Blame This Guy Named Tony For This Ok😭

🥺 so beautiful

it feels good (to know you’re mine)

synopsis: disheartened by the night he’s had, peter attempts to shift focus on what matters to him most.

pairing: tasm!peter parker x reader

author’s notes: nsfw! the biblical allusions & allegories are heavy here. idk what came over me. brought to u by needy desperate angsty sentimental peter!!!!! the best peter :_)

He’s rocking into you with a tender pace—it’s the sort of night where things could have gone egregiously wrong, but somehow, he had pulled through. And when he crawls home to you, face caked with blood dried from the frostbitten air he had swung through not moments ago, he needs nothing more than to dissipate into the soft crux of your arms, and to feel that you’re there.

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mafialeader!h masterlist

welcome, you fucking sluts >:)

but i wanna play daddy

in which y/n doesn’t listen to her daddy, and mafia leader harry doesn’t fucking play

let me hear you

in which y/n touched herself without mafialeader!harry’s permission, and he made a rule saying she’s not allowed to

mark me

in which y/n asks mafialeader!h to mark her, and harry can’t believe how far they’ve cum.

closer

in which y/n wants to be closer to her savior, mafialeader!h, and harry has never felt such intimacy

good girls are patient

in which y/n looses her patience, and mafialeader!h loves giving his girl exactly what she wants

they are so hot

I would love to see mlbrry’s reactions to when mama sends him videos or pictures of herself 😏😏😏

So.Fucking.Easy

prompt: ^

warnings: smut

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Happ 2nd Day of Eroda Week 💕

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They’re at a event for the team and Harry, as always is in the spotlight, and he eats it the fuck up with wide smiles and throaty chuckles to the people he’s talking to.

At one point, he’s standing near the bar with a few men and one girl who is making crazy lustful eyes at him (he doesn’t even notice but YN sure as hell does).

It didn’t matter if she had a rock of her finger, a house in both their names, and four of his babies - she was possessive and fuck if that didn’t turn him on.

It’s time to remind him a bit of who he belongs to, she’s sat on a chair near the back of the room - away from the party and pulls out her phone.

She flips through some pictures and videos she took last night before he flew home from San Diego, she knew something like this would come up.

The first picture is explicit - off the start, it’s a shiny blue metallic bullet resting deliciously between her plump folds, her pubic hair grown out a bit and she knew that made him feral.

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Harry feels his phone vibrate, pulls it out of his inner suit pocket, and swipes with confusion on his brow - eyes widen like a cartoon character as he looks down at the picture before clicking it off so no one else sees it.

His eyes find hers in mere seconds, when he moves to come to her, she shakes her head and tells him to keep talking to his friends.

Harry’s hand is squeezed tight around the whiskey glass, almost hard enough to crack it as he feels his phone vibrate again.

He has no idea what his colleagues are talking about, the room is fuzzy, and now all he can think about is that picture imprinted in his mind.

This time, he swipes the dimness on his phone until it’s dark and brings the phone closer to his face, it’s another picture.

Her index and middle finger spreading her open, a better view of the small vibrator working against her dewy puffy clit.

Again, he locks his phone and cracks his neck, acting like he’s engaged in the conversation but she can see the arousal creeping up his neck as he swallows hard.

It was just so easy to fuck with him.

When he gets distracted by a big wig coming by and clapping him on the shoulder, YN escapes to the bathroom and locks herself in the single stall.

She’s in a tight, slinky black dress - pulls down the top until her tits spill out and takes a selfie in the mirror - sending it her husband’s way before pulling her top back up.

She wanted to piss him off now.

A bit bummed when she doesn’t get a reply, she startles when there a loud banging on the door, “Open up, now.”

So. Fucking. Easy.

YN decides to play coy, innocent as she replies back, “Occupied!”

The knocks are hard, demanding, she can hear his rings cracking against the wood, “Open this fuckin’ door or I’ll make sure your mouth is occupied the second I see your lips.”

YN flips the lock and steps back, the door bursting open and Harry slamming it shut again, crowds her roughly against the countertop with a hard bite to her lower lips.

“You’re a god damn tease,” He accuses, giving her not time to even breathe before he’s claiming her mouth with a hand gripping the hinge of her jaw to keep her right where he wanted her.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” She manages flippantly through thorough kisses to rile him up even more, hand going to palm at the seam of his dress pants.

“You’re spoiled, I’ve spoiled y’too much,” Harry laughs gruffly, “Give you s’much attention that that minute I look away from you, you start sendin’ me pictures of y’cunt.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy them,” YN smirks, she’s trying to play it cool but watching her husband’s dark expression and rough movements is make her soaked.

She’s not sure how she landed someone so ducking hot, his sharp jaw clenched, green eyes dilated black, and just the way he loomed over like he was staring at a five course meal.

“Of course I enjoyed ‘em. Be a mad man not to enjoy pictures of m’wife’s pretty pussy,” He retorts, his thumb is pressing into her mouth while the other hand is undoing his belt and then zip, “Knees.”

A zip of electricity shoots through her spinal cord at his deep voice and as soon as she has knelt onto the cold tile - he leans down and carelessly tugs her top down until her tits spill out.

“You know what to do, c’mon. Know you know your way around this cock, mama,” Harry encourages, chin tucked against his chest as he stares down in pure rapt at his fucking gorgeous wife.

She doesn’t waste anytime, gripping his base and taking him into her open mouth with her teeth tucked and tongue licking the underside.

“Fuckin’ hell, doll,” Harry groans - he was being way too loud for the setting, anyway walking by outside could have heard and would have known from his distinguishable voice, “S’right, s’good. Know what belongs to you, hm?”

His rings clink against the stone countertop as he grips it for support, knees weak as she doesn’t shows any mercy - bobbing and slurping with barely any finesse, sloppy and carefree just how he liked.

YN was in a mood though.

She wanted to punish him for leaving her, for spending any time away, even if Harry was more loud about it - YN was just as possessive and needy as her counterpart.

And right when his massive hand reaches to weave into her hair, she pushes him back, and quickly stands, “I don’t think you deserve it. You left me for nearly a week.”

YN’s tone makes it sound like he’d gone off to war for a decade, she brushes past him and pulls up her top as he tries to process what’s going on in his horny stupor.

Right when she’s about to unlock the knob, his hand cups the back of her neck tightly and he’s like a predator, he moves quickly and body checks her again the door - front of her pressed tightly again the wood and cheek squished to the side.

“Yeah? I’ve been such a bad husband, huh?” He taunts, his voice becoming dominant and condescending- rare form for him and she’s dripping from it, “S’not like I’m working so that you can have whatever your spoiled arse wants?”

“You don’t spoil me,” YN lies, just to annoy him and she squeaks in surprise when he bites her shoulder as his hands hike her dress around her hips without an ounce of gentleness.

“Mmm. You begged for me to knock you up over and over again. Which out of the kindness of my heart, I gave you four kids,” Harry’s breathing is becoming deeper, heavier as he tightly massages her cheeks before landing a harsh smack.

“Not like you have everything you’ve ever wanted, anything you want - I’ve fucking bend over backwards to give you,” He grits out as he tugs the lace to the side, “All because you take my cock so well, couldn’t get rid of you. Right, mama?”

If it wasn’t so fucking hot, YN would be laughing hysterically because of the dialogue - it was obvious to everyone how bloody obsessed he was with her for a thousand reasons other than her body.

“Not gonna give it to you now, dickhead,” She grunts, when she struggles to try to push him back - he just presses even more of his warm weight on her.

That earns her three smacks.

The echo of skin hitting skin echoing through the small space followed by a throaty moan from YN.

It was insane how much they still wanted each other after all this time.

“Oh no?” Harry hums with a fake pout, tugging his briefs down again, his hand moving to stroke at his thick, long cock, “Too bad. Missed your pretty cunt. Dream about it when I’m away.”

It shouldn’t make her even wetter but it does, his voice is just so syrupy but yet rough, slow but precise as he thinks carefully about his next words.

“Harry,” YN moans breathily, hands flat against the cold door - she can hear the commotion outside of hundreds of people while she’s getting felt up and spanked by her husband.

He pulls at her hair, light pain prickling at her scalp as his lips brush her ears, “What? Now you want to give it to me? No surprise there. Been on by this cock constantly for the past ten years.”

“P-please,” She responds in frustration, pushing her sore bum back against him and hissing when he finally guides himself in - a welcoming twinge of stretching from a little bit without him.

And Harry can’t keep the ‘tough guy’ act on for very long, especially when his wife gets pliant and sweet for him - limbs becoming more malleable and lazy as she tilts her head back to rest on his shoulder.

“Okay, okay. Shush up now,” He murmurs, lips pressed to her temple as he starts a steady rhythm that’s harsh because they don’t have much time, “Let me enjoy this. Fuck, perfect pussy. Best one I’ve ever had.”

YN musters enough bite to hiss out when he presses her harder against the door, “Only one you’ve ever had, don’t forget that.”

“How could I?” He huffs out a laugh, a bit of sweat beading at his brow as he reaches around to thumb harshly at her clit, “Been obsessed with fucking you since the first time you let me.”

“Hurry up,” She moans impatiently, pushing back to met his thirsts, the sound of her bum hitting his pelvis resounding through the room.

Harry can’t help but deliver a few extra powerful stroke as punishment for her attitude but it does the opposite, he hits her spot every single time and it’s not long before she’s letting her forehead meet the wood of the door and letting out a high-pitched moan as she comes.

“There we go. You know s’all for me, yeah?” He coos, letting up on his rubs when she grasps his wrist and halts his movements, “Gonna let fill you up?”

Jesus. Harry was filthy tonight.

“Please,” YN begs pathetically as she drops her weight back on him, he moves to grip her hips and pounds in for another moment before letting out a entirely way too loud moan as he comes.

“Fuck, mama,” Harry groans with a exhausted chuckle, his hand massaging at the little plush of her belly as he catching his breath.

“Mm, this is why I’m not worried when those girls come up to you. Just as needy for me as the day that you first got to stick it in,” She giggles, allowing Harry to wipe her up with a damp paper towel, hand on his shoulder.

His face is pink, the rosiness of his cheeks and the curls slicked against his temple where a dead give away, not to mention how swollen and bright his lips were.

“Never get tired of you, sweet girl. Let’s get home, go see the babies and get a shower. I like when y’get a bit wild like this, give me some material for when I’m alone in the hotel rooms.”

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𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: pure intense fluff, kissing, cuddling, squeezing, handsy pouty bastard, insisting you’ve been neglecting him, his is dying and it’s all your fault, how dare you do this to him, he will hold you accountable for your heinous crimes by cuddling you, toji is going soft for you, established relationship

Standing in front of your vanity, slipping your earrings off, sticking them with the rest. Glancing into your vanity mirror when Toji emerges from the bathroom.

Arms crossed over his bare pecs sticking his bottom lip out in his adorable pout. It’s one of your favorite Toji expressions. He huffs, “Finally someone figures where they live.”

He unzips the back of your dress. “You weren’t here!” kissing your shoulder. Slipping it down your body, trailing gentle sloppy kisses down your back. “The house was so empty and cold, I was dying of loneliness little mama.”

Stepping out of your dress, he tossing it into the hamper beside the bedroom door. “Is it even a home without you there?” His warm fingers brushing against your back unclasping your bra, gliding the straps off your shoulders. His touch comforting.

You insist, “Without you this place is just some walls.” Grabbing his hands, kissing his warm palms. Glancing into the mirror, Toji “It’s also not my fault you showed up two days early. Couldn't rush a planned girl’s night for your needy ass.” Turning around sliding your hand over his thick pecs, broad shoulder and into his soft dark hair.

“Im only needy when it comes you to mama. You’re so cruel neglecting me.” Grabbing your ass, lifting you up. Wrapping your legs around his slim waist.

“We aren't leaving for the weekend. Tired of seeing everyone’s ugly ass faces and hearing their annoying ass voices.” He kisses the top of your head. “Just need to spend some time with you mama.” Wrapping his arms around your waist, squeezing your tightly.

Wheezing, “I'm all your’s Teddy Bear!” Your back pops several times. Gasping for sweet air when he loosens his gasp.

“Damn right you are.” Kissing along Toji’s jawline, softly biting his pouty bottom lip, melting into his gentle kiss.“It’s not fair mama I can't squeeze you like I want to.” Carrying you through the hallway, towards the living room. “Get good mama, lemme squeeze you tighter.”

“Nah Teddy Bear that’s a you problem.” Squeezing Toji’s slim waist with your legs, tightening your grasp around Toji’s neck. “I can hug you as tight as I want. Ha-ha-haha!” Ripping you off him and throwing you onto the sofa.

“Imma make it your problem little mama.” Carefully falling on top of you, pinning your body with his weight. Resting his head on your chest. “Hahah! Looks whose trapped now! I’m not letting you go anywhere beautiful.”

Pushing himself up, and leaning in for a kiss. “All mine.” Parting your lips, the gentle hunger of his passionate kiss replacing your need for air. Slipping your fingers through his soft dark hair.

When he pulls away, covering your face with kisses. You grin widelyz “I missed ya so much teddy bear, I’m all your’s for the rest of the week. I’ll make sure you get sick of me.” Giving your forehead another gentle kiss, squeezing your hips.

It’s comforting having his heavy weight pressing you into the bed. His large strong hands on your body making you feel so safe and protected. His gentle kisses and words ensuring you know how cherished you are.

His cheeks turn pink, spreading across the bridge of his nose, coloring the tips of his ears. “I can never get enough of you.” His eyes widen. “Listen to me, ya made me all mushy, gonna have to hold you responsible. Hmm how should I do that.”

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REIGN OF TERROR

chapter three

You were born for him, he just knows it and you’re the only one who can cure him.

Genre: Yandere!Vampire Jungkook x Reader - a 10 chapter series inspired by Tangled and Beauty and the Beast

Warnings: yandere behavior, suicidal attempts and talks, violence, eventual smut, death, reader is not mentally stable, slight cursing

Taglist: @silversparkles11 @mwitsmejk @outro-kook @bishuthot @kooliv @syunchl @lauritakamaki @ash07128 @darkuni63 @era-genius @doublebunv @etsuko-99 @bbl32 @hoseoks7sworld @sweetbtsfoever @bxbyyyjocelyn @crazy-eight17 @mageprincess7 @devilsbooksworld @breadgeniedope @cara-18 @yourtmblrgirlfriend @sleepy-time-dreamy @angelarin

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Jungkook is what many vampires call a tragic hero. His people admired him, they told their children engrossing stories about him. Despite that, they would never want to be him. Even in his own castle people didn't talk to him but Jungkook knew they respected him.

His circle of friends is very small. Taehyung has always been a friend to Jungkook. As they grew up together he watched Jungkook get everything he want. He was a spoiled child.

However, when he didn't get what he want.

It was really bad.

"I have good news and bad news. As always, I will say the bad news first to get it out the way." Taehyung announced to his friend. Taehyung closed his eyes as he sighed, embracing herself for his reaction. "Namjoon is marrying Y/N." He revealed.

Taehyung was surprised as Jungkook stared at him. He didn't move a muscle, it was as if time froze. Suddenly, he went into fits of laughter. He held his stomach to control his amused sounds.

The laughs started to slow down as he begin throwing any object nearby him. "Tell me this is a joke Taehyung!" He demanded.

"It's no joke. My inside man is trustworthy. He tells me he doesn't love her but plans to marry her." Taehyung explained.

"Of course he doesn't! He's doing it to spite me. First, he kills my innocent mother and it destroys me. Now he wants to take the only thing that can heal me. My Y/N." He screams throwing things again. Taehyung held his hand back to stop the younger boy.

"If he dares to touch her, or even look at her i will kill him. She's mine. We need to kill him now." He threatened.

" We must play this smart Jungkook. You can't just impulsively kill anymore. It's time to be an intelligent king not a mighty one." Taehyung adviced but Jungkook was not listening.

"I'm no peacemaker Taehyung!"

"Namjoon has made his grave, don't you make yours. Are you forgetting Namjoon had to go to a witch because he couldn't defeat you? He broke the rules, but we're going to play by them. Right now, he thinks you're arrogant and impulsive, that you're going to sickly storm into the castle right now to kill him."

"We're going to play it smart. He doesn't know we have an inside man. Meaning we can stop this wedding by getting the weapon of this war, Y/N. Then you will be strong enough to kill him." He continued. At first Jungkook did not want to hear his words until he heard your name.

He has long awaited to be with you, to meet you, to spoil you and to drink your blood. "I get it, he probably have all his guards waiting outside the facility. Meaning no guards will be surrounding her." Jungkook said smiling at the thought. He was closer than ever to getting his life back.

"And now for the good news, it seems your fascination has sent a letter to you." Taehyung announced as he handed the letter to a happy Jungkook.

You wrote back.

Jungkook wasn't like you, he didn't quickly tear open the letter. He first smelled it, wanting to save your scent in his mind. He observed how the letter was perfectly sealed, it said a lot about you. You were a perfectionist or perhaps you were trying to impress him.

He carefully unseals the envelope and took out the piece of paper. The paper had the government's symbol transparent in the back. It pisses him off that you had to be using his enemy's paper. That the man he hated the most was providing for you.

He noticed that the letter didn't have a greeting. It didn't say Dear to anyone. Meaning it was a secret letter. The thought of him being your secret made him proud.

He dragged his hand over the perfect handwriting you wrote that almost looked like print. Did you spend this must time on detail for him?

Your words are comforting. The past years has been difficult to bear, but yet this letter makes me blithe.

I don't know what type of person you really are but you've shown kindness to me. I know I can trust you.

The vampires, you must be a hero to them. I've only heard stories of heroes but none have ever came to rescue me.

Perhaps it is underserving and beneath me to ask you such questions but could you write more letters, or even send pictures of the outside world?

My apologies for inconveniencing your time but thank you again for blessing mines.

Was this really Y/N? She spoke as if she was one of his handmaiden, as if she was insignificant. She would only speak that way if she was being treated that way.

It only encouraged him to fulfill his plan of taking you back. How could you think you were an inconvenience of his time when you were his favorite thing to think about?

However, the truth was Jungkook was no hero. There was no heroes or benevolent people, just sides. Yet, already you were relying on him as if he was one.

It was exactly what he wanted, and now it will be easier to take what he wants.

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Miriam diligently typed out her speech for the upcoming days. It all depended on her careful and provocative words if she would be the next Chancellor.

Jimin smiled at her. He loved how dedicated she was, it was one of the many reasons he fell for her.

"Your staring is distracting." Miriam murmured as she typed.

"I can't help to stare at a woman as beautiful as you." He complimented. Miriam glanced over to Jimin, he was being extra clingy today.

His face was fill of worry. "Are you alright honey?" She asked in concern.

Jimin shook his head as he sighed. He held her hand as he spoke, "Miriam, alot is going to happen today. I've been order to do something and it might break my cover."

"What's going on?" She asked.

"Y/N has been selected for marriage with Chancellor Namjoon. Of course, you know what I have to do." Jimin revealed. Miriam stood up from her seat in shock.

"He's marrying her?! It's not possible the girl consented to this. She's younger and has been incarcerated her whole life! He's taking advantage of her!" She said in anger.

"I know babe, calm down. I won't let the wedding happen but this information can help you. Expose the Chancellor in your speech." He urged her but she looked conflicted.

"Would people believe me? I don't know Jimin."

"Yes they will. Tell everyone she escaped because she was forced in an arranged marriage. The Chancellor took advantage of a young woman. Both sides will be mad. He could never win after it's revealed." Miriam nodded her head in agreement.

"If we don't see each other again-" Miriam started.

"We will. I'll try my best not to blow my cover." He said before kissing her on the lips.

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Scarlett scoffed as she walked towards the room Y/N was contained in. The wedding was being held privately tomorrow, but Namjoon has not yet spoken to Y/N. He was guilt-ridden over his plan and couldn't bare to look at the girl's eyes.

The things Scarlett would do for love. It should be her who should marry him.

Y/N was now saturated with feelings of determination. For once, she felt like someone was on her side. She wasn't going to let anyone control her any longer.

She let out painful moans as Scarlett entered the room. The small room was a mess, tissues everywhere and the tiny bed sheets were on the floor.

"Have mercy!" Scarlett shrieked as she looked at the mess. She looked at Y/N who has her hands around her stomach. She smelt a unique smell, like blood but different. It was then that Scarlett noticed the golden blood on her sheets and clothes.

"Why are you bleeding child?" She asked in disgust. Y/N looked down as she held her pelvis.

Scarlett catch on about the cause of her sickness. It was then that Y/N ran into the bathroom throwing up. Scarlett followed her in the bathroom to help her.

"You poor child. You should be lucky I'm the only vampire here. Teenage human girls use to be dead in seconds this time of the month." She told Y/N.

"May I bathe and have toiletries please?" Y/N politely asked.

"Of course sweetheart. I will bring them to you." She said giving her a small smile as she left the room. Y/N listened carefully as she heard Scarlett lock the door. One door.

She tip toed to the bathroom door handle and attempted to turn it but it was locked. It was exactly what she wanted.

She knew it would be unlikely Scarlett would lock both doors. The bathroom door was wooden, it didn't matter to Y/N if it was unlock or not. Y/N closed her eyes preparing for the pain as she punched through the wooden door. Her hand started to bruise and bleed but she kept on going until she could finally feel the air of the other room. She bent her hand as she turned the knob from the other side, opening the door.

As for the other door it was open. Now this was the hard part. Escaping with blood all over her clothes. She held her head down as she walked through the empty hallways. She was expecting guards, where was they?

The harder part was finding how to get out the place. She saw an elevator and a stairs. She's seen movies where people always get noticed in the elevators. It was better to take the stairs. She swiftly ran down the stairs with her head down.

A sign was on the wall, she was on the 6th floor. She couldn't just try to walk out the first floor.

How would this work? She's never been outside and she had no idea where to go.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she ran into someone's chest.

“Y/N, what are you doing out here?" Jimin whispered.

Y/N's eyes widen in shock. Jimin was a politician she was definitely caught now. "Y-You're bleeding." Jimin stuttered as he looked down at her.

"They let me out to walk around the building." She lied.

Jimin looked foward as he heard footsteps approaching. Footsteps a nervous Y/N didn't even notice.

"Remember you can trust me." Jimin whispered in her ear before he took her hands and wrapped it around her back.

"You think you can escape and ruin this earth?"!" He said in a much louder tone causing the footsteps to fasten.

"There she is. Y/N how stupid are you running away. Every human knows your face and the vampires will rip you to shred. You're safer with us." Scarlett scolded as she walked towards her.

A loud echo filled the room when Scarlett slapped Y/N. She was used to getting slapped as a punishment but not from a vampire. It hurt.

"How dare you touch me?" Y/N hissed at her causing Jimin to hold her hands tighter.

"How dare you run away, you should be lucky to marry the Chancellor." She defended.

Y/N's jaw clench as she tilt her head to the side. "When I do successfully escape, you will be the first one I kill." She threatened with a straight face.

Scarlett paid no attention to her threats as he tried to grab her from Jimin. "I have it from here Mr. Park." She insisted.

Jimin pulled Y/N back. "For you can lose her again? I won't allow the child of death to roam our halls or streets." Jimin argued.

Scarlett looked at the two of them. Jimin hated any creature that wasn't human, he would make sure she wouldn't escape. Besides, she didn't want to be responsible for her. She did sympathize for the girl but she also hated her.

She walked away from the two of them as Jimin awkwardly still held her hands behind her back. Y/N was confused about his loyalties. Did he really like her or was he just pretending?

Jimin started dragging her towards a room on the lower floor. He quickly shut the door letting her hands go. Jimin shuffled around the drawers.

Y/N looked around at the room. It looked like it belong to a girl. It couldn't of belong to Jimin.

He hands her a hoodie and sweatpants. "Change." He told her in a hurried voice.

She listened as she undressed in front of him causing Jimin to close his eyes.

"Is something wrong with your eyes?" She innocently asked.

"Just hurry up Y/N."

She finally finished getting dressed. She looked at Jimin with confused eyes. "Jimin, I don't know what entente you're with but I refuse to be a prisoner any longer." She said standing her ground.

Jimin slowly walked over to her. "I just want to do my job Y/N. You understand that right?" He asked.

"What exactly is your job? Who do your loyalties lie with? I know what you are, I felt it everytime you've touched me. Your allegiance isn't with the man you claim."

Jimin didn't say anything, shocked at her discovery, but none of that mattered right now.

He held his arms out towards her. It took Y/N a while to recognize he wanted to hug her. She wrapped her arms around him in an awkward hug. "You will finally be free." He murmured in her ear as he poked a needle in her neck.

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Y/N's head turn unconsciously as she felt hot breath on her face. She felt a comforting hand stroking her hair. Her back felt like it was laying on clouds. Was she dreaming, everything felt peaceful?

She slowly opened her eyes to see a unfamiliar face that was staring at her in awe. The man had black hair with pretty, but tired brown eyes. His face was peculiarly pale but yet he was still beautiful. Who was he?

The man stroked her cheeks in admiration as he stared in her eyes. "So perfect." He mumbled.

Y/N could see from her peripheral vision that she was not in a room she was familar with. That alone brought her comfort. Did she finally escape?

"Who are you? Are you my savior?"

He smiled at her causing her to sit up but he lightly pushed her back down. "Shhh, angel. Slow down. You're probably weak right now but you're finally safe with me." He comforted her.

She ignored him and sat up again as she looked around the room. "I'm ok." She noticed the room was luxurious, filled with gold items. Items that a regular man wouldn't possess, nor would a government facility have such decor.

"You're King Jungkook." She stated more than ask causing a huge smile upon her lips.

"And you're finally mine." Jungkook was still in awe of her beauty, of her perfection. She was just as he imagined. Her soft but sweet voice, that was like music to his ears.

What made him feral was her strong, saccharine smell. Her blood was like anything he ever smelt before and each second he was growing in desire. The only thing that was controlling him from drinking her right now was her gorgeous face.

"You saved me, I can't believe this. Am I worth something to you?" She asked. Y/N couldn't believe that Jungkook was even real. That the letter he wrote was words of truth.

"Everything."

For the first time tears of joy ran on her face. Somebody cared for her, enough to save her.

"No, no baby. Don't cry. You're mine now nobody can ever hurt you again. You owe me." He rambled cuffing her face with his hands.

"Who knows what those awful people done to you over those 20 years. No one ever tried to help you, they looked at you as a caged animal. Can't you see I'm the only one who loves you. I've done so much to get you here." He explained to her.

Her eyes were full of guilt. The King did all this for her, she felt underserving. "I'll do anything to return your kindness.” She pleaded.

"Oh I know you will. Say it." He whispered. at her like a mad man.

"Say what? I'm sorry I don't understand." She said embarrassed.

"Say that you owe me, that you'll obey me. That you're mines." He babbled.

"I owe you , I obey you, I'm yours." She repeated.

He grinned as he held her chin up. "Good girl."

She stared at him as if she was looking at a god.

The truth was that all it took was one good deed towards a broken girl like her, and she will see you as a god, as trustworthy.

Jungkook time as king was over but he already had reign over her mind.

She wanted to show some type of affection toward him., so she asked to do the only one she was familiar with. "Can I hug you please?" She innocently asked.

"Of course you can sweetheart." He smiled as she jumped towards him wrapping her small arms around his neck.

Jungkook tightened the hug almost too much for her small bones. He rested his head on her shoulder as he smelled her neck.

"I saved you now I'll take my reward." He said as his fangs punctured her neck. Y/N gasped in pain while he let out series of moans. With every second he felt himself getting more stronger.

He finally got everything he wanted.

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The doors bursted open in the throne room causing heads to turn as a confident Jungkook interrupted them.

Jin looked at him in confusion. "Brother why have you interfered with this meeting?"

"To retrieve my right as King." Jungkook answered with a confident smile.

Jin noticed his changed behavior and stood up. He walked closer to Jungkook and noticed his glowy skin, his hair was now a livelier shade of brown. He looked even better than his old self, he looked alive. He looked almost human like. "You've been cured." Jin observed earning shocking gasps from the room.

"Yes, meaning the kingship should be returned to it's rightful ruler, me."

Jin laughed at him. "We didn't stop your rule because of your sickness, we stopped it because you are a terrible king that led our people to war."

"In 20 years of being king you've done nothing. Our people our paler than ever from low blood scarce. Our mother brought peace between humans and vampires, i brought vampire superiority but you've brought nothing." Jungkook insulted.

"Father tell him that I'm king!" Jin yelled at the older man.

Their father let out a disappointed sigh. "Jungkook you can't take the kingship." His father said making Jin laugh in Jungkook's face.

"You have to fight for it."

"There will be a battle between you, my sons, you will fight with swords for the crown."

•••••••••••••chapter 04 •7/4/22••••••••••••

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OMG DEALERRRY ATE ILY PLS DO PART 2 IF U CAN.

My idea is that Harry get jealous the reader is hanging out with Elliot Bc she’s besties with jules, rue and Elliot. But like also can u add smut ;)

MELODRAMA

euphoria au

dealer!harry x jacobs!reader

summary: harry gets jealous of elliot. y/n and harry run into cassie and nate.

a/n: rue is narrating in italics 

warnings: mentions of drugs and SMUT

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When I had introduced Elliot to Y/N I immediately noticed that he had gotten nervous. Somehow along the way he had developed a crush on the girl.

If Harry were to find out about Elliot’s secret crush on her he better run. Fast.

“What the hell is this?” Y/N mutters as she grabs the joint Jules was rolling which makes Elliot laugh really hard.

Can’t he be anymore fucking obvious.

Right as Y/N lights the joint that was in between Jules lips her phone starts to ring. Rue catches a glance at the phone and sees a photo of her boyfriend Harry.

When I first heard about the cheerleader and drug dealer dating I didn’t believe it. Until I saw them making out in an empty classroom during sophmore year.

My mind was fucking blown.

“I’ll be right back.” Y/N says getting off the bed as she blindly grabs her ringing phone.

Elliot watches the girl disappear into the bathroom as she begins talking to someone. He feels someone staring at him and when he turns his head he sees Rue giving him a look.

“What?” He whispers quietly not wanting to alert the blonde that was sat at the end of the bed.

Rue shrugs her shoulders before she stands up from the bed and stretches.

-

“Wait what?” Y/N furrows her brows confused.

“Faye got fucking caught up with the cops and now she’s staying with us.” Harry grunts over the phone sounding very angry.

“How long is she staying with you guys?” She asks as she leans against the bathroom counter.

“Hopefully not for long.” He groans which made her giggle. “Can I stay with you tonight?”

Y/N widens her eyes as she looks around her.

Earlier Y/N had told her boyfriend she was going straight home after cheer practice but Jules and I had dragged her to Eliot’s place.

“I’m not home I’m with Jules and Rue but you could pick me up?” Y/N responds rocking back and forth on her feet.

“Send me your pin.”

-

“Harry Elliot. Elliot Harry.” Y/N smiles introducing the two boys.

They were all standing around in Elliot’s front yard. Rue was sat on the steps smoking a joint as Jules was stood next to Y/N.

Elliot forced a smile as he holds out his hand for Harry to shake. He completely ignored the hand in front of him and instead pulled out a cigarette from the back pocket of his skinny jeans.

This is so fucking awkward. I wanna run away.

“So I think we’re gonna go. Thanks for today guys.” Y/N dismisses herself and her malicious boyfriend.

Jules and Rue say their goodbyes to the couple but before Elliot could say anything Harry wraps an arm around Y/N’s waist and drags her away. It was a dick move but he didn’t like Elliot. 

The three watch Harry and Y/N get into his white vintage Mercedes —. Soon they drive off which makes Elliot let out a sigh and Rue look at him.

I really hope it’s just a small crush.

-

“Y/N I’m telling you. He’s fucking in love with you.” Harry says as he holds the car door open for her.

They had just arrived to the Jacobs household which Y/N resented. Her brother Nate was an ass but he genuinely cared for her, same with her father. But she knew they both were very terrible people.

She also still didn’t know about her father and best friend Jules. 

“I’m telling you he sees me as a friend.” Y/N mutters handing her boyfriend her cheer bag to hold. He grabs her bag and doesn't respond just rolls his eyes as she opens the front door. “I saw that.”

“Sorry.” The drug dealer mumbles which made her laugh.

Y/N was about to respond to him but a blonde walking down the stairs caught her attention.

“Cassie?” Y/N questions which makes the girl widen her eyes. Nate who was behind her clenches his jaw as he makes eye contact with Harry.

“U—uh Y/N? What are you doing here?” Cassie smiles nervously trying not to freak out.

Y/N was very close to Maddy, more closer than Cassie was. Before her it was Y/N, Kat and Maddy twenty-four seven. I had even hung out with the three of them for a while in middle school.

“I live here?” Y/N responds furrowing her brows. Her boyfriend stayed silent and just stared at her brother. “Are you guys like—”

“No! Cassie just came to pick up some of Maddy’s stuff. Right Cass?” Nate speaks up pulling the blonde down the stairs. She stays silent as she looks horrified. “Right Cass?” He glares at her which makes her immediately start to nod.

“Y—yeah.”

Before Y/N could say anything else her brother drags Cassie out of the house.

-

The car ride with Cassie was hell. She was crying to Nate about how she was going to get caught. She knew Y/N was suspicious.

When the Jacobs son had arrived back home he decided he was going to talk to Y/N. But he stopped himself from knocking on her door after a few loud moans were heard.

He soon recognized the sounds were coming from Harry. 

You see Harry and Nate were very close but when he dropped out of football to sell drugs with Fezco, the Jacobs was deeply hurt. The hurt turned into anger when he started to date his little sister. 

With clenched fists Nate headed downstairs.

-

“God your so fucking beautiful.” Harry whispered into Y/N’s parted lips as she softly moans at his words. “I love you. I love you, so damn much.” His words make the girls face grow hot.

He loved the way she still blushed at his praises. It really showed how much she loved him.

“If you love me please fuck me. Now.”

Harry quickly connects their lips together as he lines himself up with her. As soon as he buries his cock into her she lets out multiple loud moans.

Before he begins to thrust he repositions his arms to be right next to his girlfriend's head giving him a full view of her flushed face.

Several curses come from Harry as he fucks in and out of Y/N.

He loved the way she felt. It was like heaven. 

“Fuck Harry!” Y/N cries out at a particularly hard thrust. Harry smirks cockily as he quickened his pace wanting to get more praises from his girlfriend. 

Y/N’s nails dig into Harry’s back as she wraps her legs around his waist trying to be more closer to him. He pants at the feeling of her hands trailing down his lower back to his ass.

A choked moan came from Harry as Y/N cups his ass bringing him closer to her. She was the only girl that could ever made him fall apart like this.

Harry collapses onto her digging his head in the crook of her neck. He soon begin to suck on her neck leaving red and pink splotches decorating the skin.

He loved giving her neck bruises. It showed everyone that she was his.

“H I’m going to—“ Y/N whimpered which made Harry shush her.

“Me too darling. I’m close.”

-

Nate had been in the kitchen when Harry walked in shirtless showcasing his tattoos. 

“You healed pretty quickly.” Harry smirks as he opens the fridge to get a water bottle. The Jacobs who was leaning his elbows on the counter rolled his eyes.

When Cal asked Y/N about the fights she lied and said she didn’t know what happened.

Obviously her father knew she was lying because when he had grilled Cassie about New Years night she said Fez and Harry were the ones that got into the fights with Nate and McKay.

It was silent for a moment until he spoke up.

“You still deal?” Nate questions sarcastically which makes Harry look unamused. “What? Don’t want the cops called on you guys again.” He smiles making his sister’s boyfriend clench his jaw.

“At least I’m not fucking my ex girlfriend’s best friend.” Harry swiftly replies which makes Nate walk over to him threateningly.

“You don’t know shit.” Nate glares at Harry who was shaking his head smirking. He definitely knew and that's what made Nate scared. 

But before Harry could respond Marsha walks in with a smile. 

“Hey boys finally getting along?” Nate’s mom jokes which makes Harry start to snigger.

“Oh yeah sure something like that.” Harry smiles smugly as he walks away.

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“Mama? Mama? Daddy?”

The whimpers are trailing through their large bedroom as Ezra pushes open the door gently to step in.

Harry groans quietly, knows it can’t be more than six in the morning as his youngest son crawls up onto the bed in between the two.

“Hey bub,” Harry rasps at a low volume, “Don’t wake mama, remember she’s sleepin’ f’her and the baby in her belly.”

Ezra frowns at his father, wriggling in frustration when his dad holds him on his side and prohibits him from going to his mom.

“Mama!” Their son squeaks in defiance, ignoring his father, and it has YN stirring from her deep sleep with a jolt.

“S’okay?” She mumbles at the sound of her son’s cries, eyes still not open because she’s as tired as death from have a baby two weeks away from the due date taking up all the room in her body.

“Go back to sleep,” He murmurs, leaning over to kiss her forehead before turning to his pissed off child and huffs, “As f’you, you’re going on the step because y’didn’t listen to y’daddy.”

Ezra looks at him in betrayal, green puppy eyes soften, and he lisps, “M’sorry daddy.”

“I know y’are, Ez. But you need t’listen ‘cause you woke y’mama like I asked you not to do,” Harry tells him as he scoops him up and pads out of the room.

It is just the start to a hectic day.

After the step, Harry manages to tucked Ezra back into bed as all the boys usually sleep until around eight-thirty and it was only six fifteen.

When he gets back in their room, YN is nowhere to be found but he hears the water running in the bathroom.

She’s in their shower, droplets of water slipping off her taut belly but what concerns her husband is that she’s sitting on the shower bench with head against the tile and hands cupping her stomach.

“Mama? Wha’s goin’ on, darlin’?” Harry asks, stripping down quickly and stepping in to squat down in front of his wife.

“Just a few contractions,” YN mumbles tiredly, wincing when it’s just a light, little butterfly of a cramp.

Harry’s stomach swoops, a cautious smiles gracing his face, “D’you…y’think the bubbie is on its way?”

YN sighs in pleasure when his hands massage at her thighs as she lets of a puff of air, “No, I’ve had these with all the boys - they’re not like real contractions.”

“I think y’should stay home tonight,” He tells him wife, ducking down to kiss over her thin, stretched skin where his baby is tucked away safely.

She frowns, hands coming to rest of his broad damp shoulders, “No, your mum is coming to watch them and I thought afterwards we were going to get a hotel room for the night.”

“I know that, baby. Y’think tha’ I would turn willingly turn down an opportunity to get y’alone for the night?” He chuckles but it dies off when she doesn’t laugh.

“We’re having our night out,” YN replies curtly, not leaving any room for argument.

But it’s Harry so, of course, he argues.

“Don’t be stubborn w’me,” Harry grits out, hands pausing on her skin, “I can ask m’mum to take the boys up to her house for the night so we can have a night in here.”

“Do you not listen?” YN bites back, eyes narrowing, “I said that I don’t want to move it and I still want to have a night out.”

Harry bristles with irritation, “And I said, it’s not a good idea because y’close to popping and y’have pain. A baseball game isn’t the best place f’you.”

With the lack of sleep from being pregnant, then her son waking her up, and adding the mini contractions - she really isn’t in the mood and is quite cranky.

“Just being I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I can’t make my own decision!” YN snaps angrily, pushing Harry’s hands off of her.

He stands up with a furrowed brow, tattoos shining as they get splashed with water, chest puffing out as he replies loudly.

“I get to make that choice too because it’s my baby in your belly!” Harry booms back, shaking his hair out like a wet dog.

“Get out,” His wife demands, pointing towards the glass door, trying to disguise a wince from a sharp stab of pain.

“Fine by me.”

With that, he’s wrapping a towel around his waist and storming out of the bathroom.

-

YN ends up getting her way, sitting in her normal seat by the third base line with a water and soft pretzel.

Harry made it clear that he wasn’t happy that she was there but didn’t want to make their fight any worse before he played.

One of the games during inning break was guess the sex where multiple teammates guessed what they were having.

It ends on Harry, the crowd goes wild as the interview asks, “Do you guys know what you’re having?”

Harry smiles to the camera, jaw clenching tightly as he chews his gum, “No, we decided to keep it a surprise.”

“Well you have three boys already, hoping for a girl or another boy?”

“We’ll be happy as long as they’re healthy,” Harry responds before the segment ends and the crowd coos.

YN, however, zoned out and couldn’t quite enjoy it because of how the contractions have picked up in severity.

It only took a few of them to realize that the baby was coming and coming soon.

But she’s stubborn, convinces herself that it isn’t happening quite yet, and just keeps her palm tightly against her taut belly.

By the fifth inning, YN can’t even focus on anything but breathing deep and Harry must notice because after the switch - he’s jogging over to her.

“Mama. Are you-“

“The baby’s coming, Harry,” YN gasps out, a light sheen of sweat decorating her forehead, “S’coming really fucking soon.”

Most baseball players would be torn.

He’s in the middle of a fantastic game where all eyes are proudly on him from the fans to his coaches.

Not Harry, he pecks his wife’s nose, and says, “Alright, let me tell coach.”

“But- you’re in a middle of a game -“

Harry shakes his head, “No, m’baby is about to be born. I’m not missing it for a fuckin’ baseball game.”

Then…this is a spectacle that makes the news outlets job easy for weeks.

A fight.

A nasty fight between the coach and their star player.

“Styles, you’re not leaving!” Coach Hammon demands as they stand in the dugout - nose to nose with inflated chests to show dominance.

Harry is much more intimidating.

“I’m not askin’, I’m tellin’ you m’leavin’,” He booms back, pulling off his guards and cup - throwing them to the bench.

“You have a game to finish!”

“Get the fuck outta my face,” Harry roars angrily, teammates holding him back as his coach nearly is spitting with fury.

“You’re going to get a major fucking fine for this, I’ll make sure of it!” Hammon threatens with a finger in his face.

“Make it a million! I’ll give y’to happily, fuckin’ prick,” He laughs, shaking off his teammates to run in the locker room to change back into his normal clothes and grab his phone.

Security had guided YN to the private entrance in the back of the stadium where Harry had his car parked and help her into the SUV.

“Oh mama,” Harry pouts, reaching over to get the belt over her belly before clicking it in place, “Y’so stubborn sometimes.”

YN begins to sniffle between the debilitating cramps , “I-I don’t have my hospital ba-bag and the kids aren’t set up for us to be gone. Harry, Ezra is going to be so anxious-“

Harry grips her hand in his empty one, “Breathe, sweetheart. M’mum can handle everything, y’know that. Just gotta focus on breathing.”

“Ooh-“ YN whines, spreading her legs to try to stay comfortable as her body wants to push the baby out before she’s ready, “Ohh, fuck. The—the baby is so being impatient.”

He laughs, heart pounding and his throat tight, “Fifteen minutes and we’re there.”

It was the hospital closer to their house, outside the city, and luckily, traffic wasn’t completely horrific like it normally was.

About ten minutes into the drive, YN is sweating so fiercely that she tugs off her hoodie so she’s just in her leggings and sports bra.

“H, hurry please,” She groans miserably, hips wriggling against the seat as she inhales and exhales sharply through her nose.

Harry’s trying to keep his eye on the road but can’t help but look at his wife too, his hand resting on her stomach.

“Y’got this, mama. C’mon, gonna give us a healthy little baby right? Perfect, doin’ perfect,” He praises, he’d already called the hospital to warn them of their arrival.

Then she gasps, looking down between her legs, and the heather grey of her leggings darkening, “My-my water j-just broke.”

“Five minutes, darling. Doin’ fuckin’ well, y’can squeeze my hand, c’mon now. S’just our little bubbie trying to come see us, gonna meet our baby today, huh?”

“What if it’s a girl?” YN can help but grin in between pants and heaves.

Harry was truthful when he said he didn’t care if it was a boy or a girl as long as they were healthy - he would be happy if he had a fourth boy.

But YN knew that he would be blown away if they had a little girl (like he truly wanted). He had however already convinced himself they were having another boy.

“S’a boy,” Harry replies with a roll of his eyes.

-

It doesn’t take long until she’s in a hospital gown, on the bed, and her hands behind her knees - holding her legs up as she pushes.

“Fuck, oh my god,” YN hisses, she was close to the baby being born that there wasn’t any time to administer her an epidural.

“Y’got it,” Harry encourages, one hand on her pulsing stomach and the other on her shoulder, “Mama, look at you - doing so so fucking well. C’mon give us another baby boy, right?”

YN can only nod tearfully, her hair was matted to her neck and forehead, droplets of sweat drizzling down her temple as she groaned and cursed.

“I can’t-, it’s too much,” YN cries at one point which makes Harry lean down to thumb away the exercition.

“Gave us three healthy babies this way, know y’can,” Harry promises, peppering kisses all over her face as she scrunches her face.

“Okay, we see the head and the baby has a just a little sprinkling of hair! Unlike your other ones!” The doctor laughs as they maneuver to pull out the baby.

He had also delivered the other three, whom all came out with thick brunette curls that were unmistakably their father’s.

“Mom! Give me a few more pushes and then we’re golden!”

YN bears down, eyes pinched shut, lips quivering, and veins sticking out on her neck as she pushes with all of her might.

“Here we go!”

A shrill, piercing cry erupts in the room as YN’s head falls back in exhaustion and she lets out a loud sob of relief.

“Congratulations on your new baby girl!” The doctor announces holding up the wriggling newborn who was indeed female.

Despite the exhaustion, YN knew she had to look at Harry who had frozen like a statue - his eyes wide in surprise and puffy lips parted.

“S’a girl?” He asks dumbly, even as he watches the nurses begin to clean up the baby, “I….S’a baby girl?”

A nurse chuckles, “Yes, Mr. Styles. A healthy little baby girl.”

And Harry just…he just looses it.

He’s sobbing with a hand over his mouth as he stares at his newborn daughter, “Oh my fuckin’ god. S’a little girl. We have a daughter, mama.”

YN is just as excited but she nods contently, Harry’s hand is combing through her hair and he leans down to nuzzle her cheek, whispering praises, “Did so good. Best mama out there. Gave us four babies. Y’bloody amazing.”

Then the baby is being laid on her bare chest and Harry is just bewildered, he expected another carbon copy of himself like with his boys but…

“Fuck,” He chuckles tearfully, scrubbing his cheeks with his hand, “She looks exactly like you. She’s fuckin’ breathe-taking, s’beautiful. Mama, look at ‘er, she’s absolutely perfect.”

The newborn is squeaking and rooting in their mother’s breast, already knowing what it’s looking for an instinct.

“Tha’s m’girl, already knows where the best place on this earth is,” Harry laughs boyishly, carefully running his fingers over smooth skin as YN can’t do anything but roll her eyes at him.

And he’s just…enamored.

Harry doesn’t take his eyes off of her for even a moment.

She is magnetic and Harry can’t pull as way as he continuously traces her small, familiar features that are all encompassing of her mother.

-

“Mu-Mum,” Harry sniffles when his mother picks up the phone, it’s late - nearly two in the morning and his wife and daughter were settled and both asleep.

“Oh dear, is everything going okay?” Anne asks nervously.

“Yeah, everything’s ama-amazing,” Harry tells her, voice cracking on amazing as he tries to keep himself quiet, “W-we had a little girl, mum. S-she’s s-so pretty and delicate and just…she-she’s perfect and healthy.”

Harry and Anne talk for a bit until their daughter starts wriggling with discomfort and they hang up for the night.

YN was out like a light, sleep had settled deep in her bones, and her body was completely worn down so nothing was waking her right now.

He tugs off his shirt, picks up his daughter from the bassinet, and tucks her against his bare chest so she’s cuddled right against his pec.

“Y’know I love y’so much already?” Harry whispers to the eight pound bundle in his arms, “Already obsessed w’you, just like I am with y’mama.”

He moves to the hospital recliner and kicks his feet up, “We wanted y’so so much. I knew I wanted babies w’your mama after the third date. Never loved someone like I love y’mama and y’big brothers.”

Briar let’s put a huff, blinking blearily at her father, and letting out at big yawn that has Harry giggling softly, “Look at you. Y’my lil’ mama, huh?”

-

The next morning, Harry had snuck out to get her a Starbucks and when he came back his wife was feeding their daughter.

“How are y’feelin’, mama?” Harry murmurs quietly, placing her cup down before cradling her cheek and kissing her a long moment.

“Sore, tired, happy,” She replies, they both just stare down at the suckling baby who isn’t having any issues with eating.

“I’m so pro-“

They’re cut off by a knock before the door cracks open, Anne appears with three little boys in tow who have wide curious eyes.

There is a echo of ‘daddy!’ and ‘mama!’ as they scamper in, Easton who is nearly seven is calmer than his brothers - simply trails over to his dad to stand cautiously next to him.

Cash and Ezra scuttle towards their mother and Harry had to stand up quickly and scoop both of them up before they can crawl on the bed.

They grumble as Harry rounds them up until they’re all looking at him, “We have to be careful with mama and the baby, okay? I need y’to say, ‘yes daddy’.”

All the boys agree, timidly walking over to the bedside, where YN greets them all with forehead kisses before rearranging their daughter for the boys to see.

“Meet your little sister, her name is Briar,” YN tells them with a smile as the squeaky baby blinks at her crowd of big brothers.

“S’my baby!” Ezra squeaks excitedly, making everyone laugh and Harry picks him up to prop him on his hip.

“Yeah, she’s gonna be your lil’ baby, huh?” Harry coos, heart bursting with an unexplainable amount of love in his heart.

They let all the boys up on the small hospital bed, surrounding the little bundle with intrigued - Easton seems the least excited until Harry guides his hand to his sister’s.

When Briar wraps her fingers around his thumb tightly, Easton looks up in excitement, “She likes me, Daddy!”

Cash hesitantly rubs his palm on her other hand and squawks out a giggle when she does the same to his hand, “Look mama!”

“She loves you lots already,” YN assures them, hand combing through his unruly curls that were getting a bit long.

Ezra, however, nuzzled deeply into his mother’s side with a sad whine, a little jealous as he stares conflicted at his sister.

“No, bad baby,” The two and a half year old frown before kicking his feet out a bit in frustration at the situation.

“Ezra, absolutely no kicking or I’m taking you off the bed,” Harry replies firmly with a raised eyebrow, “We’re nice to the baby, have t’take care of her, right?”

It only takes few minutes for Ezra to settle and begins to pepper kisses all over Briar’s head and offering her one of his dolls.

Harry had went from worrying about never finding someone he could click with, worrying he would end up alone to having an amazing wife and four children who love him so much.

He starts tearing up again and it startles Cash, is demanding to be picked up by his father, “Daddy! Why are y’crying?”

Harry makes eye contact with YN as he picks up his son and murmurs, “Daddy is just happy…really really happy.”

—

Harry Styles Seen Grabbing Coffee After Being Fined $125,000 for Leaving Mid-Game

It is alleged that allstar baseball player, Harry Styles, left mid-game from Yankee Stadium due to his wife going into labor.

It seems to be confirmed that their fourth child was born as Harry was spotted by paparazzi snagging a coffee right next to a hospital.

He looked exhausted and refused to answer any questions from the paps as they trailed him before he allegedly cursed them out before disappearing back into the hospital.

The only question he responded to was about his large fine from the night before and he simply responded (quite cockily), “Happy to pay it, doesn’t put a dent in my bank account.”

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What’s Mine

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Harry is a gentleman(wolf) before anything else when it comes to YN - he’s unfairly and utterly besotted by her.

Though he lusts after her, daydream about knotting her full, and making her come until she has fat tears streaming down her face - he only wants that on her terms.

Three times are fully ingrained in Harry’s long-term memory - when he’d seen her bare chest and had to do everything in his power not to get her by the neck and sink his teeth in.

The first time is when they’re around eighteen, they’re at a lake with a decent amount of their friends, and in a high intensity game of chicken.

YN, of course, on Harry’s shoulders as they fight against Liam with Jenna on his - it’s all going fine until the opponent manages to shove YN (a bit too hard if we’re being honest) off and YN loses her balance.

As YN’s falling off, she realizes that her bikini top is not coming with her as it’s accidentally tangled between Jenna’s fingers.

When she resurfaces, she’s instantly panicking and Harry’s turned around to make sure she’s okay when his eyes drop to her chest for only a mere moment.

Without another thought, he tugs YN in him so her breasts are smushed against his chest - covering her modesty from a gaggle of people staring.

It’s an instant reaction from Harry to preserve her body from anyone but him - he won’t think about it until later when he’s alone, her pretty nipples, how her chest felt against him.

In the moment though, it wasn’t sexual, especially not when Harry lets out the most ear-shattering growl to alert his pack to back the fuck off, teeth bared and his shoulders postured in defensive.

All of his inferiors drop their gaze towards the water and back up to put space between the alpha and them before he goes for any of their necks.

His large hand snatches the scrap of nylon material from where it’s floating and quickly tugs it around her to cover her up once again.

“This is why you shouldn’t fuckin’ wear these,” He grumbled unhappily as he ties the flimsy strings around her neck, “Bloody indecent.”

YN has to push down a smile but it’s quickly interrupted by a sharp gasp when Harry lugs her over his shoulder and begins towards land, “S’time for a nap in the shade.”

She doesn’t bother fighting or squirming against him because she knows he’s upset - not at her but that possessive flares up and he has trouble controlling it.

They’d laid a blanket under a large oak, Harry deposits her on it before snagging his tee off the ground - doesn’t give YN an option when he shimmies over her head.

Harry’s radiating power and intimidation in his scent and stance as he sits down next to her, tucking up a towel to make a pillow for her to rest her head.

YN reaches out to tug Harry down, her hands weaving through his long locks to comb out the water-damp knots as he grumbles low in his chest in pleasure.

The possessiveness has been there since they were babies, it wasn’t something that YN was surprised by, and the pack knew Harry’s priorities when it came to his girl.

It doesn’t mean she doesn’t comment on it.

“Get so worked up, over anyone catching an eyeful,” YN murmurs quietly, the sun was still warm through the branches - drying her skin and making her the perfect temperature.

Harry’s eyes are stormy, notoriously the most grumpy alpha to exists, YN loves him deeply for it and is really the only person on earth who doesn’t fear him for it.

“Be quiet, mutt,” Harry rasps sharply but he nuzzles into to lay his scent all over the column of her neck and then murmurs, “Your body is sacred. It is not for anyone undeserving of seeing it. It’s in my blood to protect you.”

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The next is when she’s tipsy, drank one too many long islands at a girls night out, and called Harry to come retrieve her from the bar.

The other girls waiting for rides, betas and omegas, step back in uncertainty when Harry parks at the curb and approaches with a stoic expression.

It was forgetting upon really anybody but YN that he was the Styles’ Pack’s Alpha. Royalty among them.

“H,” YN hums happily, she’d taken off her high heels, and had them looped around her wrist.

He isn’t pleased, that much is obvious as he lets out a low snarl at her but she doesn’t flinch, trots to the car and lets him help her in.

The others don’t miss how he ducks down, whispers something to her, and runs his thumb over her bottom lip before shutting the door.

He doesn’t give a second glance to the group before revving his engine and peeling away from the curb of the club.

When they get back to Harry’s home, he refuses to let her into bed without a shower - she reeked off others and cigarette smoke, her warm cinnamon scent nearly undetectable.

Harry waits patiently for her and as soon as she craw into bed in one of his shirts, he’s all over her - leaving his scent on every nook of her as she grumbles noncommittally about it.

“Hush up,” Harry gruffs against her skin, teeth occasionally nipping at tender areas of her neck and collarbones,“Maybe if you didn’t go out and lose my scent than we wouldn’t have to do this. Been good for your alpha.”

It has to be overstepping some line, but he’s referred to himself as her alpha since they were young, and YN couldn’t deny the shockwaves it sent down her spine.

“You’re being mean,” YN whines as she tilts her head up for him to have more space, his large hands at her hips, and she knows what the whine does to him.

“Enough,” Harry grunts abruptly, pulling back when he’s satisfied with his handiwork, “It’s time for you to get some sleep, mutt.”

“Do you love me?” She asks sleepily, flipping her hair to pull it into a sloppy bun so it doesn’t stick to her neck when she falls asleep.

“Don’t ask me stupid fucking questions,” He replies unamused as he knocks her hand away and pulls her hair up into a neater bun for her.

“Mm,” YN smiles at how edgy he is, somethings never change, and she’s shrugging out of Harry’s shirt without a second though.

Harry’s eyes widen substantially in confusion when her breasts are bared and a frustrated snarl vibrates low in his chest before she can even blink - she ignores it though.

Flips on her side away from him and demands, “Scratch my back, please. S’gonna help me fall asleep, pup.”

He has to take a few very deep breathes to calm his inner wolf, shouting at him to mate her, claim her, anything.

Harry lays days begrudgingly, his hand finding her back to begin scratching her back because she’s a needy puppy.

He wishes he could control the vibrato purr he emits to soothe her even more so, a sound explicitly saved for a mate but here they were.

After about five minutes, her breathing starts to even out, and he moves to grab her shirt but she lets out a affronted whimper, in a drowsy tone, “Keep scratching! M’not asleep yet. Don’t cheap out now.”

He growls meaninglessnessly at her because it doesn’t send one spike of fear through her for making demands at the most powerful alpha in their land.

“You shouldn’t make demands of an alpha,” Harry rasps menacingly as his nails begin to lightly scrape at the skin of her back, “You’re going to end up hurt.”

“You’d never hurt me,” YN replies sleepily but with a conviction that holds no room for argument, “I’ve seen you paint your hands with the blood of enemies and right after respond affectionately when I demand a cuddle.”

“Liar,” Harry can’t help but detest, even though they both know she isn’t lying, he still punishes her with a sharp nip to the back of her neck.

And when YN finally falls asleep, Harry thinks she holds out longer than usual just to keep getting her back scratched - Harry manages to tug the shirt back over her head, avoiding the temptation to look at where he most desired.

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The third time, well it’s only a few weeks before they get together finally - whilst YN is still with that asshat of a boyfriend.

Harry had forgotten his wallet on her dresser the day prior, he had been busy with meetings all day, and he figured he’d swing by to grab it.

He lets himself into the apartment where he hears, no even moments later, the sweetest mewl of pleasure and he knows exactly who made that sound.

Harry doesn’t detect that anyone else is in the apartment but he also is in a bit of a haze because her honeyed arousal is drenching in and make him a bit stupid.

He doesn’t even know why he doesn’t make himself known or just fucking leave - the possessive quell in his throat has to make sure there isn’t someone in bed with her.

The door opens softly to YN, splayed out on her bed with a hand between her pretty, thick thighs, the other tweaking one of her perfectly beaded nipples, and the most astounding thing was that her nose was buried in one of Harry’s shirts.

To clarify, a shirt he’d worn the day before that he’s accidentally left in his hurry to get to work and had surely been soaked in his scent that she was currently using.

YN looks up at him with surprised eyes but not necessarily alarmed or scared - not enough for her to pull her hand away but instead huff out, “M’close.”

Like she couldn’t stop. He’d have to wait.

“Mutt, I-“ Harry growls, he shakes his head and shuts the door, stalking back to wait in the living room because he was using his last ounce of restraint not to claim her right then and there.

He has to press on his crotch to will his hardening cock to cut it the fuck out, knot threatening to begin to bulge at the mere scent of his mate - his friend.

YN appears mere minutes after, eyes still doe-like and wet, lips pumped up and swollen - that same fucking tee shirt that she had her nose buried in now draped on her body.

Harry should bite his tongue but he doesn’t.

“Peter really that shit in bed, pup? Just even a shirt with my scent on it is enough to have your cunt soaked and needy? Am I that good, pet?” Harry smirks with his teeth bared, his tongue tracing over his bottom lip as she instantly clenches her jaw at his comment.

“Fuck off,” YN grumbles mullishly, her cheeks warm with embarrassment, heart rate pumping a little faster but she still trots over to Harry and plops in his lap.

“No need to be embarrassed,” The wolf titters because he can read YN like an open book, “I want to be the only one who makes your pretty little nipples tight, have your clit throbbing for me. I fucking thrive on it.”

There isn’t any tension in the air, they know they’re meant for each other, she takes Harry’s large hand in her smaller one and toys with his fingers.

“I haven’t slept with Peter,” YN admits under her breath because she knows he’ll stick pick up on it with his advanced hearing.

“That’s my good girl,” Harry praises, a deep purr automatically starting as he begins to nuzzle his nose into her to lay down his scent.

It shouldn’t be like this but in moments like this, they both know it’s just a matter of time.

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Our little love part 2 - mafia/yandere au Drabble {angst + fluff}

As always please let me know what you think, I am actually going to go to bed now my brain is angry with me for not sleeping.

It seemed the cycle was never ending, you fucking up and pissing them off, them punishing you by drowning you in their love, only letting you come up to breathe so you could swim in your own guilt and submit to them.

You wince as the victim to your latest fuck up gets another blow to his chest. Taehyung and Hobi held onto his arms as Jungkook and Jimin kick and punch the poor individual. You know not to speak, it’ll only make things worse. Temperament was a fickle thing in their lives, trust was everything, and you still had to build yours up again.

“Y/n help please,” Kai whimpers as you stood with your arms crossed looking away.

“Don’t fucking say her name,” Jungkook growled before punching your ex colleague in the face. You’re frowning, the need to beg them to stop was fighting for exit on the top of your tongue, but you bite it down and pray Kai doesn’t say another word. You know if you do as he asks they’d kill him. Your punishment was to watch silently.

Yoongi strolls up behind you, hands in his pockets before he rests his head on your shoulder, watching the display in front of you both.

“Nothing to say little love?” He whispers as your friend groans out in pain.

Please don’t kill him, you want to say, but you just shake your head in defeat. You want to believe they’re better than this, but the evidence of the contrary was never hidden from you. They showed you every side of them whether proud of it or not with bold eyes daring you to stop loving them, pushing your boundaries and morals waiting for you to snap. But the breaking point never came, you loved them, you shouldn’t and you knew it, but you did. You were completely and utterly theirs, yet still they treated you like you hadn’t seen the worst of them. Like you would run away the second you realised they were monsters, not that they would let you run far, only far enough to let you take a single breath before making you drown in them once again.

Yoongi wraps his arms around your waist, keeping an eye on your reactions. The asshole deserved it, not that they cared either way, he tried to take you away from them, that was enough.

Kai was your old partner before you took a very early retirement, what you didn’t know was that he continued the case you were working on before you left; the case of the seven men you now loved and the reason you quit said job. He had called you to meet up for old times sake and you, very naively in Yoongi’s mind, decided it was harmless. But if it was harmless why didn’t you say anything to the boys? You thought Kai didn’t know the reason you handed in your resignation, but he had been keeping an eye on you all before he realised you were the key to their downfall. He knew you harboured some feeling for him in the past and thought you’d reciprocate when he tried to flirt his way into getting his hands on the evidence you collected, he didnt know you burned it all. You lied to him and said you lost it, same difference anyway. This prompted plan b from him.

“Y/n they’re criminals,” he had said to you. “You’re a cop at heart you can’t love them.”

You floundered at his words when you realised he knew, and yet he still asked you to betray them.

“Kai I think I need to go...”

It was a mistake, you knew it then, but he followed you out onto the street and you hoped tonight the men you loved weren’t keeping an eye on you. Maybe naive was an understatement.

“Are they coercing you Y/n! Do they have something on you or are they threatening you?” He calls after you. “Because the Y/n I know would never love killers, what have they done to you?”

It was when he reached his hand out to grab your arm that your boyfriends decided to show themselves from the shadows. Which lead to the situation now, Kai beat up and bruised beyond recognition, and you forced to watch. He falls unconscious and they let him drop to the floor, you hate this side of them, it was cruel and cold but you’d never leave. They turn to face you now, their anger still present despite the last hour of releasing it onto your old partner. They don’t miss the way you’re shaking, the shallow breaths as you try and keep your tears to yourself. As much as you hate their violence, you hate their disappointment in you more.

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You’re sitting in Joonie’s lap for what you call the debriefing of your punishment, this happened way too often in your opinion. You look down but he wasn’t having it today, tilting your head to look at him by your chin.

“Why did you get punished today little love?” He starts the same way as usual.

“I went out without telling you guys where I was going or who with,” you say while fiddling with your fingers out of nervous habit.

“And?” Hobi sits across from you in a chair, legs straddling the back and an elbow rested on top with his fist holding up his face. Hobi was hardest to pacify, he was ruthless and unforgiving and while that didn’t extend to you, you still had a hard time with his stubborn anger.

“I met up with Kai, and I let him touch me,” you’ve done this too many times before to not know how it worked. Kai’s ‘touch’ obviously meant nothing to you but for them it was the worst crime anyone could commit against their little love.

You remember the time you nearly tripped in the park and a guy steadied you politely, but you still had to hold Jungkook back from throwing hands.

“Kookie would you rather I fell and hurt myself?” No he hadn’t wanted that so he grumbled in agreement still seething but you cooled it down. “Instead of hitting him maybe you should thank him,” it was a joke but it made the youngest scoff.

“Baby girl why can’t you just be good?” Namjoon’s sigh brings you back to the present. “Why do you always have to test us like this?”

You didn’t mean to, you want to say it but the words are stuck below the sob in your throat. You actually whimper as his tone, bottom lip wobbling pathetically. He hadn’t even told you off properly, but you already felt like a mess as he bathed you in his disappointment. That was the common consequence of your actions and you hated it, you couldn’t do anything right.

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“Jin do you need help with the food?” You ask your eldest boyfriend politely, he was frowning and you thought it was because today’s meal was too much for him to handle alone, his tone of voice made you realise it was because of you.

“No, I’m alright,” he doesn’t look at you as he speaks and you’re left gaping at him like a fish. Jin loved it when you cooked with him, it was your bonding time without the others, although Yoongi would join you from time to time. The others also tried but Jin wouldn’t let them anywhere near the kitchen, they hogged you enough anyway.

You feel your soul deflate, still standing there as he ignored you.

“Are you mad at me too?”

The way you said it made his heart twinge with guilt, but the others were right you wouldn’t learn and your first betrayal was still fresh on their minds. He sighs and you turn away, refusing to crying in front of them for the tenth time that day. What was wrong with you? Ever since that day where they found out who you really were you felt like you werent enough anymore, you tried so hard to make up for it all but you kept messing up. You weren’t like this before, but after seeing the hurt you put them through you were constantly on edge and second guessing yourself. You wish you could go back and stop them from ever finding out.

Jin hears the sniffle as you walk away and he can’t go through with it.

“Wait little love,” he calls for you. “I forgot to cut the onions, would you mind?”

You shake your head, you didn’t mind, but you didn’t trust your voice to answer for you. Youre grateful to Jin for giving you this task, it hides the fact you’re crying, but you know he doesn’t miss it.

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Jimin and Taehyung were giving you narrowed stern gazes through dinner, it put you off your food which resulted in getting told off by Jin just after he branched out to you in the kitchen.

You felt alone, like the seven men you loved were against you and there was no one to blame but yourself.

“I’m sorry,” you say quietly before getting up and removing yourself from the dinner table and dining room, ignoring all of their stares. You decide maybe an early night is best, you could start again fresh tomorrow. You don’t get too far up the stairs before a hand pulls you back, you turn to see Jimin with Tae a few steps behind him.

You’re so used to seeing them laugh and play around that it feels like you’re looking at different people. Even during missions or gun fights, the youngest three were always joking their way through the bloodshed, keeping scores of who got the most headshots and other grotesque games. You remember the time Jimin and Tae called you during he middle of a shoot out, arguing with you and each other over who you loved more out of the two while you begged them to not get shot or killed.

“Why did you go see him Y/n?” Jimin asked, he wore the demeanour he used for enemies and it takes you back to that night.

“I... h-he said he wanted to see me to catch up,” you explain but you know it’ll fall on deaf ears.

“And you thought that was a good idea, to see your old cop buddy?” His tone makes you feel stupid, you weren’t stupid.

“He was my friend Jimin,” you say in disbelief, you know in the end it was a mistake but at the time it didn’t seem like the worst idea in the world.

“You’re ours,” Taehyung moved forward, towering over you even though he’s a step below you. His face is close to your own, eyes burning into yours as he looks disgusted at the words that left your mouth as if they’re still attached to you. “How do you think we felt when you went to see another detective? Do you have any idea what was going through our heads?”

“Tae I love you,” you lean away from him, searching his face for a hint of softness and love in his gaze, but there was only fire. “You know I wouldn’t, you all know I wouldn’t, I left that life for you why would I turn back to it?”

He stalks away from you without a word, Jimin close behind, giving you a final cold glance before leaving you alone. You thought your love could make them better but if anything you made their darkness worse.

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Jungkook needed to vent, the only way he knew how was physically. Obviously it wasn’t the cleverest thing he’s done, taking rounds with the punching bag only to open up the cuts on his hand from beating the bastard earlier. He mutters a few curse words under his breath, why did you make matters worse? Maybe they were being harsh on you before today, finding any excuse to punish you a little, test your boundaries and see if you would run, but today they honestly feared that was what happened. They thought you chose to leave them and go back to the life you had before them, but they’d never let you go, they couldn’t let you go. Despite everything you loved them and they worshipped the ground you walked on. You were everything for them now, there’s be no point to any of them without you. Why didn’t you understand that?

He throws another punch to the bag, spreading his blood across them, it hurt like hell, but the thought of you running back to your old partner still played on all of their minds. He wanted to cry, he wanted to find you and beg you to never leave them, they’d be nothing without you.

There’s a knock on the door and he finds you on the other side, waiting for permission to come in. You never waited for permission, it makes him frown, maybe they were too harsh on you today. He could see you shuffling your weight, insecurity screaming through your eyes, you feared his rejection more than his anger.

He notices the first aid kit in your hand, you must’ve heard him. He doesn’t let the fluttering in his chest reach his face as he sits on the bench, waiting for you to come to him.

His gaze is expectant, daring you to cross the threshold and face him, you were no coward, you didn’t fear them the way others did, why were you behaving so meekly now? You force yourself to move and sit beside him, setting the kit down and pushing your hair back behind your ears. He doesn’t move his gaze away from you, even with the sweat and hair hanging in front of his face.

You carefully take a his hand into yours, sucking air between your teeth at how injured it was.

“I’m sorry you hurt yourself because of me,” you say, eyes on his bloodied knuckle as you press the ointment against the open wounds. “Are you sure you want me to stay, I keep hurting you...”

You try to sound like you’re joking, that you’re okay and the hurt isn’t weighing you down with your doubts. He frowns, they really did take it too far. He sets down the cotton wool from your grasp, taking both of hands into his before kissing each finger delicately without letting you look away.

“You’re perfect little love,” Jungkook says, reassuring you with no question in his voice. “We’re the ones who don’t deserve you, we’re mean and cruel but we’re never letting you go.”

You remember how loving they were before that night, maybe while they accepted the truth at face value they could never really forgive you in their hearts. Maybe that’s why they were being like this, they didn’t love you the same way anymore.

“Do you love me?” You had to know, the doubt was eating you alive.

He looks at you as if you’re insane, maybe you are, you don’t know anymore.

“Little love, don’t you see how much we love you?” He asks sincerely. “We would do anything for that love even if it made you hate us, you belong with us, and no one is going to take you away.”

You could see the crazed look in his face grow as he spoke, you believed him, the honestly worn like a heart on a sleeve. But his answer bought a wave clarity to your hazed vision, you made them like this, you made them worse, you had to leave.