#bestie!h

[harryistheonlyoneforme]

Best Friend Haz and Reader are so cute!! Do they just stay friends or is there a relationship involved👀

Tastes So Sweet*

warnings: smut, oral f receiving(munchrry), lil bit of subrry, protected sex

pairing: best friend harry x reader

masterlist | harry styles masterlist

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Closing his front door behind him, Harry follows YN into his home, the both of them taking their shoes off by the door before making their way further in. They don’t even make it 5 feet before they’re on each other, Harry pressing his lips to YN’s and her body to the wall adjacent the door. Pulling away, their chests are heaving as Harry looks down at her with so much adoration in his eyes before he speaks up.

“You look so fucking beautiful,” Harry whispers against her lips, and she pulls away with a bashful smile before pressing her lips to his once more. This time, though, the kiss is much hungrier than the last, and Harry pulls her closer, running his hands down to her lower back, just beneath the hem of her shirt. Now, it’s him that pulls away from the heated kiss, a smug smile on his face as he looks down at her.

“Did that make you feel nice? Y’like when I compliment you?” he teases, gently taking her bottom lip between his teeth and earning him an annoyed whine from her. From the way she’s begun shifting on her feet he can tell that her thighs are pressed tightly together to provide herself with some relief to where she’s getting wet for him.

YN just playfully shoves his shoulder but he doesn’t budge, his tone becoming darker as his hands travel lower and lower. “I asked you a question, Petal. I need an answer or I’ll be taking care of myself tonight,” he warns, humming in satisfaction when she practically melts at his tone.

“Yes, it made me feel nice,” she murmurs, hooking her thumbs into his belt loops just to be gently pulled away seconds later.

“Well cmon then, I’ve got some more compliments,” he teases, and she chuckles at his lame joke as he begins to drag her down the hallway toward his bedroom. When they arrive he doesn’t even bother closing the door behind them before he’s helping her out of her clothes -stopping for a moment to admire how fucking pretty she looks in just a bra and panties- and ridding himself of his own.

He’s then helping her to the centre of the bed and on her back, climbing between her legs. He wraps his arms around her thighs for support. “How are you this gorgeous? A right angel, all for me,” he whispers, not wasting anymore time on words before he buries his face between her soft thighs. He immediately begins to lick and suck at her sodden folds, and the amount of pleasure so quickly scares YN just a bit, her hands flying to his hair and yanking, but not enough to hurt him.

“Just can’t get enough of you; taste so fuckin’ sweet,” he murmurs against her, taking her swollen clit back into his mouth the moment he’s finished speaking. The both of them are drowning in pleasure, the sweetest sounds leaving her puffy lips. Each time she squirms above him he just pulls her even closer, burying his face so far into her that he can’t breathe.

He sucks and licks at her like a starved man, groaning against her, simply from her taste and the pleasure she’s receiving herself. She’s above him completely boneless as she lets him have his fill, and soon her legs are shaking around his head and her back arching as she nears the end. Words fail her as sobs of pure pleasure have begun to fall from her lips as she tries to warn him but can’t, her orgasm wracking her body almost unexpectedly.

She’s fallen silent as she rides it out against his face, the only sounds in the room being Harry’s groans and the filthy sounds of his tongue lapping up every bit of what she has to give him. He keeps his mouth on her until she’s completely limp save for the occasional aftershocks that make her legs twitch on either side of his head, and he’s sitting up with a shiny chin and a leaking cock.

His hands have now found her hips as he begins to gently run them all over her body, whispering sweet words to keep her grounded as she catches her breath. When she catches her breath, he sits back on his heels as she pulls herself into a sitting position, and he just watches closely as she moves closer to him before spitting into her palm and taking his aching cock into her hand.

She takes a moment to admire him, hard and weepy, just for her, and strokes him slowly a few times to test the waters before he begins to grow impatient.

“Please, let me have you,” he whimpers, bucking his hips into her fist with an impatient whine. He feels his stomach clench in pleasure when she simply runs her thumb over his weepy tip, his head falling back and tears building in his eyes from the teasing. “‘m gonna cum if you don’t stop, please,” he begs once again, choking on a moan when she bends down between his thick thighs and replaces her thumb with her tongue.

Running her tongue through the mess he’s made of himself, she hums in satisfaction when he tries to buck his hips toward her face but is stopped by her hands. She decides to indulge for a few more moments before she’s pulling off him with an audible pop, moving to the centre of the bed.

Harry can only watch her with a heaving chest as she spreads herself open for him, his cock twitching painfully from the teasing and anticipation. He could cry when she finally gives him permission, and he’s making quick work of grabbing the condom from behind him and sliding it on, a small whimper leaving his lips from the stimulation he’s provided himself.

He wastes no more time before climbing on top of her and lining himself up with her. He slides in as slowly as possible, and when he bottoms out his arms immediately shake before giving out and his head falls into the crevice between her face and shoulder, his body shuddering at the warmth and snugness of her. The weight on top of her has him nestled right against her g-spot, and when she lets out the sweetest moan he’s ever heard, it takes everything in him not to fill the condom right then, his eyes squeezing shut as he feels himself nearing his orgasm.

They just lie there connected in the most intimate way for a few moments until he can feel like he can move without blowing inside her, his hips rutting against hers as he begins to slowly fuck her. Their close proximity only aides in the progression of their orgasms, his pelvis brushing against her swollen clit, causing her to flutter around him from how sensitive she still is.

It only spurs him on, and he picks up the pace just a bit without changing the depth or angle in hopes it will get her there quicker. “Feel so good,” he murmurs against her neck, and beneath her sounds of pleasure he can hear the sound of their bodies connecting, he can feel her wetness against his pelvis as he brings the both of them closer.

“‘m gonna cum,” he hears her gasp right beside his ear, her arms wrapping around his upper back in an attempt to bring him closer to her.

“Please, please give it to me,” he whines against her. Moments later he feels her body go rigid and a long, drawn out moan leaves her lips as she finally cums around him, the feeling sending him over the edge as well. Harry feels his stomach clench and his balls draw up before all of his pent up release drains from his body, his warm cum flooding the condom. He can only sob against her damp skin and rut his hips against her as he works every last drop of cum from himself, pushing himself as deep as he can go as he twitches inside of her until he’s empty.

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[gawkeye-pierce]

[razzafrazzle]

strange old men!! theyre married for tax purposes (and gay purposes but thats less important)

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[tameodesza]

WWE: Next Gen

Shawn playfully badgering Hunter because he really doesn’t want him to leave 🤭

[endoxxx]

paimon in ponytown !

[pump4rd]

Finally got feared and hungered

[clownsuu]

Lovelie’s fighting for her life rn

AWEAWEAWE LOVELIE REALLY DOESNT WANNA BE THERREEEEEEE

[trappper-johnathan]

Piercintyre "package set, do not separate" compilation

[ruvviks]

HADES ➤ [11/?]

[remyfire]

BJ and Shari besties, my beloved

[jack-the-killler]

[notawomanagod]

i was playing Lonely is the Muse in the car and my mom asks, "how is halsey doing now? i hope things are going better for her" 🥺

[muchmossymess]

give me your headcanons for a minecraft server with the fmab kids

[bestie-enthusiast]

Hello Falsettos fandom. I’ve fallen down a Christian Borle rabbit whole and have some gifts for you <3

Nighttime blues

Genre: Hurt/comfort

Characters: Whizzer, Marvin, Jason

Relationship: Whizzer/Marvin

Summary: Marvin got nightmares, and Whizzer slept through them. This was part of the dynamic. Whizzer was none the wiser to the fact that Marvin regularly woke up, soaked their pillows with tears, and then fell back asleep.

Marvin got nightmares, and Whizzer slept through them. This was part of the dynamic. Marvin would cry as quietly as possible until he fell back asleep, and Whizzer would get his beauty sleep, it worked for both of them.

Marvin was glad Whizzer slept deeply, he always felt guilty when he’d wake Trina up, either from flailing around or from crying out. Whizzer sleeping deeply also meant that Marvin could easily tuck himself into his arms without waking him up, though Whizzer would occasionally question in the mornings how they had switched who was spooning who.

It worked, and Whizzer was none the wiser to the fact that Marvin regularly woke up, soaked their pillows with tears, and then fell back asleep, and Marvin was fine with this. Happy even, he didn’t have to feel guilty about Whizzer waking up, and he didn’t have to answer any questions about his nightmares. It worked.

Except- Except sometimes, Marvin wakes up and he wants nothing more than for Whizzer to- well, rub his back or tell him it’ll be okay or even talk about his nightmares. Something. Anything. But he doesn’t, and Marvin is fine with that. Really, he is.

It’s better for him to deal with it alone, when he can just cry it out, hyperventilate until he passes out, and then wake up in the morning more or less fine. At the very least, Whizzer likes to be the big spoon and Marvin- though he’d never admit it out loud- much preferred being the little spoon. He fell asleep much easier when he was being held, which felt a bit pathetic to admit, but whatever. Whizzer made him feel small, but in a good way? It’s difficult to explain. It was just nice.

Tonight, however, was different. Whizzer was sick- it was nothing serious, just a cold, but he was congested and had been complaining all day about not being able to sleep as a result. He was holding Marvin against his chest, squeezing him like a teddy bear as he laid awake. Marvin had fallen asleep easily, exhausted after working, then coming home and fretting over Whizzer.

In these unusual circumstances where Whizzer was awake while Marvin was not, Whizzer was given a front row seat to a show he’d never been privy to before. He was absentmindedly tracing shapes down Marvin’s bare back when he’d started twitching, a frown overtaking his previously content expression.

Whizzer paused his movement, watching as Marvin’s frown grew deeper and his brow furrowed. His own face contorted into a frown when he watched Marvin’s lip quiver and his hands clench into tight fists. Whizzer gently stroked his hair, murmuring soft words to try and soothe him, but Marvin only became more distressed. He started squirming, tossing and turning, and Whizzers heart broke when he saw tears begin to fall.

Marvin woke up with a gasp, shooting into a sitting position as he frantically clawed at his chest. Whizzer sit’s up too, facing him and grabbing Marvin’s hands and looking into his eyes.

“Whizzer,” Marvin says, and it’s a mixture of shock and shame and relief. “You’re awake.” Whizzer stares at him, squinting. He’s still crying, tears flowing freely from his eyes, but he doesn’t look sad, he looks scared.

“Astute observation,” Whizzer snarks absentmindedly. He’s staring Marvin down like he’s a specimen in a lab. Marvin laughs, slightly hysterically, at the comment.

“Did I wake you?” Marvin asks, and it’s probably meant to be rude, but it comes out painfully raw. Whizzer looks at him and shakes his head.

“I couldn’t sleep,” He explains, tapping his nose. Marvin huffs another laugh and leans forward until his forehead is resting on Whizzers chest. Hesitantly, Whizzer begins to stroke Marvin’s hair again. They sit there, in almost silence, broken by Marvin sniffling and the soft noise of tears landing on fabric. “Do you want to talk about it?” Whizzer eventually asks, pausing in his ministrations of Martin’s scalp. Marvin shakes his head, looking up at Whizzer with the most heartbreaking expression on.

“No- no I can’t-“ Marvin explains, moving away. He turns his head downwards, staring at his hand as Whizzer stares at him.

Whizzer hums and lays back down, “that’s fine,” he murmurs softly, grabbing Marvin’s hips and pulling him down into his embrace. He kindly doesn’t comment on the way Marvin twists to bury his head in Whizzer’s chest. He strokes Marvin’s back and listens as Marvin slowly calms down, until his breathing is even and deep, back asleep.

Whizzer lays awake, thinking deeply. That had been an odd set of events, he’d never seen Marvin had a nightmare before. Of course, he knew everyone got them sometimes, but it’s odd to consider Marvin getting them. Was that the reason he always looked so drained in the mornings? He woke up and cried in the night?

God, Whizzer felt terrible. What if he had nightmares and Whizzer didn’t wake up? Marvin wouldn’t wake him up- for all he could be, well, himself, Marvin had some very intense sets of rules for what is appropriate behavior when it comes to inconveniencing others.

Marvin didn’t wake up again that night, but Whizzer did notice he had more nightmares, a quivering lip and small whimpers, a dead giveaway.

Whizzer did eventually fall asleep, but it was fitful and light. He woke up in the morning when Marvin got out of bed and pressed a kiss against his forehead. Marvin said something, but Whizzer didn’t process it, and then he was gone.

Whizzer didn’t do much during the day, other than try to figure out if he should bring up the previous night or not. He came to the conclusion of no, he should not.

He was a bit surprised when Jason arrived. He’d forgotten it was a Friday. It was a bit early for the kid to have arrived, but Whizzer didn’t question it, simply letting him in with a shrug.

“Hey kid,” he said, sniffling slightly. He ruffled the kid's hair and grabbed his bag from him. “You hungry?” Jason shrugged, walked over to the couch and sat. Whizzer set Jason's bag down and sat down too.

“Are you sick?” Jason asked him, looking at him with furrowed brows. Sometimes, Jason looks so much like his father it’s starting.

“Yeah I’m sick,” Whizzer answered, lying down and kicking his legs into the kids lap. Jason huffed a laugh and shoved his legs off. Whizzer put them back on his lap. Shove. Return. Shove. Return. Eye roll, TV channel change. Victory.

They sat like that for a while, until Marvin arrived home. He seemed relieved to see Jason there, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Your mother is displeased with you,” Marvin says, but his voice is soft. He shrugs off his jacket and grabs Jason’s bag, leaving momentarily and returning with neither items. “Hey baby,” Marvin murmurs into Whizzers ear as he presses a kiss to his cheek. “What would you two like for dinner?”

“Pizza!” Jason exclaimed quickly, looking at his dad with pleading eyes. Marvin looked at Wheezer who shrugged, smirking a bit. Marvin sighed.

“Pizza it is,” he says with fake exasperation. Jason gives Whizzer a high five as Marvin rolls his eyes and dials the number to a nearby pizza place.

Marvin sits on the ground in front of Whizzer as they watch TV. He pushes his head into Whizzers hand, just a bit, but enough for Whizzer to get the memo. He scratches Marvin’s head as a cartoon plays on the TV.

When there’s a knock on the door, Marvin goes to stand, but Jason’s rushes past, grabbing Marvin’s wallet off the table and heading to the door. Marvin laughs a bit when Jason turns with the pizza and places it on the coffee table.

“Ulterior motives.” Marvin accuses Jason, even as he stands to grab plates, which he brings into the sitting room. They sit and eat in front of the TV, much to Jason’s clear happiness. The kids are in a good mood, which is sort of rare.

After pizza has been devoured, more TV is watched and few words are spoken, until Marvin sends Jason to shower and then to bed.

Whizzer curls up in their bed, he’s starting to feel better, which is good. But he’s bored, he’s done nothing all day, and there’s very little that’s more entertaining than riling Marvin up. And he’s got a lovely new part of his material to tease him about- not the nightmares, he’s not a complete ass- the fact Marvin likes to be the little spoon.

When Marvin finally comes into their room, tossing on pajamas and crawling into bed, Whizzer didn’t just pull him into his chest like he normally does. He laid next to him, stroking his chest, but not cuddling. He can feel Marvin staring at him, and he’s struggling not to crack a smile as Marvin looks at him with furrowed brows.

He’s a bit surprised, and disappointed, when Marvin starts spooning him instead, but he’s not going to complain. He sighs constantly, but he can’t get comfortable. Marvin is stiff behind him, tense. “Whizzer?” He heard Marvin ask softly. He turns to face him.

“Yes?” Whizzer mumbled sleepily, he placed his head on Marvin’s chest, biting his lip to stop a growing grin when he heard Martin’s heart beating out of his chest.

“Can-“ Marvin sighs, and Whizzer presses a kiss to jaw. Marvin looks down at him, and Whizzer feels a bit giddy when he notices the dark blush spreading across Marvin’s face. “Can you-“

“Can I do what? Use your words,” Whizzer interrupts teasingly, trailing kisses down Marvin’s jaw and neck. Marvin huffs, looking mortified of himself. Whizzer feels a bit bad, so he helps him out. “Do you want me to be the big spoon?” He asks, voice teasing and genuine. Marvin nods, just a bit, and Whizzer can’t hold back his laugh. “Aww baby,” Whizzer coos, wrapping Marvin in his arms and kissing his shoulder. It’s so wonderful to feel Marvin melt against him, relaxing completely.

“Shut up,” Marvin mutters, even as he wraps his arms around Whizzer’s. Marvin falls asleep first again, but Whizzer is not far behind. It’s lighter than he normally sleeps however, so he wakes when he feels Marvin pull out of his hold. Even if he hadn’t, he’s sure the resounding thud Marvin made when he hit the floor would have woken him.

Whizzer scrambles to the edge of the bed, but Marvin is already sitting up and scrambling to press his back against the wall, clutching at his chest yet again. Whizzer looks at him, worried, but looks away when their door opens with a soft creak. Jason.

“Hey kid,” Whizzer greets gently, “Everything’s okay, your dad fell out of bed.” Jason looks at him, rubbing sleep from his eyes, and sleepily walks over to their bed and crawls up on it. Whizzer picks him up and drags him to the side of the bed facing the wall where the kid's father isn’t crying. He pets Jason’s head and tucks him in. “You sleepin’ in here?” Whizzer asks, but Jason is practically asleep already, just nodding slightly. Whizzer waits a few moments, before shuffling a bit away to look over at Marvin, who’s curled up in a little ball, eyes pressed into his knees and shoulders shaking.

Whizzer sighed, unsure of what to do. He looked over at Jason, then at Marvin, then at Jason, and then carefully slipped out of bed, sitting down on the floor next to Marvin, knocking their shoulders together. Marvin flinched, but looked over at him. He looked pathetic, face red and eyes puffy. Whizzer sighed and leaned his head on top of Marvin’s. “I love you,” Whizzer whispered into his hair.

“I love you too,” Marvin whispered hoarsely, tears quietly soaking into the fabric of Whizzers shirt. “I have nightmares about my parents.” Whizzer stayed silent, sitting and listening. Marvin dragged in a shaky breath and continued, “They didn’t like me very much. I’m scared of them, and of being them. I dream of-” Marvin swallowed, and wiped at his eyes, “I dream of my childhood, and of inflicting the pain I suffered on- on Jason.” He admitted in a whisper, pulling away from Whizzer.

He looked so damn guilty, and Whizzer- Whizzer didn’t know what to do. He took Marvin’s face in his hands, and pressed their foreheads together. “I love you,” Whizzer repeated, “The fact you're scared of hurting Jason proves how good you are.” Marvin shook his head and tried to pull away, but Whizzer didn’t let him. “You’re a good man, Marvin.” Whizzer told him firmly, hugging him when Martin just crumpled, sobbing silently into Whizzer’s chest. Whizzer rubbed his back and murmured soft comforting words until Martin finally ran out of tears.

He helped Marvin back into bed, shaking his head when Marvin looked over at Jason and back at him with confusion. Jason laid on the left side of the bed, Marvin in the middle, and then Whizzer on the right side. He held Marvin tightly, kissing the back of his head. “Sleep,” Whizzer whispered, closing his eyes. Marvin listened, and for the first time in a long time, didn’t have another nightmare.

[somecunttookmyurl]

every time R comes to clean i give her extra money (she asks for £11/h, she gets 11.50-12.50 kind of dependent on my exact change situation but always at least 11.50) and she argues her rate is £11 and tries to give me change and it's like ok minimum wage is 11.44 i literally cannot pay you less than that and at that point you might as well round up to 11.50 but also. i am a white woman hiring a black woman to clean my house. stop asking for slave wages. girl.

[todayisyourturntolose]

he's like an anime girl to me