Request From An Anon: Ravenclaw Reader X Harry Where She Meets James, Lily, Sirius, Remus, Etc For The
Request from an anon: ravenclaw reader x Harry where she meets James, Lily, Sirius, Remus, etc for the first time when coming over for a holiday dinner or something?
A/N â hello Nonnie! This actually cuts off right before they meet so if you want a part two with them actually meeting just request and Iâll be happy to write it for you <33
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âYouâre sure the house apparel is okay?â
The words tumble out your mouth as you smooth out your blue sweater for the fifth time over the ten minute walk back to Harryâs Parentâs house. You thought meeting his family after your date instead of before would ease some of your nerves, but the opposite had occurred. Dinner had giving you more time to ponder over all the things that could go wrong.
While you donât doubt that his family is just as amazing as he is, meeting them is working you up a little. For some reason, meeting them just feels so official. Not that you arenât sure about Harry. You plan to cling to his side until heâll no longer have you. (Which you hope is a day thatâll never come.) It just sends a kaleidoscope of fast-fluttering butterflies to your stomach to know things were getting serious. That he was serious about you.
âIâve told you, itâs fine.â He squeezes your hand And kisses the side of it. The affection is almost enough to make you drop the anxiousness completely. âThey wonât pay much attention to your sweater. And even if they do, you look great. Better than that. You look perfect.â His words bring a warm flush to your cheeks as you nibble on your lip, now with something akin to bashfulness.
âI just want this to goââ
ââperfectly, I know.â
His smile is calm and kind, like youâre being completely reasonable and not freaking out over nothing. âIf Iâm honest, I donât see how it could go any other way. Youâre perfect, so everything you do is just as. By extension.â A sheepish giggle bubbles from your throat as you squeeze his hand. âScience?â You tease as your shoulders start to relax âHardly. Everything you do is magic,â he stops walking to give you a little smirk. âLiterally.â You reward him with another, louder and more boisterous, laugh. (Next time he wants to go for full belly.)
As you approach his house, you look at him one more time for reassurence. He presses his lips to your cheek. âTheyâll love you. Seriously, whatâs not to like?â He kisses your other cheek. âAnd even if they donâtâwhich wonât happenâtheyâll have to warm up to you because I really, really like you. More than that. I love you.â Your eyes widen like saucers, but he chooses is to ignore it for now. âSo thisâll be fine, yeah?â He doesnât wait for your answer as he pushes the door open, dragging you and your saucer eyes through the door.
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Can't stop thinking about pregnant!reader constantly snapping at simon and being tired and him just being so understanding and everyone that sees them just don't get it? Because how is the Lieutenant that snaps at whoever being this softđ«Ąđ«Ą
you've been bringing your own lunch to work because you hate the meals the mess hall makes. it makes your pregnant belly absolutely angry, and simon's held your hair up enough times to know that if he doesn't pack you something to eat before you go, it'll be hell on earth.
the rec room door slams open. everyone jumps, startled in their seats, and simon just stares, leaning against the wall by the open window as he puffs on a cigarette.
his eyes focus on you just as you angrily waddle your way over. he doesn't even flinch when you smack the cigarette out of his mouth, stomping on it with your boot as you glare up at him. all he does is smirk a little, reaching down and thumbing at your jaw.
"'ello, beautiful," he murmurs, his dark eyes roaming over your face. you let him touch for just a moment before you hit his hand off.
"don't try and butter me up," you snap, narrowing your eyes more. "you forgot...you forgot!"
he sighs, licking over his bottom lip.
"never seen anythin' prettier than ya," he whispers. he wants to shove down your pants and fuck your sopping cunt (he knows you're wet, you always are now), but instead he just lets out a soft breath and takes in how pretty you really are. just gorgeous--those big, pouty lips, all glossy and wet. those eyes--what drew him to you in the first place, that gaze that could stop a thousand bullets.
"you forgot my lunch, simon," you cry, and he cups your face, shaking his head. "i hate you. you're a sorry bastard! what's wrong with you?!"
he leans down and pecks your lips through the mask, and johnny, who's been slack-jawed and caught off-guard since you came into the room, turns to look at gaz--who's equally as confused.
"didn't forget, swee'eart," simon murmurs. "got y'some take-away. thought y'might fancy somethin' else."
your angry expression fades just a little, and you smooth both hands over your bump.
"you...you did?" you sniffle, and simon chuckles, nodding.
"y'r just tired, luv...aren't ya?"
you nod, closing your eyes. he soaks up your tears with the thumbs of his gloved hands.
"y'r feet oll swollen..." he kisses your jaw through the mask, and your eyes flutter a little. "c'mon, bubs. let's get ya off y'r feet, aye? get ya some food?"
you let him coax your face into his chest, and you settle there, taking a deep breath.
"you need to stop smoking," you whisper as you get a whiff of the scent on his clothes. "if i catch you again, i'll kill you."
"olright, luv," he agrees absentmindedly, turning you around to guide you out of the room. your food is in his room since he doesn't trust his sergeants not to pick at it if he left it in the shared fridge. "woteva ya say."
when you both close the door behind you, johnny blinks.
"i think i just saw a ghost, a real one..." he murmurs. "i must've just seen a ghost, gaz, have i gone mad? or did i just see our lieutenant with a lass? and did she just call 'im a bastard?"
"no," gaz turns back to their card game, dealing out another hand. "no, we didn't see anythin', soap."
"huh?"
"we didn't...see...anything."
jealous slashers~!â§
With Michael, Brahms, Jason, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Thomas Sawyer, Sal Fisher, & Patrick Bateman
tags: gn!reader, jealousy, creepy men, unwanted attention/touching, uggestive and mature themes, gore/blood, violence, canon typical behavior, billy x reader x stu poly, rob zombie!mikey, I know Sal isn't exactly a slasher but he's my baby and needs to be included
Alexa, play Love to Die by the Slashstreet Boys

Michael
Rest in Peace to the poor, stupid man who thought it'd be a good idea to mess with the Shape's partner, and Michael had witnessed it all. How this man shoves you into an empty alleyway, the clatter of your groceries falling. The guy doesn't get much more than a few bruises and claw marks when Michael's knife slices through the back of the man's throat, protruding from the other end in a splash of blood. The Shape watches you wipe your bloody face off, not doing much but picking up three of your four fallen bags and tugging you into his side.
Brahms
Absolutely not. Brahms is fuckin' seething from his safe space sheltered behind the walls. Heavy breathing muffled by the porcelain mask, he watches with wild eyes as some idiot decides to break into the mansion whilst you were sleeping, and proceeds to hold you at knifepoint, effectively pinning you to the bed in what little nightclothes you wore. The unwanted guest and you are certainly going to know when Brahms is upset. There's banging on the walls coming from every direction that leaves the would-be burglar panicked and you slightly more comfortable.
"You're not allowed to be here," comes the eerily childlike voice Brahms has perfected. He crawls his way out from behind the large antique mirror. "I'll make sure you never come near them again." With a sudden slam, Brahms downs the intruder with a lead pipe repeatedly bashing the object until all that remains was brain matter and gooey blood. He drops the pipe with a huff and collects you into his arms, the cool porcelain biting onto the heat of your chest.
Jason
As the protector of the surrounding forest, Jason is always watching. He's omnipotent, he sees all. He seems to know where people are at all times and he can sense when you're in distress. Your shared cabin door left ajar sends his blood boiling and his heavy footfall increasing as he approaches your home. Barging in, Jason's pale eyes lock onto you and your assailant holding you by the throat. His thunderous steps are quick, slicing through the man with his machete and proceeds to lift him up while still pierced with the blade. The man gurgles, arms weakly reaching behind him in attempts to claw at Jason. All attempts were futile. He tossed the body to the side before he gently frets over you, his large hands soothing the fingerprints tarnishing your throat.
Billy & Stu
Rather snake-like the two will wrap themselves around you (they adore your personal space) and stare down whoever else demands your attention. Billy's arm hooks around your waist and Stu wraps himself around your shoulder, tilting your chin up with a single finger. "Is this guy bothering you, baby?" Looking like a shark that's tasted blood in the water, Billy's eyes grow more wild. He's already making a mental note of who and where this guy lives. The guy raised his hands in defense backing down the more the two stared at him, walking off completely.
"We're gonna take care of him, doll," Billy promises, kissing your cheek. Stu cackles lightly, tongue sticking out. They would strike tonight.
Vincent
There's no one Vincent trusts more to watch over you when he can't than his own two brothers. He had his hands full, turning Dalton and Wade into wax people. Nick and Carly were proving to be hard to get a hold of and there was still another tourist that needed to be taken care of.
But then Bo is telling him that the person escaped and he doesn't know where you were. His two worst fears confirmed. Vincent is soon on a wild hunt, trying to find you anywhere with Bo hot on his heels. He soon locates you, passed out with a bit of blood on your head. Your eyes slowly open as he touches your cheek, catching you as you wobble into his warm embrace. He shares a look with Bo who nods.
"I've got you, brother. Keep them here with ya. Wait til I'm back, ya hear?"
Bo
Out in public, he's all cordial and kind smiles. Especially if this is an intended victim. Some random person putting the moves on his partner is a huge no-no and one Bo doesn't take lightly. That person just warranted themselves a for sure death sentence and Bo isn't feeling too kind, so perhaps he'll drag things out, yeah? Touch what's his and you got what's comin' to ya.
"Can I see, baby? That bastard leave any marks on ya?" Bo strokes your shoulders, blue eyes drifting over your frame like water. He has every intention of marking every place that person touched, no matter if you tell Bo the guy only grabbed your arm. Once he has his mind set on something, he's gonna do it.
Lester
Unlike his older twin brothers, Lester is actually pretty chill. Especially in comparison to Bo. He doesn't think much of the people he's helping get into Ambrose knowing full well it's their final destination and Vincent and Bo will take care of things as they always have. What he doesn't like is some dude making a pass at you right in front of him. Can't he see the engagement ring on your finger? It leaves a sour taste in his mouth, watching with narrowed eyes as the small group heads towards the mechanic shop in search of a fan belt.
A familiar hand on his arm calms him down instantly. He turns to you and musters a weak smile as your hands slide around his torso from behind, leaning your cheek on his shoulder. "Y'alright?" Lester nods too quickly and unconvincingly, giving you a quick kiss. "Yeah, darl', always."
Thomas
Your partner is not unlike a bear, watching with wild eyes as one of Hoyt's new catches clasps onto you, their nails digging into your arms, and pinning you to the barbed fence. The cry of pain you let out has Tommy barreling towards you, chainsaw revving to life. A deep snarl echoes behind his mask and he wastes no time cutting down the poor soul with a single swipe of his motorized saw. Tommy turns it off and picks you up in his large arms as gently as he can. With his masked cheek leaning against yours, he carries you back towards the house. Mama Luda Mae will take a good look at you.
Sal Fisher
Honestly Sal isn't one to get jealous. He's pretty level-headed and understanding in most situations. He respects your choices and he's not gonna step on any toes or do anything drastic; Sal isn't a monster. However, if he sees some guy make a creepy pass at you and clearly overstep your boundaries, he won't hesitate to swoop in, looping his arm around your shoulders. His sharp blue eyes staring at the man from behind his prosthetic mask.
"Do we have a problem here?" His voice is cold, lacking any interest in what excuse the man finds. Sal's main focus will be on you, rubbing gentle, soothing circles into your skin. His main priority is to get you away from this sicko and would totally call in reinforcements from his brother Larry if need be.
Patrick
A jealous Patrick Bateman isn't a good scenario for anyone. Especially not with his deteriorating mental state. He trusts you explicitly, with his thoughts, ideas, and recreational hobbies that most would find distasteful. So when a colleague of his gets too big for his britches and unabashedly begins to flirt with you in his presence, Patrick finds it difficult to keep his boiling bloodlust at bay. The heat of his anger is getting to his head, the fierce emotions only swelling well it's clear how uncomfortable you look in that man's company. He must see to put an end to him quickly.
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"Are you alright, my darling? That man surely didn't know his place, did he?" Patrick places a hand at your back, guiding you out of the office party. "Let's get you home and into a nice hot bath, hmm? I'd rather not taste that swine on your lovely skin."

hip to be square.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ đ đ° .á WARNINGS: themes similar to the movie | allusions to violence and murder | sexual content | sexism | fiancĂ©e!reader | dumbification | degradation | rough sex | anal play references | anal fisting reference | drug references | allusions to asphyxiation.
âYouâve worked up quite a sweat.â PATRICK BATEMAN notes in thinly veiled repulsion. Those cruel hands on your hips restrain themselves, and you can feel that tension against you. Instead, he pours his ample strength into yanking you back on him, choked sounds emit from your gaping mouth. In a way, this is an obligation, he can't really enjoy the way your cunt squeezes him, or how his thumbs fit those perfect back dimplesânot in the way he wants to. If it were up to him, he'd squeeze the life out of you while he screwed those lifeless brains to pieces. Finally a bitch like you would be put to good use, eyes rolling back as the lack of oxygen grows black dots in your vision. You'd claw at his grip around your neck, easing in to crushing your windpipe, the light would die as he watched, and he wouldn't even falter in his pace. Those hips would still be fucking you, like he is now.
Hard and rough, it hurts. Abusing your cervix as you're bent over the perfect white covers of his California King. You bounce on him like you want more, but in reality you're limp as he directs your body the way he wants it to move. An irrefutable force against you that you are powerless to soothe, unbeknownst to you your only line of defense to protect you from his wrath is the ring on your finger.
You're engaged to him.
In his eyes it was an unavoidable tragedy. All his friends are your friends, you live in his area, and you're a ten minute commute from work. If he's looking to blow off steam during lunch, he'll pop in for a visit and use you up with a pillow covering your head. You don't catch on to the fact he doesn't want to look at you while he ravages you, never question why he insists on hitting it from the back if he can help it. It aids that you've got a nice ass, plump and round and fits in his palms when he handles it. When you aren't being a priss, sometimes you'll let him slip a finger into your asshole. At one point he managed to convince you to let him fist you, but he'd slipped you one to many things that night, narrowly avoiding a messy emergency room visit. There was no way he was going to wait up for you in such a place so late at night. What would he have told everybody? That his fiancée was some junkie? Absolutely not.
Nails dig into your skin at the memory, the salt of sweat burning that raw that makes you mewl. He steels himself from demanding you shut up, instead assuaging the urge by smacking your hand away when you reach back to hold his in a petty attempt to get him to let up. Cruelly, he drills you. Those pathetic noises release in pain, you don't even sound human. "What are you to me?" he spits, looming over your little body as his every muscle contracts fucking into you at a reckless pace. You're sore from his weight, but you can't do a thing about it when being treated like shit never felt so good. A ring of cream foams at his base, taken from you as your cunt confuses punishment for desperation, your expression twisting so hard you'll get wrinkles early. He'll have to divorce you before that happens, otherwise people will think him vain. "Answer me, you idiot, you're supposed to answer me."
Somehow, you don't notice how he's talking to you. How it's different than the cold and distant nature you're accustomed to in public. "Nothing." you breathe out. "I'm nothing." You chase whatever you can get your hands on, scrambling for whatever stupid response you can muster in this state. Apparently, it pleases him, a sea of moans flowing out through his deep voice as he satiates himself using you like a sock with your name on it in his room.
Grumpy Pants
SUMMARY: Matt can't stand not being close to Y/N, even for a minute.
WARNINGS: none
AUTHORS NOTE: short little blurb <3
Y/N, Matt, Chris, Nick



âCan I help you, grumpy pants?â I say as Matt pins his arms across his chest with a pout on his face while he sits on the couch across from me.
âIâm not a grumpy pants.â he grumbles.
âYouâre being a grumpy pants.â
âObviously Iâm being a grumpy pants!â He flails a hand through the air. âEvery time weâre here you ditch me for those two.â he points to Me, Nick, and Chris taking up the whole couch while he's on the other side of the room.
âSharing is caring, Mattâ Nick mumbles from beside me, his eyes looking up from his phone. âWe haven't seen y/n in forever since you never bring her here. We just wanna cuddleâ Chris says as he wraps his arms around me playfully.
Matt runs a hand over his face. âHow about you guys find a friend that isn't my girlfriend.â He pouts. âShe was our friend first Mattâ Nick slings an arm around my shoulders so Nick Chris and I are in a group hug. âIt doesn't matter. She's my girlfriend.â Matt pats his lap and raises his brows at me, trying to get me over there. He rolls his eyes when I donât respond.
âY/N, baby, come hereâ He whines .âDon't "baby" me I'm trying to spend time with my friendsâ I say playfully. "Fine be like that" He grumbles. âI can't take his complaining anymore,â Nick says as he gets up to go into the kitchen as Chris follows.
Laughing, I look over at Matt and open up my arms âCome here you big baby.â To say Matt doesnât run over to me would be a lie. He flops on top of me and runs his arms under my shirt, wrapping them around me. My fingers run through his hair as he lets out a deep sigh, seeming content with the outcome. His lips touch my shoulder, whispering I love you into my skin followed by a light kiss to my jaw. Almost a year together and he hates it when he isn't near me.
Ex-Bf!Sukuna who brings your favorite flowers every 2 weeks when he picks you up from work. He says it's for his 'princess' much to your annoyance. You already feel guilty because Sukuna has been picking you up from your late night shifts at the restaurant. You still take the flowers, holding them gently in your lap as Sukuna drives you home. Sukuna looks at you through his peripheral and notices your furrowed eyebrows.
"What's going on in that beautiful head of yours, princess?" His voice was as smooth as ever.
You roll your eyes because Sukuna still calls you by that nickname despite breaking up with him. An unfamiliar feeling is filling your stomach as the wind from the open window cools your heated cheeks.
"Stop calling me that." You mumble only for Sukuna to snicker.
"No." It's all he says for the rest of the car ride. You look down on your lap and admire the pretty flowers that he got you this time. When you walk through your apartment door, the bouquet in your hands, you begin wondering if it always felt so empty without the tattooed pink hair man.