#Harry is a sarcastic shit
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realitybitesyouknowit · 5 months ago
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Chapters: 96/96 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Amazing Spider-Man (Movies - Webb) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harry Potter & Tony Stark, Peter Parker/Harry Potter, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts, Sirius Black/Stephen Strange Characters: Harry Potter, Tony Stark, Happy Hogan, Sirius Black, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Jarvis (Iron Man movies), Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Pepper Potts, Peter Parker, James "Bucky" Barnes, Gwen Stacy (The Amazing Spider-Man), Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Pietro Maximoff Additional Tags: Post-Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Post-Avengers (2012), Parent Tony Stark, Abused Harry Potter, Family Shenanigans, Good Parent Tony Stark, Harry Potter is a Little Shit, Harry Potter is Bad at Feelings, Protective Tony Stark, Sirius Black is a good godfather, Fluff, Angst and Feels, Slow Burn, Harry Potter is Tony Stark's Child, Peter Parker Played By Andrew Garfield, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Creator chose not to use archive warnings - Freeform, which is a warning in itself, Complete Summary:
With Voldemort back, Harry returned to the Dursley house, and Sirius imprisoned ‘living’ at Grimmauld Place, Sirius decides to go check on his godson.
And when he doesn’t like what he finds at Number Four Privet Drive, Sirius decides to do something else- tell Harry a fifteen year old secret and send him off the the United States to meet his biological father.
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teddytheartist · 1 year ago
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Asffsdghskjsllksj Brown Harry
I did more than just this one drawing but it’s sketches and I’m tired so have this, I’ll post more tmrw hehe
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yourlocalbadgerscales · 14 days ago
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currently going crazy because ffs i’m tryna be a lesbian over here so will these sarcastic, funny and kind fictional boys with dark hair and depression please leave me tf aLONEEEEE
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imsiriuslyreading · 1 year ago
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genuinely nothing makes me happier than when people slide into my dms with an unsolicited fic rec 🫶🏽
like yes, catch me off guard. oh you know i love fluff n smut so you sent me some? i adore you.
if i planned on reproducing i’d give you my first born but kids are the devils spawn so instead i’ll send you a few fic recs back and we can be friends forever
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imaginariumnexus · 2 years ago
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A little progress on the Dorkas Wizardus
I am slow but at least I am arting
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bigcryptiddies · 4 months ago
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It continues to amaze me how some people on this site will happily say shit like “hanging with my fellow tranny fagdyke queers” and then in the same breath be like “degenerate is a naughty no no word”
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aidsyouinthinking · 6 months ago
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Poem: I could not bring myself to write otherwise.
I am my own muse the words flow through
I hold no expectations I uphold no plan
I speak what is true when and where it's due
From my rusty crooked befuddling brainpan
I trust the rust will and must give way
I will remember all lost another day
I'll lose the chance to say but it shall stay
And will again come out so swiming... -lay
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tiderider · 6 months ago
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new jericho made him uncomfortable, it was less to do with the people and more to do with the space. it was too . . . open, too nice. harry supposed that said more about him than it did about the android refuge. he was used to community centers being rougher, self-defence classes rather than first aid workshops, spacial awareness lessons rather than community gardens, he wasn't used to all the politeness.
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❝ this what you do for fun around here? ❞ harry asked offhandedly as he approached connor.
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he was the only android harry knew by name, apart from the greeter at the door ( chad? or charlie? ), so it made sense to him that he'd ignore the usual channels of delivery and go direct to someone he knew. // @detectiveconnor liked for a starter ages ago .
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siriusblack-the-third · 2 years ago
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Pls lmao this is their entire dynamic skdgdkdj
anyway, i love how sirius is such a Dad in ootp because he’s constantly telling harry to be careful and shit and harry’s a Teenager going ‘oh so the ESCAPED CONVICT wants to give me behaviour advice huh? HILARIOUS’ while still listening. like it’s just peak parent-child dynamic.
sirius: be good
harry, resentfully: bE gOoD
also harry: doesn’t even consider disobeying.
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daisyblog · 5 months ago
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Watermelon Sugar
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Our Story Masterlist Summary: How Watermelon Sugar was made.
warning: smut, oral (female receiving), swearing
Very highly requested.
“So Styles…what are we working on today? Do you want to keep working on Treat People?”. Kid asked as he span around on his chair to face everyone, readjusting his hat as he did.
Harry gently licked his bottom lip as he thought about his options. “I’ve kinda got these lyrics that I can’t stop humming…I wanna work on them…see if they go anywhere, but if anyone feels uncomfortable then just say and we’ll scrap the whole thing!”.
“Shit it’s getting fucking deep in here today!”. Tyler joked, earning a snigger from Kid and a small grin from Mitch.
“What are you talking about man, every song is fucking deep”. Kid couldn’t bite his tongue. Harry only flipped him off with a sarcastic smile.
This is what Harry liked about the team, they could joke around, not taking anything to serious. But at the same time, they’d all shared many of the deepest conversations.
“Have you got like a melody or anything H?”. Mitch quietly asked as he prepared to play.
Harry shook his head as he pulled his lips into his mouth. “Nah just go with it and see what happens”.
“Tastes like strawberries…on a summer evenin'…and it sounds just like a song”. Harry acoustically sang, trying to find the right notes and melody.
“What’s with you and fruit, man?”. Mitch asked the question everyone was dying to know. “Plus what the fuck sounds like a song?”.
Harry ran his finger under his nose, a nervous habit he had. “Nothing…it’s nothing…just open for interpretation”.
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Anne didn’t need an excuse to host a summer garden party, so the moment the sun came out she invited all her close family and friends over for food, drinks and a good time.
Harry and YN had been finding it difficult to leave each others sides, whether that was Harry’s arm reaching around her waist to sit on her hip, an arm over her shoulder or sharing a quick peck when they thought nobody was looking.
So when YN was in the kitchen, reaching across the spectacular spread Anne had put on to place a few strawberries on her plate, she felt two hands slide around her middle and a face nuzzle into her neck.
“I’ve missed you”. Harry placed small kisses up her neck, YN trying not to let her body respond as she took a bite of a strawberry, placing the green on the plate.
“I haven’t been anywhere”. YN giggled as she swallowed the fruit, placing the plate down so she could turn in his arms.
As she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers gently played with his loose curls. Harry met her lips with his, the sweet taste of strawberry lingered between them.
“Let’s go upstairs”. Harry mumbled against her lips, that were now a darker shade of red.
“Bubs we’re in your mums…there’s a party going on”. YN pointed out as Harry’s lips nibbled down her neck, teasing and distracting her from her thoughts.
Harry only shrugged his shoulders in response. “When has that ever stopped us?”. YN knew he had a point, but she was still reluctant, glancing around to see if anyone would see them wonder off. “Please baby”.
“But I want more berries”. YN wined as she glanced back at her plate, sitting there full of fresh strawberries.
“Well I want you!”. Harry gently pulled her by the neck to place a lingering kiss to her swollen red lips.
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”All I’m getting so far is you’ve eaten strawberries on a summer evening and it sounds like a song!”. Mitch was literal with his interpretation, looking at Harry like he’d gone crazy.
“Mitch just listen to the fucking lyrics man…we’re only like three lines in and I already know what it’s about.” Tyler laughed at how naive his friend was being right now.
Whilst Kid and Tyler fiddled about with some ideas for mixing and editing ‘Golden’, Mitch tested out a few chords to see what would fit with the current song Harry was writing.
Harry was noticing some lyrics down in his leather book, when Mitch played a particular melody that caught his ears. He listened carefully trying to find the right timing.
“I want more berries…And that summer feelin'…It's so wonderful and warm”. Harry sung, catching the other’s attention, all invested in where he was going with it. “Breathe me in…Breathe me out…i don't know if I could ever go without..”.
Harry paused as he processed where this song was going. But glancing around the room, he spotted a book on the table. Giggling to himself, he couldn’t stop his hands from reaching for it. “I don't know if I could ever go without…Watermelon sugar…High!”.
“Sounds like you’ve just named your next song”.
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Once their hidden by the four walls in Harry’s room, he quickly reaches for YN’s waist, leaving traces of his fingers behind. Pulling her closer to him as their lips become ones and their fronts meet.
The warmth from their bodies being so close has caused them both to feel hot. Their movements feel quick and fast, but slow and soft all at the same time.
As Harry walks them blindly over to the bed, YN’s hands become greedy and pulls his T-shirt off and leaves it drop to the floor. Taking YN’s route, Harry’s ring clad fingers, find their way to the front of YN’s skirt unbuttoning it as their lips stay together like magnets.
Once her skirt and underwear are pooled on the floor, keeping Harry’s tahirt company, YN finds herself lying with her back on the duvet covered bed. Instead of joining her, YN feels his lips attach themselves to her inner thigh. Her mind becomes dizzy as she feels his wet lips trailing further up.
“Harry!”. Her lips moan, wanting to feel more as her lower stomach began to tighter already. His lips are now needier, moving higher and closer. In a quick movement, Harry grabs a pillow from the bed and places it under her hips.
Leaning forward Harry’s tongue meets her, licking up and down with a slow teasing start. His hands move her thighs so her bare legs are resting over his shoulders. Another moan leaves YN’s lips as she feels his mouth move against her.
“Oh, fook!”.
Her moaning only encourages his movements, as well as feeds his ego. Whilst his tongue teases her, swirling around as he tastes the wetness as it drips down his chin, he moves his left hand to rest on her lower stomach, pushing down gently.
“Fookin’ ‘ell, that’s good!”.
Harry could feel YN’s hips start to buck against him, so he gently held her hips down so the sensations hit harder. The sound of her heavy pants outplayed the sound of Harry’s tongue hitting the wetness between her legs.
Knowing YN was close as she muttered out small encouragements, Harry moved his tongue faster against her, lapping up the sweet taste. The addicted sensation began to build and the heat travelled down YN’s body. Her head swung back on the sheet behind her as the pressure built.
It hit her with force, causing her to feel light headed and unable to think of anything but the climax, when her thighs clenched around his head, Harry had no choice than to keep up his movements as he rode her through her high.
“Oh Harry, oh yes!”.
The sound was like heaven to Harry’s ears as he felt her vibrate against him. Watching her orgasm was still something he could never get bored of.
The energy had been wiped away from YN as she now laid still on the bed, unable to move due to the shakiness. Harry lifted himself up from his position between her legs, wiping away the wetness left behind on his chin.
Harry moved further up the bed with his knees, hoovering over YN’s tired body. He leaned forward pressing a quick kiss to her lips.
“Worth missing out on eating your strawberries?”. Harry sarcastically asked, as he held himself up with his arms.
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As they continued to work on the song, now known as ‘Watermelon Sugar’, the penny dropped for Mitch as Harry sang, trying to perfect the melody and pre-chorus.
“Tastes like strawberries on a summer evenin'…And it sounds just like a song…I want your belly and that summer feelin'…I don't know if I could ever go without”.
Mitch’s eyes went wide at the realisation. “Shit…fucking hell man…you’re singing about eating-”.
Before Mitch could finish his sentence, Harry cut him short. A large cheeky smirk covering his face as he did so.
“It’s a song about wanting to eat strawberries!”.
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j-nope-not-today · 6 months ago
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HP characters reaction to s/o being a muggle
Harry Potter
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He does not care
Literally doesn't have an opinion on the subject
Bc he loves youuu and not your magic or non magical abilities
I really feel that his main concern is some snobby witch/wizard being rude to you
But could give a fuck less if anyone commented on you being a muggle
"Okay and? So what if she/he can't do magic. She's/he's still great in bed."
10/10 will say some snarky/sarcastic ass shit if someone is rude to you about it.
He is THE Harry Potter
He would probably love for someone to point it out so he can say some shit back about it.
He will defend you through thick and thin.
May god have mercy on whatever poor soul wants to be prejudice against you.
Will love doing muggle things with you. I mean he did grow up as a muggle.
Otherwise though he loves you and your muggleness very much. It reminds him of home ❤️
Ron Weasley
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Aww your his little cutie patootie
Will brag about it to anyone who will listen
"Oh? Well my gf/bf made me dinner from scratch."
He'll brag about literally anything he can. It could be the simplest shit too
Is very impressed that you do everything and without magic too
He'll start doing things without magic just to appreciate the simplicity of it
But yeah..definitely tells everyone and their mom about how proud he is to be with you
Ain't no one gonna be rude about it either. He will guaranteed shut that shit down as soon as it starts.
Fred Weasley
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He loves it.
Loves absolutely everything about it
Not to mention he loves it even more because romancing you is so much more fun for him
Will always pull a fancy magic trick from out of his sleeve to impress you or flirt with you
"For you beautiful"
Does complain about doing things without magic
But will begrudgingly do so to please you
But yes. He will complain about it the entire time
I don't think anyone would be ballsy enough to insult you or say some rude shit about you being a muggle
Knowing fred that would start world War 3
But he looooves you. Vv much
George Weasley
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Admires you so so much
Bc how do you do it?
Will watch you do the simplest most mundane shit and come out of nowhere with a
"My god you look so fucking gorgeous right now love."
Wouldn't complain about helping you do stuff without magic
I think he finds he enjoys it much more without magic. It's more rewarding
Will beg to do muggle things with you absolutely wants to experience it all
Just like with fred. Ain't no one ballsy enough to say something lest they want to die
But he absolutely adores you and everything about you
And will remind you every day how much he loves you
Draco Malfoy
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He didn't expect to end up with you
But he sure isn't complaining
And he'll be damned if you lift a single beautiful fucking finger when he's around
He will 100% dote on you in his every waking moment
For a second you might be convinced you aren't a muggle
He uses magic for just about everything and will not let you do something when he can do it for you
"Listen dear it's just simpler this way. Let me do it."
Your spoiled and he'll make sure you know how appreciated and loved you are
Can never wrap his head around muggles.
Thinks you make everything way more complicated than it needs to be
And should anyone be insulting or rude. They might find themselves hexed or cursed.
Neville Longbottom
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This man LOVES you
Will not for a second let you think otherwise
And he'll probably absolutely love doing muggle things with you
And you will have a garden
I can just see him loving gardening with you. The muggle way.
Will randomly whip out flowers and small little gifts for you
Just to impress you
And he'll definitely have words for anyone who wants to be rude to you because how dare they?
To him. Your absolutely perfect
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a-dork-yable · 1 year ago
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see. cas gets its. someone find me a james kinnie. short, sarcastic, piece of shit is my entire personality.
Why is jegulus black so relatable tho? Like im sat across from my friends who are legit jegulus. One short, sarcastic, dark haired twink and sunshine and chaos incarnate. Lmao
We love them <3
But tbh I think Reg kinnies love Jegulus bc it means someone will love us despite being short, sarcastic, pieces of shit 😅
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hsunrry · 29 days ago
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shy // one shot
harry styles x fem!reader
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summary: based on @hesbunnies idea. (hope it’s good enough🫶🏽)
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words: ~2,1k
tropes: shy/nerd!harry x confident!reader
warnings: smut18+, praise, dom!harry, dirty talking, choking (slightly), fingering, oral (f receiving), daddy kink, unprotected sex, creampie
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“hey babe.” you smiled, looking up at him when you approached him. he was standing by his locker, putting books inside. you were with him for already few months now. his heart skipped a beat as he looked down at you, his eyes scanning your face with a smile.
“hey.” he mumbled, his cheeks slightly flushing at nickname.
“so, i was thinking we could go to your house after school.” you said, wrapping your arms around his middle. your chin rested on his chest when you were looking up at him. his arms wrapped around you possessively, his mind wandering to what you’re implying. he really adored how bold and confident you are, comparing to his shy side while in school.
“sure.” he whispered, his voice low.
“oh, my favourite couple.” Velma, schools ‘star’ said sarcastically when she approached you two. she was as always with couple of her friends, who were laughing at her remark. “you guys think she took his virginity already, or he’s still cumming in his pants from kissing only?” she asked her friends. his face turned red, embarrassed by Velma’s loud and rude comment. he buried his face in your hair slightly, trying to ignore the whole situation. you could feel his body tensing up, his insecurities bubbling to the surface.
“having fun alone with your dildo in your house, bitch?” you asked her, eying her posture up and down. her face turned red with anger, her friends laughter egging her on.
“at least i’m not dating a virgin, who can’t even please his girlfriend.” she retorts snidely. you only scoffed at her, crossing your arms over your chest.
“if you just had any idea what are you actually talking about.” you shook your head, looking at her.
“so you’re telling me that he actually know where your hole is? don’t be ridiculous.” she scoffed, making her friends laugh again.
“are you jealous or what?” you asked her, feeling his hand squeezing your hip slightly.
“of what? of a virgin who’s probably reading you some history shit as a lullaby? i’d fucking die from boredom with this piece of shit.” she pouted sarcastically. his heart raced as he listened to this back and forth. he knew you’re just protecting him, but a part of him wished you wouldn’t. he didn’t wanted you to have to defend him all the time. he took a deep breath and stepped forward.
“just fuck off Velma.” he said, his voice steady, but low.
“oh, shy puppy is speaking for himself now?” she looked at him with wide eyes. he glared at her, his eyes filled with a rare flash of anger.
“you think you know everything, don’t you?” he snapped, his voice surprisingly louder. “you know what’s happening behind closed doors?”
“i mean-“ she stuttered, a little taken aback by his sudden confidence.
“maybe if you weren’t so busy spreading rumours and judging everyone, you’d actually have a boyfriend who could fuck you properly.” he said, grabbing your hand and going away from them, leaving them speechless.
“that was hot.” you squeezed his hand slightly. a small smirk played across his lips as he glanced at you, his usual shy demeanor nowhere to be found now, since you two were only ones in the hallway.
“yeah? you like that side of me, hm?” he asked in a low, intimate tone, pulling you closer as you walked.
“well, as far you showed me it only when we are alone.” you smiled. “but seeing you snapping at her like that…” you smirked. he bit his lip, feeling a thrill at your words. he knew he had a different side of him, the one he only showed to you.
“i guess i finally had enough.” he let out a small laugh, squeezing your hand.
“so how about we skip last class and we go to your house now?” you smiled innocently, looking up at him. his expression softened as he looked at you, your innocent smile melting his resolve.
“let’s do it.” he whispered, his mind already wandering to the two of you alone in his house. he quickly texted his best friend, asking him to cover for them. you two went to the school parking lot to his car. he opened passenger seat door for you, watching you getting inside. he closed the door behind you and walked around to the drivers side. when he sat down, he started his car and pulled out of the parking lot, heading towards his house. “so, what do you want to do when we get there?”
“mhm, i think you know.” you smiled, your fingers playing with the rings on his fingers, since his one hand was resting on your thigh. his hand on your leg tightened possessively. he knew exactly what you were implying. he sped up slightly, anxious to get to his house. few minutes later you parked outside his house. he got out of the car, and came to your side, pulling you out of it and kissing you quickly, before going towards the house. as soon as the doors closed behind you both, he turned to face you. he dropped his bag on the floor and pulled you into his arms. “my mum is out.” he whispered.
“i’m aware.” you smiled, your hands gripping the hem of his t-shirt. he chuckled softly when you started removing it. he picked you up after that, carrying you towards the stairs. your hands were wandering on his bare back, your lips kissing his neck. his breath stuck in his throat as your lips met his neck, the feeling of your fingers tracing patterns on his back sending electric shocks through his body. once in the bedroom, he dropped you on the bed. his eyes were dark as he hovered over you. he leaned down, capturing your lips in rough kiss, his hand coming up to grip your throat lightly. he broke the kiss to take your top off, revealing your bare breasts underneath.
“you’re so perfect, so fucking sexy.” he murmured, his lips sucking on your nipple, causing your moan. he sucked hard, his hand squeezing your other breast roughly. he released your nipple with a wet pop and moved to the other one, sucking it into his mouth just as roughly. he bit down gently, making you gasp and arch your back. “i fucking love your tits.” he shifted down your body, trailing kisses across your stomach, until he reached your pants. he quickly removed them, kissing your inner thighs. you moaned when his lips made contact with your covered pussy, his tongue pushing against your clit through your panties. he pulled them down and pushed his tongue inside you, fucking you with it.
“fuck.” you breathed out. he chuckled against your pussy, the vibrations making you squirm beneath him. he sucked your clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue as one of his fingers entered you.
“so wet for me already… you like that, don’t you?” you only nodded breathlessly. he smirked against your clit, flicking it faster with his tongue while adding another finger. “words, love. tell me how much you fucking like it.” his fingers curled inside you, hitting that perfect spot. “tell me.” his voice demanding, husky with desire.
“i fucking love that.” you moaned, your hand going into his hair. his fingers hitting that spot over and over at your words, causing your gasp.
“that’s my girl, such a dirty mouth when you’re turned on.” he increased his pace, his tongue moving faster against your clit, until you’re writhing beneath him.
“oh god, yes, right there Harry.” you gasped, your back arching. hearing his name on your lips like that made him throb inside his jeans.
“come for me, baby. let me taste you.” and you did, of course, with loud cry and your walls clenching around his fingers. he continued to slowly lick your sensitive clit as you came down from your orgasm, removing his fingers and sucking them clean while maintaining eye contact. “you taste fucking amazing.” he growled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he crawled back up your body. your hands quickly unbuckled his jeans. he quickly get rid of it and his boxers, revealing his toned stomach and the v-lines that lead down to his erection, standing at attention. he ran his hands up your thighs. “gonna fuck you so good.”
“i know that much.” you smirked, still slightly breathless from previous orgasm. he grinned, pushing your legs apart and settling between them.
“such a smartass, i love it.” he lined himself up at your entrance, teasing you with just the tip. “though maybe i should teach you who’s really in control here.”
“is that so?” you asked, feeling his one hand gripping both of your wrists above your head, his free hand roaming over your body possessively.
“mhm. now spread your legs wider and keep them there until i say otherwise.” he slowly thrusted into you, just the tip.
“Harry, more, please.” you gasped, already clenching around his head to pull him further somehow. he teased you further, moving just an inch deeper.
“such a greedy girl… aren’t you supposed to be obeying me?” he leaned down, whispering in your ear. “ask nicely…” he moved another inch deeper, then pulled almost all the way out. “beg for it.”
“please baby, i need you.” you whined.
“not quite yet.” he chuckled at your whining, loving how you were just under his spell. he thrusted back in, pulling back before you could wrap your legs around him. “say the magic words…”
“daddy please.” you licked your lips slightly. his eyes darkened at the word, thrusting all the way in, not stopping until he’s buried to the hilt.
“fuck, you say that so fucking cute…” he started pounding into you hard and fast, his hand pinning down your hands all this time.
“yes!” you moaned, your head snapping back from pleasure. his pace became relentless, hitting deep inside you with every thrust.
“you like when i fuck you hard like this? taking control of this pretty little pussy?” his hand moved from your waist to squeeze your breast roughly. “look at this perfect tits bouncing.” he spanked it hard.
“i love when you’re in control baby, it’s so fucking sexy.” you gasped. he groaned at your words, his thrusts becoming even more powerful.
“you’re so fucking perfect… i love seeing you like this, all spread out and at my mercy.” he leaned down to suck a bruise on your neck, marking you. “my good fucking girl. only mine.”
“only yours.” you moaned. his jealousy spiked at your words, making him pound into you harder.
“damn right you are. only ever known my touch, my lips, my cock inside this sweet pussy.” his fingers tightened slightly around your wrists. “tell me who fucks you better than anyone else?”
“you.” you breathed out. “only you.” he smirked proudly at your answer, his pace slowing down slightly as he grinds against your clit with each thrust.
“that’s right, baby. i’m the only man who can make you feel this good.” he leaned in to capture your lips in a heated kiss, swallowing your moans. you kissed him back immediately, feeling his hand releasing your wrists. his kiss became possessive as his hand wrapped around your throat instead. his thumb tilting your chin up to deepen the kiss. “mine.” he growled against your lips, his other hand sneaking down to hook your leg over his arm, opening you up even wider to him.
“yes! fuck, daddy, yes!” you moaned. “just like that!” he broke the kiss to look at you, his eyes burning with desire as he watched you react to his touch.
“you look so pretty with my hand around your throat. so fucking mine.” he started thrusting fast again, his grip on your throat tightening slightly.
“i’m gonna come.” you gasped. he smiled at your warning, his thrusts becoming even more powerful as he chased your orgasm.
“come on, let me feel that tight cunt clench around my cock.” he squeezed your throat harder, pressing his thumb against your clit and rubbing in fast circles. his movements took you over the edge. your pussy clenching around his dick furiously, when you finished with a loud moan. he groaned loudly at the sensation, his own orgasm ripping through him. he buried his face in your neck, biting down gently as he filled you up with his hot cum. “fuck, baby. you’re so fucking perfect.” he panted. he pulses even more seed inside you, marking you completely. “mine.” he murmured. “all mine.”
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garagepaperback · 7 months ago
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What are your favorite drarry fics?
oh. ooooooooooooh oh oh.
here are my staples:
draco, the magic dragon - libbydrew a fic i first read on livejournal (showing off the varnish of my casket here) that i thought about regularly for the almost two decades i fell out of fandom. canon to me tbh. libby invented my draco rubric: proud lil showboat even when everything around him has gone to rancid shit, sarcastic and aloof personality as a poor facade to distract from the big ol' gaping well of hurt.
Potter took a great breath, then let it out slowly – a low whistle between his teeth. "Malfoy, I had no idea. I thought—" "Why are you here?" Draco cut him off before the idiot embarrassed them both. Their shared past was water under the bridge – even if Draco had drowned in it.
nightingale - michi_the_killer
another back-in-my-day fav, even though i can only stand to read half of it. actually even thinking about it is making me stare off in a distance for upwards of three minutes. this one i would hand off wrapped in about a million miles of caution tape. + also a huge fan of michi's gory veela fic.
It was better than fighting, Harry thought, although sometimes he still wanted to rip into Malfoy, to hurt him. Other days, he thought, it was better than anything.
rookie moves - peu_a_peu
what can i say that hasn't already been said - peu is a MASTER. if you somehow know who i am but haven't read this, reassess your life choices through professional means but not until after you dive in.
“Feels kinda big,” Malfoy said, smirking. “For a guy your height.” “My height is average,” Harry said, although he was undeniably glaring upward at Malfoy’s face when they stood so close together. “And it is kinda big.”
stately homes of wiltshire - waspabi another one that crept into my heart and made a home. hard to choose between this and waspabi's other drarry fic, but there's something about the decrepit manor that just does it for me. a perfect harry and draco, perfect soft reaching towards each other.
Draco smiled and dragged Potter from the shop before he could charm any more elderly ladies with his unkept, take-care-of-me-I’m-confused-and-have-nice-shoulders aesthetic. Once outside in the drizzle, he realised he still had his hand around Potter’s forearm. He yanked his hand back immediately.
i wake up falling - warmfoothills
warmfoothills :,) just reading this moniker makes me vision go soft around the edges. their writing has made me out loud, quietly say "oh," multiple times. the prose is darling, this story is such a brief, aching glance. it was also really hard to pick just one (flashback, warm nights i also go in for).
“I love you,” he says, unable to stop himself. Draco blinks, a barely-there flinch, like Harry’s taken a swing at him. “I know,” he says, still oblivious to the reference, oblivious to the way his words scoop right into the meat of Harry’s stupid, hopeful heart. “It’s not enough, is it?” Draco shakes his head. Above, the stars watch unfeelingly on.
the pure and simple truth - lettered no one does dialogue with the mastery lettered does. my GOD. my god. i feel like this fic is drarry perfectly distilled.
“What’s he going to be?” Blaise raised a brow. “Pardon?” “You said he says Hermione should be Minister, and all those other things. What does Malfoy think he should be?” There was something much like pity in Blaise’s eyes. “He thinks he should never, ever be forgiven for the things he’s done.” Harry felt ill. “That’s not fair.” “When has Draco ever been fair?” “I meant―” Harry swallowed hard. “That’s not right.” Blaise looked more pitying still. “When has Draco ever been right?”
far from the tree - aideomai
the writer i avoid talking about the most bc once i start i cannot physically restrain myself from going on about their beauty forever. i sat for forty-five solid minutes frowning, trying to choose between this one and in the hand. and dwelling. okay anyway. i keep a doc of quotes from fics that resonate and it's 50% aideomai.
Draco wondered what Potter thought of this day, in the future the twins came from. If he had told Ginny about it. If he had forgotten it. He couldn’t forget it, could he? It felt burned into Draco’s body already, a final point that he had been moving toward for years without knowing.
i could go on but i think seven is a nice solid number tyvm for this ask!
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deadsetobsessions · 9 months ago
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This is based off of that one tiktok from @sorruna where it’s the audio from Spider-Man: Into the Spider-verse.
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Dick Grayson was a sneaky, intelligent little shit.
He was also dumb. These things are not mutually exclusive.
To this day, one of his best kept secrets- one of the many, many that he had now- was something he’d take to his grave.
Or to Jason’s grave, at least.
Dick sat down and began telling the story to ears that would never truly hear it.
——
Batman’s voice rumbled behind him as Dick, in his Robin suit, stood blankly on top of a roof.
“I know you snuck out last night, Robin.”
Dick froze, train of thought about his dinner derailed. Holy busted, Batman! Quick! Play dumb!
“Who’s Robin?” He asked, the years of performing in front of a large crowd coming to save his ass.
Not that dumb!
Batman sent him a dry look, reprimand already poised on his lips. Dick, however, was nothing but a good performer. Nay, a dedicated performer.
Quick! Do something out of character! He shouted at himself, panicking visibly. He stepped backwards, an idea appearing in his head. In his defense, it sounded like an amazing idea at the time. He had no idea it would blow up into a Justice League issue. If he had known… Dick would have lied better, probably. There was no way he was going to let B bench him for weeks!
“Who the fuck are you?!” He yelped. Dick apologized mentally to Alfred and his parents. Batman paused, stunned.
“That’s my question. Who are you?!” Bruce asked, immediately hostile. His son doesn’t curse. Well, not in any normal way anyways. Dick quickly backpedaled by yelling at him with a heavy Vlax dialect, missing his parents terribly as he screamed stranger danger in rudimentary Romany. After this, he was going to have to convince Bruce to get him a language tutor. He refused to forget one of the only ties he had left to his parents.
“Wait, wait- you’re my son.” Bruce replied back, in perfect Romany. He looked more convinced but still skeptical.
“My dad is a circus performer! Not a flying rat!” Dick screeched back. He couldn’t help but feel touched about Bruce seeing him like a son.
“Oy! Keep it down out there, you assholes! Some of us like our sleep, damn!” A random Gothamite screamed out of their window.
“Yo, shut the fuck up! The vigilantes are helping to keep the rent low, motherfucker!” Another Gothamite shouted back.
….
Needless to say, Bruce quickly brought Dick back to the cave- with precautions to make sure he didn’t figure out where the Cave was if Dick was actually someone else.
——
“You would have loved it, Little Wing. B was running around like a headless chicken. The memory loss protocol was actually made because of me, you know.” Dick chuckled, sniffling as he talked to the carved gravestone.
It did not reply.
——
The blood tests came back. Yeppers, Dick sarcastically thought, who woulda thought I’m me?
Reinforcements were called in.
Meaning, Batgirl.
“Watch him while I contact Justice League Dark.”
“You think it’s magic?” Barbara asked.
“Yes. There was no one else near our vicinity that could affect Dick like this. He has no head wounds.”
“Eesh. Okay, go. I’ll watch him.”
Bruce disappeared in his zeta tube, looking harried. So, to everyone that’s not a Bat, he looked absolutely terrifying.
“What did you get yourself into now, Boy Wonder?” Barbara sighed. Dick was careful to keep any signs of recognition out of his face.
“Stop calling me that! Where are my parents?!” He asked back. Barbara coughed and looked uncomfortably away.
That’s right, Babs. I’m pulling out the orphan card. Feel bad. Dick hid his feral grin.
“They’re… uh, busy.” Busy being dead, Barbara thought, immediately wincing at her own thoughts. Apparently, Dick thought the excuse was lame too, and he sent her an incredulous look.
“Would you like refreshments, Master Dick?”
“What?”
Alfred held out some cookies on a platter, giving Babs a quelling look as she tried to reach for his share.
“Oh, wow, these are really good!” Dick said as he shoveled cookies into his mouth. He tried to replicate the reaction he had when he tried these for the first time, and from Alfred’s satisfied look, Dick nailed it.
——
“Robin doesn’t remember who he is.” Batman rumbled as he all but dragged Zatanna and Constantine by the scuff of their jackets towards the zeta tubes.
“Hey, wait-”
“We have no time.” Batman snarled, tossing the two magic users into the zeta. He punched in the destination.
When they got there, he glared at the two magic users until they got into the cave.
“Damn, Bats. Really living up to your name, huh?”
“Not bad,” Zatanna said as she looked around.
“Robin,” Batman- Bruce- reminded them. He did a quick glance over to check on his kids, and found them satisfactorily uninjured. Though, Barbara was looking worse for wear. Bruce quickly found out why as she stalked to him.
“You deal with him.” She muttered. “I’m going home.”
Bruce blinked and nodded. “Get home safe.”
Zatanna and Constantine followed Batman as he walked towards Robin. It was odd to see the normally laughing child frown.
“It’s you! The kidnapper! Where are my parents?!”
Bruce winced which, for him, was akin to a full body flinch and recoil. No wonder Barbara was so tired.
“Fix it.”
“Don’t get your knickers in a twist, Batsy.” Constantine grumbled.
“Well help, Batman. Though… I’m not sure if he should be doing that.”
Bruce sharply turned his head back to where Dick was. Emphasis on was. Because now, he’s halfway up the giant dinosaur the Robin had insisted they keep.
“Robin, get down from there!”
“Stranger Danger!” Dick hollered back.
Batman- Bruce Wayne- sighed.
“That’s high level magic,” Zatanna hummed. “I can’t feel anything, but I know for sure that he won’t die. Magic like that either dissipates naturally or…”
“Lasts forever,” Constantine finished.
Bruce groaned, shooting off a grappling line and swooping upwards to catch Dick as he fell from the giant dinosaur.
——
“I pretended to get my memories back later,” Dick chuckled. “And pretended to forget the whole thing. Bruce was so relieved that I stopped knocking things over and trying to do cartwheels in high places that he totally forgot I snuck out.”
Dick patted the headstone.
“But between you and me? I’m pretty sure Alfred knew. I think B pissed him off that week.”
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eveningepiphany · 3 months ago
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connection | one direction comfort oneshot
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summary: one direction are your best friends and how can you ever tell them thank you for everything.
warnings: not a single one, just feel good comforting one direction. we need it.
a/n: this one is for everyone who needs it.
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“I’m glad you guys are home”
“Y/N, none of us live anywhere near here.” Louis snorts the second your sappy voice echos in the lounge room. Not one of them lives here, but to you, this is their home
A mug of tea is hot against you palms, the room smells of sweet treats and is light only by warm lamplight.
A sigh cascades from your lungs, your head leant against Harry’s shoulder.
“Let the girl have her moment, Louis.” You hear Zayn chide with a smile on his face as he leans forward from where he’s rested on the couch to grab a cookie.
“This movies made me all sentimental.” You grumble, trying to now suppress the feeling swelling in your chest.
You glance around to the five guys laid in your lounge room. Your five best friends in the whole world.
Highschool is messy for everyone, and your experience was no different. God, if you hadn’t have met all of them, you have no idea how you would’ve ever survived.
Zayn in folded into the corner of your massive couch, despite how much room there is.
Louis the one who’s randomly claimed a spot on the floor, cushion under his ass even though again, there’s more than enough space on the couch.
Liam is sprawled out on your left, legs and arms hanging off the edge. A smile sits on his lips, content and at peace.
Harry is nestled on your right, allowing your head to seek refuge on his shoulder. He’s made sure he’s close enough to Niall to annoy him every couple of minutes.
Niall is cross-legged on the couch, mug of tea in hand, blonde hair tousled from Harry messing it up ten minutes ago for the fun of it.
“You guys are what brings life into this place.” You state, finality in your tone as your eyes avert back to the screen.
“Awww,” Niall coos, Harry whacks him across the head.
“Ouch! Bloody hell was tha’ for, I was being genuine you dolt.” Everyone chuckles, watching his hand come to cover his head.
“Oh, sorry thought ya were being sarcastic.” Harry snickers from beside you, chest vibrating in a familiar way.
“While these two idiots argue, I am appreciating your sentiment, Y/N.” Liam claims from where he lays, flashing a toothy grin at you.
“I just…” wow, are you seriously getting emotional over this? Surely it’s your hormones, or just stress manifesting into big feelings. But you can’t even get the sentence out without the feeling of a lump in your throat.
The sway in your voice draws all five of them to a silence.
They wait patiently for you to say something else.
“You all are my people. Having fun at home is not the same when you’re not all here. And when I go out without you all, I imagine the stupid shit you’d do to make me laugh.”
Bringing the mug in your hand to your lips, you draw a sip of tea into your mouth. Taking comfort in the sweetness.
“My house does not feel like home unless I’m in it with you five. You’re all like my family. I wouldn’t know where to begin tackling my life if I didn’t have you boys showing me how to do it.”
“Y’can’t tackle anything or anyone for shit t’be fair.” Niall remarks, trying to be funny but you can hear the appreciation that floods his tone.
“Shut up, Niall.” Liam shakes his head, smiling.
“Everyday, I thank whatever greater power that bought you guys to me. I couldn’t even begin to imagine a day where I didn’t know you all. And it’s something I hope I never have to live.”
“What im trying to say is thank you. For being my best friends.”
There’s a few seconds of quiet.
You have been like this with them before, usually when you’re about to get your period, when you’re drunk, or had a big thing happen in your life. But right now they all just didn’t expect it.
“No way, Louis are you crying!” Harry laughs, but there’s a soft and vulnerable lilt to his own voice.
“Shut up, ya prick.” He whines, hand cupping over his eyes and dragging down in exasperation.
At a glance, you realise they’re all crying.
“Oh god,” you gasp, guilt plaguing your voice, “sorry I didn’t mean to make everyone so emosh.”
“Emosh.” Liam mocks your choice of word with a soft tease, eyes shiny.
“Yea, girl. I need forewarning before you go dropping all that on me.” Zayn states, finishing the last bite of his cookie.
“We appreciate you more than y’know.” Niall drapes himself over Harry to half embrace you, half squash you.
As anyone would imagine, doesn’t take longer than three seconds for them all to be joining this impromptu group hug.
“Can’t breathe—“ you hissed out. Someone’s knee is digging into your hip, someone just headbutted you, and again, your whole diaphragm is squished.
Yet despite all of this, you’ve never felt so loved. You feel so much of it, almost like it’s imbedded in your bones.
“Don’t care!” Louis remarks, “your fault for dragging us all into your sentimental crap.”
“Thanks for being our best friend too, yknow.” A hum comes from Liam.
The hug doesn’t last too long, but long enough that when you eventually go to bed that night you’ve imprinted it in your memory.
How are there ever going to be words to explain how it feels to have a connection like this. One with people that you don’t see everyday, but that you feel always. It’s proven it can stretch a million miles and still feel the same.
These boys are your lifeline, and nothing in the world could change that.
Oh, how grateful you are.
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