#Harry p x reader

[marypaol]

Say You Won’t Let Go

Harry James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: Harry wants to stay with her till they’re gray and old… as long as she doesn’t let go.

Warnings: Kissing? Talk of future? I think that’s it! <3

Note: In Harry’s POV yet it’s third person. I hope that makes sense to y’all. :)

Note #2: Based on the song “Say You Won’t Let Go” by James Arthur. Not the whole song though. (Some lyrics)

Between each lyric- time skip. Lyrics in italics! :)

Masterlist

Requests closed at the moment

Also started another blog! @honeychamomile1

I pulled you closer to my chest. And you asked me to stay over, I said, “I already told ya, I think that you should get some rest.”

“I’m so tired.” She grumbled. Her body squirmed under the blankets as she tried to seek a comfortable position.

“I know.” Harry chuckled in response, his fingers traveling along the skin of her arm as he kissed her temple.

She hummed, her eyes once closed but when he responded she fluttered them open, eyes sparkling at the sight of him.

“You’re so pretty, Harry.” She laughed out, hand coming up to stroke his cheek, then reaching up to adjust his glasses.

She pulled him forward with her arm around his neck, digging her face into it, and he thanked Merlin she couldn’t see his red face then. He pulled her closer to his chest, arm wrapped around her back as she was once now flushed against him.

“You should stay the night.” She whispered, snuggling herself deeper into him as she kissed the skin of his neck.

He squirmed at the feeling, the tickle sensation spreading from the area she was kissing to his toes. He sighed once she stopped, having to stop the giggles that were threatening to leave his mouth.

He leaned back, taking his arm out from behind her back so she wouldn’t crush it and stroked her hair out of her face as he looked at her.

“I already told you,” he sighed. “you should get some rest.”

She groaned at his reminder, hands reaching up to ruffle his already messed up hair. She was gonna be honest, there wasn’t a time she saw it neat. That that she was complaining, his feisty hair was one of her favorite things about him.

She then pouted when her eyes met his. He chuckled at her stubbornness, shaking his head at her.

��Don’t look at me like that, I have to go back to Ron.” He reminded with a teasing warning look.

“I was hoping you would stay when I gave you the puppy eyes.” She said, putting the show on again. He shook his head once again as an answer.

She pouted deeper, her eyes dropping before she gained composure again to hide the fact she was tired.

“Rude.” She muttered, dropping her hands from his hair.

He laughed on how cute she looked, kissing her pout away with a soft kiss to the lips.

When you looked over your shoulder

For a minute I forget that I’m older

I wanna dance with you right now

Oh, and you look as beautiful as ever

And I swear that everyday you’ll get better

You make me feel this way somehow

Harry could hear the shuffling from the seat next to him, his lover not seeming to be finding a satisfactory position to sit in while doing their work.

“I don’t know what to write!” She exclaimed, dropping her quill as she made movements in the air with her hands in exasperation.

Harry shrugged, peeking at the page number she was on in her textbook and turning to it in his own. The two were doing their Divination homework, Professor Trelawney wanting them to see how the next month for them will go.

“I’m about done with taking this seriously,” she started, shaking her head.

“You’ve been thinking I’ve been?” Harry added, but she continued, ignoring his comment.

“I’m making it up.” She decided, grabbing her quill and looking at her book, humming as she found a potential imaginary scenario that will most likely not happen anyways.

“I’ll….lose a bet….?” She suggested, still looking at her book.

Harry nods before realizing she’s not looking at him.

“Yeah, sounds good,” he replies. “Um…and I’ll…be unlucky for one week.”

She grinned at him. “Mine’s more believable.”

He scoffed. “My book doesn’t have any good ones!” He said as an excuse.

She laughed. “We have the same book!”

“Whatever-get me a different Divination book in the library, will ya?”

She rolled her eyes but got up nonetheless, searching the shelves for something better for the boy. Even though the book she was using was just fine.

She heard him close the book he was previously using and looked over her shoulder at him.

Harry just so happened to be already looking at her, and forgot everything he was thinking about moments prior. He forgot he was a year older since his birthday was in the summer, forgot that his mind should be focused on school work. His brain was occupied with thoughts on how beautiful she looked at the moment. Her eyes sparkled at the sight of him looking flustered just by looking at her, his bright green eyes something she easily got lost in.

He suddenly had the urge to get up and dance with her right in the middle of the library, despite his lack of dancing skills. He wanted to embrace her as a way to claim her his, despite the fact she already was.

Everyday she seemed to get more beautiful, more breathtaking, and more gorgeous.

Even after she chuckled at his act, turning away with thoughts all about him, a soft fuzzy feeling flooded Harry, making him feel all warm inside.

His fingertips became tingly, itching to touch her face her hair her everything. She just left him and he already longed for her to come back.

She did just that a couple minutes later, laying a book down for him as they exchanged smiles.

I'm so in love with you

And I hope you know

Darling, your love is more than worth its weight in gold

We've come so far, my dear

Look how we've grown

And I wanna stay with you until we're grey and old

Just say you won't let go

Just say you won't let go

“Say you won’t let go.”

The sentence made her head come up from his chest, her fingers halting their movements on his hand.

She looked at him and laughed halfheartedly. “What?”

He was serious when she looked at him, and so her small smile dropped suddenly at his serious mood switch.

“Say you won’t let go.” Harry repeated.

“You know I won’t, Harry.” She whispered, reaching up to stroke his cheek, the smooth skin soft beneath her finger tips.

“Promise?” Harry asked hesitantly, doubt swarming in his stomach.

She sat up then, and for a split dying second he thought she was gonna leave, leaving him alone in the bed.

Instead she sat on his lap, his back leaning against the headboard. She sighed, legs on either side of his waist as her arms came up, sliding up his shoulders before her hands wrapped around his neck. “Harry,” she whispered, leaning closer.

“I want to stay with you until we’re grey and old. So old we don’t be able to get out of bed, so old neither of us can hear properly anymore. So old that we both have wrinkles covering our faces and even more when we smile. And I do that a lot around you.” She added, smiling as she said such things.

“Really?” Harry asked, voice barely audible. But she heard him well, nodding her head. “Yes,” she started, leaning closer and pecking his lips, sweet and soft, loving and kind. “And I definitely won’t be letting go any time soon.”

“I love you.” Harry whispered.

“And I love you.” She said back against his lips.

I hope you guys liked it!

[nottsangel]

— hp porn links ੈ♡˳ 16k celebration.

warning: 18+ only. these are twitter links that contain porn videos. these are not fics.

includes: theodore nott, mattheo riddle, draco malfoy, tom riddle, lorenzo berkshire, pansy parkinson, fred weasley, george weasley, ron weasley and harry potter.

nav . m.list . drabbles m.list

— THEODORE NOTT

brother’s bsf!theo fucking you in your room

sex with toxic!theo after a fight

dealer!theo fucking you in his car

bf!theo using you as a stress reliever

— MATTHEO RIDDLE

roommate!mattheo fucking you while everyone’s asleep

missionary with mattheo in his dorm room

bsf!mattheo helping you relax after a long day

classmate!mattheo fucking you against his desk

— DRACO MALFOY

enemy!draco fingering you in the bathroom

draco pounding into you from behind

dom!draco spanking you when you misbehave

draco sneaking into your dorm room late at night

— TOM RIDDLE

dom!tom fucking your throat

rough sex with tom after you’ve been needy all day long

bf!tom fingering you

tom waking you up in the middle of the night

— LORENZO BERKSHIRE

roommate!enzo fucking you in your room

makeup sex with bf!enzo after an argument

dom!enzo fingering you

reverse cowgirl with bsf!enzo

— PANSY PARKINSON

making out with bsf!pansy

gf!pansy eating you out

pansy fingering you in the bathroom between classes

sleepovers with bsf!pansy

— FRED WEASLEY

bsf!fred eating you out

morning sex with roommate!fred

bf!fred fucking you after you flirt with someone else

riding fred’s face after a stressful day

— GEORGE WEASLEY

bf!george breeding you full

baking with bsf!george

morning sex with roommate!george

george fucking you raw after you pull the condom off

— RON WEASLEY

jerking off sub!ron

riding classmate!ron after class

ron fucking you against the wall

sleepy sex with bf!ron

— HARRY POTTER

needy harry fucking your thighs

missionary with harry

dom!harry fingering you from behind

shower sex with bf!harry

[natti-ice]

Marauders p links!

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18+ minors do not interact or click the links! Each link contains porn. All links are from twitter. You must be logged into Twitter for the links to open!

includes: James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Regulus Black.

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!

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— James Potter

69 with James

cumming all over your pretty face

Dom!James using your throat

James teasing your asshole

early morning stretch out

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— Sirius Black

Sirius’ cock twitching in your mouth

dom!Sirius being rough with your tits

bearded!Sirius having his way with you

riding Sirius while sucking off Remus

taking it like a good girl

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— Remus Lupin

late night backshots with professor!Remus

teasing both of you

dad’s best friend!Remus fucking you

being filmed as you fuck professor!Remus (long video)

Remus fingering you + jerking him off

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— Regulus Black

Regulus feasting on you

deep throating Reggie��s big dick

the night of your wedding

getting fucked by masseur!Regulus (long video)

Regulus giving your pussy sweet kisses

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[rafesslxt]

𝐬𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐩! 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 | 𝐩𝐭. 𝟐

nsfw | slytherin boys; mattheo, enzo, theo | pxrn links

part 1 | masterlist

do not open in public!

you have to be logged in into twitter! Or else it will tell you there is no post.

Mattheo:

Mattheo’s ego is bruised after you tell him your ex was so good at eating you out, so he has to show you what he can do with his mouth

Mattheo fucks you and slaps your face after you were a tease all day long.

Mattheo eating you out after a long day at work

Mattheo fucks you on the common room couch after Cedric flirted with you at a quidditch game Hufflepuff vs. Slytherin

Mattheo let‘s you tease him after you tell him you won‘t let him put it inside. Friends don‘t do that.

Theodore:

Theo sending you a teasing video after you told him you can‘t come over because you have to study

Theo and you skip class together so you can slowly and undercover ride him on a bench. What a good day to wear a skirt.

Theo fucking you stupid, spitting on your face and slapping your ass after you tell him "oh I bet there are gonna be so many hot guys in Italy" right before your vacation [favorite]

Theo showing you how he uses his fav instrument after you showed him how you played the piano

Enzo:

Enzo thrusting hard after he heard you talking to your friends that he always fucks you so soft

Enzo is such a good best friend. After you tell him you‘re sexually frustrated, he tells you that you can ride him until you come. Friends help each other.

Enzo using you just how he wants to

Enzo letting you slowly suck his cock for your of account while he games

Enzo‘s so happy when you finally let him fuck you even tho it‘s just the tip allowed. Friends don‘t fuck.

credit goes to all of the owners of the videos

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xoxo sarah <3

[winnie1emon]

✧.* what happens after mattheo finds his sweet bsf moping after a bad date..?

bsf!mattheo x angel!reader (fem pov)

word count: approx 2.2k

cw: MDNI!!, smut, bsf!mattheo, piv, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, finger sucking(?), lots of praise, mattheo is maybe kind of a perv idk lol, p link in the middle

a/n: sorry it took me a bajillion years to do this... sleep schedule is in the works :( + requests are open :3

Mattheo quickly flipped over the muggle Playboy magazine he had gotten his hands on the previous summer and fumbled with his zipper as he heard his dorm door swing open. Needn't to turn around as he recognized the familiar sound of your heels clicking across his floor as you kicked them off and slumped onto his bed, he clumsily shoved his small collection of magazines into his drawer.

Clearing his throat, he asked, "How was your date, he ugly?" He did not bother to turn around and face you, adamant about not showing you his flushed face.

Truth be told, your "date" was terrible. You had waited at the Three Broomsticks for hours, garnering pitying looks from Madam Rosmerta while you awkwardly stirred an on-the-house butterbeer, waiting for your blind date to arrive.

"Bad..." you managed to mutter, your voice trembling slightly. You had begun suffocating as your face was planted on one of his pillows, raising your head up for air and seeing the tear stains you left on the pillowcase.

Slightly surprised, he furrowed his brows, turning around his chair to get a full view of you, sulking, face-first on his bed. "Why? What happened?" he questioned.

"Didn't even show," you sniffled out, not looking up.

Concern washed over his face as he got up, readjusting his pants for the second time, before sitting gently beside you. He placed a palm on your shoulder, pushing slightly to get a view of you. You didn't resist, turning your body around, and giving him a clear look at you.

His heart ached at the sight of you; your dried-up tears, the red hue in your eyes, and the remnants of tears clinging onto your bottom lashes.

Mattheo brought his thumb to your face, swiping away at your cheek. "He didn't?" he asked softly. He meant to sound comforting and understanding, but his voice had a subtle tone of hope that you didn't catch over your small hiccup.

You shut your eyes, feeling new tears form as he pulled you up off your back, allowing you to sit against his headboard. Kicking off his slippers, he brought his feet onto the bed and sat beside you, placing your head on his shoulder with his arm slung over yours.

You both stayed in that position, silent, for a while. It wasn't uncomfortable, it was something familiar to make you feel better. Mattheo fidgeted with his sheets with his free arm and you felt most of the tears come to a stop. Lifting your head off his shoulder, you turned towards him.

"You're a guy right?" you asked.

"I'm pretty sure."

You stifled a small giggle before resuming your more solemn mood. "Do y'know why he wouldn't come?" you asked tentatively. Met with silence and his gaze set straight ahead, you prodded, "Like... think he saw me and left?"

"No. No way."

Mattheo had answered you quickly, even surprising you. You had expected a teasing yeah or a reluctant no from him, but he seemed dead serious. It wasn't like Mattheo was rude to you, merlin, you were probably the one person he was the nicest to, but he'd usually never pass up on an easy opportunity to make a joke.

Moving closer beside him, you peered curiously at his face, looking for any sign of sarcasm, but there wasn't any. "Really?"

The sight of your doubting eyes, the slight quiver in your lips, and the feel of your body pressed against his arm as you sat on his bed was all too much for Mattheo to handle. He wanted to scoop you up and mumble reassurances into your ears, but a part of him that he so desperately wanted to push away, wanted to fuck you senseless and show you how serious he really was.

Fuck. He knew it was wrong to feel this way when you sought comfort from him and nothing more, but he could hardly suppress his thoughts. Not when you stumbled into his room as he was about to relieve himself-- especially not in the strapless dress you wore for your date.

"Mm, yeah," he barely got out. "You're... beautiful."

You hummed appreciatively, feeling an unfamiliar blush creep up your face. Mattheo was your friend, and he had complimented you a few times before, but this was strangely... intimate. Grateful for him, you let your head sink past his shoulder and onto his chest and allowed one of your hands to play around with the material of his shirt, the soft cotton rubbing against your fingertips.

Tracing patterns on his shirt, his toned torso underneath; so close to your touch, you allowed yourself to be mesmerized while drawing swirls and stars on his shirt until you felt his body go taut and he cleared his throat.

"Oh-- sorry," you said sheepishly, retracting your hand. You sat back up, having your head properly rested against the headboard.

"No, don't be," Mattheo said. "I'm just, just a bit out of it right now," he told you, turning to face you.

"Yeah..." you noted. "You look a bit flush." You examined his face, his cheeks lightly dusted with a rosy hue and a very tiny bead of sweat on his forehead. You pushed yourself off the headboard, sitting straight up on the bed and your eyes wandered over him. "Are you," you began to ask in concern before your heart leaped into your throat from the sight of his very obvious boner. "...okay?" you finished, swallowing thickly.

"Don't even worry 'bout me," Mattheo shrugged off, oblivious to your wandering eyes. "Feeling better now?" he asked you, your tears from earlier no longer apparent.

Your brain still short circuiting from the sight of his boner, you paused before snapping back into reality.

"I-- uh, I don't know..." you said biting your lip. "I was really excited to go, but I guess he wasn't."

Mattheo searched for the words to say before you spoke again.

"Maybe I got the date wrong. Oo, oh! Maybe the place wrong?" you tried to convince yourself. "Merlin, who am I kidding? He saw me and decided not to show," you groaned. "I knew I shouldn't have worn this dress, I was kind of doubting buying it when I was at the store and-" you rambled before being cut off by a cool hand on your chin turning your head around.

"Hey- what are you doing?" you smiled sheepishly, caught off guard.

"Stop talking about yourself like that. You know it's not true."

You chortled, confusion etched onto your features, but nothing on his face resembled a joke.

"Stop joking, I'm actually sad," you finally drawled.

"M'not joking," he said. Before you could retort, he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss.

Your mind clouded for a brief moment before you began to kiss him back.

For such a seemingly rough guy, his lips were soft and welcoming. You could go days without pulling away, your hands running up his back as he cupped your face. Kissing him felt natural, something that you didn't have to work very hard to do.

You let your body take over and kiss him without worry and he seemed to do the same as he slipped his tongue in, taking you by surprise.

Knowing he already crossed a line by kissing his best friend, Mattheo couldn't hold back the amount of arousal coursing through him at the moment. Without thinking, he allowed a hand to trail down from your face, feeling the lines of your waist until it found your thigh. Pushing the blue silk dress upwards, his hand rested on your ass.

Not protesting at all, you leaned closer, with his hands beginning to guide you onto his lap. You both sunk on the bed, having you straddle him. The cool air hit your bare skin as he brought your dress even upper, the dress folding inside out on your waist. His hands ran up and down your ass, stroking the lace of your underwear.

He slipped his hand underneath the material, feeling the skin of his palms on your unclothed ass, groping and grabbing blindly. You continued to kiss him, resting on top of him warmly until you felt his hand ghost over your bare folds causing you to pull away from the kiss and elicit a moan.

You looked at him curiously, parting your lips before he asked, "Can I?"

Before you could contemplate, your body was already deciding as you immediately nodded up and down. His fingers trailed lightly on the outside of your slick cunt and you could hear him murmur to himself but the sound was blocked out of your ears as your mind was clouded with thrill.

Burying your head beside his head and into his pillows, you let out a shrill whimper as you felt him insert one finger. Slowly, he pumped it in and out of your cunt, slowly increasing in speed.

Entering another finger, your whimpers grew into moans and he turned to look at your heated face.

"Fuck, you're cute."

Unable to respond, you attempted to give him a sheepish smile that sent him over the edge.

His fingers pumped in and out of you with uncontrollable fervor, your fluids coating his fingers as you leaked out. You writhed around on top of him, small squeals escaping your lips as you felt your orgasm near.

"M-Matt..." you mewled. "I'm gonna-"

"Shh, shh," he said, bringing his free hand to caress your head. "You can come. Come on my fingers for me." He buried his fingers deep inside, curling them slightly as he found your g-spot.

No longer able to contain yourself, you let your orgasm happen, your cunt tightening over his fingers. Panting, your body went limp which gave him time to flip you over so you were below him.

Watching the look you sported as your orgasm washed over you, the way you were beneath him, and how your lips were swollen from your previous make out, Mattheo could've sworn he was going to come right in his pants.

Wasting no time, he pulled down his pants, boxers following, allowing his cock to spring out, the tip already leaky with precum.

Pulling down your soaked underwear, he positioned himself between your legs. He pushed in slowly, each agonizing second torturing you as you desperately wanted him.

He rocked his hips and you had expected him to go slowly like he did with his fingers, but he quickly set a pace, hardly waiting for you to adjust.

The world felt unreal to you, having your best friend's cock inside of you when just moments before you were moping about some mystery guy...

Mattheo tugged down the top of your dress, the lack of straps allowing your tits to pool out. Fondling greedily, he couldn't even contain himself.

"Can't believe he lost this before even getting it," he groaned under his breath. "Fucking clown."

Unable to get a word out through your whimpers and mewls, all you could do was blush bashfully at his words.

He brought his hand to cup your jaw, slipping his thumb into your mouth. Teasing, he pulled his thumb to the edge of your mouth, contorting your lips as he laughed to himself. "You look adorable."

He continued to tease, finding the faces you made amusing as he continued to use his cock to kiss your cervix. You were about to unravel again, your cunt gripping onto his cock as your cries grew louder, your hands scratching his arms. "Gonna come?" he asked. You nodded quickly, a sign for him to slow down.

"Are you?" you asked tentatively.

"Not yet. Wanna savor my time with my favorite girl," he cooed, leaning into your ear.

Your surprise couldn't last long as you came for a second time, your face scrunching up. You breathed heavily, still allowing your body to process while Mattheo took the time to pull out and turn you around, your knees sinking on the bed.

Mattheo wanted to frame that moment right there and then. Capturing the sight of you; back arched down, ass up in the air practically inviting him inside your glossy cunt, face buried into the sheets.

"I hope you're forgetting about that guy. I would throw myself off the Astronomy Tower if I skimped out on a date only to find out it was with you."

Entering once more, he threw his head back before letting out moans of his own. Unlike during missionary, he went in patiently, admiring the view of his cock sliding in and out of your folds.

"I'm going to come just looking at you like this, I swear. Want me to? Want me to come inside?"

"Y-yes!" you managed to sputter out. "Please..."

"The day I say no to you; just know I'm under the imperius curse." And with that, he came, spurting thick ropes of cum inside to coat your walls. "Shit..."

He pulled out, leaning down to watch the remnants of his arousal seep out of you. He pulled you upwards to sit on your knees on his bed before hugging you by the head, caressing you with his hands roving your body.

"Bet you're glad he didn't show now, huh?" he joked gloatingly.

"Yeah."

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[here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can]

James Potter learned his passion in the good old-fashioned school of lover boys

[ryrywrites]

Harry Potter P Links Pt. 2

(divider creds: @cafekitsune)

minors, do not interact. the links below contain porn and graphic nudity. you are responsible for your own media consumption, understanding that the links below contain porn and should not be opened in public. I will block minors who interact. All characters are 18+.

A/N: Y'all are Harry Potter fiends. Down horrendously bad 😭. Here you go, it usually doesn't take me this long to make these but there are a thousand Harry Potter boys omfg. Enjoy!

𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑷𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓

❃ Harry interlocks his fingers with yours while eating your cunt

❃ His first time giving, your first time receiving

❃ Harry's favorite position will always you riding his face until you're shaking, cum dripping down your legs

❃ He loves a good, slow fuck after a long day

𝑹𝒐𝒏 𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒚

❃ pushing you against a wall while he gives you backshots

❃ his cock is so sensitive when you touch him like this

❃ Yours and Ron's size difference was devastating

❃ Ron loves putting his sharp tongue to work

𝑪𝒆𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒄 𝑫𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒚

❃ leg-shaking, rough missionary with Ced

❃ you're just trying to make dinner when...

❃ the arch he has you in is so intense, you'll have back problems for life

❃ Cedric can always tell when you need a good fuck

𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒚

❃ back arching while he consumes your pussy

❃ spanking you to remind you who you belong to

❃ Fred's punishing rhythm after a fight is unreal

❃ Fred can definitely handle all that ass

𝑮𝒆𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒚

❃ his thighs are burning from pounding you in the shower

❃ George is desperate to get you off

❃ taking his dad's car for midnight rides always leads to this

❃ doggy will always be his favorite position

𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒇𝒐𝒚

❃ Backshots with Draco in his mansion

❃ Draco allows you to grind back on his cock

❃ Draco loves when you wear lingerie sets for him

❃ he enjoys the sound of his balls slapping against your ass

𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒐 𝑹𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆

❃ Mattheo needs to hold your hands while he gives you head

❃ beating your pussy with his fingers while he grips your throat and pulls your hair

❃ the way he finger fucks you right before he slides if in his heavenly

❃ Mattheo can't help but bury his seed deep inside you

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒕

❃ burying his fingers deep in your cunt

❃ sloppy toppy with Theo while he fingers you

❃ his teasing tongue has you crying

❃ he's always very tender with hair pulling

𝑬𝒏𝒛𝒐 𝑩𝒆𝒓𝒌𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒆

❃ Fucking in the forbidden forest

❃ rough fuck after he spanked you raw

❃ you're on your knees, getting drilled from the back

❃ he enjoys a different version of mutual masturbation

[1-800-ur-cyber-slxtt]

would it be possible to write another w2s smut? i eat them up theyre so good 😭😭

𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒; 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐒

summary: harry and reader are friends, nothing else. sure sometimes they flirt, sometimes their eyes linger on one another for a minute or two longer than a friends gaze should but that means nothing, right? one night after their friend group goes out drinking reader and harry end up back at his apartment, neither of them thinking straight. and when morning rolls around reader flees.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: smut, unprotected, p in v, walk of shame, drunk sex, shitty writing, ???

notes: definitely seems to call for a part two. comment ideas, e.g, they get together, hook up or things go bad and it ruins their friendship. this took me quite awhile to write and I feel like it sucks but thank you for the request! hope everyone enjoys!

divider credit: @xxbimbobunnyxx 

One shot turned into four, four turned into six and six turned into a number I’d come to regret even more when I woke up tomorrow. 

The alcohol quickly turned into liquid courage as soon as it slid down my throat. The same had happened to Harry, his usual awkward self turning confident, brave enough for us to both end up back at his apartment, clothes gone, abandoned in a trail leading to his room. 

His lips lay wet open mouthed kisses along my neck, sloppy but desperate. His bare chest grazing mine with each movement, my legs hooked around his waist, keeping him close. 

Neither of us were thinking straight, thoughts replaced with a primal need. Once morning rolled around and we’d both come to realise what we’d done, what would happen from there I wasn’t sure but I had a feeling it would alter our friendship forever. For the better or worse. But for now our bodies stay intertwined, moving in sync and drowning in desire. 

My manicured nails travel up his back, feeling the softness of his skin until they reach his head, fingers raking through the short blonde hair and tugging on it. A groan falls from his lips next to my ear, the sound sending a jolt of desperation straight between my thighs.

Harry and I had been friends for years but not once had we involved in anything romantic. Sure there was the occasional flirty banter, lingering stares and what could only be described as handsy moments, but nothing had ever happened. 

One of Harry’s large hands gripped at my thigh, holding it by his hip, the other rested on the bed just above my head. “Waited so long.”, he grunts voice gruff with desire, the tip of his cock spreading open my folds but never fully entering.

Soft whimpers spill from my swollen lips. My nails dig into the skin of his shoulder, leaving behind thin red marks. I could smell the alcohol on his breath as I’m sure he could mine everytime our lips met.

Involuntarily my hips buck up, searching for any kind of relief. The movement causing Harry’s throbbing cock to slide inside of me, a sharp gasp coming from both of us. He didn’t waste anymore time, his hips thrusting in and out at a fast pace. The heels of my feet digging into his lower back. A pain that only added to the pleasure.  

My head was dizzy from both the alcohol and arousal. “S’ good.”, the blond slurs as he buries himself deeper, his head coming down to nuzzle in the crook of my neck, sucking and biting messily. 

My head tilts up into the pillow beneath giving greater access to Harry. The hand on my thigh travels up my body, groping at my tit. He rolls the hard bud between two fingers, moans and whimpers echoing through the room. 

His hips roll against mine. His lips trailing down my body until he reaches my nipple, pinched between two fingers as his tongue swirls around the hardened bud. My back arches up into him, his movements losing their rhythm and becoming erratic. 

My climax was close approaching, drawing nearer with every snap of his hips into mine. My words seem to come out even more slurred, barely a coherent sentence, “Almost-, can’t-” 

Harry’s head nods feverishly, his eyes unfocused and hazy. He knew what I meant because he was feeling the same, everytime my walls clenched around him, his cock twitched, so desperate for release. 

My name falls from his lips like honey, as does his from mine. We rock back and forward, the pair of us a sweaty mess, reaching our highs simultaneously. My body shakes and shudders under his, the hot coil in my stomach tightening before it snaps. 

Trying to find an anchor I dig my nails into the flesh of his shoulder and large bicep. My legs barely have the strength to stay wrapped around him. My head spins, mind clouded with ecstasy. 

Harry keeps up his unrhythmic thrusts as ripples of pleasure run along my body leaving goosebumps in their wake. With a final string of moans and cries I reach my climax, pulsing and squeezing around Harry’s length. 

He gets me through my orgasm, chasing his own. Our breathing is heavy and ragged, mine disrupted by soft whimpers, sensitive to the over stimulation. It doesn’t last long however, as Harry summons a final sharp thrust, releasing in a hot spurt. 

He pulls out and collapses next to me, taking me into his arms. He lifts an arm and moves away a piece of hair from my face. We share a smile. “You were so great.”, Harry husks, voice hoarse. 

Exhausted we soon fall into a deep slumber, wrapped up in eachother. Nothing had to be said tonight, neither of us were in a state to be talking.  

The sun rose outside, sunlight streaking through the curtains and covering the room in rays of golden light. The morning came with a throbbing headache and a fuzzy memory. It took me a minute to register the weight against my waist, another to realise it was an arm. 

I follow the arm to find Harry lying on his stomach, face pressed into the pillow facing the other direction. The sight of him and his messy hair, marked back and the state of the sheets wrapped around our very naked bodies cause the memories to come flooding back. 

I watch the slow rise and fall of his body, making sure he’s still asleep. Confident that he is, I carefully try to slip out from under him, untangling our legs first. He stirs slightly but doesn’t wake. 

Finally out from under him, I begin gathering my clothes. Upon realising most of them were outside of Harry's room I let out a curse under my breath, silently praying that I wouldn’t get caught by his roommates, our friends.

Luckily, my bra and panties were in Harry’s room. Once I’d gotten them on I sheepishly made my way out into the main living area. I’d only been to Harry’s apartment a couple of times before but the surroundings were still familiar. I close his door behind me slowly, hoping to avoid a loud squeak or click. 

As I turn around to continue my quest of finding last night's outfit, I’m startled by a tall Calfreezy standing on the other side of the living room near the kitchen, cup of coffee in hand. The both of us are frozen in place, the same stunned look on both our faces. 

“Cal.”, I stammer unsure of how to approach the situation at hand. I stay standing before him in nothing but my undergarments, Harry blissfully unaware and asleep in the room next to me.

Cal finally lifts the mug to his lips, he speaks before he takes a sip, “So that’s where the two of you got to last night.” I don’t miss the slight smirk that tugs at the corners of his lips, a knowing gleam in his eyes. 

I swallow, nodding my head slowly. Now not only would I have to deal with Harry but also endure the torment from the rest of our friends that Cal would no doubt tell. “I think I’m just gonna get my clothes…”, I say awkwardly, an embarrassed blush forming on my cheeks. 

In the moment I couldn’t find anything lighthearted to say to lighten the mood. Cal however did not have the same problem, “Not gonna stay for a cuppa?”, he pauses briefly before he lets out a tut, “Walking out on a one night stand before he wakes up, Y/n? Classy.” 

I start gathering my clothes, his comment draws a chuckle from me. “I think I would rather not stay to suffer the awkwardness of the morning after conversation.” I slip on my short skirt followed by my even skimpier top. Nothing like the walk of shame. 

“Fair enough.”, Cal decides, taking another sip. He goes into the kitchen to put his (what I assume is now empty) mug in the sink. I take a seat on the couch to put on my shoes. I went as fast as I could, a quick exit was the best exit. By surprise my purse was here too, along with my phone inside. Wouldn’t have been the first time I’d lost them on a night out.

“So, you and Harry, eh?”, the tall blonds voice rings through the air as he walks back in, now without the cup. 

I don’t know how to respond, I didn’t have any of the answers to the questions Cal had. I shrug my shoulders, “It was nothing.” Maybe that was harsh, maybe it wasn’t, either way Cal doesn’t comment. He just simply nods as I stand up. 

“I’ll see you then.”, I give him a small smile before I keep heading to the door. I hear a quick ‘yeah’ from behind me and that’s that. 

I go out the door and I don’t look back. 

[platonicwithacapitalp]

theodore nott nsfw headcannons!!

nsfw 18+, minors dni (or do i cant stop yall)

warnings: implied sex, oral sex (both receiving), hair pulling, choking, dirty talk, p in v, praising and degrading, slight begging, possible more (pls tell me if i missed anything)

side note: italics are like flashback typa things idk what to call them lol

a/n: i was bad grammar and i make a lot of typos, i proofread it but if you find anything i’m sorry, it’s like 12 am rn and i can’t sleep lol also bare with me and the translations i used google.

miscellaneous

he LOVES giving you neck kisses, and leaving hickeys all over you, he wants everybody to know your his.

this man is a pussy eating god, not only does he live eating you out, he’s absurdly good at it, he loves the way he has to push your thighs back open when ever he lets out a throaty moan, sending vibrations right through your core.

he is horny 24/7 his sex drive is actually crazy, he go for rounds. he loves it when you start getting overstimulated. “please theo, i can’t,“ you whine, legs closing around his waist. “shh, it’s okay amore mio, just one more for me” he coos as he thrusts into you, his cock hitting your cervix making you let out a string of whimpers and moans. “fuck, quei gemiti sono così sexy, tesoro” (translation: those moans are so sexy, baby)

whenever he is giving or receiving head, there is always a common factor. hair pulling. whether it’s the way you tug and pull on his hair while he eats you out makes him go absolutely feral or if it’s the way he grips your hair, thrusting up into your mouth as he moans, either way he loves it.

he is 1000% a tits man. god he loves your boobs so fucking much. he loves touching them, squeezing them, anything, whether you’re fucking or even just cuddling (really doesn’t seem like a theo thing but he just loves being close to you and touching you)

he likes being rough, especially after losing a quidditch match or when someone flirts with you. he’s extremely jealous and he knows it. he loves hearing the way you beg him to let you cum. “please, theo, i’m gonna- fuck” you moan, your hips bucking up. you expected him to push them back down but he doesn’t, he just smiles smugly down at you “c’mon good girl, cum for me”

even if you weren’t together yet you were still his.

he has a thing for hickeys, he just loves the way you look with hickeys littering your neck and collarbones, leading down towards your chest. he thinks you look absolutely amazing with his hand wrapped around your neck, as he fucks you senselessly.

he definitely has a hair pulling kink.

he loves it when you call him teddy, it drives him fucking crazy.

he loves praising you and letting you know how much pleasure you bring him but on that note he also liked degrading, but he mostly degrades when he’d being rougher.

whenever he’s being rough with you and choking you he is always super gentle, making sure you can still breath, and that your okay.

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sorry it’s so short, i’m at school rn lol and i don’t want my ohine to get taken lol

— juelz.

[marypaol]

Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall

Harry James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: Slowly throughout your years of Hogwarts, and if the other person looks at the same time, you see your soulmate’s image in the mirror.

Warnings: Mention of Dementors? And kissing- that’s all??

Note: Wrote a soulmate one for Draco, now it’s Harry’s turn!

Masterlist

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[Story ends at Fifth Year]

First Year (Age: 11)

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“This is stupid, Ron.” Harry found himself muttering, staring at his untidy hair in the mirror. His reflection seemed to be mocking the boy, each second making him want to look away.

“No it’s not.” Ron insisted, staring at his bright red hair, freckles and all. He looked just like the rest of his family: flame-like hair and freckles scattering his cheeks.

“It kinda is, especially since we’ve been looking at ourselves for 10 minutes. I think I look okay, but I swear I saw my nose change form and I don’t know what it actually looks like anymore.”

Ron finally tore his eyes off the mirror, turning towards Harry. He titled his head, scanning his friend for a split second. He shrugged. “Looks like your nose to me. Not that I stare at your nose when I talk to you.”

“You’re doing it right now.” Harry replied instantly, unable to stop the grin pulling at his lips.

“Shove off, will ya? You asked.” Ron answered. Harry laughed.

Ron ended the daily mirror session with crossed arms, a grumble forming on his mouth as he sat on his bed in a dramatic way. “Never gonna see her.” He muttered.

Harry shrugged, and, with one last hopeful look in the mirror, joined Ron on his bed, legs dangling off it.

“Sure it’s fine- we just have to look at the same time.”

Ron scoffed at Harry’s attempt at assurance. “Yeah, like that’s ever gonna happen. You’d really think girls stare at themselves in the mirror all day.”

Harry once again shrugged, not really educated on the behavior of girls. When he saw a pretty one he’d stare for a while and go pink in the ears, but look away before she could notice.

“I couldn’t know, Ron.”

“Whatever. Come on, we have to go see what Hermonie’s up to. Reading a a ten million paged book I ‘spect.”

Second Year (Age: 12)

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“I think I look about normal now, how about you?”

Harry was looking at himself in the mirror, watching the last of the transformation from one of Draco’s disgusting friends back to his normal self. Ron’s ear was still a little big but they both watched it slowly shrink.

“‘Bout back to normal. That was weird.”

Harry couldn’t help but agree, but he also couldn’t help but look at his normal face for a bit longer than usual, trying to catch a glance at her.

“Lookin’ for her again?” Ron figured, raising a brow as he looked at Harry from the corner of his eye, now looking at the mirror too.

“Yeah… but it’s no use.” Harry decided, looking away. Ron went up to the stall Hermione was in, and let’s just say what was happening definitely distracted Harry from the mirror.

Third Year (Age: 13)

-

“We’ll bring you lots of sweets, Harry.” Hermione promised, looking pitiful at the boy while her and Ron got ready to head to Hogsmeade. Ron nodded, eager to leave but still look like he felt bad.

“Yeah,” he confirmed. “Loads.”

Harry bid them goodbye and started to wander around the castle, the Marurders map in his hands as he looked at where everyone was. The dots moved frantically as people made their way about, each labeled with a name so Harry could see everyone on the grounds.

He went to his dormitory first, setting the map down temporarily before glancing at the mirror recklessly. He knew she was probably at Hogsmeade right now, giggling with friends as they shopped for candy after candy so looking at a mirror was the last thing on her mind. He wondered what she looked like, and the more he stared at himself instead of her the more he wanted to know.

“Come on,” he muttered, watching his lips move in the reflection. “Just look in the mirror.”

Oh but she was. Just never at the same time as he.

Forth Year (Age: 14)

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“Harry Potter.”

Harry wanted the ground to swallow him. Every pair of eyes were on him, his cheeks turning a soft red. Hermione shoving him brought him out of his trance, encouraging him to go up to Dumbledore.

He stood up in wobbly legs, making his way to the Headmaster. The man handed him the piece of paper that had “Harry Potter” written on it, and gestured Harry to go to the back room with the rest of the champions.

The boy did so, meeting Cedric, Fleur, and Krum’s confused gazes, their eyebrows furrowed.

He stood there hopelessly, watching as people around him decided what they should do.

The dread news of having to compete was high, so high that he didn’t notice the mirror on the other side of the room. If he looked into it, for just a glance of time, he would’ve noticed sparkling eyes and bit lips, longing for a glimpse of him.

-

“Good luck, Harry.”

Harry turned around, the sweat on his hand almost causing his wand to slip out onto the ground. The girl stood in front of him, twiddling with her fingers but she still had a kind hopeful smile on her lips.

Harry couldn’t help but smile back even though he didn’t know her.

“I hope you do well.” She added. Harry’s smile stayed the same, constant and genuine. “Thanks,” he replied. “I’m gonna need all the luck I can get.”

She smiled a little wider, making straight eye contact for the first time in their conversation, since she was too nervous before so she avoided his gaze. His bright green eyes connected with her soft ones, and Harry didn’t fail to notice the gentle flush that spread on her cheeks. What he did fail to notice was that her eyes would be vaguely familiar if he just looked in the mirror .

Fifth Year (Age: 15)

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“Okay, everybody. Today we’re gonna learn about the Patronus Charm, which fights off a Dementor. In order to cast it, you have to think of a happy memory. Very powerful and strong. Think of the happiest moment in your life, and keep it clear in your mind.” Harry instructed, watching everyone wave their wands, happy moments in time flooding their thoughts.

The girl, far in the back, thought back to when she met Harry’s eyes, longing for the reflection of herself in them, hoping they’d be meant to be. It was too bright outside that day to tell, but the moment burned in her mind every day since then, the beauty green in his eyes taking the time to look at her, the moment she felt special.

The picture of him alone and his bright eyes was pictured in her mind, just like every day, but clearer for this moment.

“Expecto Patronum!”

A mighty clever fox whispered out of her wand tip, legs taking a stretch as it ran around her, causing a soft giggle to escape her lips.

“Fantastic!”

His voice rang in her ears, and she looked at him, the blurry whip of the silver fox being ignored as she scanned the room for the acknowledgement. Her shoulders sank a little when she found out he was talking to Neville instead, eyes leaving him and landing back on her fox who was still running in circles around her.

-

“Thanks for helping me clean.” Hermione told Harry, some things around them knocked over after the practice of the Accio Charm, a charm casted to bring a desired object to the wand owners hand.

“Of course.” Harry responded, watching Hermione leave as she soon said she had to use the restroom.

“Have you seen her yet?”

Harry flinched at the second voice, turning to see the girl who wished him luck before the First Task, staring hopelessly in the mirror.

He walked over to her, watching her eyes scan the mirror, noticing how she was biting her lip. Her eyes were sparkling despite the emotion that seemed to be crowding them.

“Nope; been trying since First Year, in fact.”

Harry looked into the mirror at the exact moment she turned away and looked at him in disbelief. “Really? First Year? I thought I was the only one.”

Harry chuckled, glancing at her face.“Well I didn’t know about it until my friend Ron told me.”

It was then it was silent, Harry not seeming to be able to look away from her eyes. She then smiled tightly, looking back at the mirror. He followed suit, looking at the same reflective surface as her, behind her shoulder.

He then saw no one but himself despite her looking too, then her face clear next to him, every detail but she seemed clear as a ghost, present but not. The boy blinked, making sure he wasn’t just seeing things, and he wasn’t. She was there, and he was there too in her vision because they both gasped at the same time, soft and surprising.

She looked at him, and he at her.

“All this time…”

“We’ve already knew each other…” he finished.

“That’s crazy.” She muttered, this time looking at him instead of the mirror.

He cleared his throat but didn’t make an effort to look away nonetheless. “So, did you accomplish the Accio Charm?”

“Yeah…” she muttered, more like whispered, her eyes moving down to his lips but looked back up to his eyes, her own swirling with something but Harry couldn’t tell what it was.

“Good…” Harry whispered back, taking a step closer.

“Did the Patronus Charm as well.” She added for conversation, since in this moment she couldn’t stand the silence. Harry nodded in acknowledgment, a sign to let her know he heard her, but they both knew he was half listening, his gaze on her mouth as well.

“Why’d you ask?” She found herself asking, not having the courage to lean in first, though if she could make any wish in the world at the moment it would be for the courage to do so.

“Just wondering…..” Harry muttered, breaking the space between them, soft lips touching hers. Her eyes fluttered shut, the warmth of his lips and face against hers surrounding her being and thoughts. His lips were smooth and soft, like pillows that she was laying on.

He broke apart first though, but only to turn his head to get a better angle, leaning in again as they found a soft gentle rhythm.

She dropped her wand, the clatter startling neither of them as her hands went up to his neck, pulling him impossibly closer, fingers diving into his hair, a soft sigh escaping him at the sensation.

They came apart for air, their lips still brushing against each other as they longed for the long lasting contact. She licked her lips, her tongue accidentally touching his briefly, another soft sigh coming out of his mouth.

This moment didn’t feel real to her, someone so special didn’t deserve her, but he was there and that was his choice; she could hardly believe it.

“We should go to the Common Room…”

Harry muttered against her mouth.

“Yeah… we should…” she replied, but neither of them made an effort to move away from each other, in fact their lips connected again, moving in softer movements than before, but the strong feeling in her chest was all the same.

[yonikun]

i saw other people mention this and i honestly agree.

Will smut writer PLEASE just stop using the mocking term ‘dubcon’? it’s coercion, please just call it that.

[unabashegirl]

Meeting her || Part II

Author's note: as promised here is the second part of this three part series. I am sorry it took longer to post, but I wanted por my Patreon subscriber have exclusive access to it. I hope you like it!

Golden boy

Meeting her || Part 1

word count: 3.4K

DISCLAIMER: The following chapter contains mentions of sex. Read at your own discration

Harry's kiss carried an intensity that threatened to sweep her off her feet. His hands firmly anchored on her hips to prevent any faltering. Initially resistant, Y/N found herself yielding to the wave of desire that surged between them, her conscience overruled and momentarily silenced.

Her hands, once resolute in maintaining distance, betrayed her surrender as they instinctively rose to explore the terrain beneath his shirt. The sculpted contours of his body, a testament to his disciplined routine at the club, hinted at strength and lean athleticism.

With an achingly deliberate pace, Harry's hands ventured beneath her coveralls, the contrast of her soft skin against his fingertips intensifying his desire. As he drew closer, the contours of their bodies collided, and she felt the undeniable evidence of his arousal against her abdomen. Normally reserved about such matters, the unveiling of his physique encouraged her, prompting her to guide them toward the couch.

Harry positioned himself between her legs, a commanding presence as he pinned her beneath him. His skilled hands deftly undid the front of her overalls, revealing the gentle curvature of her breasts. A brief moment of admiration passed as Harry absorbed the sight before him, his intense gaze leaving Y/N feeling both exposed and nervous.

Aware of her blush, Harry, without warning, leaned down and took her right breast into his mouth. Y/N watched, her fingers entwining with the strands of his hair, as the soft, whispered moans escaped her lips, filling the room with an intimate symphony of desire.

"Let me see those eyes," he murmured to her, his words accompanied by the rustle of his shirt sliding off his body. The urgency in Harry's actions betrayed a sense of haste, as if he needed to fast-track through the moment. It wasn't just for his own gratification; it was as if he feared awakening, as if this reality were too surreal and fragile to withstand the scrutiny of a waking dream. “There they are”.

Y/N helped him take off her overalls off her body and shyly watched him take off his joggers and boxers. She had lovers before, but never like Harry. They had been painters or artist just like her. She had never been with an athlete. His body seemed to be sculpted. He barely had fat on him. Y/N felt self-conscious as she sat on her couch only wearing a white thong and mid length socks.

Consumed by desire, he sought her by the waist, swiftly repositioning them until he lay on his back. On the opposite side of the couch, Y/N perched, an air of nervousness clinging to her. His intense gaze seemed to sear through her skin, leaving an indelible mark on the charged atmosphere between them.

“Don’t be shy, lovie” He took her hand and helped her to take off the rest of her clothes. Y/N straddled him, placing one of each of her legs on either side of him. She felt the heat that his skin emanated without even having to touch him.

"I-I've never been on top," Y/N confessed, her hips intentionally held aloft, avoiding the union with his. Submissive by nature, she had always yielded to the desires of others, a perpetual people pleaser. Her own wishes consistently took a back seat.

Harry found himself momentarily speechless. He had assumed artists, particularly of her caliber, were unafraid of embracing their sexuality. He had encountered many who were forthright in sharing their intimate experiences. Y/N, however, stood as an exception. Her admission of inexperience fueled his desire for her, creating a magnetic pull that seemed to intensify in the wake of her vulnerability.

They became one. She watched how he disappeared into her as their hips slammed against one another. Harry dig his fingers into her hips as he helped her find a rhythm that they both enjoyed.

“Teach me how to make you feel good.” Harry grunted. His words had enough power to send her shockwaves through her lower abdomen. She felt intoxicated and dazed as he continued to have his way with her.

“Kiss me” She demanded, so Harry reached up to the back of her neck as his hips followed her rhythm and lowered her head enough for their lips to touch and for her to moan into his mouth.

“Christ” He cried out from the sensation, pulling down her hips harder. Harry knew that he would leave bruises on her hips, but her moaning, the soft sounds she made or the way that her round breast bounced by his face, teasing and enticing him was all too much for him.

They were covered on each other’s sweat by the time that Harry finally released himself inside of her. His sight faded to black, and he could only see specks of white until his sight returned seconds later. Harry reaching his orgasm didn’t stop Y/N from continue working her thighs muscles.

Harry watched her as she continued to use him. Her chest and cheeks were flushed, and her hair was sticking to her forehead, but to Harry she looked like a Goddess. It didn’t take long for her to had arch her hips, her legs to go wobbly and for her to join Harry in bliss.

As the night deepened, Y/N stirred from her slumber, finding herself awake before Harry. The lateness of the hour was evident in the silence that enveloped them, a stark contrast to the usual symphony of city sounds. Her body rested atop his, a connection forged in the shared intimacy of the night.

With utmost care, Y/N gingerly lifted her body from his, each movement calculated to avoid disrupting his peaceful sleep. The room held the remnants of their shared moments — a delicate interplay of shadows and moonlight accentuating the contours of their entwined figures. Y/N allowed her gaze to linger on the tranquil sight of Harry, his features softened by the hushed glow of the room. In this quiet moment, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the echoes of their shared vulnerability in the intimate hours they had spent together.

Navigating her apartment with careful steps, Y/N made her way towards the bedroom in search of a robe or some clothing. The silence within her living space mirrored the weight of the guilt settling on her shoulders. As she locked herself in the bathroom, the walls seemed to close in around her, amplifying the echoes of her inner turmoil.

Inside the confined space, anxiety surged through her, transforming the room into a cavern of self-reflection. The magnitude of disbelief struck her; she couldn't fathom how they had ended up entangled in the depths of intimacy. Each breath felt heavy, carrying the weight of unexpected choices made in the heat of the moment. Guilt overshadowed the shared passion, leaving her to grapple with the consequences of a night that had taken an unexpected turn.

While Y/N and Emma weren't particularly close, Y/N couldn't shake the conviction that, regardless of their differences, Emma didn't deserve to be cheated on. Wrapping her body in a robe, Y/N gathered her thoughts before rejoining the living room. There, Harry sat on the couch, shirtless, occupied with tying his sneakers. The air held a palpable tension, a silent acknowledgment of choices made and the complexities that now enveloped their connection.

A surge of anxiety morphed into a fiery anger within her. The disbelief was overwhelming; he had been preparing to depart without uttering a single word to her. The weight of naivety and a tinge of foolishness settled in. He, it seemed, wasn't any different from the other men she had encountered—a bitter revelation that stung with a sense of betrayal. The emotions collided within her, creating a storm of frustration, disappointment, and a profound sense of disillusionment.

"So, this is all I am to you? Just a quick fuck, huh?" Her laughter dripped with sarcasm, cutting through the air to announce her presence in the room.

"You locked yourself in the bathroom. I thought you didn't want me here anymore," he responded, confusion clouding his features. The weight of guilt bore down on Harry, not only for betraying Emma but also for involving Y/N in the tangled web of their choices. The room crackled with tension.

"I'm not a bad person, Harry," she spoke with remorse, her voice choked with emotion. "But what we just did makes me one." Y/N fought back tears, the weight of guilt pressing down on her. "This can't happen again," she asserted, tears streaming down her face as she sought to externalize the overwhelming remorse within her. "It's not fair to any of us.”

"This isn't on you, Y/N," he explained, his words laced with a mix of regret and self-reflection. "I'm her boyfriend. I was the one who was supposed to be loyal to her." His admission hung in the air, emphasizing the role he played in the choices that led them to this point. “I understand if you never want to see me again.”

As Harry made his way toward the front door of her apartment, Y/N felt compelled to step closer, as if she could somehow halt the inevitable. However, her feet remained rooted, and her voice seemed to elude her. As he slightly opened the door, he turned to look at her.

"I just want you to know that I don't regret anything," he uttered, his words hanging in the air as he shut the door behind him. The finality of the action left Y/N standing alone in the room, grappling with the weight of those parting words and the aftermath of a night that had irreversibly altered the dynamics between them.

Night after night, Y/N found herself tossing and turning in the clutches of restlessness. The thought of reaching out to him tugged at the edges of her consciousness, yet every attempt to formulate the right words felt elusive. In those fleeting moments when she mustered the courage, a wave of self-doubt would wash over her, causing her to retreat once more. The cycle persisted for almost two weeks and her insomnia only made her crankier.

Finally, Y/N redirected her energy toward a new project. Engaging in sculpting for her latest project, she found herself immersed in the creative process, fueled by a restless determination. With minimal sleep, the clock striking three in the morning, she embarked on this new venture.

It was only a few hours later, after her coffee had cooled, and she went to the kitchen to warm it up, that she noticed she was sculpting a human. She began with the feet and had just started on the ankles.

As Y/N continued her sculpting journey, she found herself captivated by the evolving form taking shape beneath her skilled hands. The subtle contours of the feet transitioned seamlessly into the delicate curves of the ankles. The tactile connection with the clay became a meditative dance, each knead and mold bringing the human figure to life.

Lost in the creative process, she explored the distinctions of expression and emotion, her fingers working with an intuitive grace. The cold coffee on the table went unnoticed as she delved into the intricacies of her art.

A few days later, Y/N joined her father and brother for brunch. They had intentionally passed through Manchester to check up on her and insisted on a get-together.

"I love you, but you look terrible," her brother remarked as she took a seat in front of them. Y/N shrugged at her older brother and nonchalantly put her sunglasses back on, masking the evidence of turmoil beneath her eyes.

"Are you getting enough sleep?" Phillip, her father, inquired with concern for his youngest and only daughter. "You could always move back in with your mother and me if this becomes too much for you, honey." He reached for her hand, already settled on the table, and gently caressed the top.

Y/N and her brother, Archie, burst into laughter, leaving their father bewildered as he tried to grasp what was so amusing.

"Dad, she'd rather die than move in with you and mum," Archie revealed, a mischievous grin playing on his face. "I would too. You guys still love each other way too much. It's too much PDA for my taste."

"I thought you both would appreciate that we haven't ended up in divorce like most couples on earth," Phillip debated, a playful tone in his voice. "Ungrateful little fucks," he added, eliciting laughter from all three of them.

"How's Mum? Why didn't she come up with you?"

"You know how she is. She hates leaving the house and worries too much when we're away," Phillip explained. "How was the art show?"

"It went very smoothly. Most of the pieces were sold," she replied. "I think by the end of the year, I might be able to open the first permanent gallery."

"I still don't understand why you wouldn't let me fund it. So, you can dedicate yourself to just painting and not worry about down payments." Her family was very comfortable; Phillip held a high position in a large investment company. Y/N shook her head and put down her menu.

"You still don't get it, Dad. I need to do it on my own. I want to achieve it for my own selfish reasons."

"Fine, fine," he raised his hands, "just trying to help."

"I understand, and thank you," she smiled. "How about you, Archie? How's working for Dad? Is he everything you wished for?"

"He's the worst," Archie huffed just as the waitress approached them to take their orders. "But honestly, I've enjoyed it."

"I'm so happy that both of you are here. I really needed it," Y/N revealed. She had been going crazy in the apartment, and since she didn't have many friends, she hadn't gone out much.

"What are you working on currently?" Phillip asked her, genuinely curious about her new piece.

"A sculpture," she nervously shared.

"I would love to go see it," Phillip added.

"It's not going as I hoped for—" But before she could continue, making up excuses to keep her dad and brother out of her house, she was interrupted by none other than Emma. Surprisingly, it was the first time she was genuinely happy to see her.

"Y/N! I didn't know you came to places like this." Y/N nodded and awkwardly waved but remained quiet, anticipating Emma's usual backhanded compliments. "I haven't seen you in quite a long time. You've been distant."

"This is my dad, Phillip, and my brother, Archie. This is Emma," Y/N introduced them without forgetting her manners. "She's an old friend from college," she added.

Archie and Phillip greeted her with polite smiles.

"What are you doing later?" Emma asked. "I was just going to pick up some food before heading to the stadium to see Harry play. Are you guys fans of Manchester?" Y/N's body instantly went rigid at the mention of his name.

"Fuck yeah!" Archie enthusiastically jumped at the opportunity. "I mean—we would love to," he corrected himself after clearing his throat. Phillip turned to Y/N and shrugged with a smile. She wanted to scream and stop them from going. She didn't want to be dragged along. Y/N needed an excuse to miss the game.

"We don't have further plans. I think it could be fun," Emma smiled, feeling accomplished to have convinced them. She knew who Phillip was and how much he was worth. He was a big fish, and she loved the attention. Emma just had to win over Y/N's father. She wanted to be close to her family, just for the perks. "Honey?"

"Y-yeah," Y/N agreed, even though she felt like crying and sensed her heart was about to explode. What was she going to say to Harry? Would she even talk to him? Would Emma notice?

They were in box seats, which surprised Y/N. Emma had never invited her to sit in the box; they usually sat with the rest of the crowd. After all, not many people knew who Emma was or could easily recognize her.

The weather was great when the match started. As usual, Harry was in the initial team. Y/N noticed that he had allowed his hair to grow longer than usual, and he had a slight mustache. Despite the rougher appearance, she still considered him the most gorgeous man she had come across. The top of his hair was tied with a hair tie, causing a slight pang of jealousy, wondering if it was Emma's.

After half-time, the game took a turn for the worse, and the weather didn't help. It started pouring rain and became windy, but the game wasn't postponed. Something had set off the players from the other team, and yellow cards started getting pulled out.

Manchester was losing, and it felt like the team couldn't advance without getting pushed or kicked to the floor. It wasn't until the last twenty minutes of the match that a penalty shot was called after a player committed a foul on Harry.

"Oh god," Y/N whispered as she watched the players stand back and the referee place the football on the floor for Harry to kick.

"Since when do you like football?" Archie asked, noticing his sister's nervousness.

"I don't know," Y/N shrugged. "It's entertaining," she brushed him off, carefully watching Harry talk to the captain of the team while covering his mouth.

"If he misses, he is going to be hated for quite a few months," Archie said to Emma, who stood on the other side of him.

"That's his problem," Emma brushed off, showing a lack of concern. "He signed up to be a football player, not me." Y/N couldn't believe the bitterness of her statement. Harry was her boyfriend, and the least she could do was stand beside him.

The referee's whistle interrupted her thoughts, and seconds later, Harry kicked the ball with the arch of his left foot.

He missed.

The goalkeeper caught it.

Instantly, the crowd went mad, booing at Harry. Y/N felt helpless, wanting to scream for them to stop. She could see the disappointment on his face as he wiped the rain off his face while his team patted his back in solidarity.

"Oh well! They lost," Emma added. "I'm sorry I brought you to his worst game ever," she said to Phillip. Y/N rolled her eyes as she looked at Harry continue to play for the remaining match. "Would you like to meet him?"

"I have to get back to the studio," Y/N excused herself. "But if you two want to stay, that's fine."

"No, honey. We came to see you and spend time with you," Phillip said for both of them. "I appreciate your generosity, Emma. However, we want to spend time with Y/N. We leave tomorrow morning, and we still have a few things planned with her."

"That's fine," Emma coldly responded and looked back at the match. Y/N could tell that it had bothered her.

After the game, they ventured out for some shopping. Y/N confessed to her father that she didn't actually have to go to the studio but preferred spending time with him instead of hanging out with wet and sweaty men. Phillip laughed warmly, embracing her. He made sure to stock her fridge and handed her extra money for anything she might want or need.

Following the shopping spree, they enjoyed dinner at a fancy restaurant near their hotel. A driver later took Y/N back to her apartment after heartfelt goodbyes and hugs.

"I love you. Send me a picture of that sculpture. I'm sure it's great," were Phillip's parting words as he let go of her.

Returning alone to her apartment felt strange. Y/N had shared an incredible time with her family, making the solitude of her apartment even more palpable. Nevertheless, that didn't deter her from delving back into sculpting until two in the morning.

After a skincare routine, a bath, and a late-night snack at three in the morning, Y/N found herself tucked into bed. She closed her eyes, allowing the silence around her to usher her into a deep slumber. However, her peaceful state was abruptly disrupted by three knocks on her door. After much hesitation and grabbing the box cutter she used for opening mailed packages, she finally opened the door.

"I had to bribe your doorman to let me in with tickets," was the first thing out of his mouth.

Do you think Emma will find out and how?

[claymoresword]

Masterlist

Disclaimer: I write exclusively wlw content.

Published Works

Hermione Granger (HP)

Alicent Hightower (HOTD)

Rhaenyra Targaryen (HOTD)

Margaery Tyrell (GOT)

Daenerys Targaryen (GOT)

Missandei (GOT)

Cersei Lannister (GOT)

Lagertha (Vikings 2013)

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HARRY POTTER

Hermione Granger

Hermione x Reader:

I Choose Her

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Epilogue

Stand-Alone Series:

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Summary: You are the daughter of known death eaters from one of the richest and oldest wizarding family. Are you prepared to abandon everything you know for Hermione Granger?

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

Alicent Hightower

Alicent x Reader:

The Queen And Her Knight

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Summary: Alicent Hightower against her better judgement, falls in love with her sworn protector. Can she bear to fight her feelings or will she finally just give in?

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Rhaenyra x Reader:

The Realm's Delight

Summary: The entire realm of suitors tripping over themselves to take Rhaenyra to wife and yet the only person she has eyes for is you.

Alicent Hightower x Rhaenyra Targaryen

The Same Hunger

Summary: After a long day the only thing Alicent longs for is some alone time with her dear wife.

We're Burned For Better

Summary: Rhaenyra finds out Aegon is actually her son.

GAME OF THRONES

Margaery Tyrell

Margaery Tyrell x Reader:

Wild Nights

Summary: Margaery Tyrell has a long term secret affair with the King's oldest sister.

Daenerys Targaryen

Daenerys x Missandei :

You Make A Mess Of Me

Summary: An alternate universe where Daenerys Targaryen is Queen of The Seven Kingdoms and Missandei of Naath is her Queen Consort.

Cersei Lannister

Cersei x Reader:

Playing With Fire

Summary: Cersei is married off to Robert Baratheon but her sworn protector/the King's younger sister, happens to be the person that truly holds her heart.

Where's My Love

Summary: [reader's promt]

We Bleed The Same

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Summary: On the road from Winterfell to King's Landing, Cersei and y/n find themselves reconciling with both old and new feelings as fate seems determined to tear them apart.

Sequel to 'Where's My Love'.

Cersei x Catelyn Tully:

Come Out And Haunt Me

Summary: When her raven goes unanswered, queen Cersei Lannister decides to pay the Starks a visit herself.

VIKINGS

Lagertha Lothbrok

Lagertha x Reader:

Fatal Attraction

Fatal Attraction Pt.2

Summary: After a long day of working on your farm, you have an accidental encounter with a gorgeous shield-maiden.

[luvmyoui]

PT2 OF HER FAVORITE PLS

am i still?(your favorite)

spiderwoman!ahn yujin x fem!reader, spiderwoman!yujin x felicia hardy (black cat) GP!YUJIN

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: cheating, violence, cursing, mentions of sex, self inflicted harm

word count: 6,822

a/n: i actually finished this a week ago but i js kept putting off proofreading bcz of how long this is😭😭😭 ALSO EVERYONE ASKING FOR A PT 2 SAY THANKS TO @second-daughter-of-clexa, FOR HELPING ME W THIS!!

The black cat and spiderwoman save the city together once again. could this relationship of theirs exceed just friends?

you rolled your eyes and turned off the tv, switching the channel was no use because it seemed that black cat and spiderwoman was all they talked about. you hated feeling this way, you knew you had no right to even doubt her, black cat was someone who helped her out. you should be thanking her, but instead all you could feel was jealousy, something that was very foreign to you. 

you never had a reason to be jealous in the past, you were the one people were jealous of. much to your dismay though, you were now the one overcome with the emotion of jealousy. It didn't help that you were yujin’s first for everything, her inexperience in relationships led to you not being able to freely communicate with her (you liked to tell yourself it was that). you couldn't help but think that you were being unfair with her by doubting her relationship with one of her few friends. you feeling this way was the reason you could never get yourself to confront her about this topic. 

yujin was never good at talking to people, this was one of the main reasons she was deemed a loser in school despite her good looks. when she became spiderwoman it was like becoming a new person, someone more confident, someone who could stand up for themselves. when yujin became friends with black cat, her confidence shot through the roof. someone as sexy as black cat was showing interest in her. although at the time black cat did not show any romantic or sexual interest in yujin, things changed quickly. 

it started off with light brushes that could be excused as accidents, maybe her hand accidentally brushing against yujin’s bicep. small things like that. the small touches soon escalated though, the light brushes becoming bolder and escalating into lingering touches on places that wouldn't be deemed as appropriate had they stayed longer. 

the red that tinted her face as black cat would whisper things into her ear made her start questioning things. on one hand, yujin felt amazing that someone this hot would make such advances. on the other, she doubted whether or not this was even appropriate for friends to do. surely this wasn't wrong? what was the issue if all they were doing was talking, flirting isn't cheating. seeing felicia as a close friend, yujin went to her with these worries and was immediately reassured. they weren't having sex, her girlfriend shouldn't have a problem with what she was doing.

when the lingering touches expanded into small gropes is when yuijn started to feel like what they were doing was wrong. yujin knew that touching her dick was reserved for only her girlfriend. If this was so then why was felicia touching it? although it was just small squeezes through her pants surely this couldn't be right. this time she went to another friend, harry. harry had been her friend since before she was spiderwoman so surely he’d give good advice. 

“uhh harry i need your advice on something.” yujin said, scratching the back of her neck as she sat down on harry’s bed. 

“sure, what is it?”

“okay, so you know how I'm dating y/n right?”

“yeah….?” 

“okay well i have this other friend whos like smoking hot-” yujin started but was soon cut off by harry’s question

“how hot are we talking about?”

“super fucking hot, like shes hella pretty and has such big boobs bro, her body is so fucking sexy. anyways though, we’re getting off topic. she keeps making moves on me, like she’ll ‘accidently’ brush her boobs on me, and she keeps touching my dick.” yujin explained, air quoting accidently.

“holy shit dude, can we trade lives! how the fuck do you have all these hot girls on your dick?!” 

“bro I don't know, isn't it like cheating or something like she keeps on touching my dick and like flirting with me.”

“dude no way! you have two girls tryna jump your bones bro you have to take advantage of this situation. plus, unless you stick it in her pussy it aint cheatin.” harry said, encouraging his friend. 

after this conversation with harry yujin felt over the moon, he was so right. why was she worrying about her girlfriend when she had such a hot girl in front of her. with her newfound confidence from her talk with harry, yujin found herself reciprocating the advances felicia made on her. of course she didn't do much as she still knew her boundaries and that she had a girlfriend, but a little fun wouldn't hurt. yujin's advances consisted of nothing more than flirting back and maybe a little groping here and there. 

“It's been a long day you know, why don't you come over for a bit?” felicia said as she looked up at yujin while feeling the muscles in yujin’s arms which had now become prominent due to the exertion. 

“I gotta get home though, my aunt’s probably waitin on me…..” yujin trailed off

“it’s already pretty late, i don't think she’d mind waiting a little longer. you can just tell her you got held up.” felicia said, ending her argument with a small squeeze to yujins dick.

groaning at the action, yujin decided that that was convincing enough and put an arm around felicia’s waist to web them both to felicia’s house. yujin soon arrived at the familiar building which contained felicia’s flat. yujin had been to felicia’s flat many times before, but never for this reason. In fact yujin and felicia had never gone further than groping and flirting. 

as they stood at the door of felicia’s flat, yujin couldn't seem to ignore the small voice in the back of her head telling her this was wrong. yujin wasn't a baby, she knew that all she was doing with felicia was wrong, she knew what they were gonna do was terrible. she just chose to ignore the thoughts that faced her with reality. she chose to use harry’s advice as an excuse.

It was selfish really, she wasn't like this before, she despised cheaters. your ex had cheated on you multiple times and yujin hated him for it, she hated him for doing something so cruel to someone as amazing as you. 

It wasn’t until felicia was on her knees with yujin’s cock freed from the confines of her pants and now in felicia’s mouth that yujin started to doubt what she was doing. ‘no but harry said….’ was what she said to herself pushing down the thoughts that what she was doing was wrong. 

“fuck it, im already doing it. might as well enjoy it.” she mumbled to herself before clearing her mind of thoughts and letting pleasure overtake her. 

yujin had never been this rough with someone, especially not to the person sucking her off. she didn't know where it came from but she was filled with rage. why did felicia have to be such a slut and seduce her, this was all felicia’s fault. never in her life had yujin said such degrading things to anyone but she couldn't seem to stop the words from leaving her mouth. 

sucked up by her thoughts, yujin lasted much longer than she ever had, and soon enough when she opened her eyes it was y/n she saw on her knees. ‘seeing’ y/n yujin suddenly snapped back to reality, pulling her dick out of felicia’s mouth and shoving it back into her pants. 

“fuck, this was a mistake, i have a girlfriend.” yujin said before leaving through the window, not allowing a response from felicia. 

tears clouded her vision as she webbed around, the thought of your face utterly heartbroken when you found out was all yujin could think of. yujin had become the one thing she hated most: a cheater, and she was the only one to blame for this. soon enough, yujin found herself at your bedroom window pulling it up and letting herself inside. 

“hey you, i was waiting.” you said eyes still on the assignment you had on your desk. 

more tears flowed out of her eyes at the thought that while she was out with another girl you were here waiting on her. she was the worst, she hated herself so much. she needed to tell you what she had done, she had committed the worst crime and the guilt weighed heavy in her heart. yujin was never good at secrets. she felt butterflies in her stomach, usually she loved the feeling of them, it always followed with a warm feeling in her chest. not this time though, it was like the butterflies were trying to eat their way out of her stomach. she wanted to throw up, she felt disgusted with herself. 

not hearing a response you turned towards your window and felt your heart drop at what you saw. yujin was on your window sill, face buried in her hands, water leaking from in between her fingers. you immediately got up and went to embrace yujin, you didn't get a response from her, her face still in her hands as you whispered sweet nothings in her ear. 

abruptly yujin broke away from your embrace and before you could question it she ran to the bathroom connected to your room. she collapsed next to the toilet and began to empty the contents of her stomach into it. you sat down next to her and gently swept her hair away from her face holding it into a makeshift ponytail as you rubbed her back.

you didn't know if it was because she was vomiting or if it was something you did but she burst out into tears again when you started touching her. you didn't know what was going on but you continued to try your best to comfort her. she soon stood up from the toilet, flushed it, rinsed out her mouth, and then silently walked to your bed, curled up into a ball, and continued to cry. 

you slowly approached her and sat down next to her on the bed, you started to rub her back and asked if she wanted to talk about it. she removed the arms covering her face slowly and looked up at you, the sight of her broke your heart. It was one you never wanted to see again, her eyes puffy and red with tear streaks lining her cheeks. her mouth was drawn into a frown and her eyes looked terrified, you never wanted to see her like this again. It was too heartbreaking. 

she cautiously sat up and removed your hand from her and held it in her own contemplating. she slowly raised your hand and as hard as she could she brought it down on her face. the action shocked you, the slap having been so hard her face turned and the red handprint now marking her face. you tried to snatch your hand away not wanting to hurt her but she was much stronger than you. she repeated the action multiple times, just slapping herself using your hand, you turned your face away not being able to look. you could feel the wetness of her still running tears on your hand and could feel your hand start to sting from the impact. 

“yujin please, stop!” you exclaimed your own tears now flowing. 

seeing and hearing you yujin immediately dropped your hand now starting to pull at her own hair while murmuring sorrys. you didn't know what had gotten into her, when you finally turned to face her you were horrified by the sight, her lip was bloodied and her face now turning a shade of purple. maybe if it was someone else you would have been scared but right now all you could feel was distress. yujin was hurt, you never wanted to see yujin hurt. 

“yujin STOP!” you exclaimed, grabbing onto her hands and detangling them from her hair, to bring them to your face. 

you knew she could easily break away from you but she didn't, you knew she wouldn't. not when you were this upset. 

yujin didn't know what to do, she wanted you to hurt her. she wanted to be beaten black and blue by your hands, maybe that would ease the guilt. she knew nothing could atone for what she had done but at least this way she would be getting hurt along with you. 

yujin prayed that this was all a bad dream, that she hadn't really gone and cheated. she knew that once the trust between you two was gone it may never come back. she didn't know what to do, she wanted to tell you so bad but she didn't want to say it aloud, she didn't want to make it real. she had this feeling burning in her stomach, the feeling you get when you’ve done something so bad you can't tell whether it's a dream or not. the dizziness that makes you feel that maybe if you get pinched you’ll wake up.

but this wasn't a dream, this was real, the blood running down her lip being a confirmation if anything. she wanted you to yell at her, tell her she was terrible, that she was the worst person ever. but knowing you, you definitely wouldn't. you were too nice to ever do that. 

“im so fucking sorry, i didnt mean to i swear i-i- i just- i dont know im such a bitch fuck please- just hit me, yell at me, please.” yujin said, struggling to get a sentence out due to her labored breathing. 

she couldnt breath, she couldn't seem to get air to enter her lungs causing trouble in her speech. this frustrated her to no end, she was so mad at herself for not being able to get full sentences out. why couldn't she stop crying long enough to talk properly?

“baby…” you trailed off, a deep frown on your face seeing yujin’s state. “you don't have to talk right now babe, let's just sleep for now. today must have been hard, you need your rest.” you continued the frown only getting deeper. 

your sentence only seemed to set off more tears, what you said had reminded her of what felicia had told her not too long ago. reminding her of the crime she had committed. 

seeing that nothing you said or did was helping you laid down on the bed and pulled yujin down with you. you held her face against your chest and felt her curl up next to you wrapping her arms around your waist as she held you close. the feeling of her whole body shaking as she sobbed into your chest made you want to cry. 

you continued to gently stroke her hair until her breathing evened out and the shaking of her body stilled. you felt the tears running down your own face, she was finally asleep but you seemed to be restless. you had a terrible feeling in your stomach, you weren't sure if you wanted to know what she had done that was so terrible. 

you slowly removed yourself from yujin before carefully getting out of bed and going to your closet. you pulled out your longest shorts and a shirt of hers that you had stolen, none of your normal clothes would fit her. you carefully removed the blue and red suit from yujin’s body and changed her clothes as cautiously as you could. you didn't want to wake her and risk her not falling asleep again. you hid her suit in your closet, the same place you always put it when yujin fell asleep before changing. you laid back in bed and immediately felt yujin curl up into you, and before you knew it you had also fallen asleep. 

you awoke the next morning to the smell of pancakes, you found this weird since your dad wasn't home for the week. you went down the stairs to further inspect the origin of this scent and once you reached the kitchen you found yujin there, making pancakes. 

“good morning babe.” yujin said her back still towards you as you neared her. 

you contemplated bringing up last night but out of fear for another outburst you kept your thoughts to yourself. the last thing you wanted was to upset her. 

“morning” you mumbled, wrapping your arms around her waist and resting your chin on her shoulder. 

you left light kisses along what was exposed of yujin’s neck as she continued to flip the pancake on the pan. after she deemed the pancake fully cooked, yujin shut the stove and turned around in your arms. she leaned in and pecked your lips, a smile on her face. a smile that contradicted what she was currently feeling inside. 

although acting as if nothing had happened, yujin’s stomach was filled with moths. the butterflies that once occupied her stomach around you had blossomed into moths. moths that wouldn’t leave no matter how much she urged them out. 

she hated this. she hated secrets, she was terrible at keeping them and she hated to. especially secrets from you, keeping secrets from you was never something she wanted. she wished she could just spit it out, but she couldn’t. she just couldn’t. 

although the inner turmoil was almost eating her alive, yujin still kept a smile on her face. where she wanted to cry and have you beat her she smiled and pretended nothing was wrong. 

feeling your soft palm caressing her bruised cheek brought a blush to her face. you stood on the tips of your toes and slowly left a soft kiss there. she saw the sadness in your eyes as you softly touched the bruise after having your feet return to the floor. she wanted to cry, the bruise only serving as a reminder of what had happened. 

she willed the tears back, only allowing them to rest at her water line. she couldn’t cry, not now. you seemed to notice the tears that were on the edge of falling. you frowned as you noticed yujin still had a smile on her face despite that obviously not reflecting her feelings.

when yujin felt like she couldn't hold the tears in for longer she leaned her head down and rested it on your shoulder. her hands held your waist and pulled you closer. no noise escaped her, she just needed those tears out. when she felt they had dried she once again raised her head and smiled at you. 

“let's eat now, shall we?” yujin said, letting her hands drop, one of them grabbing onto your hand. 

she led you to the table, the plate of pancakes in one hand and yours in the other. she had you sit down and then went to the cabinet and took out some syrup. the both of you only ate syrup so she didn’t see the need to take out butter. she sat down next to you after setting the syrup down on the table and started to eat. 

you poured syrup on your pancakes and ate them, what had happened that was so terrible? you took the hint that she didn't want to talk about it but it worried you. yujin had never acted this way, this type of behavior from her was very foreign. the thought she didn't feel comfortable enough to talk to you about what had happened kept bothering you. had you done anything to make her feel that way?

“are you not hungry?” yujin asked, pulling you from your thoughts on what you had done wrong. you looked down to your plate and noticed that you had only eaten a couple of bites. 

“i’m not that hungry right now, but the pancakes are the best i've had.” you shot her a bright smile after the compliment. 

yujin beamed at the compliment and got up from her seat at the table, picking up both of the plates. you tried to insist that you should do the dishes because she had made the food but yujin was not having it. after washing the dishes yujin suggested going to a fair, and you obviously agreed. 

yujin’s gestures didn't stop there though, the whole entire week yujin had been the best she had ever been. not that she had treated you even remotely bad previously in your relationship, but she had been going above and beyond. she would show up at your door daily with flowers and showered you with gifts and affection. you didn't know why she was doing this but you couldn't say you hated this, anyone would love this kind of treatment. 

“mmh y/n you should really try this, it's superrr gooood.” harry slurred out leaning onto you and holding out a red solo cup. 

you were currently at a party, you only attended because it was one of your friends who was hosting. all of your friends had came with you but when you arrived they left to be with their boyfriends leaving you with harry. 

harry osborn, he was yujin’s best friend since they were in kinder. yujin was originally going to come to the party with you but she couldn't attend last minute, due to there being a burglary. she promised to arrive later but for the meantime she had sent harry in her place. 

you didn't respond to harry, only shrugged him off of you and went to the kitchen. 

“heyyy yujin, so what happened with that really hot girl that you were flirting with? did you guys finally fuck or are you guys still only touching eachother?” harry slurred as he followed you. 

what he said made you stop in your tracks, “what did you just say….?” you asked slowly, turning around. 

your response to what he said made harry's eyes widen and seemingly sobered him up.

“y-y/n… i- i that’s not what i meant, s-someone was just bothering yujin. it was j-just one sided flirting, not on yujin’s part.” harry said in a panic as he tried to clean up what he had said. 

 “that's not what you said, you said yujin was flirting and that they were- touching each other?” you said stopping in between what you said, questioning what he meant. 

“c’mon, you know how people say stupid things while drunk. yujin loves you, she would never.” harry said, trying to bullshit his way out of this. unluckily for him, you weren't stupid.

“so yujin- cheated…?” you said your voice wavering at just the thought, tears filling your eyes. you knew harry wouldn't confirm it, only deny so you didn't see the need to continue to listen to his lies. 

“no, she didn't, please believe me y/n!” harry tried to say but had to yell it seeing as you had ran away. 

harry had said it loud enough for everyone to have heard it, even over the music. it caused a sudden silence, even the music stopping while everyone directed their gazes to you. your friends, having heard this, came up to you and surrounded you asking what had happened. 

“s-she ch-cheated!” you exclaimed through your tears. 

they didn't need to ask who because they all knew only one person could cause this reaction out of you. 

“I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch.” your closest friend chaewon said in a low voice. 

you shook your head side to side through the tears, even after knowing what she had done you didn't wish for her to get hurt. no matter how much she had hurt you, you would never wish for her to be hurt. 

“what happened y/n?” another one of your friends asked, you could hear the frown in her voice. 

“harry was really drunk and he said, and I quote ‘heyyy yujin, so what happened with that really hot girl that you were flirting with? did you guys finally fuck or are you guys still only touching eachother?’ and then i was like w-what did you say and he tried to make up some bullshit excuses saying that he didn't mean it.” you said in between hiccups, explaining all that had happened. 

your story only seemed to fuel your friends’ anger, you were surprised there wasn’t smoke coming out of chaewon’s ears with how red she was.

“when i see that motherfucker it’s on fucking sight.” chaewon said and the rest of your friends nodded in agreement. “she wont be going home without a broken bone.” jiwon added 

you could only smile in endearment, despite your sadness, your friends loyalty to you made you smile. 

while on her way home, yujin received a message from harry saying that y/n knew what had happened between her and felicia. she could only curse at him for revealing the truth that she so desperately wanted to hide. her original plan was to go home, change, then go to the party but that was no longer an option. yujin didn't think she had ever been this stressed. 

when she arrived home, yujin changed and went down to her aunt and uncle's room. 

“uhh uncle, can i talk to you for a minute?” yujin saw this as a last resort, she needed someone to give her advice. 

“yeah sure, what’s up?” he said after your aunt exited the room.

“I uh i messed up big time, i- uh you know about my girlfriend y/n?”

“yeah, what about her?”

“i uh, i kinda cheated on her. but i didn't even kiss her or have sex with the other girl.” yujin added after seeing her uncles eyes widen

“well if you didn't kiss or have sex with her then how would you cheat?” her uncle said, seeming to think that yujin hadnt cheated.

“uh, she uh- the other girl i mean, she kinda uh gave me a blowjob… but i uhm- i didnt finish at least.” yujin said, a blush dusting her face, she never would have wanted to reveal this to her uncle.

In response yujin’s uncle just let out a heavy sigh, visibly disappointed in her actions.

“well buddy, I don't think there’s much you can do to fix this. you were completely sober when you made the decision to cheat. there's nothing you can do other than tell her and hope for forgiveness.” 

“uhm about that… she found out, not by me…” yujin trailed off scratching the back of her neck.

“well uh, you’re fucked. here's some advice for you though, if you've ever done something bad it's much better for you to say it yourself rather than someone else to.”

“but then what do i do now?” 

“just talk to her, tell her the truth. don't leave anything out.”

soon after finding out what yujin had done, jiwon called off the party, and insisted that you stay over at her home. you declined though much to your friends’ dismay, saying that you’d have to face her sooner or later. so here you sat, on your bed scrolling through instagram. you refused to cry in front of her. you knew she’d come over the moment she found out you knew and you werent gonna cry over the mistake she had made. 

soon enough, yujin was at your window pulling it up and letting herself in. you didnt look up at her, you didn't want it to seem like you cared. 

“look y/n i dont expect you to forgive me but i just really want a chance to explain, please.” yujin said, ready to beg for just a chance to explain. 

“what’s there to explain, you’ve been cheating on me, that’s probably why you’ve been spoiling me.” you let out a breathy laugh void of humor “wow, i’m so fucking stupid, to think it was because you cared.”

“baby please, let me explain. you’ve got it all wrong.” yujin said, trying her best not to cry. 

seeing how desperate she was you couldn't find it in you to say anything more, you still cared for her, no matter what she did. you shot her an expecting look and yujin took it as a sign for her to explain. 

“so uh- you remember that night around a week ago when i was really upset?” 

your eyes softened as you recalled that night, even the thought of it bringing sorrow. you gave her a small nod, waiting for her to continue.

“so uhm before that night you know black cat? well she um she kept on flirting with me but um i didn't really mind it because obviously it didn't really matter to me and they were just words. but uh yeah it became a problem when she started touching me, at first it wasnt really anything. just things that could be written off as accidents so i ignored it but then she started to uhm touch my uh my dick.” yujin said blushing at the mention of her dick

“but uh anyways, i obviously knew that only you should be touching that area because you're my girlfriend. so then i went to harry, and i asked him what to do and asked if it was cheating but he said that it ‘wasn't cheating unless you stick it in her pussy’ and that i should be really happy that two hot girls wanted me and that i should take advantage of this situation.” yujin said, blaming harry. 

“that fucking bitch.” you seethed, ready to deck him the next time you saw him.

“but uh yeah, so then um i just like didn't stop her from groping me and then one day she was like ‘come back to my place it's been a hard day’ and because harry said that it was only cheating if it was in her pussy i agreed. but when we got there she tried to kiss me but i didn't let her because my lips are only for you but um…. she- we- uh she gave me a blowjob but it felt so wrong that i couldn't do it. i couldn't cum because all I could think of was you so i told her that it was a mistake and that i had a girlfriend and then left.” yujin paused trying to gauge your reaction but when she realized she wouldn't get it she continued. 

yujin knew that her uncle told her not to leave things out but going against his words she purposely left out multiple things. telling you that she reciprocated what felicia was doing wouldn't help anyone.

“so then that day that i came to your home upset, it was after i left black cat and i was so mad at myself. I felt so disgusted that i even let her touch me and believe me, after what i did no one hates me more than i do. and um- that night i was trying to tell you what had happened. even that morning, i wanted to tell you while we ate but i couldn't bring myself to. almost as if, if i said the words aloud it'd all become true. i- i’m so fucking sorry, i know i fucked up but i love you and ill do anything to stay with you.” yujin begged, she wouldn't be able to handle you leaving her. 

“why didn't you talk to me about what black cat was doing?” you asked anger seeping through your voice

“I couldn't, you already didn't like her, even if you never said it i know you. and harry’s my only friend other than black cat, there’s no one else I could have consulted.” yujin explained, answering your question and your next one.

“well, i don't know what you want me to say, it's an undeniable fact that you cheated. as much as i want to i can't just ignore that, i had trust in you but now i- i don't know. i- i just need some time to think, for now at least i just need some time alone.” you said, the anger in your voice replaced with defeat. you couldn't find it in you to be mad at her, not after what you saw her go through that night, you saw how much she regretted it.

“i’ll wait however long you need. but uh- before the break starts, please can you just kiss me. just once, please.” yujin pleaded.

with the intent to fulfill her request you got up from your bed and walked towards her. you reached up and wrapped your arms around her neck, hers lacing around your waist. you pulled her down and slowly placed your lips on hers. for the first few seconds you two didn't move, simply reveling in the feeling of each other's lips. 

yujin wasn't sure when she’d get to kiss you again so she planned to make the most of it. you could feel the tremble of yujin’s lips as they glided along yours. the way her hands gripped onto your waist, almost like if she were to loosen her grip you’d disappear. she loved you dearly, with all that she was, she loved you. as her tongue explored the depths of your mouth it hit her, this might be the last time she did this. if it was possible, her grip on you tightened and she pulled you closer, not leaving any space in between the two of you. 

the burn in her lungs from lack of oxygen was starting to intensify, but she didn't care. she didn't want it to end, not this soon. but soon enough the lack of oxygen was too much for you to bear so reluctantly you pulled away. you rested your forehead against hers and gazed into her eyes. your soft pants for air fanning over her lips. you didn't need any words, a mutual understanding shared through your gazes. 

it was over, for the time being at least. 

The black cat and spiderwoman’s relationship confirmed? 

what followed the headline was a video of black cat flirting with yujin. you couldn't help but wonder if taking a break was a mistake, what if she didn't wait? what if she left you for black cat? these questions plagued your mind, you knew that you were lucky to have yujin, she was very attractive, and not only that she was such a sweet person. 

you couldn't help but wonder if you had made the wrong call. sure yujin wasnt responding to the constant flirting of black cat but that didn't help to ease your doubts. 

yujin on the other hand, wasn't in the best situation either. after the break was initiated she refused to leave her room for days, spending them crying over you. it was felicia who had come to yujin’s home and coaxed her out. yujin had told felicia honestly what had happened and how she didn't want anything with her. 

felicia accepted this, although accepting though, felicia kept flirting with yujin. yujin didn't see a problem with it though because she knew that it was simply friendly flirting. yujin didn't flirt back and would just roll her eyes from under her mask in response to the flirting. yujin had long accepted that flirting was a personality trait of felicia’s. 

though having caused a wedge in between you and yujin, she held no resentment towards black cat. if anything yujin was grateful towards felicia, the one who forced her out of bed. she considered felicia a very close friend and had nothing but gratitude towards the other girl. 

your eyes were glued to your phone, you refused to turn on the tv and hear more news about yujin and the black cat. you had tuned out all noise keeping your focus on the video you were watching. the sound of your window opening snapped you out of your daze. it had been weeks since you heard the familiar scrape of your window as it was lifted. 

your head turned towards your window looking to see who was there. a gasp escaped your mouth at what you saw. yujin was squatted on your window sill holding onto her abdomen. yujin had big hands, but they were not big enough to fully cover the gash on her side. her suit had rips all over it and you could tell by the swelling she would have a black eye.

you immediately ran over to where she was and she fell over into your arms. you helped her walk over to your bed and then sat her down. you told her to wait for a minute and rushed through your drawers until you found your first aid kit. 

although not being as qualified as an actual one, you had been yujin’s personal little doctor. due to her being spiderwoman, she couldn't really go to a hospital so she usually came to you. because of this little arrangement you had studied up a little on how to attend to injuries. 

you slowly inspected the gash and noticed that it was pretty deep but thankfully it hadnt hit anything important and with the right care it’d probably heal fine. you grabbed a small towel and applied pressure to the wound, you kept it there until the bleeding had stopped. you told yujin to hold onto it as you looked through the first aid kit for ointment. you quickly ran to the bathroom and washed your hands with soap thoroughly. 

you came back with a wet washcloth in hand and then kneeled in front of yujin. you went to take away the towel that was pressed against her injury but you were cut off by her voice.

“i’m getting major deja vu right now.” yujin said, her voice suggestive as she looked down at you on your knees.

you flushed at what she was insinuating and muttered a small shut up before going back to attending to her wound. after you wiped away the residual blood you went to apply ointment to the injury. after putting on the ointment you stopped, yujin had never gotten an injury this bad and you honestly had no idea what to do. 

“should i just wrap it up now?” you had never dealt with a wound like this, you were clueless on what to do. you knew that the only reason yujin wasn't losing an insane amount of blood and was still conscious was due to her having accelerated healing. but it was for that reason that you had no clue on what to do. 

“you’re the doctor here, how should i know.” 

at this response you simply shrugged your shoulders and took out some gauze. you carefully wrapped it around her abdomen until the roll was finished. you went to stand up after dressing her wound but you were stopped by her looking at you expectantly. you rolled your eyes and let out a small chuckle knowing exactly what she wanted. 

you reclaimed your position on the floor and left a soft kiss on top of the gauze covering her injury. after doing that you stood up, leaned down, and then left another kiss on her eye that was swelling. when you pulled away from her you could practically feel the satisfaction in her.

you walked over to your closet and pulled out some oversized clothes and threw them in her direction. you knew she could, but with her injury being on her abdomen you didn't want her to change herself. you walked back over to her and pulled her hero suit off of her, replacing the clothing with more comfortable pieces. 

you laid back in your bed next to her, the both of you just staring at the ceiling in silence. 

“do you miss me like i miss you? fucked around and got attached to you. friends can break your hearts too and i’m always tired but never of-” yujin’s out of tune singing was quickly interrupted by your groan.

“why are you like this?” you said in mock exasperation. 

“i'm always tired but never of you, if i pulled a you on you you wo-” yujin continued, a wide grin on her face.

“please for the love of god stop!” you groaned, you would never admit it, but you loved it when she did stupid things like this.

“hmm, i guess a kiss could shut me up.” yujin said, a finger on her chin as if she was in deep thought.

“and what makes you think you deserve a kiss?” you questioned turning around on your side to face her.

she turned her head to face you and pouted, “i got injured after saving the city, i deserve it for my hard work.” yujin whined

you slowly leaned in, your lips ghosting over hers, “only because you're my favorite hero.” you breathed out before pressing your lips into hers. 

[ryrywrites]

Harry Potter P Links

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A/N: All of the characters are 18+. So Harry Potter won the vote. It was such a close call, I was on the edge of my seat. You guys ask, you shall receive. You guys have been so supportive and loved the last p links. Thank you for all the support and votes💗 I'll be posting a new poll in a day or two so you guys can let me know what I should do next. Enjoy, babes!

𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑷𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓

❃ he loves admiring you while you're on top

❃ he's got you arching your back hard

❃ Harry loves to tease you when he gives you head

❃ Harry's head pt. 2

𝑹𝒐𝒏 𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒚

❃ pounding your pussy after a rough Quidditch game

❃ you usually can't stand gaming...

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𝑪𝒆𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒄 𝑫𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒚

❃ hitting that perfect spot with every thrust

❃ fucking in the library

❃ drooling from being fucked stupid

❃ milking him until he's shaking

𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒚

❃ being fucked midair gives you life

❃ breeding in the room of requirement

❃ your hands held behind your back while he slides into you

❃ you can barely take him all

𝑮𝒆𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒚

❃ George loves the size difference for more than one reason

❃ backshots in the burrow when no one's home

❃ splitting you open while you wear one of his shirts

❃ he doesn't hold back cause he knows you can take it

𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒇𝒐𝒚

❃ fucking you up against the wall

❃ Draco has to bury his head in a pillow so no one's hears his moans

❃ loves to watch you ride him

❃ Draco can handle all of you

𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒐 𝑹𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆

❃ you're a Hufflepuff but you wear his colors for him

❃ his grip is breaking your back

❃ hate fucking with Mattheo after a fight

❃ nobody else can eat it like Mattheo

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒕

❃ you tried taking control but he can't help fucking up into you

❃ Theo gives the most mind-blowing head

❃ going dumb and following all his orders

❃ you tell him you won't break and he does this

𝑬𝒏𝒛𝒐 𝑩𝒆𝒓𝒌𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒆

❃ being teased in his dorm

❃ shaky orgasms back to back

❃ head is a gift from Enzo

❃ this is how you solve disagreements

[gracesmusings4adults]

Thinking about starting a Dark!Harry Potter Series. I’m down to expand the universe but I think I’ll start with Dark!George Weasley x Reader x Dark!Fred Weasley

It will start with George and the reader. Fred walks in on “accident”. Except that accident keeps repeating itself.

Soon enough the reader can’t get the other Weasley brother out of her head. But lucky for her the twins are both willing to give her whatever she wants and more.

It will contain dark themes.

Is there any interest? 👀😅