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Harry Potter as your boyfriend

pairing: Harry Potter x reader (gender neutral)

warning(s): none

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early stages

so you’ve been friends with Hermione for a long time

you’ve known each other even before going to Hogwarts

so when the both of you came to Hogwarts, you’ve started to get to know Ron and Harry

you became a friend group of 4 and hung out every day

you slowly started to develop feelings for Harry but you didn't want it to get in the way of the friend group

so you decided to not act on them

however

Hermione saw straight through you

she told Ron and he didn't notice a thing lmao so clueless

Hermione told Ron to check with Harry, if he has any feelings for you

he kinda? confessed his feelings towards you

well, basically he just said you look pretty and smell nice wtf harry

which was enough for Ron to tell Hermione he is deeply in love with you

sooo that's when Ron and Hermione started to play cupid

they were good at it though

eventually, Ron got Harry to ask you on a date

he was so nervous but eventually gathered his courage

with a bit of stuttering, he asked you out it was so adorable pls

and instead of the relationship getting in between the friend group, it actually made everyone closer (:

the relationship

harry is actually so goofy

he makes a lot of jokes when you two are together

is such a fun person to be with

he is a really good listener

he loves to give you his sweaters

don’t try to give this man hints because he is so clueless

you have to be 100% clear with him, whatever it is, he will not get hints so frustrating but so cute

listen, if anyone disrespects you, it’s over for them

he will get so angry at anyone who insults you

also, he doesn’t get jealous often, but when he gets jealous…

he becomes so quiet in public but will show you you’re his when you two are alone iykyk

okay moving on, you will always get him out of trouble

you always look out for him and he loves you for that

he trusts you so much

stargazing while having deep conversations with snacks are his favourite kind of dates

affection

he's not that comfortable with showing affection in public

he doesn't mind it when you initiate it though

however, in private he is so affectionate with you

he loves hugs

begs you for more hugs

you won't say no though because you just can’t resist him

kisses on your cheek

cuddling, lots of cuddling

he likes to be the little spoon

plays with your hand when he gets overwhelmed or anxious

arguments

he can be so stubborn

his stubbornness occasionally shows in arguments

it’s difficult for him to admit he’s wrong

sometimes this can get in between you guys

when it comes to that point, he makes sure both of you are alright though

he doesn’t want anything to get in between you

he will calm down at that moment and take a moment for you to calm down as well

he will make you a cup of tea

after that, he will hold you in his arms while you two talk about the problem you are dealing with calmly

during arguments where you end up crying, he will freeze and feel so guilty

he will dry your tears with tissues while apologizing constantly

thank you for reading!

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he is INHUMANELY gorgeous

i hate sylvia i hate sylvia i hate sylvia i hate sylvia and i hate all u fuckinf sylvia glazers like did u actually read the book UGHSHSHS she has too many glazers for a character with no lines she is literally a bitch she isn’t a iconic baddie serving cunt please enough

AND WHY DID I SEE SOMEONE SAY SHE WAS A VICTIMMM?? COMPARING HER TO CHERRY VALANCE?? LIKE UMMM WATATATT

its so sad how many people are dropping like flies in the evan/ahs fandom

a/n — evan peters has one of the most beautiful pair of hands i’ve laid eyes on.

you’re sitting across from your boyfriend at a quaint little cafe, tucked away on a quiet street corner. late afternoon sunlight filters through the striped awning, dyeing the white tablecloth golden. your eyes fall on his hands resting beside his coffee cup—large, strong, with prominent veins running along the back, like delicate rivers under his skin.

you’ve always had a fixation on evan’s hands. not just in a sexual way—though you do love wrapping your lips around the long digits—but because they’re simply beautiful.

without thinking, you reach out, taking one in your considerably smaller one.

brushing your thumb along the rough skin, feeling the bumps of his knuckles and the tendons beneath. a smile tugs at your lips as you bring his hand closer, pressing a kiss to his palm. his fingers twitch slightly, but he doesn’t pull away, instead watching you with a small, amused smile.

“you like my hands, huh?”

you hum, not bothering to respond verbally. instead, you gently press another kiss to the back of his hand, letting your lips linger. evan chuckles quietly, the sound making your heart flutter. the hand moves to cradle your face, thumb brushing against your cheek.

me & someone’s dad 💗 .

i wish i was your girl i wish i was your girl i wish i was your girl i wish i was your girl i wish i was your girl i wish i was your girl

pleasee . i’ve been thinking abt this everyday since its came out 🥲 .

I just want Brian to pull down my panties, cum in them, lift them back up, and send me on my way. I am down tremendously-

content/warnings: noncon, physical restraint, reader is AFAB and wears panties but no gender is specified, “cunt” and “pussy” used to describe reader’s genitalia, thigh fucking, pervert Brian, no actual penetrative sex, reader gets jumped in the woods, little to no build up/plot it’s just straight into the porn

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Without warning you’re suddenly shoved to the ground, a heavy weight coming down on your back to keep you there. You yelp in surprise as you feel a body land on top of yours, pushing you into the dirt and sending a sharp pain through your ribs as they bend beneath the force of two people. 

Your attempt to yell out is swiftly cut short when a gloved hand tangles itself in your hair, gripping it tightly as it muffles your cries with the soft dirt on the forest floor. You can feel the small rocks hidden in the soil leaving scrapes on your cheeks as you thrash.

The stranger’s second hand comes down on your back, grabbing at your waist to pull your ass into the air as he hastily, almost clumsily pulls up the bottom of your shirt. He fumbles with the waistband of your shorts, fingers slipping over your button as the fabric of his glove fights with him. He lets up on your hair for one second just so he can use both hands, violently yanking at the fasten of your jeans until it surrenders to his efforts with a harsh ripping sound. He pulls your zipper down so fast it nearly breaks, and even quicker still he’s jerking your shorts down your hips and then your thighs. You’re only allowed to lift your head long enough to cough and spit, wincing at the feeling of dirt in your teeth. You manage to turn and look back at your attacker for only a split second before your face is back against the ground. You whimper against the earth as the sight of the hooded man flashes before your eyes. 

You swear that you can hear him chuckle under his breath at the squeal that crawls up your throat as you feel him pulling eagerly at your panties. You thrash against him as much as you can, but despite your best efforts the pressure on your head and back keeps you disoriented. It’s clear what he wants, though; he lets up just a bit when you sit still. You’re tiring yourself out fast, and you both know it.

You shiver when your panties are pulled down to your knees, resting against the ground and exposing your delicate cunt to the eyes of this aggressive pervert. He smiles under his mask, an expression of absolute debauchery hidden behind black fabric and a sewn on red frown that’ll be burned into your memory forever. 

The strangled noise you let out when you feel him rut against your waiting pussy through his jeans is mortifying. The denim and its metal button are harsh against your sensitive flesh as the stranger practically humps you like a wild dog, hard on twitching in his pants. You can hear him huffing through his mask, breathing heavily through the gaps in his gritted teeth. He’s desperate, nearly rabid with need for a reason that’s beyond you. 

You freeze when you hear him fumble with his zipper, gloved knuckles brushing your back as he struggles with only thing keeping him restrained. A heavy gasp makes your body shake when you suddenly feel the already leaking tip of his cock brush against your thigh. 

“W-Wait, don’t—!” You stammer, thrashing even harder in his grip with the last of your energy. He shushes you harshly, fingers tightening harshly in your hair as a warning. 

“Don’t be so loud,” He whispers, “You’re fine. I ain’t gonna hurt ya unless you make me…” 

You squeak in surprise when his cock slides between your trembling thighs. You instinctively squeeze your legs together, only to cringe when he moans in response. He lets out a shuddering sigh of pleasure as he repositions himself over you, finally releasing your hair only to pin your hands down, wrapping your body in his to keep you still as he starts to thrust. The noises that are pulled from your throat every time he pushes forward are viscerally humiliating, especially the way your voice cracks when his shaft just barely brushes your clit, not once threatening to break through your entrance but taking horrid delight in using it for his own pleasure. He’s shameless in the noise he makes, huffing and groaning in your ear and cursing under his breath every time he moves. 

He barely keeps a steady pace, his desperation becoming apparent with each thrust. You can feel his cock twitch against your thighs as it slides between them, able to feel every vein that runs up the side, all of them pumping hard and fast with adrenaline and primal need. You shudder to think what it would’ve felt like had he decided to use your hole instead.

“H-Haah…you’re…g-getting wet,” He growls in your ear, as though it’s an insult. It may as well be. You whine and turn away from him, biting your lip and ignoring the fact that you can feel yourself soaking his cock and it slides against your cunt. 

You can feel him starting to tremble, and you know in an instant he won’t last much longer. You suck in a breath, silently hoping whatever he chooses to do won’t leave a mess on your back or thighs. You won’t be able to deal with it until you’ve made the trek all the way back down the trail. 

“Gonna…g-gonna cum—“ He whispers through gritted teeth. His hands squeeze around yours, grip getting tighter and tighter, almost to a painful degree as he chases his release with reckless abandon. He’s staring to lose whatever little bit of restraint he has left, and fast. 

All at once his resolve collapses, guttural noises of pleasure falling from his lips as his hips slam erratically against you. He barely manages to choke out one last word of warning before suddenly he stops, cock head barely nestled between your thighs as his entire body tenses and shakes with the force of an orgasm that nearly makes him cry out. He barely manages to strangle the sound before it leaves his throat, cock twitching as it releases hard and fast. You cringe in anticipation of feeling the sticky warmth trail down your thighs, but the sensation never comes. After a few moments you sigh, relieved to have been granted this one small mercy. 

You’re too dazed and dizzy to move when he finally gets up off of you. You stay on the ground despite your humiliating position, and despite the wicked chuckle your attacker allows to slip. 

His boots crunch on the ground, and for a moment you think he’s just going to walk away, leave you here to take care of yourself. Then you feel your panties being slid back up your thighs. You can only be confused for a moment before you’re struck with the uncomfortable feeling of your warm, soaking panties squeezing around the mound of your cunt. The substance is thick and unbearably sticky, not to mention far too much for it to have come from you, especially without an orgasm. 

You flinch and squeal as he fastens your shorts back in place around your waist, tightly keeping your panties in place and making sure you can’t escape the feeling of his cum soaking your pussy and threatening to stain your jeans. 

He stands back up, buttoning his jeans and adjusting his pants a bit before shoving his hands back in the pocket of his faded yellow hoodie. He’s silent for a moment, admiring his work with a hidden smirk spread across his face. 

“Better get walkin’, sweetheart,” He teases, toe of his boot nudging your pussy through your shorts, “It’s a loooong way home.”

need bf inside me 😋 .