#and ppl just reblogged it and kept it pushing with no warning

[odysseys-blood]

so i know i dont rremember to tag everything all the time that shows cartoonish/stylized blood in images but whats with ppl not tagging or warning for it in more realistic images ever

#cliffnotes/.txt #it makes me feel sick i dont like it #i remember in hs one of my teachers would put on movies sometimes #and it wouldnt be like super graphic but if it showed more than like a nosebleed or a scrape id feel sick #it was my last class of the day and i'd go home several times sitting through panic attacks on the bus #i remember when gifs of that patick bateman (?) movie going around a year or two ago #and he like stabbed a guy with an umbrella repeatedly #and ppl just reblogged it and kept it pushing with no warning #like yeah thanks! fuck you

[variety-fangirl]

Not a lot of ppl write for him and idk if you still do but I just finished blackbird and I Loved your Jimmy imagine! Can I pls request something similar to that where she visits again maybe further along in his sentence or something about their pre prison life together?

Together Again / Jimmy Keene x fem!reader

Part 1 here

Summary: it had been 13 months of Jimmy's sentence and working to learn about Larry's crimes so he could be out sooner, fearing for his safety even further. The thought of seeing you again reminds Jimmy of memories of your life together, pushing him to reveal the truth from Larry about his killings.

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS mentions of crimes, mentions of serial killer Larry Hall, brief mention of sex, lmk if I missed anything.

Authors note: absolutely my love! I have noticed not a lot of people write for him and that makes me sad because I loved the series and the character! Thank you 😁 that means a lot. Of course, I like both ideas so I decided to incorporate both. I hope you liked it and it turned out the way you wanted. Liking, reblogging, and commenting really helps me out! Thank you and enjoy!

Word count: 2k

13 months. It had been 13 months since Jimmy had been arrested and taken from you. It had been the hardest 13 months of your life but you knew it had been even harder for Jimmy. When he had told you about the deal where he would be out in a year and a half but had to gather intel by befriending a suspected serial killer, you had disagreed. You felt it would be far too dangerous and mentally draining for Jimmy to deal with, potentially hearing confessions of horrific crimes against young vulnerable girls. The idea had made you feel sick inside. You knew Jimmy would be able to be a free man, back with you in a much shorter amount of time but still, at what cost? Potentially his life if Larry found out he was lying?

Jimmy had spent the whole phone call and the next meeting talking about why it was a good idea and why he should take the deal, trying his hardest for you to be okay with the idea. Eventually, you ended up caving, needing him back with you, in your shared home. A second chance to turn your lives around and be happy together. But that didn't mean you were any less terrified of him not turning up at your next meeting. The fear that Larry would figure him out and kill him for betraying his trust made your blood run cold every time, filling you with dread.

Jimmy would spend the majority of his nights in his cell thinking and dreaming about getting back to you, back to his girl. He missed his dad of course but you were the things that kept him sane through the whole process and what allowed him to get close to Larry, you were a very motivational thought. He would often spend hours lying awake thinking about your life together, reminiscing about the special moments you spent together and how much he truly missed them. Missed you. And of course, he missed the more intimate and sexual moments you shared together. He didn't exactly have freedom or privacy in here, people would be listening and that didn't appeal to him.

Jimmy thought about the first day he met you five years ago, he had fallen for you the second he saw you. You were so beautiful in your red polka-dot sundress and small white heels as you sat with your friends in the local diner, you were drinking a vanilla milkshake. The way you held his eye contact as he walked past with his friends drew him in immediately, especially as that little blush smile appeared on your face before looking away. After thirty minutes of stolen glances and flirty smiles, Jimmy finally got the courage to come up and talk to you. The conversation flowed so well and neither of you could seem to stay far apart from the other. It didn't take it long for him to ask you on a date.

He thought about your first date the following weekend, he wanted to impress you so he took you to a nice restaurant. You had blown him away when he picked you up, dressed to impress. You wore a black cocktail dress with a slit that came to mid-thigh and showed just enough cleavage to be tasteful, it hugged your curves perfectly. Jimmy had never seen someone so effortlessly beautiful before, you made him hard just looking at you. The date had gone better than either you had imagined, you had connected on another level, and everything just felt so natural between you both. As if you had known each other for years. As the night went on, you inched closer and closer to one another, faces inches apart until you shared your first kiss. It was gentle and passionate, just perfect.

He thought about the first night you spent together, a month after he'd met you. You were the first girl he wanted to wait to sleep with, to show you he was genuinely serious about you. He knew from the moment you first talked that you were the one, he just had this gut feeling that told him so. It was the same night he had asked you to be his girlfriend, you had said yes to being his and he could not have been happier. He didn't feel like he deserved you but he damn well would show you how lucky he felt. It had been a night full of passion and intimacy, gentle touches and taking everything slow. He didn't want to just fuck you and be done, no, he wanted to take his time and make you feel loved. Sex had never felt that good with anyone else, none of the others had mattered enough to take his time with them. But you, you were different, special to him.

He thought about the day he first met your parents and you had met his, a day apart. Meeting your parents was something that genuinely terrified him when not a lot did, but he truly wanted your parents to like him and approve of you guys dating. It comforted him to know that you were equally as scared as he was to meet the parents, not that you had to be though because he already knew his father would love you. What was not to love? You were amazing. You even went as far as to get a gift for his father, you wanted to make a good impression. Jimmy himself had bought flowers for your mother and some beer for your father. Seeing how much each other's familes loved the other made you both feel so happy. Both days had gone so well that it solidified your relationship all the more, you were it for one another.

He thought about the day he had asked you to move in with him, it was about eight months after you first started dating. Nothing felt as right as the day he'd asked you to move in with him, he knew it was the right thing to do. Every day when he watched you leave his house would kill him, he didn't want to be apart from you. He felt completely and whole when you were near, he always had to touch you in some way. A hand on your thigh, his arm around your back or shoulder, his lips kissing your head or face frequently, he just wanted to always feel you close. You didn't mind, you loved it, your love language was physical affection and words of affirmation. So for you, it was perfect. So when he asked you to live with him, it just made sense and felt like you were serious enough to make that huge step.

He thought about the simple happy days you spent together over the years, enjoying one another's company. Being in prison made him miss the small stuff, things he realised he'd taken for granted before. Something as simple as cuddling in bed, being able to kiss you, say good morning, watching a film whilst cuddling on the sofa, the small things. He missed them so much, he missed you so much. Yes, he got to see you every few weeks but it wasn't the same, he couldn't touch you or spend proper time with you. It was absolute hell for you both, there was nothing more than either of you wanted than to share an intimate kiss or have some alone time.

The next time Jimmy saw you was a month later, 14 months of serving his sentence and 14 months of hell. He was beyond exhausted and mentally drained, he looked tired and a bit worn down but still as handsome as the day he left. He'd been working out plenty whilst inside you'd noticed, his arms visibly bigger than a year ago. Having to talk to Jimmy behind a glass wall with phones was torture, having him so close and yet you couldn't touch or speak to him properly without that weird muffled sounding voice. You placed your hand against the glass with a sad smile, watching intently as Jimmy sat down opposite you, the same expression evident on his face as his hand meets yours. The distance was getting to you both, that much was apparent.

"Hi." You say quietly, as each month passed, it become more and more emotional every time you came to visit Jimmy, you just wanted him home. "Hey sweetheart, how's my girl doing?" Jimmy wonders with a smile, he needed something to distract himself. You didn't really know what to say, how were you supposed to tell him you'd been utterly lost without him all this time, not really doing much of anything outside of keeping your shared home cleaner than it's ever been and visiting his dad a few times a week to try and distract yourself. Or how lonely your bed felt each night, especially as you found yourself waking up on Jimmy's side of the bed as you wore one of his shirts to sleep in.

"I'm okay, mostly worried about you. I'm spending loads of time with your dad though, so that's good. How are you holding up?" You lied because you needed to be strong for Jimmy, if he knew you weren't doing okay mentally or emotionally, he would be worrying himself to death inside every day and would be racked with guilt. More so than he already does, and you didn't want that. You saw a flash of some emotion you couldn't pinpoint in Jimmy's eyes before he smiled, you were never good at lying, so it wouldn't surprise you if he could see straight through your lie.

"Good baby, I'm glad. I'm hoping I won't be in here much longer, I feel like I'm getting close to Larry, I think he'll give up details soon. And then I can finally come home, and we can be together again... If you'll have me." Jimmy smiled hopefully as if he was expecting you to get fed up and leave him. He was surprised you hadn't, though he wouldn't have blamed you when his sentence was read out. 10 years was a long time to wait for someone. Yet you stayed faithfully by his side this whole time. He had some ass-kissing and making-up to do when he got out.

A look of hurt flashed across your face, "You know I will, of course, baby. You're my everything." It made you sad to think Jimmy believed you would leave him, you would never! Not that you could even if you wanted to, you were hooked and too deeply in love with Jimmy to leave now. He's your forever. He was the person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, to be your husband and the father of your children.

A look of relief appears on Jimmy's face, "You're too good for me baby, I don't deserve you." He whispers into the phone, a longing and loving look in his eyes. You shake your head, disagreeing, "You're plenty enough and wonderful, and so deserving of me and my love." Your voice has a shake to it, tears brimming your eyes. "I really need you home." You whisper with a sigh, trying your hardest not to cry. Jimmy huffs, an intense gaze on his face, "I want to be so badly, hopefully, it won't be too much longer now and we can be back together again."

The buzzer goes off and the guards come along to escort you out, letting you know your time together was up. You look back to Jimmy and smile sadly, "I love you, be safe okay? Come back to me." You whisper with tears in your eyes. Jimmy nods, "I love you, I'll see you soon baby." He watches you stand and walk away, watching you leave broke his heart every time. He vowed from that moment that he was going to get those details from Larry and he was going to get out, back home to you.

#jimmy keene #jimmy keene x reader #blackbird #Fluff #Y/n #Angst #Larry hall serial killer

[horansqueen]

part 3 of the threesome: y/n has a dirty dream about niall and is saying his name in her sleep and harry calls niall in the room to fix her problem

finally! part 3 of the 3some! you can read the other parts here: PART 1 // PART 2

I used the ideas I got but sort of changed them a bit to fit. 7.2k. yes, im sorry lmao i wanted to include all of this! SMUT!!! and the usual warnings :)

please let me know what you think it would make me so so so happy! and if you like, reblog and comment too!!! :) 

(i already have a few ideas for the next part, depending on how well-received this one is and if ppl are interested)

NIALL

At Harry’s request, I decided to remain far from his girlfriend. I was pretty sure he was not completely over the fact that he found us fucking without his consent and although he didn’t seem to hold a grudge, I knew better than to make the same mistake twice. Unfortunately though, it didn’t feel much like a mistake. The feelings I had for her, albeit only sexual, were starting to obsess me. I tried different things to get her off my head but it seemed pointless and after a while, I decided that the best way would be to start dating again.

I had a few dates with Nadia, and I enjoyed her company. I was not sure it would actually work between us but at this point, I was ready to try anything and Nadia was a good distraction. She had a killer body and was exactly my type, which also meant that she was very different than Y/N.

The two sexual encounters I had with Harry and Y/N were always in my head and if I wanted to be honest with myself, I would probably crave it forever, but I was trying not to keep my hopes up because I was pretty sure it would never happen again.

Until that day. The day that for some reason, Nadia, Harry, Y/N and I all wanted the living room for a movie night. Harry’s girlfriend (as I tried to never forget), was wearing shorts and a tank top and although I was well aware of what was hidden underneath, I was desperate to see it again. My eyes fell on her legs as Harry proposed that we just watched a movie the four of us together and I was a bit too lost in my thoughts to argue.

We ended up watching a James Bond movie but as usual, I couldn’t focus on the story. I was sitting on the couch, Nadia leaning against me as if we were an official couple, while Harry and Y/N were on an other couch. I kept glancing at them, staring at Harry’s fingers brushing against his girlfriend’s thigh, as I tried not to get hard at the thought of what it would feel like. I must not have been as subtle as I thought because at some point, I looked up into Y/N’s eyes and she was staring right back at me. She sent me a smirk and spread her legs slightly, making my eyes fall on her inner thighs immediately.

A loud action scene started and I saw Y/N glance at Nadia. I could swear I saw hatred or anger in her eyes right before she moved them back on me. Her hand slipped on her breasts, her fingertips rubbing gently on her nipples, making them poke through the fabric of her top. I squirmed a bit, trying to get a better position. Nadia was leaning against my crotch and I didn’t want her to notice I was turned on by an other girl. In fact, I didn’t want to draw attention to me at all.

Y/N started nibbling on her bottom lip, dragging her hand between her legs and caressing her pussy slowly over her shorts. I held my breath and felt my heart twist in my chest when she pushed her shorts aside, showing me she was not wearing panties..

“Fucking hell.” I whispered, closing my eyes tight as Nadia turned back to me and sent me a frown.

“You okay Niall?”

I cleared my throat and opened my eyes again, sending her a smile. “Yea, just a headache.”

She brought her hand to my cheek and it took me all my strength not to glance back at Y/N to see more of the show she was putting on for me.

“Would you rather go to bed?” she asked again, testing my patience.

“Naa, let’s finish the movie first, yea?”

With a quick nod and a smile, she turned her attention back to the movie and I breathed out subtly before filling my lungs again and turning my head back to look at Y/N. Her finger was running on her slit, focusing mostly on her clit. I could see her pussy glistening because of her wetness and my lips parted when one of her fingers slipped inside of her. I could only imagine what it would feel like to slide my cock inside her and I groaned, this time moving more on my seat. It made Nadia move and I felt suddenly relieved that she was not pressed on my dick anymore. When Y/N took her finger out and brought it to her lips, I felt my cock swell in my pants and placed my hand over it to hide whatever was going to show. She sucked on her finger for a few seconds and brought it back between her legs, spreading them more again and adding an other finger inside her. Her free hand ran on her breasts as she was fingerfucking herself slowly. My pants felt too tight and I couldn’t help it anymore.

Quickly, I bounced up and cleared my throat, excusing myself, before rushing to the bathroom. I closed the door behind myself and held my body weight on the sink, my eyes closed, as I tried to let go of my hard on, without much success. My hands gripped the counter so hard my knuckles turned white but all I could focus on was how hard my dick was pressing against my pants.

No matter what I was trying to do, it was not working. I couldn’t let go of my hard on, I couldn’t forget my sexual nights with Harry and Y/N and clearly, I couldn’t stop the lust I felt constantly for my best mate’s girlfriend. Not even a girl like Nadia, who was physically everything I ever wanted, could make me stop wanting Y/N. It was driving me crazy up to the point where there seemed to be no solution and I was ready to accept that I would never truly be satisfied.

I was just about to give up and jerk off when the door opened and it made me realize I had forgotten to lock it.

Y/N

I hated that girl, with her perfect body, her long legs and the way she was all over Niall like they were an official couple. Yea, I was jealous. I loved my boyfriend, and I didn’t want to leave Harry, but I also was not ready to let go of Niall, and seeing her with a barbie was igniting a fire that I couldn’t seem to smother.

When I noticed the way he was looking at me through the movie, I felt content with the whole thing and I decided to tease him, just to see where it would lead. The way he squirmed on his seat and finally propped up the couch to run to the bathroom made a feeling a victory spread in my veins. I loved knowing he still wanted me as bad as I wanted him and perhaps, this girl he kept hanging out with was not a big deal for him.

I waited a few minutes, hoping he wouldn’t come back too soon, and finally turned to Harry, turning his face gently my way to kiss the corner of his lips.

“I’m gonna go get some snacks.” I just breathed.

He nodded quickly and pecked my lips, turning his attention back to the movie. I glanced at Nadia, noticing she was doing the same. I was wondering if she even noticed that Niall was not next to her anymore but I pushed that thought away and walked to the bathroom. I pressed my ear on the door but heard nothing, a bit disappointed. I sort of wished I would have caught him masturbating.

I turned the knob and felt my heart jump when I noticed it was not locked, but it’s only when he looked up at me that my heart completely twisted. I wanted him very bad but I was too scared of rejection to tell him with words. Instead, I walked in and closed the door behind me, this time, locking it.

My eyes traveled on his body and ended up on his dick. My lips curled when I noticed he was hard and I bit my bottom lip, bringing my gaze back to his. I moved a few steps closer and placed myself between him and the sink, leaning against the counter. I tilted my head and grabbed his shirt, my smile turning into a smirk. My free hand moved to his cock and I palmed him through his jeans for a few seconds before slip it in his hair. We stared in each other’s eyes until I let out a low chuckle and pushed on his head.

“Come on, you know what to do.”

It took him a few seconds to understand but I kept pushing gently on his head until he was on his knees and I propped one of my legs on the side of the bath.

“I really want this.”

My voice was low and I licked my lips as he was looking up at me. His hands brushed on my legs and with two of my fingers, I moved my shorts aside again. It barely took half a second until I felt his mouth crush on my pussy. My eyes closed and I let my head fall back slightly as he ran his tongue on my slit.

“Your shorts are drenched.” he just said in a low tone as I felt his breath against my pussy, making me even more impatient.

“Mm yea, it’s your fault.” I pushed on his head, bringing him back between my legs, and this time, his tongue slipped inside me, making me hold my breath.

“Oh god yes, don’t stop.”

He kept tongue fucking me for a while and I could hear how wet I was as he did. He finally moved his lips to my clit and I let go of his hair to press my palm on my own mouth as I tried not to moan. I could feel my leg starts to shake and he gripped it tight, trying to help me keep my balance.

“Oh fuck, Niall I’m gonna cum.” I murmured, slipping my hand back in his hair and gripping it tight and hard as I started grinding on his face.

I could hear him groan against me and my whole body started shaking. I closed my eyes tight as I felt an orgasm cross my body and he kept sucking on my clit hard until the grip i had in his hair loosened and I let out a sigh.

“Jesus Christ…”

I kept my eyes closed and dropped my leg as I felt Niall’s hands run up on my body. His warm breath made my lips curl and I whimpered low when his mouth met mine. I allowed him to kiss me deeper, tasting myself on his tongue. An amazing post-orgasm feeling was lingering as he pulled my body closer to his and I let my hands slide down until his pants, unzipping them slowly.

“Harry didn’t want us to fuck, but I don’t think he mentioned this.” I whispered against his lips as I took his dick out.

He was so hard I was pretty sure it wouldn’t take long for him to cum and I pushed him away gently to slip my shorts down. I watched him as his gaze followed my hands until they were both wrapped around his cock. He hissed between his teeth when I squeezed it and started jerking him off slowly and his eyes moved up to meet mine. It made me smile and I nibbled on my bottom lip, wishing I could feel him inside me.

Instead, I moved one of my hands to his back, pushing him closer to me. I spread one of my legs slightly and slid his dick between my legs before to close them again. We remained motionless for a few seconds and I could swear I felt his dick twitch against my pussy. He pulled himself back slightly only to push himself again and I held my breath when it rubbed against my clit, overstimulating me and making my eyes flutter.

“Fuck, petal.”

Hearing him curse and giving me a cute name made my lips curl again and he started thrusting gently, helped by my wetness and his spit. His hand found my waist and his mouth brushed against my neck, drawing out an other moan from me.

“I want your cum so bad.” I admitted in a whisper. “All over my pussy..”

He groaned in my neck and my eyes shot open when he dug his teeth in my skin. A rush of pleasure invaded me and I moaned his name slightly louder than expected. His hand gripped my waist tighter and he groaned again before moving back a bit. I felt his cock slip away and quickly looked down as he jerked himself, the tip of his dick rubbing against me. Quickly, I propped myself up on the counter and opened my legs. He moved closer and let out some profanities as he came on my pussy. I watched his cum drip on me, feeling my whole body throb, and finally grabbed his dick to brush my thumb on his tip.

“Fuck…”

I smiled and stared between my legs as I ran my finger on my slit, spreading his cum more on me.

“You need to get dressed, petal, they’re gonna be looking for us.”

I nodded, slightly disappointed, and grabbed my shorts back, stepping in them.

“You’re… not gonna clean yourself?”

I let out a short laugh and turned to him as I was pulling my shorts up.

“No, why would I do that?” I asked, taking a step closer and tilting my head. “Your cum all over my pussy turns me on way too much.”

HARRY

She was gone with him, I knew it. I didn’t know if they both thought I was an idiot, or if they actually did this on purpose. I knew she enjoyed when I was a bit rough with her, but I was getting slightly annoyed at the fact that she seemed to lust my best mate more than me. It really hit me earlier this week, and since then, I couldn’t seem to get over it.

I was freshly out of the shower and she was already asleep. It was  dark outside and I knew she had a rough day, which is why I wasn’t surprised that she had fallen asleep almost as soon as she got back home, completely dressed in our bed. Seeing her so vulnerable, her hair sprawled on the mattress, her shirt slightly twisted, and her lips half-open, really turned me on.

I felt like we hadn’t fucked in months, even if it had only been a few days, and I dropped my towel on the floor to grab my half-hard cock. I got closer to the bed as my hand squeezed my length a bit before moving on the bed with her, making sure i wouldn’t wake her up. Slowly, i moved her shirt up and cursed low when I noticed she was not wearing a bra. I let go of my dick and stared at her, laying in front of me, wondering if I should touch her. Suddenly, she squirmed slightly and i held my breath when I heard her whimper. I waited until she stopped moving again to work on her pants. I felt lucky she had decided to wear sweatpants and groaned low when i noticed she was also not wearing panties. The fact that she was going around without underwear these days really fucked me up and I allowed myself to spread her legs slightly, slipping two fingers against her slit.

“Fuck, what are you dreaming about?” I murmured, knowing she wouldn’t answer.

I slid my fingers inside her as I grabbed my cock again, kneeling on the bed next to her. I could feel how wet she was without even fingering her and it was driving me insane. I got closer slowly to run the tip of my dick against one of her nipples, wondering if I wanted her to wake up or not. I pulled my fingers out only to push them back gently. I watched her squirm again and kept fucking her slowly for a few minutes. The more she whimpered, the harder I was getting and I finally took my fingers back to rub her juice all over my cock, focusing on the tip.

I couldn’t take it anymore and just got on top of her, running my lips on her neck as I slid an inch of my cock inside her.

“Mm…”

Her head moved and it brought a smirk on my lips.

“How does that feel princess? Good?” I breathed out, nibbling on her skin and making her moan louder. “Your pussy feels so fucking amazing, kitten.”

That’s when I heard it. The only thing that could literally make me soft again.

“Mm, Niall…”

I stopped moving completely. All I could hear was my heart beating all over my body and I was not even sure I was hard anymore. I backed away a bit to look at her and noticed she was still sleeping.

I didn’t want to be the kind of boyfriend that was jealous but knowing my girlfriend dreamed about my best friend fucking her when I was the one inside her was really bothering me. I could just move away and leave to be mad somewhere else, but it didn’t just annoy me, it also made me a bit angry.

I let one of my hands run on her stomach and up one of her breasts, slapping it before squeezing it tightly. I could feel her waking up and she started struggling beneath me, not completely aware of what was happening. Still, the way she wiggled made me hard again and I slid my hand up to her neck, pressing my fingers on her throat. Her eyes shot open and she jumped slightly when she noticed me before sighing low of relief.

“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to use you for about a week.” I admitted low. “You want me to use you, don’t you kitten?”

She nodded quickly and I pushed myself roughly inside her. Her lips parted open and her eyes rolled back as one of her hands grabbed my wrist. It only made me press my fingers harder on her neck and she breathed in through her nose, showing me I wasn’t going too hard.

“Fucking look at me.”

She obeyed quickly and I started thrusting in and out of her as hard as I could, making sure she would feel every inch of my cock slip in and out of her. The way she stared at me was full of lust and I enjoyed the fact that she was definitely not thinking about my best friend anymore.

“Tell me you’re mine.” I ordered, my lips so close to hers they almost touched. “All of you.”

Her grip around my wrist tightened and she moaned more.

“I’m yours, i’m all yours.” she repeated a few times, making my dick swell even more inside her.

I stuck my tongue out and turned her head to see her cheek, licking from her jaw to her hairline.

“Fuck yes you’re mine.” I whispered right in her ear. “You’re my own little slut aren’t you?”

Once again, she nodded quickly and I bit behind her ear as hard as I could, making her yell. I knew she liked it and her eyes fluttered suddenly.

“Harry, I’m gonna… i’m gonna cum…”

Her words made me fuck her harder and deeper as I watched her body jerk with every thrust.

“Cum.” I just let out. “Cum and scream my name. As loud as you fucking can.”

Her eyes shut tight and she started wiggling under me. Her body shook with spasms and I could feel her throb around me, squeezing my cock inside her and bringing me close to an orgasm too. But it’s only when she started yelling my name along with a few curse words that I felt the rush.

“Harry! Fuck, yes, oh my fucking god, Harry!”

I spilled inside her with a few groans as she kept mouthing my name low with a few whimpers in-between. I let go of her throat and let myself fall on top of her, still maintaining myself slightly to be sure not to crush her. After a while, I brought my forefinger near her neck and brushed it on her skin.

“Did I hurt you?” I asked, feeling suddenly extremely guilty. “I’m sorry.”

She smiled and turned her face to look at me, shaking her head from left to right.

“No, it’s all good.”

I nodded and we stayed silent for a while until I realized she was falling asleep again.

“Y/N?”

My voice was low, and I could barely believe what I was going to ask. Hopefully, she wouldn’t remember in the morning.

“Mm?”

I stared at her and brought my hand to her cheek, turning her face in my direction as she kept her eyes closed. I loved her. I fucking loved her.

“Do you still love me?”

This time, her eyes fluttered open and she stared back at me. Her lips curled and she chuckled without a sound, bringing her own hands to cup my face.

“Yes. I love you, Harry.” she confessed, licking her lips. “I really do.”

NIALL

I was surprised to see Nadia putting her coat on when I came back from the bathroom. Y/N had decided to let me go back first and join us a few minutes later just in case people would become suspicious but now I was a bit scared Nadia was aware of something.

“You’re leaving?”

She grimaced, sticking her tongue out in disgust and it made me frown.

“Yea, I work tomorrow. And since we said we would never spend the whole night together..”

That was a rule I made up myself, and I knew she hated it, but there was no way I was going to be steady with someone. She’d leave clothes in my drawers, her stuff in the bathroom, and eventually, before I could even do anything about it, she’d practically be spending six days out of seven at my apartment. No, that was not going to happen, and it was the only way I found to make sure it wouldn’t.

“Oh okay, I get it.”

She took a step closer and kissed my lips before letting her hand slide on my chest.

“Call me?”

I shoved my hands in my pockets and glanced behind me to see if Y/N was coming back.

“Mm, okay.”

“Keep watching the movie, I’ll show myself out.” she proposed with a smile before waving and leaving.

I sighed and let myself fall back on the now empty couch to put my attention back on the movie but something was weird and I suddenly felt uncomfortable. I turned around only to see Harry glaring at me. If looks could kill, i’d be fucking dead already.

“You okay, mate?”

“I know you fucked my girlfriend.” he let out, ignoring my question. “Again.”

I swallowed slowly and licked my lips, finally shaking my head and looking away.

“I didn’t… really…”

I stammered, searching for the right words, but i knew that no matter what I’d say, he was not gonna buy it. I didn’t know how I was gonna get out of this and I suddenly felt very nervous.

“While your girlfriend was there too…” he continued, ignoring what I said once again.

This time, I turned to him and frowned.

“Nadia isn’t my girlfriend, and she never will be.”

“Alright.” Harry said, getting up. “That makes something clear at least.”

He walked closer to my couch and i could feel my heart thumping hard inside my chest. I didn’t want to hurt him, but I also didn’t know how to resist his girlfriend. Unexpectedly, he sat next to me and sighed, closing his eyes.

“I love her, you know.”

His voice was almost shaking when he talked and I suddenly felt extremely guilty, guiltier than I ever felt before.

“She loves you too.” I just replied, without knowing if I was lying or not.

“Look, I’m okay with you two doing stuff sometimes, but in the end, she’s with me.” he explained as I held my breath. “And when I fucking marry her, you’re gonna stay the fuck away forever.”

I quickly nodded. There was no way I was going to argue with him. That’s when Y/N entered with a bag of chips and we both turned to look at her. She sent us a curious look and Harry made a quick head movement to tell her to come closer. He extended his arm and she quickly grabbed his hand, walking past me and quickly straddling him.

“Leave the bag.” he told her in a hoarse voice, staring in her eyes.

She did as she was told and I realized that she loved forcing me down on her, but she would let Harry dom her all the time. She was getting something different from both of us and I was not sure what to think of it.

Roughly, Harry pushed her head closer to his and kissed her lips. I stared at them, feeling slightly uncomfortable for being there with them when they seemed so intimate.

“Dry hump me.” he whispered. “That would be a good start.”

I watched as her lips curled into a large smile and she started rubbing her hips against his. I knew how wet she was, and I also knew she had my cum all over her pussy. It took me all my strength to get off the couch but I didn’t have time to go anywhere: Harry grabbed my shirt.

“You stay here.”

I didn’t say anything and I sat back, trying to avoid looking at them, without much success. The way her hips were moving, her pussy rubbing hard against the bulge in his pants, I just couldn’t look away. He was holding her waist and I could see his fingers sink in her skin through her shirt. I was getting hard too : the sight was incredible.

“What do you want me to do, kitten?”

Their eyes were still locked on each other and I palmed myself through my pants. I was still horny, even if my last orgasm happened not so long ago and was incredible. I wanted more, I always did. And I was not sure if Harry kept me around to show me that Y/N was hers, or to have me participate again.

“Touch him.”

This time, I held my breath. I could barely believe the words that came out of her mouth and I knew the shock was visible on my face. She stopped moving over him and both their heads turned my way. My eyes fell on Harry’s hand as it moved close to me, giving me time to back off. Every fiber of my being was telling me to get up and leave but the fact that my dick was still hard made me doubt everything. His hand reached my thigh and I stiffened as he squeezed it gently.

“Relax.”

I breathed out, looking intensely as his hand slipped up on my thigh to reach my cock. I was a bit confused about how to feel and I sighed in relief when Y/N pressed her lips against mine.

“Kiss me.” she whispered. “It’ll feel good, I promise, okay?”

I nodded as her lips brushed against mine. “Mmhm, okay.”

It was insane all the things she could make me do and I kissed her again, deepening the kiss this time. I felt Harry’s hand unzip my jeans as my heart threatened to come out of my throat but I didn’t move. I felt Y/N’s hand slip under my shirt as Harry’s fingers ran on my cock, over my boxers. I couldn’t help but feel aroused by all these hands on me and the attention I was getting. I never had that kind of threesome before and for some reason, I always thought it would be with two girls.

Y/N

I couldn’t believe my eyes. I knew Harry was ready to play the game, but when it came to Niall, I was not really counting on it. But I was wrong, and I was glad to be. I knew he wouldn’t go too far but seeing this turned me on even more. I allowed my lips to leave his only to take a look at Harry’s hand inside Niall’s pants. I let one of my own hands slip in my shorts to notice I was already wet before getting up and pushing my shorts down. I did the same with my top and threw it on the floor before noticing that Niall was staring at me.

“Was that me, or the fact that Y/N got completely naked?”

I glanced at Harry and finally my gaze moved down on Niall’s crotch. His dick was out, Harry’s hand wrapped around it, and I noticed just how hard he was.

“Maybe it’s time you help him, kitten.” Harry proposed with a chuckle. “And me, too.”

I watched Harry let go of Niall and get up to pull his pants down. It took a few seconds but Niall did the same before they both sat back on the couch. Niall was definitely harder than Harry and it made me want to sit on him but instead, i got on my knees between the two of them, running my hands on one of their thighs each. I reached for their dicks and squeezed them at the same time, earning a groan from both.

“Admit it.” I asked with a smirk, looking at Niall. “You prefer when it’s me.”

“I do petal, I really fucking do.”

His confession made me chuckle and I started jerking them both, doing the same wrists movements and focusing on their tips. I felt Harry’s hand in my hair as he pushing his body forward a bit. I knew what he wanted but I liked it too much when he took control and I let him pull me by my hair. I opened my mouth as he pushed my head down on his dick, still trying to stroke Niall at the same time.

“Make me harder, kitten.” he whispered as I felt his dick swell more against my tongue. “Just like that.”

I choked slightly as he pushed my head down and pulled on my hair again and again. When he let go, I looked at his cock soaked with my spit and wiped my mouth. I barely had time to breathe when I felt an other hand in my hair. Niall’s grip was even tighter and I inhaled deeply before he pushed hard on my head. His dick slipped completely in my mouth and I chocked again, gagging a bit. He held my head down and I realized it was the first time Niall was rough and took control with me.

My hand found Harry’s dick and when Niall let go of my hair, I grabbed his dick too and started sucking on his tip. He groaned again and let his head fall back and his eyes closed for a few seconds before opening them again and looking at me. I felt his cock throb a bit in my mouth and moved again to go back to Harry, my tongue running from his balls to his tip slowly before tilting my head and sucking down his length. My tongue slipped on his balls and gently, he passed his hand in my hair.

“I love when you do that.”

I thought he’d ask me to do it to Niall but he simply enjoyed my tongue on his balls until I backed away to look at him. He sent me a smile as I let go of both of their cocks and he grabbed his to keep stroking it very slowly.

“He’s already got a piece of you in the bathroom earlier.” Harry pointed out, making my heart jump in my chest. “You’re gonna ride me first.”

I stared at him in shock, my lips slightly parted, and finally glanced at Niall.

“He didn’t tell me, but i’m not stupid.”

I felt suddenly guilty and licked my lips, placing my hands on my boyfriend’s knees. I knew he could read it in my eyes and he brought his free hand to my cheek, caressing it softly.

“Come on, kitten, sit on my dick.”

His voice was gentle and I licked my lips again before getting up, putting my weight on his knees. I finally straddled him and his eyes followed mine until I was on top of him. I moved down very slowly, feeling his dick slide inside me. I gripped his shoulders at the amazing feeling and closed my eyes, letting out a short and low whimper. When he was balls deep inside me, I remained motionless and opened my eyes to dive them into his.

“I’m sorry.” I mouthed, glancing down at his heart-shaped lips.

He brought me closer, his hand behind my head, his lips opened, and he kissed me hard and deep. His tongue felt so good against mine that I let out a few moans. He swallowed them and I started rocking my hips back and forth to get some friction. I was horny and I wanted him. I wanted Niall too. I wanted them both.

Harry stopped kissing me and leaned against the couch, allowing me to move better over his cock, bouncing on it. I enjoyed the feeling of his dick deep in me and every time he was completely inside, I felt a rush to my brain and whimpered.

It took only about a minute until I felt fingers brushing my ass gently and I turned to look at Niall. He was jerking off hard, his other hand traveling on my ass gently. I waited until his eyes met mine and he finally moved closer on the couch, bringing his hand to my breasts and letting it slip between my legs. I felt two of his fingertips rub against my clit as I kept riding Harry and I felt my whole body shake at his touch, as if an electric shock had crossed my body.

I stopped moving over my boyfriend and breathed in as Niall kept going. I looked down at his fingers and noticed Harry was looking too. He looked up and our eyes met again before he made a quick head movement.

HARRY

I motioned for her to go ride him and she quickly switched to sit on his lap. He didn’t say anything, he just held his dick as she sat on it quickly. His eyes fluttered close and his hands ran from her shoulders to her ass. I watched as he squeezed it and spanked it once a bit gently and then harder. It made me want to do the same and I got up, placing myself behind her. I gripped her hair with one hand and pulled on it, making her head fall back. Her eyes opened as she was still squirming over him and I bent down to kiss her, quickly pushing my tongue past her lips. She quickly sucked on it and it made my cock swell even more in my hand as I enjoyed her lips wrapped around my tongue as they would be around my dick. Fuck, she definitely knew what she was doing.

I let my grip loosen and she rode him harder and quicker. I could hear their skin hit each other’s and roughly, I spanked her as hard as I could. She let out a loud moan and I did it again, watching as the skin of her ass turned a soft shade of red and then a darker one.

My hand squeezed and ran on my cock as I watched them fuck in front of me and after a few minutes, I pushed on her back to make his dick slip out. I bent my knees and quickly pushed my cock inside her. She was bent too, her face very close to Niall’s, and I could only imagine her, eyes closed, lips parted, whimpering low as I fucked her. I knew that’s what he was seeing and he grabbed her face to kiss her with difficulty, trying to follow the jerks of her body as I thrust in and out of her.

Both of my hands were on her ass and I spread it slightly before letting one of my fingers slip in her asshole. She moaned loud into Niall’s mouth, holding herself against the back of the couch and I watched his hand reach for his cock again. I was going to cum, I could feel it, and I moved out of her, stroking my dick quickly. It only took a few seconds and I groaned as my cum gushed all over her ass. I let the tip of my cock rub in it, spreading it more on her as I cursed low. I watched as it ran down the curve of her ass cheeks, slipping down on one of her thighs and it made me groan again.

After a few seconds, she turned around, her back facing Niall, and sat on his dick again. She tilted her head with a smile and I took a step closer. She bent down slightly, grabbing my dick and running her tongue on the tip, sucking off what was left of my orgasm.

She moaned again when Nial started moving his hips up to keep fucking her and when the throbbing sensation stopped, I took a step further to watch them.

“My god, petal, you’re gonna make me cum again.”

I wished he didn’t add the last word but he did and it made me grimace despite myself. He grabbed her waist and helped her up as she got on her knees. I didn’t know if that’s what he wanted but when she stuck her tongue out while gripping her own tits hard, he moaned and came on her face, some of his cum sticking in her hair and some falling on her breasts. He panted and she did the same with his cock as she did with mine. I couldn’t help but stare as she ran her tongue on his length, sucking hard on his tip to get every last drop.

It’s only when she got up that I noticed she was covered with both our orgasms and she looked fucking amazing.

“I want to engrave this fucking picture in my brain forever kitten.” I admitted, my eyes traveling on her.

“You look extremely hot like that, petal.”

She sent us a shy smile and looked down as I took a step closer to her.

“Did you cum?”

She allowed her eyes to meet mine and she shrugged.

“It was good.”

Curious, Niall moved closer too and I glanced at him. He just gave me a short nod and I gripped my girlfriend’s throat hard again.

“Sit down and spread your legs.” I whispered.

I knew being rough with her would work and she nodded quickly, doing as I asked. Niall and I both got on our knees as she brought her feet on the couch, exposing herself to us. I’ve always loved her pussy. The way her inner lips stuck out a bit was extremely inviting and I quickly slipped my tongue inside her, making her hold her breath. I could feel my nose rub against her clit and I heard the sound her hands made when they gripped the couch.

I whimpered low against her core and finally slid my tongue south, reaching her asshole. She stiffened but moaned louder, one of her hands running in my hair. Her eyes were closer, her head was leaning against the couch, and I could see NIall running his mouth on one of her breasts as he rubbed his palm against the other.

“Fuck, don’t stop.”

Her voice was low, almost like a sigh, and I kept flicking my tongue on her asshole for a while. I stopped when I felt how wet she was getting as it dripped on my tongue and finally moved a bit on the left to give Niall more room, pulling on his arm to get his attention. I was not sure he was going to like it but he finally gave in. We both started rubbing our tongue on her pussy, making her twitch and squirm more than I thought we would. I knew it felt weird for Niall the first time our tongues accidentally touched but he quickly got used to it.

She had one of her hands in my hair and the other in his and she finally opened her eyes to see what we were doing. It seemed like the sight of both of us at the same time between her legs turned her on because she held her breath and started shaking.

“Oh my… god!” I could see she did all she could to keep her eyes open as an orgasm reached her. “I’m cumming…”

I felt her cum on my tongue and I was sure Niall did too. She shook more than I thought she would and I pressed my tongue on her clit as she came while Niall seemed to have slipped his inside her. After a minute, she inhaled deeply and pushed us away, overstimulated. It made me laugh and I looked at her until she looked back.

“You will always cum with me, got it?” I pointed out. “At least once.”

“With me too.”

She frowned at Niall and her eyes quickly moved from me to him and to me again.

“It’s okay, I’ll explain to you later.” I shrugged, getting up. “Shower and bed? I think it’s cuddle time.”

They both stood up too and she nodded to me, turning to Niall and wrapping her arms around his neck. She pulled him closer and it took him a few seconds to answer the hug.

“Thanks Nee, and, goodnight.”

She giggled like a school girl and let him go, pecking his lips quickly and reaching for my hand.

“You’re coming with me?”

I stared at her, a fond smile on my lips, and just nodded. I couldn’t explain how bad I loved her, and I was ready to do anything to keep her.

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[volgotha]

Holy shit I just read your text post I'm so sorry! How are people so easily sold on bullshit??? What happened that lead up to all that?

Okay, strap yourself in. I’m only typing this mess up once more and then I’m never mentioning it again as long as I live. I’m not going to tag it with anything relevant either so once its posted, i’m letting it get lost in the sea of reblogs. Here we go, warning; this is gon be long.

In 2006 I went to college. From 2006 to 2009 I hung out with 5 friends and my bf at the time, Andre. It was in 2007 that we started to poke our heads into the 2C11 room (the clubspace room). Matt and his best friend Jogn Carlo started coming with us to Rocky Horror, a thing only myself and two of my 5 friends would do together, along with ppl they knew from their old highschool. By 2009, we had formed a big gang of friends from the clubspace, and we all started going to movies and sushi together. One of my friends organize panels for Otakuthon, where we’d all meet up.      

But in 2009, two of the 5 ppl I hung out with had a falling out. They stopped being friends. One went to university, the other was around for one more year then she went to university in 2010. That’s when the old group began to change from a family to a clique: In 2010 new members joined the club, and became new staples in the old group–most importantly, a guy named Tin.

It used to feel like a big family, but when the new semester started in September 2010 and new members flooded the club, everything changed. Tin instantly gave me a strange feeling in my gut, like there was something off abt him I couldn’t articulate. Shannon was dating Alex, the then club president, who stepped down in disgrace after I and one of those 5 friends went to the student union to complain abt him being the Harvey Weinstein of the club,. He wanted to permanently ban her from the club bc that summer when he was making a shitty youtube movie, he asked her out and she said no. The only reason he stepped down is bc I helped her take it to the student union and took him down. So when 2010 came along, Tin swooped in and became Alex 2.0, and when I warned ppl abt him they didn’t listen.

Fast forward a year to 2011, and the shitstorm happens; My mom had bvee battling with cancer since 2009. She had a hysterectomy but it didn’t work, and the cancer came back with a vengance.

January 15th 2011: My mom comes into my room and tells me her doctor doesn’t give her 1 year left to live. A few minutes after she leaves my room, Tin talks to me on Steam. He starts trolling me, I exploded on him. I felt bad about it so I tried to apologise to him, and I wrote on my facebook wall a message: “Just found out my mom has a year left to live, not in my right head, plz stay away from me for a while” so i wouldn’t explode on anyone else. I said I tried to apologise to Tin on steam, because him being an abujsive sociopath, instead of just accepting the apology or not like a normal person, instead he starts demanding that i admit to being a shitdisturber. I ignore him at that point, tell him im sorry, wish him good night and then sign off steam, and go to bed.

The following day, Shannon heads me off as I’m in the 2C11 hallway heading to the clubspace room; she warns me that Kelly is having a shit fit and screaming about how much of a horrible person I am, that apparently Kelly thinks my facebook post is me using my mom as an excuse to get away with being a bitch. I run to confront her, because excuse me, no it fucking wasn’t yknow? and whatever trauma she hasn;’t resolved yet doesn’t give her the right to twist my meanings and paint me as a monster. Thats when she goes into the Oliver’s caf so I follow her, and she screams at me calls me pathetic and heads back into the clubspace, and everyone followed her and left me in the caf crying with Shannon and Alex. :/

The situation was made ten times worse later that night by a certain person named Mathew, remember him? He was supposed to be my friend. Instead, he took the opportunity to write a huge post on fb tearing me down, on which everyone else joined in taking a public jab at me. Matt was seen as the community leader at the time. He could have used his power to calm the situation down, instead he made things worse. To this day, I suspect that troll Tin is the one who twisted my words to trigger Kelly and cause all of this, and that he also had Matt in the palm of his hand, but i digress; Matt’s post convinced most of them to ditch me. That devastated me in an already overwhelmed state, and I attempted suicide a few nights later.

That summer, I saw that my former friends were all having a big party, “What Killed the Dinosaurs? The Bad Movie Night.”, and I wasn’t invited. Shannon saw how much it hurt me, so she invited to her bf’s party instead, and that’s where I met Paul.

The following school year of 2011-2012 went by without much incident. The people who had ghosted me slowly added me back, Matt even apologized for his shit, and things seemed to be on the up and up. It looked like all this drama was behind us. I was wrong.

After I graduated, I decided to go visit the club in Fall 2012. Big mistake.

I saw someone I knew, Sarah, crying on someone’s lap, and asked her what was up. She told me she was in an abusive relationship with Tin. For giving her the advice to leave him, Tin came at me on steam again, and I told him that he was an abuser, that he would not intimidate me and to go fuck himself, and I blocked him. Suddenly, Matt was trying to extort 100$ from me for 2 locks I had broken the year before, which should’ve only cost 42$. Where did that come from? Well, Tin was the club’s Treasurer that year. He was trying to get back at me for standing up to him and helping his victim escape, and he was doing it through Matt, who was going apeshit on me on MSN for refusing to pay 100$. I insisted I should only have to pay what I owe, which was 42$. He kept freaking out on me, so finally I threatened to get a lawyer involved, and that’s when he backed down. I still paid the money I owed for the locks I had broken but I blocked Matt, having had enough of his bullshit, and that’s when suddenly a bunch of ppl from the group ghosted me for good.

Why was I ghosted when Matt was clearly the one in the wrong? Because Tin. They ghosted me bc Tin told them to. Tin and Matt told them all sorts of shitty things about me and they believed them. They don’t hold Tin or Matt to any of their shitty actions though bc they don’t want the same abuse that happened to me to happen to them. They turn a blind eye to every shitty thing Tin and Matt do. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to understand there’s an extremely toxic abuse dynamic at play in that group.

But the story doesn’t end there. Remember that party I went to with Shannon, and that guy I met named Paul? From november 2011 to march 2015 we were together. I was isolated from whoever was left, only hung out with him and his friends. In 2014, I became close friends with a girl name d Ariel, a member of that old groiup who ghosted me. But that was probably a manufactured relationship manipulated into existance by Paul, so he could jump to her when he was done with me.

Paul was extremely abusive when no one was around. The night he left, we had a huge fight. I tried to escape the situation by running upstairs. He chased me and when I ran into my TV room and closed the door behind me, he started pounding on it and trying to push his way in. When he did manage to get through the door, I panicked, picked up a glass bottle and threw it at him, and then slammed the door again when he backed out. The bottle broke, and cut his finger very deep. He used that cut to get everyone present during the situation on his side. Nevermind all the crazy abusive stuff he had just pulled in front of them, no, I was the bad guy, and once he had them convinced, he left to my then bff’s house, who later became his new gf.

He posted a picture of the wound on facebook, and because of that and previous drama from years ago that never really went away, most of the friends I had left from Dawson believed him, and ghosted me. I couldn’t tell them that a week earlier he had raped me, and that’s why I was scared enough to throw that glass bottle at him.I filed a police report, I warned everyone who would listen to me about him, and I warned her. I did all I could.

 I was too scared to tell this story for such a long time, because if asking for understanding while my mom was dying was twisted into me using my mom as an excuse to get away with being a bitch, then asking for understanding for the outbursts I had after being raped would just be twisted into me using my rape as an excuse to get away with being a bitch. I couldn’t handle the idea of my rape being trivialized as just some excuse–and Mathew is in part responsible for it all, because of that fucking post he made publicly tearing me down. Had he not posted that, I would’ve never lost my support system, I would’ve never gone to that party with Shannon, and I would’ve never been raped.

So I spent the better parts of 2016-2018 telling those involved off for their part in my current situation and blocked them, and the rest rebuilding what I had back in 2009, with resounding success. 

So, there you have it. That’s what happened. Fuuuuuuuucking insane isn’t it. Its over now, none of them can hurt me anymore and Ive once again surrounded myself with friends I can actually trust, so everything’s good now. I still have my low days bc this was yknow, a lot, but I’m doing much, muuuuch better now. 

#T-Abyss

[sponfawn]

MTH - Him (Part 2)

(Continuing from part 1, here comes the Master Plan theory. Please see posts linked in the reblog for background building up to this post)

Part 1 of Him's post detailed the evidence for why I believe that Him has a Master Plan, and why I think it's already in motion. This part will lay out my theories for what that Master Plan actually entails.

I previously mentioned that Him has motive for revenge, and the fact that Mojo specifically warns Brick that the Boys are fated to destroy the Girls as he and Him charged them to. That whether they believe it or not, they're part of something bigger, and that a task from Him is not to be taken lightly. I believe that Him is fully planning to use the Boys to defeat the Girls, even if it's against their will or knowledge. I also mentioned how after each incident involving Him, one of our favorite ships get significantly closer, and that that isn't the case for occurrences with other villains. I think He is intentionally pushing our superpowered teens together. But why would He do that if He wants vengeance and destruction for them all?

The answer lies in Mojo's other comment, that the Girls "signify eternal hope and salvation", that they have "become symbols of Love and Beauty", and his warning not to underestimate the devotion of the human heart. Him knows how the Boys have changed from the Girls' influence. That Boomer and Butch especially are tipping more away from Evil and closer towards Good (or at least a neutral existence). That even Brick is caring about someone else and feeling conflicted about His ambitions. The Girls aren't just a symbol of Hope, Salvation, Love, and Beauty for the public - they're becoming a beacon of Hope for Salvation out of the Evil industry (especially for Boomer who isn't invested in evil, but also Butch and Brick who would've never questioned it even subconsciously until the Girls), becoming personal symbols of Beauty and Love in the Boys' hearts. Him doesn't underestimate the devotion of the human heart, He's counting on it. After all, what's the most efficient way to capture and break 6 overpowered teenagers? Go with your old, tried and failed methods of direct confrontation, or come with a new angle and slowly shank em all in the heart, disrupting their mental and emotional stability and affecting their fighting performance, and THEN coming for them in a more direct way that will crush them all emotionally?

In my theory, pushing our 3 favorite couples together is actually the first phase of Him's Plan. I'd argue that it's going pretty well. I suspect that the second phase of this plan won't begin until the Reds are also together, but I could be wrong about that since theyre good at emotionally torturing themselves and each other even when they arent together. I mentioned in Part 1 that Boomer's musical talent is basically a time bomb, and I think Phase 2 is detonation time. Him is going to come back to collect, and I suspect that the favor Boomer owes will involve at least one of the Girls. He'd never do anything to Bubbles, but if she was put in harm's way, I can see him exchanging Blossom or Buttercup for her guaranteed safety. He'd feel bad about it cuz he'd know it'd hurt Bubbles. But I'm not sure it'd be enough to stop him. Alternatively, Him might ask him to do something that seems innocuous, but that will trigger a domino effect of terrible events that lead to the Girls' and/or Boys' downfall. Something that Boomer would've known was bad news, if Brick had trusted him enough to give him relevant information.

Regardless of how Phase 2 happens exactly, I think it will lead directly into Phase 3, which will entail an opening for Him to capture either the Boys or the Girls (or even just 1 of them). There's no way that the others would just sit still and let that happen (I mean even if Brick/Butch didn't wanna go save Bubbles for example, Blossom/Buttercup would ultimately convince them), and they'd plan a rescue mission. Then according to His plan, I'm guessing that either a) He'd kill the Girls or cause them irreversible psychological damage, sending the Boys into bottomless grief and despair, or b) He'd kill all of them or cause them irreversible psychological damage, and then bring the Boys back and imprison them in His grasp again (or not). I don't think this latter part will go according to plan, just that this is Him's intentions, based on his motives and behaviors thus far.

My evidence for my theory that this is Him's plan is largely detailed in Mojo's post and Him (Part 1), as linked in the coming reblog. But I will reiterate them briefly here:

Him likely wants revenge on the Boys. He still wants to use the Boys to destroy the Girls (according to Mojo)

Him is known for playing mind games and fucking with ppls' emotions to hurt them

Mojo, who is strictly rational and empirical, talked specifically about the Boys’ destiny being to destroy the Girls. That they were made for that express purpose. That they were tasked with that duty by Him, and that dismissing that fate would be highly dangerous

Immediately after every incident with Him, one of the couples' relationships grow significantly. This is not the case for other villains

Him teases Brick in such a way as to make him more aware of his feelings for Blossom

Mojo warns Brick against underestimating the devotion of the human heart, specifically in reference to the devastating effect of destroying the Girls

Boomer's musical talent was not given freely, and Him hasn't cashed in on His favor yet

Boomer loves Bubbles more than anything/anyone in the world, and prioritizes her over everyone else

Brick sees his brothers as liabilities and doesn't trust them with certain things (reference Boomer weighing him down in the vortex, and his conversation with Him at the hospital, about Butch needing to be kept in line)

The Boys and Girls are growing to love each other to the point of unconsciously moving to protect each other, regardless of the severity of the risk

We've seen how devastating it is for one of them to see their counterpart with severe life-threatening injuries, or in serious emotional distress (Buttercup pretty much broke seeing Butch hurt like he was, and Brick could barely handle even hearing from a third person that Blossom was crying)

Him has also seen the effects and interactions of the last 4 points, and He's not above weaponizing them (or intentionally manipulating and pushing those feelings further to weaponize them later) 

#sbj more than human #chillin with the villains series #him #part 2

[getallemeralds]

apparently my brain wont let me sleep until i do this, so im sorry for any weird wording-- its 2 am (edit: now its 3) and im emotionally tired when I think about this. being vague abt ppl involved bc this isn't a callout its just me explaining what happened on my end

i guess you can reblog this if you want but please dont contact me about it, im stressed and my only thought is to just get this all over with so i dont need to think about it anymore

i was admin of a jsab discord that had a nsfw channel that could only be accessed with a role. before i was promoted, at least one minor had ended up with the role; i should've removed it as soon as i was admin, but didn't because im afraid of conflict and wasnt sure how to go about it. so, like, problem 1.

after events in the fandom (collin, minors posting nsfw art in main tags) i withdrew from jsab but stayed in the discord because i felt obligated to as an admin, and also because the other admin couldn't run it on her own. i ended up muting the nsfw channel, and eventually the server itself. i was starting to move on to other things and was engaging way less with the fandom than before

a few days ago i got a DM letting me know that an adult in the nsfw channel had been creating sexual content for a minor. i reacted really badly. for full disclosure, im a sexual abuse victim. i dont know how comfortable people would be if i went into specifics, but the situation reminded me way too much of it. on top of that, i was already stressed out and trying to recover from something that had happened with another friend totally unrelated to this. i also already disliked the person involved due to having to ask them to stop being "lewd" in the main channels but had been trying to set it aside bc they seemed nice and people liked them

i was brought into a group dm with several friends and... kind of had a total breakdown. at the time i think they thought i was just doing what had to be done after admitting id let it go on way too long, but the truth is i flew way off the handle and its terrifying to look back on. like, i legitimately haven't been that angry in a long time. it was not a state i should have been doing ANYTHING in, let alone trying to salvage a situation that was triggering me.

while this was going on, someone else was brought up in the group DM as grooming minors, and i was shown screenshots of a conversation in another server from before i joined where they were discussing an opinion along the lines of "i dont get the big deal with hiding nsfw art when minors are going to seek it out anyway" which... also made me very uncomfortable bc of my abuse. i ended up kicking them from the server as well with minimal warning.

at this point people in the server were reacting to an inactive admin suddenly kicking 2 active members and posting an announcement where i made no attempt to hide how furious i was. this part is kind of a blur to me but the group dm was reacting to it as it was going on and a person said something that pushed me over the edge. its kind of hard to describe it as "snapping" when i was already emotionally off the deep end but I pretty much exploded. the server fell apart after that

a day later i got contacted that there had been a psa in another server and people were upset at the friend who posted it because of things i said. im the one who called the people involved pedophiles. i dont think i was right to do that, but there was a lot going on in my head at the time and honestly i kept thinking about my abuse and about collin + when im that badly triggered theres not really any nuance to things

realizing that i broke apart a friend group + was leading to at least one friend getting harassed is why i left the fandom. not only did i fail at keeping people safe, i actively made it worse. i don't think the ppl in the dm are at fault for my actions or my mental state; i do feel upset about it bc of how much the situation escalated but i dont think they knew/understood what was going on with me (i wasnt exactly coherent about it) and how their cheering me on +encouraging me to take more action was making my mental state worse bc i had no opportunity to calm down or even fully process what was happening

im sorry for how i handled this entire situation. im staying away from the fandom (and from fandom discords in general), im trying to get my mental health in order, and i know this isn't a great apology to everyone that got hit by the aoe of my warpath. i just wanted to try and say my part of it because theres a lot of confusion over what happened and seeing as im a major player in it i need to say something

#txt #leo chirps

[horansqueen]

Fratboy!Niall oneshot (smut)

- yea, took me MONTHS, im aware - 3.5k - written from Y/N’s pov - can’t find a title. sue me. - SMUT. just in case you didnt see. - i don’t find this that bad but i prefer to warn ppl, name calling, dirty talking, blablabla. - i didnt proofread. i never proofread. i hate to proofread. - feedbacks? likes? reblogs? comments? asks? PLEASE? :) - IMPORTANT: read what i wrote at the end in bold! 

FRATBOY!NIALL ONESHOT SMUT

My eyes scanned the room as i tried to make my way through the mob of people. The music was too loud, the amount of drunk fratboys was so high just getting in that house felt dangerous in itself. I still follow a few of my friends until the kitchen and we quickly grab something to drink before to reach the large living room.

The fraternity house was ridiculously big with two levels, way too many rooms and an immense backyard with a pool right in the middle. We started dancing and drinking and after my third drink, my best friend nudge my side and i grimaced before to turn to her. She sent me a smirked and moved her chin, pointing behind me.

"Look who's here Y/N, your favorite fratboy."

My friends started laughing as i turned around and noticed Niall Horan. The sight of him so close made me grimace and groan at the same time. Niall really had this effect on me and it always bothered me. There was no one cockier than this little shit and most of the time, i had to stop myself from slapping him. He noticed me and i sighed, turning around quickly to my friends.

"Please, make him go away."

They all started to laugh again but did nothing when the little fucker pushed himself against me, pressing his crotch on my ass. I felt him breathe near my neck and tried to hide the shiver that ran up my spine.

"Hey babe, missed me?" he whispered in my ear, pressing himself harder, hard enough for me to feel his slightly erected cock press against my ass. "I need some help and your lips seem perfect for the task."

I moved away quickly and turned around, sending him a disgusted face. He only replied with a smirk and there was nothing I wanted more than to steal his glasses and stomp on them repeatedly. He didn't even need them anyway, he just used them aesthetically, to look sexy or smarter and i groaned low again knowing it totally worked.

"Never. In a thousand years." I promised, crossing my arms on my chest. "Get it?"

He glanced at my friends then back at me, taking a step closer and bending down.

"You shouldn't make promises you can't keep." he breathed again before to smirk at me and turn around to leave.

I hated how arrogant he was yet i couldn't say he was lying. My head and my heart wanted nothing to do with him, but my vagina had an other opinion, and it talked loud and clear. If i didn't have so much pride, and if he would finally shut up, i probably would let him fuck me senseless until i can't walk. But I was never gonna admit that to him.

"Don't tell me what I can and can't do." i let out. "You know nothing about me."

Niall turned around to face me again and took a few steps my way. He raised his eyebrows and his lips curled into a smirk as his friends let out a few mocking 'ohhh's and laughs. I stood there, looking at him straight in the eyes, trying to prove to him that i was serious. My eyes became smaller and i tilted my head. I noticed his eyes dropping to my lips and even if i didn't want it to, it turned me on slightly. The thought of Niall Horan wanting me was quite flattering but not enough to give him something he could brag about tomorrow.

"Oh i know more than you think." he whispered so only me could hear.

His words took me by surprise and i moved my chin up lightly, crossing my arms on my chest.

"Fuck you, Horan."

I felt someone take my arm and pull me back but i kept our eyes locked until an other hand dragged me back. I followed my friends away but sent Niall one last glare over my shoulder, pissed that he still had a smirk on his face.

We started drinking and dancing together and i was slowly getting tipsy. At the end of a song, I left my friends to find a bathroom and ended up on the second floor, waiting in line.  My phone beeped and i looked at the text message i received before to make a grimace.

'You look so good, I dream of my cock in your mouth.'

I didn't even have to check the number, I knew it's Niall, and once again, I regreted ever giving him my phone number. I glanced at the "asshole" written where his name should be and chuckle but quickly lost my smile, hoping he didn't think i smiled at his message.

'Never putting that small thing in my mouth, loser.'

I wanted to look around to see where he was but i didnt't dare and when the last person walked out of the bathroom, i quickly walked in and locked the door. After I was done, i took the time to look at myself in the mirror and grimaced at my reflection. I put on more lipsticks and tilted my head, analyzing my features. Breathing in deeply, i opened the door and jumped a little, bringing my hand to my chest as my heart skipped a beat. He was leaning against the frame, looking at me with the same smirk and i sighed loud, putting my hands on my waist.

"Let me out."

"I promise i won't tell anyone."

I held my breathe, staring at him, feeling my inhibitions leave slowly as the alcohol intoxicated me more and more.

"If you don't, i'll say even worse things about what we did."

He took a step closer and i took a one back, raising my eyebrows.

"You're such an asshole."

He kept staring at me as he pushed on the door with his feet, closing it behind himself. I glanced at it before to look back in his eyes and frown.

"You're not gonna force me,  are you."

He chuckles and rolls his eyes at me.

"I never had to force a girl and i'm not gonna start tonight." he pointed out, making me a little angry at his cockiness. "You're free to leave whenever you want. But if you want me, even just sexually, i think you should act on it."

We looked at each other and i felt something inside, something impulsive, something that made me want to do anything and everything he'd want to me.

"If you tell this to anyone, I'll..."

"Deny everything?" he cut me, raising his eyebrows with a smirk.

I chuckled and shook my head. "No, i'll tell everyone you have a very small dick."

He smirked more and licked his lips, glancing again at mine. I felt frozen in place, waiting for his hands to run on me, for his lips to kiss me, for him to just take me, but instead, he waited. He wanted me to make the first step and it was annoyed me because i knew it was all about winning. I moved past him slowly, making him turn around with a frown, and i locked the door, turning again to lean against it. I tilted my head and it was my time to smirk.

"Tell me what you think about when you think about me." i asked low, a mischievous smile still spread on my lips. "How would you want to use me?"

He looked at me slightly surprised by my behavior and probably also my words but he took a step closer and put his hands against the door on each side of my head.

"I want to fuck those lips." he whispered, making my inner thighs throb. "I want to feel them around my cock. I want to feel your tongue run on it and i want you to suck me hard."

My lips parted and i stared in his eyes, trying to imagine the expressions and the sounds hed make if i sucked him dry and i moved my tongue slowly on my bottom lip. He glanced at it and i could swear i heard a low groan coming out of his mouth.

"Maybe you'll get what you want." I whispered, looking straight into his eyes.

He bent down slowly but i stopped him, my hand pressed on his chest, shaking my head.

"No kissing. You're not my boyfriend."

He chuckled still staring at me and i could feel his warm breath on my cheek, turning me on even more. I wanted to kiss him but somehow i wanted to prove that even if i wanted him to use me, I was the one in charge. I was the one who decided what he could and couldn't do, and what he would and wouldn't get.

"Alright pet, what do I have the right to do then?"

He was clearly amused and i couldn't blame him. I was enjoying this game probably even more than him. I let my hand slide on his chest and down to his pants, unbuttoning them slowly, still staring at him.

"Here's what you're allowed to do." I started, tilting my head.  "You're allowed to grab my hair, fuck my face and cum wherever you want."

I felt his cock twitch against my palm and my smirk grew. "That seems to be something you really want." I pointed out with an other chuckle. "Oh, and i'm not getting naked."

I saw him grimace and he glanced down. "In your underwear?"

I thought for a few seconds and finally nodded. "Alright, deal."

He took a step back and i shook my head with a smile at how impatient he was. I took my shirt off and quickly stepped out of my jeans as he took a few seconds to study me.

"I wish I could see more." he admitted, his eyes still running over my body before i grabbed the front of his shirt and brought him closer.

"Not today."

His eyes moved down and he ran one of his fingers on the top of my bra, tracing the outline before i slapped his hand. "I never said you could touch."

Looking up in my eyes, he moved his hand away and let it fall on his side with an exagerated sigh. I brought my hand back to the front of his pants and his face changed again.

"How hard?" he just asked as I took his dick out, stroking it gently.

"As hard as you want." i murmured.

He nodded slowly, still staring at me, but his smile had completely left. His look was hard and dominating and i was pretty sure it was not the first time he did something like that. He brushed one of his fingers on my shoulder and raised his eyebrows, moving his chin slightly.

"I hope for you that you won't regret this, petal."

I was going to answer but he quickly let go of my shoulder to grip my hair, pulling on it hard and making my head jerk back roughly. I held my breath as my whole body started to throb. He brought his face close to mine and i whimpered low. It made him smirk again and he moved his lips to my neck.

"On your knees." he ordered in a whisper right before to bite the skin of my neck harder than i thought he would.

It made an other whine escape my lips as he pulled my head down still using my hair. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt and i realized I was already horny when i fell on my knees in front of his half-erected cock. I stared at it and my lips parted lightly, wondering what it would feel like to have it in my mouth but he quickly took me out of my day dream.

"Open your mouth like a good little slut, I know you want to suck on it."

I was going to protest, pointing out the name calling was not part of our deal, but he pulled on my hair harder, making me look up as he bent down.

"The only reason for you to open your fucking mouth is so i can fuck your face." he explained in a husky voice. "I don't want to hear any word. Just the sound of you choking on my cock."

I felt my heart beat hard in my chest as i nodded, hyponotized by his words and the way he had changed. He was never the good boy but the sassy boy i thought i knew had turned into a rough man that knew exactly what he wanted. It was such a turn on that i caught myself thinking i was going to do everything he wanted me to do, no matter what it was. I was ready for him.

"The good little girl is going to turn into a good little whore."

His words made a shiver run up my spine and he brought my face back to his cock. He didn't have to ask again, I grabbed it and slipped it on my tongue, pulling his foreskin down to suck on his tip. His hand was still in my hair and he groaned at the contact of my lips on his dick. The whole thing excited me so bad i could feel myself drip in my panties. I desesperately wanted to slip one of my hands between my legs but i didn't want him to know how wet i was for him.

I kept sucking his cock, taking almost all of it in my mouth, as my hands stroked him in motion with my lips. After a few minutes, he pulled my head away and brought my head even closer.

"Give my balls some attention." he instructed me, making me hold my breath again.

My eyes ran on his hard dick and i hated myself for loving it so much. I wanted it so much i'd let him put it anywhere he wanted. My eyes stopped at his balls and i stuck my tongue out, running it on them slowly until he pushed my head more. I understood the message and wrapped my lips around one, sucking on it before to do the same to the other.

"Mm, shit, those lips work even better than i imagined." he admitted with a low moan.

I looked up and saw him let his head fall back slightly, his eyes closed, and it brought a sensation of victory inside me, making me wonder how good it would feel to make him cum. His hand moved in my hair and he gripped it tighter, making me whimper. It was a mix of pain and pleasure and i felt my inner thigh throb harder.

"Let's see how wet that made you."

I stopped breathing when he bent down and slipped his hand in my panties. I tried to remember if i gave him the permission to do that but i couldn't think straight. I hated myself for craving his touch that bad.

"You're fucking soaked."

The tip of his finger pressed on my clit gently and i let out a louder moan.

"This makes me even harder than I already was." he confessed as his finger slipped on my slit a few times before to focus back on my clit.

He took his hand out of my panties and i felt my heart drop, thinking he had stopped touching me but he brought his finger to his lips and sucked on it as i gazed at him intensely. He didn't say anything but brought his hand back down, sliding it back between my legs, this time running three of his fingers on my dripping core.

"Fuck I wish I could take care of that." he let out again in a low tone, making me squirm every time his fingers brushed against my clit.

I was speechless even though I wanted to beg him to make me cum and he finally moved his hand even, making me whimper in protest. He grabbed his dick with his wet hand and started jerking himself with my wetness as i watched him.

"Now that I know how much you love my dick, i'm gonna fuck your mouth and make you gag on it." he paused for a few seconds. "Open wide."

I felt my heart jump in my chest but he didn't give me time to answer. I felt the tip of his wet dick against my lips and instinctively opened my mouth. He quickly pushed it inside my mouth and i gagged lightly when it hit the back of my throat.

"Fuck..."

He pulled back and I breathed deeply, waiting for his next move. Without warning, he pushed it back all the way in my mouth but this time i didn't choke and he started going back and forth, almost gently at first but rougher with every thrust. He changed the pace of his movements and finally used my head against his cock, moving it in motion with his thrusts. I loved the way he was using me and i could feel myself close to an orgasm without even touching myself. Subtly, I brought my hand between my legs, over my panties, and brushed a finger on my clit. Niall glanced down and noticed what i was doing. I thought it was going to make him smirk but instead, his mouth opened and he panted before to moan. He pulled on my hair again, making my head move back and grabbed his dick, stroking it quickly a few seconds before to reach an orgasm. I felt his cum squirt on my cheeks and closed my eyes, sticking my tongue out. I wanted to know how he tasted and a few drops ended on my tongue as most of it landed on my forehead and my chin, dripping down on my neck.

"Fuck, you look so fucking good like that, pet." he expresseed, looking down at me. "Now clean me."

I watched a drop come out of his tip and ran my tongue quickly on it before sliding it down until his base and coming back up. I wrapped my lips around his tip and sucked hard, making him i didn't waste any and he groaned.

"Get up." he just ordered again, pulling on my hair.

I did as i was told and he pushed me against the door, his fingers pressed gently on my throat.

"Don't move."

He stared at me, his eyes roaming on my face, probably enjoying the sight of my face covered with his cum, as his other hand pushed my wet panties aside. He rubbed my clit softly but quickly and shook his head.

"I want to watch you cum." he whispered.

That's all it took. I felt a wave of pleasure cross my body and making my legs shake slightly. My knees went weak but i got to hold myself as i closed my eyes and let out a few curse words louder than i intended. It felt amazing and i never wanted it to stop as he kept touching me through my orgasm.

"Mm you did very good, petal." he told as i was panting.

He moved both his hands away and i breathed in and out deeply.

"I wish you didn't have to clean your face."

I chuckled and rolled my eyes, reaching the sink and turning the water on. I threw some in my face and rubbed my cheeks, looking at him in the mirror. He had zipped his pants back and was staring at me.

"I'm gonna fuck you against the wall."

His words made me laugh and I frowned at him.

"No you won't. We're done, Horan."

He looked at me until I was completely dressed and cleaned and I walked up to him. I don't know how long we stayed in silence, our eyes stuck on each other's, but the only thing I could hear were the beatings of my heart against my rib cage. He reached for my cheeks and cupped my face, taking a step closer. I smiled as he bent down and felt his lips brush against mine. It gave me a rush but I pulled away with a laugh.

"Nice try."

Quickly, I unlocked the door and he just grabbed my arm, making me turn around to face him. He was so hot, even more than usual. His eyes sparkled, as cheesy as it sounded, and his cheeks were a pale shade of red because of the orgasm.

"Did we switch millenium?" he asked with a smirk, making me frown. "You said never in a million years, didn't you?"

I grimaced and flipped him off before to move past him to leave.

"Bye Y/N, i'll see you around!"

"Maybe."

NOTE: im going to write a part 2 from HIS pov where he eats her out. now my question, should she be his SUB again, or should she DOM him? please message me!

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