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freedomfireflies · 1 year ago
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The Angel and the Fae
Summary: The one where Harry is an angel that falls in love with a garden fairy.
And even the heavens can't keep you apart.
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Harry thinks you’re the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen.
He decides this the moment he sees you. Resolves instantaneously upon a fleeting glance that you – with your long hair that flows beneath the crown of white lilies atop your head – will be the reason he falls from heaven.
He watches you from the edge of Aspen Hollow. Never once stepping foot past the sacred edge that surrounds the ethereal garden where you preside. Not even a feather from his wings is permitted to dance into such holy ground.
A fawn has crawled its way into your lap. Entrusting you with its care and safety as its eyes fall shut and it blissfully settles into your delicate and soothing embrace. 
You’re speaking to it. Softly. Comfortingly. Trailing your finger from its nose down to its spine.
“There, little one,” you’re cooing. Hushed yet reverent. “Sleep now.”
Harry considers himself lucky to be able to hear the way your heart beats beneath your chest. Steady. Rhythmic. Calm. You’re happy. Content and filled with tranquility.
He detects the exact moment you sense him. Catches the hitch in your breath and the jump of your pulse.
He readies himself to explain – to assuage you. He expects your fear, your resentment. Expects you to cast him out. Forbid him from returning.
Instead, you seem…curious. Hesitant but inquisitive, and when your head turns, his lungs just about cave in.
And in that moment, when your eyes find his, his purpose changes. His entire reason for existence is plucked from one instrument and played on another. A tune so beautiful, so melodious…it makes his heart sing. 
You’re watching him much like he was watching you. But you don’t move from your spot on the grass, instead keeping the fawn safely tucked away in your lap.
You blink, and Harry swears he can feel the flutter of it against his cheek. 
“Hello,” you call quietly, your gentle voice carrying across the few hundred yards from where you reside.
You must know he’ll be able to hear you, and Harry straightens up dutifully, his wings following suit. Expanding some as if to display a sense of chivalry. 
“Hello,” he calls back, equally as soft.
You seem to study him for a moment, and Harry swears this is the longest he’s ever gone without breathing. 
“You aren’t supposed to be here,” you tell him, and he nods once.
“I know,” he admits. “I suppose I just…found it hard to tear myself away.”
You glance down at the sleeping doe on your lap, and he feels his insides twist now that your eyes aren’t on him.
“I apologize if I’ve disturbed you,” he adds, hoping to encourage your attention back.
You hum faintly and brush your palm down the baby deer’s back. “You have not.”
This makes Harry’s mouth curl up into a giddy smile. “Then would you mind if I stay? Only for a moment? I feel quite at peace here.”
You regard him carefully. Inquiringly. “I would imagine an angel is quite often at peace.”
He considers this. “Peace is a privilege,” he finally replies gently. “And it is one that is often lost on me.”
This seems to surprise you, your lips parting delicately as Harry’s pulse begins to thump in his ears. “Then you may stay as long as you’d like.”
His grin doubles in size as he nods his appreciation. “Thank you.”
However, when he remains planted near the tall oak tree that sits beside the edge of the garden, you glance back over.
“Angel,” you call, and Harry’s entire chest caves in. “You’ll disturb me more if you hover like that.” 
He hesitates, looking over the soft but hallowed grass only inches away. “Angels aren’t allowed inside The Garden.”
“Not unless invited,” you correct, and he straightens up. “And I am inviting you in.”
Still, Harry can’t make his feet move, despite the way his wings are desperate to carry him to you. Centuries worth of warnings and guidelines are attempting to remind him of his place, of his duty and his loyalty to the heavens. But that does nothing to dampen his urge to go forth and take.
“Angel,” you repeat with a glimmer in your eye. “Come.”
And that’s all it takes for his foot to instantly cross over into sacred ground.
The moment his wings pass through the invisible barrier, a forceful wind ripples across the garden. Echoing between the trees and the grass as the billowing of air sweeps from flower to flower. All the way to the other side.
You feel your eyes widen as you watch him approach. He’s hesitant but intrigued. And perhaps you know better than to invite him in, but your heart aches to provide the handsome figure a moment of serenity.
He studies every petal and vine as he walks through, wonderstruck by the enchanted orchard. He smiles brightly when a blue jay swoops down beside him, the small bird fluttering around his head a time or two before disappearing back into the branches. 
And the angel laughs. A sound that resembles the moment a wave breaks against the shore. Loud and lively before it settles and softens.
“This is beautiful,” he says, and you nod.
“It represents serenity. A moment of calm before the next stage of life.”
You both look to the small creature in your lap, and the angel’s expression changes. “Are you saying hello…or goodbye?”
You smile gently, trailing your fingers down the sleeping fawn’s spine. “We are saying hello.”
Those clear, green eyes seem to sparkle at you as he grins. “Hello,” he repeats.
You nod again. “She’ll be sent down soon. The moment the sunlight disappears behind the mountains.”
The angel is intrigued, crouching down a few feet away as he studies the way you trail your palm over the soft coat. “Is it hard to let them go?”
“No,” you answer easily, smiling some. “They are meant to live. To flourish. To exist outside of this realm and give back to the earth what it has given to them.”
The garden falls quiet. You feel him watching you while you watch the creature in your lap. He seems to be wrestling against another question and you chuckle to yourself as the fawn awakes.
“Off you go,” you whisper quietly, helping the wobbling baby doe from your lap before it’s bounding toward the grass and disappearing out of sight.
Left alone with the quiet angel, you both stand and turn to each other. Now provided with a better glimpse of his large frame and sizable wings.
He straightens up under your inquisitive stare, feathers fluttering as the wind passes between you. “I appreciate you allowing me in,” he says tentatively. “I don’t mean to break your rules.”
“They are not my rules,” you correct, waving his apology away. “I believe that anyone who needs a moment of stillness should be given one.”
This seems to charm him. “And I believe you are the first and only fairy to think so.”
You grin. “Perhaps. But I’ve never understood the divide between angels and fairies. Both are providers of comfort and refuge. It seems silly to be at odds with each other.”
He hums, and you wonder if you’ve offended him. “I agree,” he says, and you feel your muscles unwind. “But the heavens have a different belief.”
“They believe that just because fairies were created by a different hand, we are not to be trusted," you snort beneath a quiet breath. "That we are all tricksters and supernatural entities unworthy of eternal salvation.”
“Are you?” His tone is playful, and you feel your smile return tenfold.
“I am a garden fairy,” you reply. “I tend to the trees and the animals. I don’t have time for tricks.”
His look of amusement seems to mirror your own.
“And you?” you ask next, gesturing toward him. “An angel without peace is like a heart without rhythm. Why do you come here when you know better?”
He takes a moment to consider his answer. “Truthfully, I don’t know,” he finally responds. “There was a pulling. On my soul. My wings. They led me here and I wasn’t quite sure why.”
“Well, have you found the peace you were looking for?”
His eyes meet yours. “I have.”
Another unspoken moment dances between you as your attention drifts toward the very plumage he displays so proudly. 
You’ve seen angel wings before but never this close. Never when they were near enough to touch. Truth be told, you weren’t sure you’d ever get the chance, and you imagine the quiet angel can hear your heart racing.
But he’s smiling at the way you stare. Seemingly amused by your fascination and wide eyes as you watch the cream-colored feathers flutter against the wind.
“They’re…beautiful,” you admit softly, attention following the curves and dips of each row expanding from his back. “Are they heavy?”
“Not normally, no,” he tells you. “Only in times of great sorrow.”
Confused, you raise a curious brow.
His grin grows. “Each feather symbolizes that of someone I’ve watched over. And when they move on, a piece of their soul stays with me. It lives and it breathes, and it is.”
He steps closer and you feel your breath catch, awestruck by the way the large pennons begin to curl around his frame.
“When their soul is happy, the wings feel weightless,” he continues, a far-off look in his expression. “And when they’re sad, when they cry…my wings cry for them.”
There’s a pleasant sort of ache in your chest. “You’re a guardian angel.”
“I am.” His arm outstretches for you, palm to the sky as he silently requests your hand. “Here.”
Hesitantly but with great keenness, you oblige his instruction, sliding your fingers along his skin.
The moment the contact is made, you both seem to jolt. Magnetized by the feel of his flesh against your own. A stark contrast that’s somehow hauntingly familiar. Soothing in a sense. Destined.
He brings you closer, guiding the tips of your fingers to his wings. Ghosting them across the soft feathers as you suck in a quiet breath and feel the entire weight of the world on his back.
He holds you for only a moment before allowing you to travel the expanse of his wingspan on your own. Delicate strokes along the rows of quills that seem to bask in your touch.
“How do they feel?” he asks quietly, almost as if not to startle you.
Your lips roll into your mouth as you search for the right words. Or any word that could even begin to come close to describing such an ethereal sensation.
“Magical,” you finally say, and he smiles.
“Certainly no more magical than a fairy.”
Smirking to yourself, you lower toward the grass, and extend your hand. Your fingers dance above the blades momentarily before you make a quick snap of your wrist.
Instantly, a flower springs forth from the dirt. Sprouting up out of the soil in full bloom as the angel’s eyes widen.
You pluck it from its roots and straighten back up before offering him the small, dainty lily stem. He steps forward, allowing you to guide the flower behind his ear and tuck it between soft, chestnut curls.
“How do I look?” he asks.
You laugh. “Magical.”
He holds your giddy stare for a second longer before he murmurs, “You’re quite beautiful.”
A bit stunned, you smile, and wave the compliment away. “You must be standing too close.”
With a cheeky hum, the angel suddenly steps back, his wings now fluttering about the air until his feet lift from the ground.
Then, his feathers carry him a few hundred yards away before he lowers back down, studies you, and calls, “Nope. Still beautiful.”
Despite yourself, you laugh again. “You’re quite forward for an angel.”
“And you’re quite timid for a fae,” he retorts, returning to you as a rustle of wind sweeps through your hair. “I was expecting a bit more fearlessness.”
“I’m only fearless when I choose to be,” you tell him. “But I just met you. Why should I share all my secrets when I don’t even know your name?”
The handsome angel considers this before nodding and stepping up to you. “Harry,” he says quietly, as if the answer is reserved only for you. “They call me Harry.”
A stunning name for a stunning man, and you feel your pulse jump while it makes a home in your mind. “Harry,” you repeat, making him grin. “That’s quite pretty.”
He runs his tongue over his bottom lip. “And what do they call you?”
You lift one shoulder in a gentle shrug. “I suppose I don’t really have a name. Or at least I don’t have anybody to use it if I do.”
His eyes soften while he glances over the crown of delicate white flowers woven between the locks of your hair. “Then I will call you my Lily,” he decides, and there’s a new sort of blossoming in your chest. “If I may.”
You struggle against such merriment. “You may.”
“Good.” He seems equally as enchanted, and for the first time in almost a hundred years, you feel mesmerized by an angel. Then, his chin motions just behind you. “The sun is beginning to set.”
Turning, you find that it is, and your heart soars as you eagerly reach over and take his hand to drag him toward the middle of the garden.
It’s an action made without much forethought, the need to feel his skin against yours almost like instinct now.
For a moment, you both hesitate. Unsure of the presumptuous act until Harry squeezes your palm, and silently encourages you to lead him where you’d like to go.
You take him toward the middle of the meadow, just beside the calm stream of water.
There, you find the baby fawn. Standing curiously on the other side, waiting to bid you goodbye.
You and the angel come to a stop on the edge of the grass just as the sun is filtering between the trees. Casting a golden hue across the orchard and setting the secluded hollow aglow. 
And just as the stars are beginning to take their place in the sky, the sweet doe meets your eye, and lifts its head.
You smile. “Goodbye, little one.”
Its left ear flicks before it turns on its heel, and leaps over the hill. Disappearing from sight as it’s carried into another realm.
Leaving The Garden behind.
Harry seems to hold his breath from beside you as he looks down. “And will it be okay?”
You lace your fingers with his and nod. “It will.”
Silence settles between the trees, between your hearts. It’s comfortable and it’s still and the faint sound of rustling leaves calms your racing pulse.
You look over and allow your attention to trail across his face. Taking note of each line, each edge, each crinkle. The shape of his lips, the slope of his nose, the curve of his jaw. The dimples in his cheeks and the dark hairs of his eyebrows.
He’s quite handsome. Alluring, in a sense, yet oddly safe. You imagine this was by design. To help those he protects, and comforts feel more at ease in his presence. 
And while you’re looking at him, you notice he’s looking at you, too. Just as intently, with nothing but admiration. He studies the faint, golden sparkles that litter your skin. The way they glimmer beneath each drop of moonlight, a common feature amongst fairies.
You imagine this isn’t the first time he’s seen a fae’s enchanted flesh. But he indulges in the sight of you, nonetheless. Indulges in your magic.
Then, he steps forward, and you feel the air shift.
“May I confess something?” he whispers, and you sense his slight hesitation.
“Of course.”
With a deep inhale, he tentatively reaches out his hand and ghosts the tips of his fingers along your cheek. “…I feel an overwhelming urge to kiss you.”
Your lashes flutter while the insides of your stomach twist and turn into impervious knots. “Oh?”
The corner of his mouth quirks up. “Mhm. And I know that breaks…every rule in existence.”
“And then some,” you breathe, struggling against the desire to push yourself into his palm. 
You wonder if this is part of the ruse. If perhaps you feel so enamored by him because that’s what a guardian angel does. It encourages you to feel more susceptible. Maybe this pull to him is nothing more than magic.
Still, it pulls you, nonetheless. 
“I want to kiss you, Lily,” he murmurs, moving closer until the front of his chest just brushes against your own. “And I’m afraid I don’t quite know what to do now.”
And you know the admonitions. Know the rules, the history between angels and fairies. You know that his very presence in this garden is inviting trouble into paradise, and yet…you have no yearning to tell him to go. 
Because you don’t want him to go. You don’t want him to take his hand from your cheek. You don’t want him to leave this sacred orchard at all, and even though every fiber of your being, every nerve-ending, and every cell in your body is desperately attempting to warn you…you push into his touch, anyway.
“I think…you should kiss me,” you finally say, grasping onto his wrist.
This answer surprises you both. Neither one of you understand it or have the knowledge to comprehend the repercussions. 
All you know is right here, right now. His hand on your face, his lips much too close, and his aura. His effortless ability to make you feel like you’ve just come home.
His thumb follows the outline of your cheekbone. “Are you sure?”
You squeeze his arm a bit tighter and nod once. “I don’t see why not. What’s the worst that could happen?”
He grins – a wide, toothy grin – and you decide that it might be the most beautiful thing in this whole garden. “What a fearless way of looking at it.”
With that, he kisses you. Presses his lips to yours and takes each strained breath from your lungs.
It’s hesitant and it’s unsure and it’s perfect. A moment in time meant just for the two of you, here beneath the large willow tree and the pale light of the moon.
Eventually, he pulls back, but he keeps himself close. His mouth moving to your cheek while your eyes fall shut.
And you drink him in. His scent, his skin. Memorizing each inch of the angel in your arms as you ask yourself what you did to deserve such wonder.
“I’m afraid I have to go,” he says. But it’s heavy, the way he speaks. “If I don’t return soon, they’ll come looking.”
You nod your understanding and swallow the lump in your throat. “Go,” you whisper. “You have souls to protect.”
This makes him chuckle before a wounded look of remorse settles on his expression, the palm of his hand slipping around the back of your neck.
He dips down to rest his forehead against yours, almost as though looking for balance. Stability amidst a sea of uncertainty, and you’re more than happy to offer it to him.
“My Lily,” he exhales, and the sound of your name on his tongue sends a shiver down your spine. “I am so glad my wings brought me to you.”
Smiling, you nuzzle the tip of your nose against his.
“May they bring you back again.”
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daaydreamy · 2 years ago
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harry shouldn’t have been there.
he shouldn’t have been on his cloud with four hands roaming all over his body. he shouldn’t have been enjoying it, letting out pleased little sounds. his skin was flushed from arousal and he was sweaty, tears were pricking in his eyes, from both humiliation and overwhelming pleasure. he didn’t know which feeling to focus on. he could feel their eyes on him, watching his every move and enjoying the sight of such a pure, innocent being beneath them.
“g-go…” he stopped himself quickly, gulping dryly. he dug his nails into y/n’s thigh and buried his face in the other, unsure of why he found the painful burn he could feel as y/n’s friend pushed into him slowly pleasurable. he couldn’t help but let out a sharp yelp when he swiftly pushed into him until he was buried in harry’s sinfully tight warmth to the hilt, like ripping off a bandaid. tears were now falling down harry’s cheeks, and he was still unsure whether it was from their eyes burning into his skin or from pure pleasure taking over his body.
“be careful.” y/n chastised her friend because they had learned that harry was extremely sensitive and she didn’t wanna hurt the poor boy too much. he let out a slightly annoyed huff, holding harry’s mushy hips tightly. she looked down at harry’s messy head of curls, running her fingers through them and letting him relax a little, before tugging his head upwards, hearing him let out an “ah!” as his back arched even further down, causing him to push back against the man behind him.
“p-please…”
“it’s alright, hm? we’ll take care of you, we know you need it.”
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freepaleatine95 · 16 days ago
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More than 200,000 people are trapped in the northern Gaza Strip and are facing a real famine and mass extermination. Also, more than a million and a half people are facing the same famine in the southern Gaza Strip.Speak up for them, your voice can make a difference in this unjust world.
Also save my families within these families
Save my families who are suffering from famine here 👈👈
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mrslectermoriarty · 24 days ago
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HE FUCKING DID IT, GUYS! HE FUCKING DID IT!
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@mishacollins we love you so much for doing this!
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tubesock86 · 4 months ago
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the scoobies (plus faith and spike)
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sam-the-hamm · 4 months ago
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Ok you guys liked my sketch so much... Thank you... He's a colored version.... (I took a psychadelic approach to "The Fallen Angel")
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winnie1emon · 5 days ago
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✧.* what happens after mattheo finds his sweet bsf moping after a bad date..?
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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
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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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tagerrkix · 10 months ago
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WHERE IS HE D:
(sorry for deleting and posting this again 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️ one tiny insignificant thing was bothering me and when I edited it it wouldn't show on reblogs and that kinda made me go 😠😠😠)
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grapejuicenharry · 18 days ago
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Angel blurb
warnings: titty sucking, kissing, smut, 18+
✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆ . ✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶. ⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶ ⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶
The morning sunlight filtered softly through the curtains. Casting a golden glow on their skin as they slept peacefully. The early rays brightened the room, causing Harry to groan as the light pulled him from sleep. Harry blinked, opening his eyes, and rubbed the drowsiness with his knuckles as he glanced to his left, where Y/N slept peacefully. He adjusted his body slightly, positioning himself so the light wouldn’t disturb her.
She looked adorable, her eyes wide shut, pink lips slightly parted with deep puffs of air. Her hair was a beautiful, messy halo on her pillow, their legs tangled together under the sheet, as if molded with each other.
Harry wasn’t sure how long he had been watching—maybe ten, maybe thirty minutes—when she finally stirred, mumbling some words he couldn’t quite make out as she groggily blinked her eyes open. He thought she looked too cute. A smile spread across his face looking at her. 
“Hi, good morning.” She whispers, her voice raspy with sleep, staring at him with her doe eyes. 
“G’morning, baby.” Harry replied, his deep voice. Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine at the sound. She stretched her arm with a small moan, earning an even wider smile from him. 
“Why are you smiling?” She asked, giving him a playful side-eye, amusement curling at her own lips. 
Harry shook his head, sliding his arm around her waist and pulling her closer.
"You just look too adorable.” He whispers while attaching their lips together.
Y/N gasped softly, holding back her moan as she kissed him back. Harry always woke her up this way—with kissing her or her pussy. She was a happy woman either way. 
“You’re the more adorable one.” Y/N muttered, pulling back slightly, while squishing his face playfully. He let out a chuckle at her silliness.
“Let me kiss you more,” Harry whispered while trailing his nose along her neck, prepping soft kisses there. “You smell so good." He breathed. It seemed like he was lost in his own world, mumbling sweet words in her skin while breathing her scent. His leg was nestled between hers. Y/N instinctively squeezed her legs when he sucked a sensitive spot. Her pussy clenching, already aroused. 
Threading her fingers through his hair, she pulled his face up to meet her eyes. He tried kissing her again, only to let out a whine when Y/N gently moved her face to the side. Not wanting to kiss him again without brushing her teeth, he ended up kissing her jaw instead while groaning.
  ༘˚⋆𐙚。⋆𖦹.✧˚
A soft breeze drifted in through the window. Y/N gasped at the cool wind brushed against her skin through the thin white top. Her nipples pebbled instantly, goosebumps covering her soft skin. The blanket, tangled around their legs, did nothing to protect her from the breeze.
Harry glances over at her chest, his eyes darkening at the sight of her perky tits, the outline of her nipples clearly visible through her top. He had always fantasized about those gorgeous pair of tits—the perfect ones. He loved everything about them—the way they fit perfectly in his hands, so jiggly, how plush and soft they were when he used them as pillows, and especially how they felt when he sucked on them. He was definitely a tits guy.
Harry gently ghosted his fingers through her goosebumps-covered neck, trailing to her nipples,��which were visible through the translucent fabric. He gently traced circles around it, not touching them directly. He kissed just below her ear, while gently nipping at it. She shivers at all the sensation. Her nipples growing even more perkier and tingly.
He gently pinched one of them between his thumb and forefinger. Y/N whimpered at the sensation, her body responding immediately as her arousal built, her underwear going damp. Harry watched her face, loving the way her eyes fluttered shut, her mouth falling open in a soft moan. The moment quickly turned into a heated one. 
“God, you are so sensitive, aren’t you?” He whispered, moving to the other nipple and giving it the same attention, gently rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers, then he leaned down, his mouth hovering over the fabric-covered bud before sucking it softly. “A-ah, Harry” She breathes, closing her eyes and getting lost in the pleasure. Her nipples were always so responsive to his touch. She could already feel her wetness pooling between her thighs.
Harry continued switching between the two; he alternates between licking, sucking, and occasionally pinching them. The light brown color of her nipples clearly see through the damp t-shirt now.
Y/N’s back arches off the bed as he makes her gasp with each flick of his tongue. She can now feel her arousal dipping to her thighs, a slow build that has her squirming beneath him. 
Harry gently lifts her damp top, exposing her bare chest to the cool air, and gently blows on her wet nipples, earning a loud moan from her while she threads her fingers through his hair. "Fuck"
Her plump, plushy breasts jiggle as he moves forward, kneading them between his hands, the areola glistening with his spit. His nose skims along the skin between her breasts before letting them dangle in front of his face. He lets them bounce against his cheeks while softly pressing kisses along the area. He thinks he could cum just by playing with them.
“You look so pretty like this, baby." He murmurs in her ear, squeezing one of her breasts in his large hand. Her nipples hardened even more at his words. The soft praise sending shivers down her spine. He uses his finger to lazily trace circles over her nipple before taking it in his mouth again and sucking it harder this time. 
Y/N’s eyes squeezed shut, her head falling back against the pillow. “Harry please.”
She whimpered, her voice a desperate plea as she squeezed her legs together, seeking relief from the ache building between them. She didn’t realize how close she was until now. Her body was trembling with need. 
“What do you want, sweetheart?” Harry murmured against her skin, “tell me.”
He can tell she is close. He looks up at her, meeting her eyes as he takes her nipple deeper in mouth, his free hand trailing down her body, close to her underwear, and stopping just above her waistband. 
“I want to cum; I’m so close.” She breathes out, clutching the sheets tightly beneath her as she rocked her hips against his thigh, trying to find a bit of friction. Her body tightening, tingling with every gentle suck and flick of his tongue. 
“Go ahead, cum for me, baby." The vibration from his voice, shooting straight to her core. He starts prepping kisses around her areola and nipping a soft patch on her breast, leaving her a hickey. “Show me how good it feels.” 
He blows another cool breath on her nipples and starts drawing circles with his tongue and fingers. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down; he knows she is on the edge, just from this. 
It hits her suddenly, her body jerking as her back arches. She feels the wave of pleasure crash over her as she cries out his name, clutching the sheets as she rides out her orgasm. Harry keeps going, drawing out every bit of pleasure until she is gasping and trying to catch her breath. 
He finally pulls back, lips curling into a satisfied smirk as he looks down at her flushed, blissed-out face. Y/N was still trying to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling, her eyes opening to meet his gaze. Harry’s expression softened. 
Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss on her forehead. “You did so good, love,” he murmurs, his voice comforting. Y/N blushes while resting her head on his chest. He pulls her closer, tucking her under his chin. His arms wrapped tightly around her as they drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms. 
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freedomfireflies · 1 year ago
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The Angel and the Fae | H.S.
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The one where Harry is an angel that falls in love with a garden fairy.
And even the heavens can't keep you apart.
Based on this idea!!
Part One:
~ The Angel and the Fae
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originalleftist · 1 month ago
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Re Washington Post, LA Times:
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daaydreamy · 1 year ago
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happy :-)
it was finally sunny.
“hey.”
harry blinked his eyes open slowly, bringing a hand up to his face to shield his eyes from the sun. a smile that was almost as bright as the light rose to his face when he saw y/n leaning over him, still dry, unlike he was. he sat up slowly and dug his hands into the sand, feeling her lips press against his cheek and doing the same right back to her.
“why have we never done this before?” harry sighed, watching the waves crash against the shore and the sunlight shining off of the water. drops of water were rolling down his warm skin and fell off of the ends of his hair, sand sticking to him.
“i don’t know.” y/n chuckled softly, bringing her knees up to her chest. she looked over at harry, resting her cheek against her forearms. he finally realized after a little while of staring, dimples popping in his cheeks and heat rising to them.
“let’s swim out?”
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freepaleatine95 · 20 days ago
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What is very strange is that all the American media are talking about breaking into the house of Mark, the owner of the famous squirrel, searching his house and killing his squirrel... I am against this matter and I condemn it just as the American media condemned it, but where is the American media? And its condemnation of what Israel did to the Palestinian people? ..the landowner
There is no harm in sympathizing with this issue and against what the government did to the squirrel, as it is an animal that deserves mercy. I personally love animals very much. Some love them too.
But what the Israeli occupation has been doing for a year and two months, killing, airstrikes and besieging the people of Gaza, has not caught their attention. It is strange that there are still those who support Israel. How come their hearts are not moved when it comes to children and people? Help my family here 👈
I thank the free peoples who support the Palestinian cause. There are many forms of support. Each of you has great love in our hearts, and the American people in particular.
Please continue to support us, we need it most.
To support my family here 🍉👈
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megustasqualo · 3 months ago
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damn dex
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