#harry writting

[oodlesodoodles]

Harry squeezes a local Club manager to let them have a swim in the fancy ass pool in return for keeping a drugging/poisoning case quiet

[sinfulslytherin]

A Quiet Night

Summary: The Students of Hogwarts have to spend the night in the great hall. You sleep between Draco and your boyfriend, who seems to be more busy with Daphne. And Draco seems to be more interested in you...

Trigger warning: mature content, sexual content, degrading, public sexual activities

Graham,Blaise,Pansy,Daphne,Adrian, Draco and I stand infront of 7 sleeping.

Pansy and Blaise obviously sleep next to each other since they are in a relationship. Daphne instantly jumps onto the sleeping bag on the other side of Pansy in order to sleep next to her. The two if them seem to be reqlly good friends now.

Graham obviously wants to sleep next to Daphne.

Since Adrian sleeps in the sleeping bag next to Blaise, my only option is to sleep between Graham and Draco.

Graham doesn't seem to bother that blondie will sleep only a few inches away from me. Probably because he is busy with Daphne.

We lay down and the lights get dimmer and dimmer until the room is full of darkness. The only weak light that we get is the moon light that shines through the huge windows of the great hall.

I can hear Graham and Daphne chat for a long time. They talk about Quidditch,classes and even past relationships.

At least he didn't talk about me.

I already know that I won't be able to sleep.

It gets completly quiet after some time and I feel like everyone is asleep.

I can't hear Daphnes annoying voice anymore. I can't hear anyones voice. It seems peaceful.

I suddenly feel Graham lean over to me.

I take back the 'peaceful' part.

"I need you...please..." He whispers in my ear as he starts to leave light kisses on my neck. The kisses feel like small needles that poke into my skin.

I know he's probably horny because he is next to Daphne.

"But-" I try to talk my way out but it's no use.

"Amara, now. Please." He begs.

I don't know why but I follow his plead.

Probably because I hope that I'll be able to eat properly tomorrow.

My hand wanders down between his legs.

My hand squeezes his already hard member and I can feel him twitch in my hand.

I turn off my thoughts and just concentrate on the movement of my hand.

I don't even have to pray for a quick finish as I can feel him already being close.

He pushes my hand away and I see that he uses some napkins to prevent a mess.

Well. That was fast.

Graham was never the best in bed. He looks out for himself and doesn't bother to help the other one finish.

"Thank you, Da-

Amara." Graham mumbles already half asleep as he gives me a half hearted kiss on my forehead.

I internally scoff.

He seriously just wanted to call me Daphne.

I know who you pretend I am, Graham.

I hear snoring next to me and know that Graham is definitly asleep now.

I chuckle bitterly and ignore the few small tears that build up in my eyes. I know he doesn't love me but it's hard to unlove someone when they gave you your first time...even when it sucked.

He saw me in such a vunerable state.

It's hard to realize that I won't experience something real with someone else because Graham has my hands tied. He's my future.

I probably would've declined but he could have at least asked if I want to...too.

"Didn't even try to return the favor. Asshole." I quietyly curse under my breath.

I decide that I should try to sleep as well.

♤•♤•♤•♤•♤•♤•♤•♤•♤•♤•♤•♤

It's hard for me to fall asleep and the only thing that I get is a weird state of being half asleep and half awake. I start to feel hot after one hour of trying to sleep so I jump out of the sleeping bag and ly myself on it just like Draco and Graham did.

I feel myself getting more tired again and hope that I finally fall asleep.

Unfortunately, it's only a microsleep that washes over me.

I feel myself snuggle into someone or something as soon as I seem to regain my senses. I lay on my side and my hands lightly hold onto some fabric,

I think.

A smell of mint and cologne hits my noise as I snuggle even further into the unknown thing. I feel a hand on my head which strokes my hair lightly.

A light smile spreads across my lips.

I'd say that this feels like home.

But unlike home,

This feeling actually makes me feel safe.

I stay like this for a few more minutes before I feel the urge to switch position.

I always sleep on my side, so I just turn around in my half asleep state and make sure that I still feel the presence of the unknown someone against my back in order to get comfort.

I feel myself falling deeper and deeper into a feeling of consolation, forgetting the war inside my head. I start to shift further backwards.

I suddenly hear a low groan as I do so.

I don't think much of it and try to find a comfortable sleeping position as I move my hips.

My movement stops as I feel a hand grab my hip in order to prevent me from moving.

"What exactly do you think you're doing, Caddel?"

My breath hitches and I feel the tiredness leave my body.

I was just snuggling into Draco Malfoy.

I was just rubbing my ass against

Draco

Malfoy.

I try to push myself away from him as I accidentally touch his clothed dick with my hand.

He groans again.

"Don't touch my dick unless you plan on doing something with it."

I gasp as I remove my hand in a swift movement and freeze on the spot.

"Seems like your body is frustrated, huh?" Draco asks as he whispers in my ear.

"What do you mean?" I ask while I try to sound not too nervous.

"You know what I mean. Do you seriously think I didn't hear everything?"

Draco asks.

I feel my cheeks burn up as I realize that Malfoy must have witnessed the whole situation with Graham.

Not only the handjob I gave him,

but also my cursing about him not making me cum.

My last three working braincells decide to ignore him and move back over to my sleeping bag.

My body moves over in a swift motion and my back still faces Draco.

I shut my eyes tightly and hope that he'll just go back to sleep.

But my hopes are shattered as I suddenly feel two hands grab my hips and pull me backwards.

My butt comes in contact with Dracos crotch and my eyes widen as I feel something hard against me.

My breath hitches.

"Are you trying to ignore me again?" He asks in a teasing voice as he pushes his hard member harder into my backside.

I feel myself falling into arousal as I start to rub my thighs together.

"Let me give you what he can't." Is the last thing he whispers before his hand slowly start to travel to my pants.

His lips touch my the skin behind my ear and he starts to lightly kiss it before he sucks on the skin. I can feel his hard member pressing against my butt as he does so. It gets harder to breath and I have to hold back moans.

I nervously look around as I panic that someone might see us.

Before entering my pants he asks if I want him to touch me.

I nod.

"Words. I need a verbal consent, Sweet girl." He says as his finger play with the waistband of my pyajama pants.

"Yes,please." I lightly moan.

I feel his hand wander between my thighs in a painful slow pace. I whine and start to squirm under his touch.

"Be patient."

His fingers lightly brush over my soaked panties and a chuckle escapes his lips.

"Already that wet for me?"

He slides my panties aside and his middle finger enters me. A moan escapes my lips.

"You gotta be quiet, little girl. What do you think would happen if Graham saw you like that?" Draco asks with a mocking tone.

He adds another finger, curves them and strokes my walls. I feel myself tighten around his long fingers.

He starts to thrust his fingers in and out

-hitting my spot everytime.

"You like that, don't you? Me touching you." Draco whispers in my ear as my eyes shut tightly, scared that a loud moan might escape my lips.

"Imagine what my cock could do." Draco says as he thrusts his fingers at an even faster pace.

Suddenly Graham starts to squirm in his sleep. I freeze and try to move away from Draco but he holds me in place.

His fingers are still moving inside me but in a slower pace.

"Scared that Graham might find out what a slut you are for me? How you melt under my touch?" Draco whispers.

"You are going to take it until you cum all over my fingers. I don't care if he wakes up." He says before moving his fingers hit my spot again.

A quiet whimper slips from my lips.

I look over to Graham to see him still fully asleep.

"Keep your eyes on me."

My eyes wander back to his.

"Good girl." He growls in my ear and sends butterflies to my stomach

...and pussy.

I clench around his fingers as I feel my orgasm approaching.

My breath hitches.

"I-Im gonna cum Draco..." i moan a bit louder as it gets harder and harder for me to keep quiet.

Dracos other hand finds my mouth and enters his fingers for me to suck on.

"That'll be my cock next time."

My eyes roll back as I suck on his fingers imagining how Dracos cock would taste like.

My orgasm rolls over me as I bite down on his fingers in order to reduce the urge of letting out a final loud moan.

Or so I thought it would be my final...

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Ready for round two and some fluff afterwards?-Read the whole Chapter here <3

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

james was the first to learn how to cast a patronus, sirius was the last

[sexualtensiongrowing21]

Letter from a loved one // T.N //

Theodore Nott X Reader

TW: angst?

Word Count: 842

Today has gone by eerily slowly.

Classes have dragged on, the meals were too short. It's as if there's this underlying feeling of dread that is just floating in the air. Contaminating everyone in the castle. Even Peeves has been uncharastically rude. I have barely seen any of my friends and when I did, they were in a bad mood. Hell, even I was in a bad mood. After a long day, such as today, all I want to do is climb into bed with Theo and sleep until tomorrow, but with him nowhere to be found I must find solace alone.

Theo has been secretive all year. Disappearing for hours, even days, at a time. Telling me not to worry, that in the end everything will be okay. How can I not worry when my boyfriend of two years is missing constantly and keeping secrets from me?

The common room is as gloomy as the rest of the castle. Like everyone is waiting for something terrible to happen. When I finally make it to my dorm it is devoid of life, except for Pansy. Who looks to be on her way out.

“ Y/N.” She mumbles quietly. Stopping when she walks past me and is standing in the doorway. “I almost forgot, Theo stopped by, said he couldn't stay but he left a letter for you. I put it on your bed.” She tells me before giving me a weak smile, in which I give a similar one in return. She then turns walking out of the dorm leaving me alone, once again.

With shaky legs I sit on the bed, slowly grab the letter, pausing to admire the perfect script in which Theo wrote my name. I have always loved watching him write. There is something about the way his longer fingers wrap around his quill and guide the writing utensil with such precision, that makes me feel all warm inside.

Though, that's just Theo. He may seem cold, hard and sarcastic to everyone else, but to me he is the most caring and loving person I have ever met. He's the only person I ever told about my family. How they were killed and I was left to live with my aunt. He's been a constant light in my life ever since.

Taking a deep breath I unclasp the wax seal from the letter and open it. I read over the letter carefully, as my eyes welled up with tears. An overwhelming sadness courses through me as I try to understand the words that are written in front of me.

The tears are flowing freely now as I stand up on unsteady legs, letter still in hand, with every intention of searching for the brunette boy who stole my heart, and inevitably broke it into pieces. Before I can make it to the door I collapse in a heap of tears and heavy breathing, feeling as if the world is caving in on me, praying this is all some sick joke.

But knowing, for now at least, he's gone. I’m officially all alone.

Masterlist

[adiraargent]

Sick - Jasper Rowle

warnings: none wc: 381

You were up in Jaspers dorm, he was sick and stuck in bed and somehow you had ended up on sick duty. Mattheo was on his bed across the room, reading his book while occasionally looking up at a coughing Jasper to tell him to shut up. Theodore and Blaise had left earlier, the two of them making their way down to the library to work on their Astronomy essay. You handed Jasper his soup and a spoon before reopening your parchment and ink to try and finish your assignment.

But despite your best efforts to concentrate, Jasper's incessant complaints about the Hogwarts house-elves' latest attempt at soup had become a constant distraction. "Please stop wasting what's left of your voice on complaints about soup you can't even taste," you teased, unable to contain your amusement any longer.

Jasper glanced up from his bowl of lukewarm broth, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as he met your gaze. "But it's terrible," he protested, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned in closer to you. "I swear, I could make a better batch blindfolded."

You couldn't help but laugh at his dramatics, the sound echoing through the dorm room and drawing a small glare from Mattheo.

"I highly doubt that," you replied, reaching out to ruffle his hair affectionately. "But even if the soup is subpar, at least you have your amazingly cool girlfriend to keep your company."

Jasper's expression softened at your words, a fond smile playing at the corners of his lips. "True," he admitted, his voice tinged with warmth as he leaned back against the cushions. "I suppose even terrible soup is bearable when I'm with you."

You rolled your eyes playfully at his sentimentality, unable to suppress the smile that tugged at your lips. "Well, I'm glad to hear that I make up for the lack of culinary skills," you teased, nudging him gently with your elbow.

Jasper chuckled softly, the sound music to your ears as he reached for your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours in a silent gesture of affection. "You make everything better," he whispered, his gaze never leaving yours as he spoke. He leant forward to kiss you, but you leant back, a grin making its way on your face

"uh uh, I'm not tryna get sick."

[carmello-matcha]

Technically headcanons but are just expanded on canonical facts about the MC

Spoiler-ish but it should be irrelevant enough since I'm only focusing on the MC themself who at the moment is the equivant to a camera in terms of plot relevancy (I am so sorry but you really can replace them with a lamp n it'd make no difference and most of them are more from the side quests anyway)

Can be quite charismatic.

Frankly speaking its Hagrid but considering that they were a first year at that time to fully convince him to accompany them and Daniel to go to the forbidden forest under the guise of supervision/safety The text when you invite Daniel to dance. just that. in general.

Is a bit mischievious

In the MP regen potion quest where the mc has the option to suggest adding bertie botts flavor beans into the potion

Knows a thing or two about fashion.

the male mc deadass goes to diagon alley in an outfit called "tailored overcoat" if that doesn't scream fasionable idk what is A more story based reference would be heading to Madaam Malkins with Cassandra since the MC gifts her a pair of gloves as thanks and she comments that they're not hopeless at all which is high praise in her words

Is a skilled duelist

A regular dueling club member and can hold their ground against a dark wizard long enough to overwhelm them to retreat (Ashwinder quest) and beat a 7th year (seriously Elliot its one thing to make yourself look strong against a horde of acromantula in front of a group of third years but you got your ass handed by one of said 3rd year)

For some reason knows how to sneak out of Hogwarts without anyone noticing???

Its more of an overlooked trivial footnote but I find it more funny if the MC can sneak out of the scotland countryside all the way to central london undetected and back in their first year (Erumpent Sidequest) but still needs a parent's permission and be a third year to go a village within walking distance from hogwarts

Has some insecurities due to them being a muggleborn

Feeling like they're a bit behind compared to their friends (Hermione Sidequest) Which is a bold faced lie considering they're constantly saving their friends asses from their shenanigans ahem daniel during the entire second year plot line ahem

Other than the owl Hagrid gifts them, they also have a pet niffler

according to the niffler side quest they're the one taking care of it which goes to my next headcanon

Is excellent with magical creatures or just creatures in general

Manages to convince said niffler to return their friends stolen objects, befriending a hippogriff, and make a firecrab listen to them Even Slughorn himself comments on their skill that he'd go to them if Hagrid wasn't available

[valdangelodreams]

AU 18 (wizardry)

it's the beginning of finals week(s) for me so my brain is actually fried, so obvs we're doing the most overdone au ever

-Harry potter au!

-I think the HP fic where everyone likes Nico got deleted, couldn't find it

-anyways, houses, y'all can try and argue but Huf!Nico and Sly!Leo, maybe Rev!Leo but I feel like that's the easy way out

-in fact I don't think they should be in Hogwarts at all, let's do an Ilvermory au

-Wampus Nico x Horned Serpent Leo, maybe Thunderbird Nico, is he more a warrior or an explorer?

-Leo is a meneace and the next grreatest magical inventor, also a half-blood

-Nico is a pureblood with the usual amounts of pureblood family drama, he believes in mother magic which makes him greyish vis-a-vis his magic

-neither's into quidditch but Leo's incredible at exploding snap, while Nico has a penchant for magical chess

-regardless of house Nico is one of the best duelers, Leo's insane at charms and has actually created a few of his own

-that was a thing, Nico aproaches him bc to create spells you gotta really get magic, and he wants to study Leo bc of it

-Leo starts learning abt old magic from Nico, Nico starts learning abt muggle stuff from Leo

-they start making excuses to see the other, like asignments in classes the other isn't even that good on, or Leo joining the dueling club even though he's shit at offensive spells

-Nico's pet is a cat with the most intense aura

-I really want to give Leo a golden snidget, it makes zero sense, but still. He didn't have one in my imagination, just an undefined critter, so I looked up magic creatures (there's somethign called the glubumble that's adorably pathethic)

-eventually the others notice valdangelo doing circles and shenanigans ensue

-Nico's patronus, I feel, would be a thestral (first time most ppl seen one), Leo's is totally a dragon, like what else?

-their amortentia smells like each other, yes, but it also smells like magic, somehow??

-they both suck at herbology

-they probably get together during christmass break when none of their friends are there to see

-anyway that's all I've got

[somelokivariant]

from this post, @sebbianas

November 1st 1981

Remus woke up in Grimmauld place, the pillow next to him cold, his world broken. He was too late.

James. Dead.

Lilly. Dead.

Peter. Dead.

And Sirius. Sirius…

There was still a war to be fought, but Remus couldn't see the point of getting out of bed. Voldemort could take him right there. 

James. Dead. Protecting them as he always did.

Lilly. Dead. For the love of her son.

Peter. Dead. Poor collateral damage, wrong place wrong time.

Sirius. 

Poor Harry who Dumbledore whisked away to who knows where.

James. Dead.

Lily. Dead.

Pe-

He was interrupted by an owl coming through his window. It brought a note from Dumbledore. Asking him away on a task for the order.

Fuck that. Fuck Dumbledore. Wanting me to- to… I already did this.

It was the same note from yesterday. Remus thought this was some joke. Who would-

He got up to find out. The place was clean, save for the maps and papers and order shit strewn everywhere. There was no pile of empty bottles he left on the kitchen floor last night. He was in clean clothes. And there were children tp-ing houses for halloween outside. 

He couldn't help the small bit of hope he felt. It was already mid-day but. If this was really October 31st all over again. He could…

He grabbed his wand, some floo powder, and headed straight to Godric's Hollow. He could stop Sirius.

“Oh! Remus! We weren't expecting you, how nice!” Lilly was holding a startled Harry when Remus stepped out of their fireplace. James was out of the room. Answering the front door he thought. 

“He’s here.” 

Lily's face dropped at his grave tone. “What?” 

“Look, Yesterday was Halloween and- and- but then today I woke up, and it was still halloween again, so-”

“Remus please, slow down I’m not sure I understand?”

“I guess how I got here isn’t as important, the thing is-” He couldn't bring himself to say it. “It's Sirius. He’s, he’s working for Voldemort. And tonight, you died.” 

Lily looked taken aback. “Sirius? Are you sure? He would never do that to James. He would never do that.”

They were interrupted by an explosion from outside. That was Sirius’ voice. That was Peter. A loud knock sounded at the front door. Lily looked up at Remus. Then down, to James' wand on the couch beside her. A flash of green, and a thud. There was nothing left but to grab Lilys hand and run upstairs. It was basically pointless, there wasn't anywhere for them to go.

He stood blocking the door to Harry's nursery, watching Voldemort's figure saunter slowly towards them. A silent spell knocked Remus to the other side of the room.

“I only want the boy.” 

“Not my son. Please. Take me.” She pleaded. She fell limp. 

Voldemort stepped over her body, to Harry and Remus. 

“You-” The world went black.

October 31st 1981 for the third time

Remus woke up in Grimmauld place again. 

Empty bed. Clean apartment. Owl at the window. Let's do this again.

He took the floo network back to James place. He didn't have time to explain. He saw James' wand on the couch. I’m so sorry Prongs. But it's what you would have done. Remus grabbed Lilly and Harry and apparated a couple houses down. They could see a flash and then smoke from where they were. 

“Remus! What-”

“Lilly, listen, it's Sirius and Voldemort they-'' Another green flash. “I need to get you and Harry out of here.” He told her to apparate to Grimmauld place, and he’d follow. He watched her disappear, and turned to look back at where Peter and James would be lying lifeless.

Instead he came face to face with Voldemort. He perked his nose as if smelling him. 

“The werewolf. Tell me, where is the child?”

Remus just turned his chin up and stared. 

“Tell. me?” Remus felt a bubbling sensation in his throat. His mind went numb, and he heard his address fall senselessly out of his mouth. He fell to the ground, and the world went black. 

October 31st 1981 take four

Remus woke up, and immediately thought: James.

He ran out of their fireplace, grabbing James wand and towards the front door. Oh how comforting it was just to see James standing there, bright and slightly disheveled as he always was. Remus pushed him over before he could open the door. 

“Moony! Wh-” The explosion outside. 

“It’s him.” He pushed James' wand into his hand. 

“Him- Wha- Take Lilly and go.” 

“Tried that, we need to fight him. Right here.” 

James looked a little confused, but he never turned down a fight. He gave a firm nod, and the two of them stepped outside. 

The block was a ruin, fires, broken buildings, people… And Voldemort, standing there. 

Remus and James started firing curses, but he just deflected them as if they were nothing. They were yelling, taking a step closer with each arm wave and spell.

“Make this easier for yourselves. Just let me see the boy.” 

James would rather die. And Remus would do whatever to stand by his side. Eventually Voldemort got tired of them pestering him, and Remus watched James fall beside him. Then he too crumpled to the ground as everything went black.

October 31st 1981 part 74

It's been too long. Remus has watched James, and Lily die too many times. He has died too many times. He didn’t want to do it again. But he was getting a second chance (again) and he would use it. 

He figured his last option was what he's been avoiding this whole time. He would go to the source. And he would face Sirius. 

He dragged himself out of bed, took one last look at the empty pillow next to him and headed to Godric's hollow. 

He marched straight through the Potter’s house, intending to confront Sirius before his first attack. He kept a steady pace, but inside he was panicking at the thought of fighting Pads. He spotted him around the corner of someone's house. 

“Mr. Black!” 

Sirius looked up startled, and made to pull Remus into the alley with him.

“Moons! I’ve made a terrible mistake.” 

“Don’t “moons” me! And yes you have. How could you?” Remus pulled into a dueling pose. It hurt too much and he couldn't scold Sirius anymore. “You betrayed us “loyal” Black.” 

He wanted to hurt him. No hex was bad enough. He could've used an illegal curse. But at the same time he couldn't. Not a bone in his broken body would allow him to hurt Padfoot. 

“Moony. It wasn’t me. We switched. Peter was the secret keeper. The little rat is working for them.” 

They both stood there, splotchy vision and voices thick from tears. Remus with his wand raised, cornering Sirius looking like a puppy against the wall. 

“Look.” 

They both peeked around the corner to watch Peter knocking on the door to James and Lily's house. James opened the door, a smile on his face at his friend. Till Voldemort appeared. James reached for his wand, but Remus knew it was back on the couch with Lily and Harry. It wouldn't stop their headstrong friend. He prepared to fight but fell to the ground with a flash of green. Voldemort stepped inside and not long afterwards they could hear Lily's scream with another green flash. 

Sirius stepped forward and the block exploded. Through the fire Remus watched Peter cut his hand and transform into a rat, leaving Sirius in the middle of the block looking like a mad man. 

James and Lily were dead. Baby Harry was upstairs alone and wailing. Peter would be declared dead. And Sirius would be held responsible. Remus watched it all happen, and now he understood. He couldn't stop Sirius because he didn't have to. He turned his wand on himself. 

October 31st 1981 for the 75th time

Remus woke up in Grimmauld place like he’d intended. He only had to save one person tonight. 

He made it to the Potters' place. He said hi to Lily and James. Told them he was leaving for an Order task and just needed to pass through. It broke his heart, but he hugged them goodbye knowing it would be their last. Their fate was sealed. Holding back tears he made it outside and hid out where he saw Peter last night. He waited there till the block exploded. He watched Peter back away from the Potters door. But before he could transform, Remus stepped forward and called him out. He looked over with that stupid scared expression of his. 

“Petrificus totalus!” Peter fell over and Remus stepped above his head, looking down his nose simply disappointed. 

He didn't say anything, just stepped over him and walked defeated to where Padfoot was. 

“C’mon Pads. Aurors will be here soon.” He grabbed Sirius hand and the two of them started their way back home. 

Their world was broken. His best friends were dead. Peter would be convicted, and they would testify against him. Remus stared at Sirius’ black hair on the pillow beside him. The war was not quite over, but he had his Padfoot, and they were safe. 

and they adopted Harry and lived happily ever after the end 🥰

hope this is what you were thinking op <3

[flower-boi16]

I just finished rewatching the first Harry Potter movie and man the movie is a lot worse than the book. Granted, the book isn't that great either (any problems with the book would translate into the movie due to it being an adaptation) but there are certain things the movie removes from the book that kinda harm the story to me.

The big one to me is that now the main trio getting their house to lose 150 points due to getting caught pretty much doesn't matter. In the book, when this happens, it's a big deal. EVERYONE in the house hates Harry and his friends for getting them in dead last, and it hits hard because up until this point, Harry has been beloved by pretty much the whole school for being the specialist, most talented boy ever (or something like that), so seeing him ruin his reputation in the school does have an impact, and it makes it so when Harry stops Dumbledore from coming back, it feels satisfying because Harry made up for his past mistake.

In the movie, we don't get to see that. We don't see any of the students show any actual dislike to Harry or his friends for this, so it feels like the consequences of Harry getting his house to lose this many points are just. Gone. So now Harry getting his house to lose points means pretty much nothing. Cool.

[1-800-adoreyou]

a/n: This took too damn long to make. My advice, school sucks please never go. Also "You Can Be the Boss" was literally on repeat while I wrote this. The song is at the end of the piece. Anyway, have some lovely smut with Greaser Harry<3

The Drive In

Warnings: smut, public play, fingering, dirty talk, mentions of sex. 18+

The following is set in "The Outsiders" universe.

There were many ways you saw your Friday night going- one of those ways was definitely not being your boyfriend’s fingers curled up so deeply inside you it made your head spin. Your slick coating his rough, ivory fingers seeping into the leather chair of the car he borrowed from his best friend. At the drive in, nonetheless, with the new movie with Elvis Presley playing on the big screen. 

It had been intended to be a normal date night with five cent coca cola's, popcorn and a movie. Accompanied by your secret lover, who it seemed you only saw a few times a month. It was always hard finding time when Harry wasn’t with his friends or taking up shifts at the DX, but it was even harder when your father was the chief of police. With a deep hatred for ‘Greasers’ and anyone who wasn’t a Soc.

So, you and Harry would have to sneak away whenever you both could. Those were the nights where you would stay up all night staring at the stars and dreaming of a better life. A life where Socs and Greasers didn’t mean a hoot and you could sit at your boyfriend's lunch table without the thought of being skinned. Of course, there were some nights that wound up like this as well. 

If it were up to Harry, he would have taken you right then and there. Lifted up the perfect baby blue skirt to reveal your dripping honey pot, as he called it. He would have lowered you onto his cock slowly and made you stay like that throughout the whole movie. But, his fingers pumping in and out of you was a far better option. 

Your hips lifted off the seat unbeknownst to you, teeth gnawing at your bottom lip so fiercely the taste of metallic flavor coated your tongue. His fingers were so deep inside, up to the knuckle, searching for something with the desperateness of a man who depends his life upon it. He teases the spot that aches and burns to be released, stoking it with a sly smirk spread across his pretty pink lips. The same lips that were smoking a kool as if he wasn’t committing such a ghastly sin that could easily make the devil blush.

His hand left the cigarette in his mouth to reach over to silence you, marveling at the way your eyes were rolling back. He can tell how close he’s barreling you to that edge, but despite the loudness of the movie and the scattered voices, he knew your sweet noises could overpower the entire lot. 

“Be quiet, Darlin’. Shh.” He cooed into your ear, the ghost of his lips curling up. He pulled his fingers out of you to mix the fluids alongside your folds. Harry wanted to feel your juices going up his wrist and forearm, then knowing how good he makes you feel. 

Your things jolt at the sensation, looking around in hopes no one can see or hear what was going on in the car. His fingers move to your swollen nub, rubbing chaste circles. It was almost laughable how wet you were. You could feel it dripping down your thighs and making a sinful pool on the seat. A wanton moan spills from your lips at the sensation of his magical fingers. “What di’ I say about you staying quiet?” His voice is slow and hot against your ear. 

“C’mon, be a good girl for me.” He rubs with more pressure, lazily watching as you squirm around. It was one of the most beautiful sights in his eyes. “What’s gotten into your, Darling? Walking around in that pretty little skirt thinking I could keep my hands to myself?” 

You shake your head vigorously, his deep drawl making everything so much better. A look of desperation crosses your features as you glance over at Harry, his circles becoming sloppier with each passing second. “Fuck, you haven’t been this wet before.” His chest rose and fell quickly, his breath coming out in hot pants. 

It was true. Maybe it was the adrenaline of possibly being found out, or the fact he had never done this type of thing before had you so needy for him. This was the most risky thing you had ever done with him. But it was also the sexiest thing too. A glance of plead was shared between the two of you, begging for his permission to cum. 

With his eyes glued to the screen, he inserted two fingers into your core. His thumb was still set on your clit, showing it no mercy. The stimulation becomes too much as you dig your fingernails into his denim clad thigh, trying hard to contain yourself. 

He can feel your velvety walls clench around his digits, and he holds back a moan in his throat. Blood rushes to his cock, his jeans becoming far too tight. He smiles look at the way you’re so fucked-out. It makes him swell with pride, knowing how good he makes you feel. That’s all he wants to do. Please you. He works his fingers at the same rhythm, noticing how close you are. “Ya’ so beautiful like this. I’m taking you home with me- get ready for a long night, Doll.” 

Your eyes flutter shut at the thought of intimacy with him, knowing you would be clutching onto his thighs and firm arms all night. Your knuckles turn white gripping the dashboard. “You wanna cum?” He taunts in your ear, a devilish smirk spread across his beautiful face. 

You nod in distress, ready to release all over his fingers and the seat. You wanted to scream his name so everyone in the drive-in would know who belonged to him and him only. 

For a second guilt washed over you. Before you could really register the feeling, your orgasm blacks you out. You’re consumed in the wonderful feeling, consumed in Harry for making you feel such a way. Harry slowly finger fucks you for another few minutes then pulls out once you whine. He glances over at you and leaves a kiss to the corner of your mouth. 

“You’re my whole damn world, Y/n.” 

[ezriri]

🎀INTRODUCTION🎀

hi guys, its me riri

this is actually my first time using tumblr and im very excited to embark on this journey

i like to read and write about my favourite fictional characters and talk a lot

some of the characters i will be writting for here :

harry potter characters

percy jackson characters

aru shah characters

the red queen characters

starkid characters

original characters

im looking forward to have a great time on this site 🎀

[writcraft]

WIP 7 Line Game

Rules: Share 7 (or more) lines of a WIP you've been working on.

I was tagged ages ago by @danpuff-ao3 when I didn't have 7 lines of WIP to share. Now I do (yay!), from a Ron/Harry I am writing for @sitp-recs. This is a fill for a prompt call I put out for my fandomversary. I'm having a blast writing for the prompts I received, I have a bunch of rec posts in process and I have just had to give myself a bit of an extension on the actual timing of it all (standard) <3

Excerpt from 'Can't Start a Fire Without a Spark' (Ron Weasley/Harry Potter)

It’s bloody annoying. The itch and crawl of it. It’s been so long since Ron has been jealous of Harry. So long. He hates the way it’s been creeping back lately, making his skin feel like it’s too tight for his body. The problem is, it’s not that he wants to be Harry. The thought of fucking Nott makes him want to take a long, cold shower. He just doesn’t want to hear about handsome men, with all their money and charm. He doesn’t want to hear about stupid, feckless dickheads who couldn’t give a damn about Harry when Ron is right here.

Ron is right here.

Merlin’s tits. It’s a mess and half, is what it is.

I will tag @danpuff-ao3 (a tag from a tag? lol), @candybarrnerd, @teacup-tai, @magicalrocketships, @the-starryknight, @lqtraintracks and @perverse-idyll plus anyone else who cares to share <3

[teotheratking]

The Lighthouse 2019 is so jeanharry coded it's unbelievable

[peaseblossom-and-cobweb]

Bramble

“Ah!” Remus half shouted as he lurched forward on uncertain footing. His leg twisted slightly unnaturally as he watched his half-drunk coffee bounce dramatically and then roll under the bramble bushes. He had a brief moment where he really truly believed he would finally succumb as he crumbled to the floor. He wasn’t proud when the only thought that flitted through his mind was a half-dejected I didn’t get to finish my Cornettos in the freezer.

Instead, his palms collided rather painfully with the pavement and he let out a pathetic little wheeze of air you could barely call an exclamation. Do not go gently into that dark night, indeed.

It was bright for an April morning, almost cheery. Remus didn’t like when the mornings after full moons were too happy, it felt like the world was mocking him. It was, but he didn’t need the constant reminder. He contemplated staying on the ground forever, but he had a job and some semblance of a life to get back to. He huffed out a breath as the sky began to regain its color through his spotty vision and tried to muster the energy to even sit up. He hoped the coffee cup hadn’t made its way to Russia by the time he stood. He was a responsible recycler, at the very least.

Brown eyes blinked down at him in the corner of his vision. They were set in a thin face behind large round spectacles. The boy’s hair was a riot, standing out against his scalp as if personally offended by its roots. On his forehead was a scar that threaded through his brow like a tributary map.

Remus would have found it odd to be staring at Harry Potter if his life wasn’t made up of odd occurrences.

“Hello.” He said from the ground.

The boy who lived blinked slowly a few times. Then- “Are you dead?”

“I surely hope not.” Remus replied.

Harry looked away to someone outside Remus’s field of vision. “Dad?” He said at mid-volume with a shrill uncertainty.

“Merlin’s beard, Harry you can’t run off like that- oh.” A very posh voice stopped just far enough so Remus could not see the owner. He nudged his chin down into his chest to see and only got a crown of dark hair as a reward. “Harry, did you knock this man over?”

 Harry put his hands on his hips and huffed. “No. I found him like that.”

There was a crunch of gravel and suddenly the man was there beside him and oh no, Remus thought. Too pretty.

“Can I help you?” Remus’s sarcasm seemed to remain annoyingly intact in the face of this gorgeous man.

Luckily he seemed to like the bite. He smiled. “You’re on the ground.”

“It seems I am.”

“Do you need help?”

Remus thought about it. “I’ll be up in a moment. I’m resting.”

“He dropped his coffee and it spilled everywhere.” Harry supplied unhelpfully. The man’s lips were twitching.

“Hm.” He said. His eyes were grey- the color of a recently departed storm. If he were a poetic man Remus would say comment on the depth of them. 

“Don’t you worry. Carry on.” Remus waved up at him from the ground. The man caught his hand and gave it a tug.

“Something tells me you are lying.” The man muttered, gingerly pulling Remus up to an upright position. The smile he wore was more of a ghost of one than anything, but it seemed to be an ever-present feature on his face. When Remus was fully upright it was no better- the man was just as pretty vertical as he was horizontal. Damn. His eyes crinkled at the corners. “Sirius Black.”

Remus had nothing to give except his name. So he did. “Remus Lupin.”

They watched each other for a moment when suddenly there was a rustle from the bramble bushes. Harry had leaves in his hair and a dour expression on his face. In his tiny hand was an empty coffee cup. “You shouldn’t litter Mr. Lupin.”

@wolfstarmicrofic

[scribblesbykade]

𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏!

Hello! I'm Kade and as you may know from the description, I'm a writer!

My works can range from short stories to long novels! I even do some fan fiction :D! Most of my projects are action oriented, some with a tinge of queer romance! (I live for m×m)

I'm currently writing a YA action novel with my moots, and it doesn't have any weird scenes, curse words or romance (though we show some chemistry between a few characters for the laughs and the shippers), and it might be released by 2027.

Here are some of the fandoms I'm in:

~Project Sekai/Hatsune Miku! Colourful Stage! (Fav unit: Vivid BAD SQUAD, fav character: Toya Aoyagi , fav ship: Akitoya🧡💙)

~Honkai Star Rail/HSR (Fav character(s): Dan Heng/Dan Feng)

~Genshin Impact (Fav Character: AlHaitham, fav ship: HaiKaveh ❤💚)

~Danganronpa V3 (Fav Character: Junko Enoshima)

~Harry Potter (House: Ravenclaw 💙Fav Character: Luna Lovegood)

Well, that's all from me (for now)! If you have any recommendations/fanfic commissions, I'll be more than happy to receive them from the "commissions here!" tab! Thanks for reading and stay tuned for more content!

[findyourtruth]

After a few months of writer's block, I'm working on another Snarry fanfic, Auror!Harry x Sex worker!

I'm 25 000+ words in, I hope Alice Cooper's newfound inspiration will be enough to finish this story.

I also plan to finish a Christmas story, also Snarry, which I started writing in the spring, but the lack of motivation didn't allow me to finish it.

It's probably because I can't find any fanfics to read myself; I think the last one I read was in April. 😭 The lack of fanfics to read is very discouraging.