#Ha

[fear-less]

harry + cock warming + him being mean !!??😝

₊˚⊹˚ 𐙚 quiet down

pairing: harry potter x f!reader

➥ In which, you and harry were supposed to be doing homework but got carried away…

warnings: smut, cock warming, dom harry, public sex (library setting), lazy writing near the end..

781 words

Harry had you sitting comfortably on his lap, your body pressed close to his, with no way to escape. One of his hands rested firmly on your hips, holding you in place with a gentle yet unyielding grip—strong enough to keep you from moving, but not enough to cause any discomfort. His other hand was occupied, adjusting his glasses with a precise, focused motion. He tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing behind the lenses as he spoke, his voice soft but firm. "Stop moving around," he murmured, his tone laced with a mix of amusement and a hint of possessiveness, his fingers subtly tightening on your waist.You could feel the warmth of his chest against your back, the rapid rise and fall of his breath.

 Harry let out a low groan against your neck, the sound vibrating through your skin as he pressed his lips gently against the curve of your throat. His hand gripped your hip firmly, his fingers digging in with a mix of urgency and desire. With a subtle but unmistakable force, he pushed you down further, guiding your body with a steady, commanding pressure. You could feel the warmth of his touch seeping into your skin as he held you in place, his breath hot and erratic against your neck. Every movement between you was slow and deliberate, a dance of tension and closeness, leaving you both breathless, craving more.

Your pussy now against his hips. His dick twitched inside you, causing a small moan to come from your lips. Harry kept kissing and sucking at your neck, letting himself be distracted so he doesnt let out a noise. If anyone sees, they might be able to tell what they were doing or it may look like they're doing over the top pda, either way, the situation excites Harry–maybe then other dudes could get the hint that you're in a perfectly fine relationship and don't want them.

You two were in the library, trying to stay quiet. Harry was fighting every atom in his body to not pound up into you and fuck you stupid like he always does. 

"H-Harry," you whined into his ear, trying to tempt him into at the very least letting you move and ride him but he denied. "No, love. The other students trying to get their work done will hear you...you know how loud you get." he mocked, you could feel his smirk against your shoulder. You sulk, trying to push him away to hide your blushing face. He grabbed your hands, your wrists with one of his hands while the other one went between your legs, rubbing meanly at your clip making you jump.

"You have to quiet down, don't want everyone to know what you're up to, hmm?" He says into your ear. His thumb pressing down onto your clit, he howls out a breath as he feels your walls squeeze down onto him. Your grip on his shoulders increases, sensations of pleasure building up as he flicks his middle finger against your clit.

"o..oh my..." hearing your quiet whimpers, he smirks, putting more energy to feel your thighs tremble on either side of his, with your tight and warm walls squeezing around him, almost pulling a quiet groan from his throat.

You gripped his forearm, trying to center yourself. Your stomach twits and your hips began moving almost absentmindedly against him. Harry felt it–the pull of your walls brushing against his cock. You anticipated for him to stop you, but he starts to guide you into a stable pace with his hands on your hips. His thumb never stopped its force on your clit, the pleasure making your hips jolt occasionally. The coil in your stomach felt like it was exploding, the pleasure he was causing you soon felt like it was too much. He knew as well, from the trembling of your thighs and the way your walls would clamp down on him like a vice.  He gripped your hips, making your pace stall and become gentle. "I’m not letting you give up that quickly, my dear."  He whispered, the warmth of his breath sending tingles through you.

After what felt like an eternity passed before you both reached your peak. With a stifled moan, Harry came, his hips jerking against yours. 

"That was incredible, my love," Harry said in a shaky voice, still catching his breath.You smiled softly, your eyes heavy with exhaustion.

[catchymemes]

[keefstars-mha]

I was looking for kissing references, and found this GODDAMN TREASURE THIS IS AMAZING I LOVE THIS SO MUCH SO MUCH SO MUCH I LOVE IT I LOVE IT IT'S GREAT AND LIKE THEY LOVE EACH OTHER AND KATSUKI- Katsuki is like I love you SO fuckin much. He's like, Izuku I worship you. Izuku you are my star, I look towards you always, and you're so sunny, you're so bright. I would die for you, but I want to LIVE with you, I want to look towards you forever. And Izuku is like YOU. You are my sun. You are so bright. You are so strong, you're all I ever want to be, you are so challenging and bold and you are not swayed by anyone's opinions and you are so brave. I want to be just like you, and I love you, and you make ME stronger. I love how bold you are, I love the light you shine. I want to look towards you forever, I want you to look towards me forever. And they love each other so much, they're both just wonderful and it's just so bright and beautiful

And they're like, so intimate and attracted to each other and they just love each other. Also the lighting on this is just wonderful. I like this a lot, this is an amazing DRAWING this is SO GOOD

the taste of a star

[emilyartstudio-s]

chainsaw dud e

[shotmrmiller]

(secret lovers but simon will not be kept a secret.)

you hadn't liked him from the get go. amongst the regulars that frequent the place you work at serving drinks, had been him; a burly, massive figure that commanded attention even though his clothes were nondescript and blended into the shadows created by the sickly, flickering lights overhead. his broad shoulders were squared, imposing, the fabric of his faded jeans stretched taut over his knees, tapering down to his scuffed sneakers.

him appearing a menace isn't what made him stand out. it doesn't even make him special, to be honest. one too many rowdy oafs call this hole in the wall a haven, seeking solace at the bottom of a thick glass.

it's the very air around him. it's heavy, muted, as if absorbing sound and movement. that one time you had the displeasure of personally handing him an beer, it'd felt suffocating, pressed down on you, made it hard to breathe. the stillness had been almost palpable, the usual hum of the bar nought but a distant buzz, even the clank of the chilled glass on the table had seemed muffled.

you'd felt the drink slosh over the rim in your haste to get away, retreat, escape. he hadn't even glanced your way and you'd been overwhelmed.

fucking hell.

and that's not the worst of it. the way he looks at people is unsettling. his beady eyes glint with a manic, rabid hunger, fixated on any bare legs that come into his field of view, as if he sees nothing but prey. that turns the discomfort that pricks at your skin into disgust.

revolting bull of a man is a pervert to boot.

(sometimes he comes in with others, 3 much more approachable, charismatic men that pop that personal bubble of oppressive silence he brings with him with their boisterous laughter and lively chatter. they're good folk except for when they want to act like your eyes are on your chest.)

so it's a true shame you spent weeks snarking about how foul he is when he's one of the best lays you've ever had in your life. (and continues to be.)

it's all discreet, of course. you can't be caught having a thing with the man you'd cursed up, down and sideways because he wouldn't stop staring at the tits you let him come on that same week.

you wouldn't even know how to explain how all of this started. that'd he'd been a surprised you and strong armed a belligerent drunk off the property for you a while back? that he'd happened to be around when your car got a flat, pulled out a jack from the bed of his truck and told you to sit your 'pretty arse' inside while he changed it? or that after the nth night of him being the very last patron, you realized he'd only leave after you were done with restocking and ready to close up shop?

you kept it all of it on the down low. pretended you couldn't feel his eyes on you, boring holes into the side of your head while at work then garble out his name through the fingers you're drooling over after work.

and it stayed that way for a while. he never stayed longer than you let him (not like that meant anything, he barely let you out the bed to pick up the door dash before he sat you on the countertop and lapped at your sore cunt until you came.)

he rarely used his phone so there was no worry about sudden texts while you had friends around.

it seemed a fine thing at the time. but then he started sitting at the bar top instead of his usual corner haunt, occasionally calling you over with a curl of his fingers (the ones he had you lick clean last night.) he stopped being a total lech, keeping his eyes glued onto you and you only, being so blatant about it that your co-workers offered to walk you to your car later.

embarrassing. you'd meant to give him a talk about laying off the intensity of his stare but it slipped your mind when he slipped into you from behind while fisting your hair.

when your boss is the one that gives you the stranger danger talk, even though you have said strangers love bites mottling the junction of your shoulder, you decide that enough is enough. so after your shift, you ask to speak with him.

only to have him snort in your face.

"don't think so."

before you get to say anything else, he's sitting you on the hood of his truck, legs hooked over his shoulders, eye level with your bare pussy because he'd stuffed your knickers into his pocket before work.

the first glide of his tongue between your folds is deliberately slow, tip catching the bundle of nerves at the top. your palm stings from digging your nails into it.

the second sends a shiver licking up your spine, his hands dimpling the soft of your thighs to keep you from squirming.

"look at me."

your body reacts instinctively at the low, grating tone of his voice and you're peering down at him before your mind can even catch up.

he nips at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. "best get used to 'avin' me 'round." this was no conversation.

the tips of his fingers grazing over your wet heat, gently prodding the entrance. when he sinks them in, scissoring, thrusting, you realize he's not going to let you come.

this isn't a reward. this is about to be your punishment.

slick glistens on his knuckles under the streetlight as he undoes the zipper of his jeans, the sound of the metal teeth deafening in your prickling ears.

simon puts his hand close to your mouth like he's done in the bedroom, and you spit on it, like you've done in the bedroom.

the searing (but oh so good) burn is both familiar and not when you take him to the root, a shuddering breath escaping your quivering lips at the sensation of him filling you until the seams feel like they're becoming undone.

he lowers his head to nose your sweat-slick temple, large hands flat by your sides. his breaths warm your throat as he speaks.

"i won't be your dirty little secret, pet."

a hand creeps up to the nape of your neck, claiming a fistful of hair. simon pulls a sibilant hiss from you when he tugs hard enough to ache.

ouch.

"can't shove me in a closet and pocket the key." he rolls his hips once, twice before widening his stance.

oh.

oh no.

"now be good and let me take what's mine."

there'd been no arguing with him before he fucked you in earnest, and certainly not after when he takes you home, spend dripping onto his seat on the way there, where he makes you ride him on the driveway, only letting you go inside once he felt he got his message across.

(message understood.)

the next morning you wake to sore thighs, a throbbing pussy, a dry mouth and a text from your boss.

i've got cameras outside the place, by the way. go home next time.

at least you didn't get fired 🥴

[nattycat08]

In the name of the father, the son and the satanic nun Bambi🔥💕

[princess-of-purple-prose]

[ID: A Link Click comic of Cheng Xiaoshi crying with his face in his hands, going, "I can still hear his voice..." Multiple memories of Lu Guang surround him, saying "Are you stupid?" "Moron." Seriously you're a fucking idiot" or pinching his nose with annoyance and sighing, while Cheng Xiaoshi continues to cry. End ID]

it's like he's still here, bitching at me,

[ace-o-hearts]

this is so good

[goddess-of-silvers]

I know everyone’s mad at Aziraphale right now because of how the season’s ended but I don’t think we’ve talked enough about the fact that Aziraphale has been keeping a diary for centuries (based on the fact the entry we see is from volume 603) and he literally starts his entries with “dear diary, last month Crowley and I both happened to be in Edinburgh”.

[ddeck]

[pearlynia]

*texting*

Regulus: do you ever wanna take your heart out and squeeze the emotionans away and then put it back in your chest so you'll feel less emoticons

James: ...

James: I'm coming over

[gatoburr0]

Sigh,,,, new AU alert.

This is genuinely so fun though UGH I’m gonna do so many of these

((Pearl is an average sized orca))

If you’re wondering,,, yes,,, shark monster au,,, everyone’s a shark,,,, or like whales or whatever

Silly sea creatures

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Oil paintings by Ksenia Buridanova

@buridanova on Instagram

[oobbbear]

recent gitm doodles

All character belongs to @venomous-qwille

[ptieuca]

btvs 3x20 / ats 1x08