#ultimate soft harry content

[sacharinee]

pairing: bf!peter x fem!reader

synopsis: you tend to peter’s needs with your friends down the hall**

w/c: 1k+

warnings: smut! hj + grinding, cursing, sneaky sex?? minors dni X

a/n: this is my first smut so pls bare w me. like two office references. this wasnt meant to be that smutty but here we are. i hope u like it - feedback always appreciated!

peter is really testing your patience.

he’s been restless the entire evening, shifting and fidgeting on the couch with you. he’s tried laying his head on your lap, tried leaning against the arm of the sofa with his heavy legs on top of you, then decided against everything and sat up straight beside you. 

the only thing keeping peter from his ultimate desires was the splatter film rolling on harry’s massive flat screen tv that entertained you and your friends. 

harry and mj are cuddled on the loveseat together, fully engrossed in the movie as ned and betty make comfortable on the makeshift bed scattered on the floor in front of you.

it was peter’s idea to have a movie night with his girlfriend and closest friends, but it certainly wasn’t his idea to have the most unbearable boner, right now, at the worst time possible. 

“this movie is so gross, who chose this bag of ass?” ned quips. 

“i think it was mj, babe” betty whispers.

“yup, it was me.” 

“i don’t know what you’re talking about, this movie is amazing,” harry shoves a handful of popcorn into his mouth as yet another character screams and dies an excruciating death on the screen.

ned rolls his eyes at him, “you two deserve each other.”

“hey, you know what? if you don’t like it, there’s the door,” the brunette responds, “i don’t know what’s the cause of all this attitude.” 

“it’s be-cause i hate you right now” ned fires back.

“oh, so our entire friendship is a lie, i see how it is.”

“you guys wanna hear another lie?” you chirp, both turning to your attention, “i think you’re both great. seriously. you guys are my best friends and not annoying at all.” 

harry crosses his arms and shakes his head in disbelief, “wow.”

“now shut up and watch the movie.”

your attempts are rendered futile, ned and harry continue to argue while mj watches the gory film with contentment and betty covers her eyes.

your attention turns to peter when he’s tugging on your sleeve. “yes, baby?” you peer down at him with sweet eyes, your pretty face makes his crotch ache. 

he can’t help but look away, “i need help.” he answers your confusion  by bringing your hand down to feel his hard length through his sweatpants.

“are you kidding me, peter?” you whisper. his forehead drops to your shoulder defeated, “i can’t help it, you’re hot when you’re mean, and it really hurts”

peter’s begging makes you feel for him, and you consider your options, “please?”

he’s giving you desperate eyes, and you decide you can’t focus on the movie with your friend’s bickering anyways, so you stand abruptly.

“i’m gonna use the bathroom.”

peter watched you make your way out of the living room, following suit, “m-me too.”

nobody hears or pays attention to the both of you, unaware of the risky events that are to take place down the hall. 

your boyfriend catches you slipping into the nearest bedroom, which he realizes is harry’s. he goes to protest on entering but is dismissed when your soft lips passionately capture his by surprise. peter stumbles to kick the door shut as you bring him closer by his shirt, walking him backward till his leg meets the bed. you’re on top of him, lips sliding over each other as you lay him down.

he feels your hot heat press against his crotch and over his throbbing cock. 

“y/n/n,” peter whines, “holy shit.” his head tips, and his eyes roll back when he feels you grind on his thick length. he grabs your hips, helping you move fervently against him. 

your lips attach to his neck and suck, pleased with your effect on him. peter is so easy to please. you’re glad you wore a skirt tonight, your arousal floods his senses and it’s all he can think about. he’s high on you, and only ever wants to be intoxicated by you. 

“s’it feel good, baby?” peter’s heavy breathing and rushed nod gives you your answer when he fails to give you a more coherent response.

you decide to tease, gently grabbing his hands and bringing them beside him. you push your weight further onto his hard on but move languidly; you enjoy torturing peter.

“god, baby, please.” he’s desperate for more. “what’s that, petey?” 

“i need,” his eyes are screwed tight, he loses his train of thought when you particularly grind on him roughly.

“use your words, pete. you can do it,” you encourage. 

“i- i need more, need to cum.” his raspy whine is what gets you. 

you lift yourself further down a bit, eyes fixated on peter as his eyes follow your hands. you slowly undress his bottoms to reveal his pulsating cock, it’s flushed a bright red, almost painful-like.

you don’t do much right away. you glaze your fingers over his member, tracing the prominent veins that run up and down the shaft.

“y/n,” he begs, “do something.”

your fingers slide to the red tip, circling it. peter shudders against your cool touch. his eyes make contact with yours and he leans up to give you a long tender kiss. your hand wraps around his cock, jerking him off.

peter breaks from your sweet lips, “oh fuck.” 

you don’t pull back from him. his face, centimeters from yours, looks so pretty, clearly entranced by your magic. you’re breathing into each other’s mouth, and his needy hands pull at your bare thighs. he’s desperate to cum after an evening full of uncomfortable fidgeting and hiding his hard-on from everyone. 

he’s lucky to have you, he doesn’t know what he did to deserve an angel sent from heaven, giving him a handjob, in someone else’s bedroom, while his friends are sitting down the hall, unbeknownst to your secret rendezvous. 

he’s panting against you, watching your face while you’re watching his cock, twitching under your hand, ready to spill. it’s almost like he’s asking for your approval. “baby? baby, im- im gonna-”

“yo, parker! y/n! did you get lost on your way to the bath-”

unfortunately, you and peter aren’t quick enough to conceal the mess you’ve made on his very bed when he swings the door open.

“are you fucking shitting me?!” and harry’s running down the hall gagging and clawing at his face.

“oops.” 

“ugh he’s so dramatic. you know how many times i’ve walked in on him-”

“god, my fucking eyes!”

“he’ll be fine.”

“you’re lying again!”

[harryistheonlyoneforme]

wake up call*

warnings: somnophilia(established beforehand), oral sex, overstimulation

pairing: nhl player harry x reader

summary: in which harry comes home after a long flight to a wonky ac and a wife who’s fast asleep

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harry heaves out a deep sigh of relief as he finally crosses the threshold into his home, dropping his bag right at his feet as he takes off his shoes, bending down to at least move them out of the middle of the floor, and when he comes up, he realizes that there’s a bit of sweat starting to gather above his lip. he quickly wipes it off and sheds his hoodie as he makes his way upstairs, stopping at the thermostat.

upon inspection of the small dial that’s on the wall, he realizes that the temperature in the house is way hotter than the actual numbers on the screen. he takes the change and turns it down just a bit more for good measure, and he sighs in relief when he hears the sound of the air conditioning finally blowing throughout the house.

then he’s finally making the final trek to the bedroom, making sure he’s quiet as he opens his bedroom door. he makes a beeline for the closet, not even bothering to look at the bed where he knows yn is asleep. once in the closet, he tosses the hoodie into the hamper and takes off his shorts before doing the same, leaving him in just his boxers.

when he finally steps out of the closet, though, he’s stopping dead in his tracks and his breath is hitching as he takes in the sight before him. lying in the center of the bed is yn, fast asleep. that’s not unusual, though. it’s the fact that she’s naked. it’s not atypical for her to go without clothes every now and then, but the part that caught his eye the most is that she’s not under the blankets like she usually is. she’s atop the blankets, no doubt due to how hot the house was just a few minutes prior.

he can tell that her body is now adjusting to the change, though, because as his eyes trail over her figure, they stop right at her chest, where her nipples are hard from the slight chill. and what kind of husband would he be if he didn’t warm his wife up right now?

climbing up onto the bed, he crawls to the centre until he’s eye level with her body, lying on his stomach and wrapping his arms around her thighs. he takes a few moments to press some gentle kisses to the soft, warm skin, moving closer and closer to where he’ll reside. he continues until he can’t resist any longer, swiping his tongue through her folds and groaning in satisfaction before pulling back to gauge her reaction.

her breath hitches and she squirms just a bit, but ultimately settles. he takes that as a sign to repeat the action, this time going all in. his grip gets tighter on her thighs as he buries his face deeper, swiping his tongue through once more before taking her clit into his mouth and suckling softly. the action is repeated a handful of times, alternating between each, until he can hear her moans start to pick up.

yn is obviously close by the way her hips have started to grind against his mouth and the volume of her moans, and before harry can realize she’s awake, he feels her fingers in his hair and pulling lightly, making him groan into her. at the feeling she chokes on a moan before her thighs are fighting to close around his head, and he feels her start to clench and unclench as her orgasm begins to take over.

she cums with a loud cry of her husband’s name, her hips grinding against his face as he carries her through the entire thing. he’s aware that she’s down from her orgasm by now, but he doesn’t care. he won’t stop until she’s physically unable, pushing him away from her sensitive flesh.

so that’s what he does. he continues licking into her swollen folds with contentment, listening to her moans of conflict above him because it feels so good but at the same time her mind is telling her she should stop. he has an iron grip on her thighs as he works her through two more orgasms right against his mouth before finally pushing him away. he happily pulls away from her and frees himself from his boxers, satisfied with the amount of time he spent buried between her thighs.

her thighs relax on either side of her and she’s happy for the moment of relief, her chest heaving. “jus’ stay like that, angel. y’don’t even have to lift a finger,” he coos, stroking himself a few times before laying atop her and grabbing one of her thighs. she doesn’t even register what’s happening as he lines himself up with her and slides home in one smooth thrust, the both of them moaning softly in relief.

a shiver runs down yn’s spine at both the feeling and the temperature of the room. “oh, poor thing,” he tsks from above her, grinding down so that his pelvis rubs her swollen clit. “don’t worry, i’m gonna warm you up.”

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[whorediaries-09]

hey I love your writing. I’d love if you could do like a James potter x reader where James is smoking and reader finds it really hot and has maybe there in public so she’s just sitting there really turned on and can’t do anything about it ??

hello, love! do you mind if i take a piece of your mind because this idea had me reeling. hehe, thank you for sending in the request!

can't you see, you're meant for me?

pairing- bsfdad!james potter x reader warning(s)-suggestive content, cigarettes. a/n- i'm a sucker for dilf james...sorry not sorry.

ps- this is very short :p. lmk if ya'll would like a part two hehe.

little train

you shouldn't be thinking about his biceps. not when you're out and about in public. but still, your mind doesn't stop reeling. you watch the sun rays reflect on his brown skin, reflecting the stretch marks he's got on his arms. they're beautiful, you think, as the veins pop from within his skin. he inhales another puff from the cigarette, watching as the smoke ascends into the sky.

'want one, love?' he asks.

'no mr. potter,' he huffs.

'i've asked you so many times to not call me that. you know you can call me james,'

'ah-okay, james, i don't want a cigarette.' he laughs.

'i don't think i'd be able to handle two stoners either ways.'

you're listening to him intently. at least that's what he thinks.

your mind however in occupied in the idea of having his hand wrap around your throat, as he'd push you to the wall, kissing you harsh. you imagine his fingers exploring every bit of your bare skin, with his rough calloused hands. you'd let him, happily. and even if deep down you know it was wrong to be fantasizing about your best friend's dad.

god, you couldn't help yourself.

'love, are you listening?' he asked, apparently caught up on the way you'd zoned out. you'd been practically zoned out, mesmerized by his biceps. he threw the cigarette on the ground, crushing it with the sole of his shoe.

you'd been caught. fuck.

'you seem lost, are you okay?' he said, moving towards you. he was wearing a compression sleeveless shirt paired with gray sweatpants. the ultimate outfit to get you reeling and drooling over him.

'i-ah- i zoned out, james. i'm okay,'

he didn't buy your lie. instead, he offered you a wicked smile.

'you are?'

'totally,' you answered, overly cheerful.

'and i totally believe you.' you blushed, cursing yourself internally.

'now tell me, what is your pretty mind thinking about?' he said, moving closer. you stammered, taking a few steps back.

'i-i'm just thinking about-'

'about?' he knew what you'd been thinking about. you could see it in his eyes. in his soft hazel eyes there was a twinge of malice, a twinge of mischief which you could recognize so well. and god forbid it made you so weak in the knees. you closed your eyes, trying to let your heart stop before you spoke the next words,

'you know what i'm thinking about, james.' he smiled lopsidedly, as if greatly amused, running his tongue over this upper row of teeth.

'do i now, love?'

'i think so, yes.' even if you're faking your confidence, he can right see through your act. he can see you crumbling from within as he towers over you, asking you mundane questions. and god does he love the effect he has on you.

he tests the waters, his palm coming closer to your face. you lean towards it, but just as your face is about to touch the crevice of his palm, your best friend shouts,

'oi! papa! i'm coming,' you jump away from him as harry comes running towards james. in your head, you hate how harry came in and ruined the moment. but you're also grateful because you didn't think you'd be able to control yourself if he held your face. however, it was safe to say the ride back home was more torturous than ever.

he kept tapping his fingers on the passenger's seat while he drove, seemingly nonchalant. but boy both of you knew it drove you fucking crazy.

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[tedwardremus]

Comfort and Joy

It was Christmas Eve, and the village of Godric’s Hollow was quiet except for the soft sounds of singing coming from the small church in the center of town. Lights twinkled and lined the shops on the high street as last-minute shoppers hurried past to get ready for the holiday. It was an ordinary winter night except if someone were to walk by one of the little houses in the village and peer in through the window they’d see shiny shimmering baubles flying around the sitting room. 

A young wizard with untamed black hair named James Potter, who was the owner of the house, held his 5-month-old son, whose dark hair was starting to grow in as messy as his own, and laughed gently at the wide-eyed look on baby Harry’s face as the baubles zoomed by.

“You enjoying decorating your first Christmas tree, Harry?” James summoned a gold bauble closer to Harry who tried to grasp the ball with his tiny little hands. “Look at you! You’re going to be a great quidditch player, aren’t you? Lilly! Check it out, your son is going to be the youngest seeker ever!”

Lily came into the room from the kitchen, the scent of cinnamon and chocolate followed her in. Even though it was going to be a small dinner tomorrow, just the three Potters, their neighbor Bathilda Bagshot, and of course James’ best friend, Sirius Black, Lily had spent the best couple of days prepping food and baking desserts. It was a lot of effort for a four-person dinner (Harry didn’t count as he’d be eating mashed parsnips) but James knew Lily was using the cooking to keep herself busy. When one was confined to stay inside, hiding for an unknowable length of time, spending the week cooking for one dinner was an easy way to pass the time.

“Oh, Harry! Are you helping Dada decorate the tree?” Lilly cooed as she took her son from James’ grasp and ran a hand over the tiny whips of dark baby hair. James swished his wand and all the floating baubles circled the tree once more before landing on their designated branches.

“You missed a spot on the tree, Potter,” Lily quipped as she sat herself down on the sofa and adjusted Harry so he could feed. 

“I take no criticisms or feedback regarding my decorating, Evans.” But James flicked his wand anyway with a smile and the ornaments rearranged themselves on the tree so they were more evenly dispersed. 

James joined his wife and son on the couch, pointing his wand at the wireless to fill their quiet house with Christmas carols. James wrapped his arms around Lily bringing his family physically closer to his side and with a content sigh, Lily rested her head on his shoulder. As James looked down at his feeding son, he began to idly slip Lily’s dark red hair through his fingertips.

If a seventeen-year-old James Potter had wandered into a divination class and a classmate told him that in one year's time, at the age of eighteen, he’d join an underground resistance group and be married to the love of his life he’d simply shrug. Of course, that all sounded correct, nor surprises there. But if the student had then told him that a year after that, at the age of nineteen, he and Lily would be expecting a baby he’d probably laugh at the thought. Furthermore, if the classmate went on to say that at the age of twenty James would remove his family from the front lines of war to go into hiding because a prophecy had put his son in ultimate danger, he’d think it all a ridiculous prank.

But that is exactly how his life had turned out.

And even though Harry’s arrival into the world was unplanned and happened a lot sooner than Lily or he had anticipated he didn’t regret it one bit. He loved being a father and he absolutely loved that he got to be Harry’s father in particular. Everything Harry did was amazing, James was in awe of every little move and sound he made. He was pretty sure no baby in the world was a perfect as their Harry.

“Did you hear from Remus yet? I still have the tin of Christmas biscuits I made for him and some pain potions.” Lily interrupted his thoughts.

James tore his eyes from his family to look at the clock on the fireplace mantle. “I don’t think he’ll be stopping by tonight.”

“I worry about him. I don’t think he’s been taking good care of himself. He acts like it is such a burden for me to brew him potions but it really isn’t. It’s nice to feel useful like I'm still helping the cause, you know.”

James looked back at Lily and attempted to sound reassuring, the longer they stayed in hiding the more they worried about their friends and felt helpless to ensure that everyone was safe. “I know. And Remus knows that too. He's just being exceptionally Moony about everything lately.”

“Whatever Dumbledore has him doing is messing with him. He should ask Dumbledore to give him a break or something.”  

“He won’t do that.” James ran a frustrated hand through his messy hair. “How about this? We can ask Sirius to pop by Moony’s parents’ house after Christmas and leave -” With a little gurgle and a giggle Harry interrupted the conversation. “You finished eating, mate? Want to join the conversation?”

Harry’s attentive eyes looked up at James as he switched his attention from Lily to his son. “You looking forward to Father Christmas tomorrow? Did you ask him about the new Comet racing broom?”

“Oh please, James, do not corrupt our son into a quidditch playing hooligan before he can even walk.”

“What are you talking about, Lil? You saw the way he followed the ornaments around the room! He’s going to be a natural!” James exclaimed. Harry was too young to get on a broom but next year he’d be the right age for a toy broomstick and James was greatly looking forward to teaching his son how to fly.

Lily nuzzled herself and Harry closer into James and started humming along to the Christmas tune on the wireless. A warm wave of comfort washed over James. She still smelled of cinnamon.

Despite the terror. 

Despite the isolation. 

Despite the prophecy that threatened to take all of it away. James couldn’t recall ever being happier than the Christmas he spent holding his wife and their soft, giggly, beautiful baby boy in his arms.

[blakelysco-pilot]

Oooh lovie those soft kiss prompts are sooo 🥹🥹🥹!! I’d love to see 12 for Rosie & Jo and 15 for Val & Ev!

Thanks for being patient on these- they were a lot of fun!

Prompts are from this list & as always, asks are open chickies! 💗

12. Sharing a kiss on New Year’s Eve - Rosie & Jo

He remembered talking about this on New Year’s Eve of ‘43-‘44. Sitting in the Officers hut with Croz, Blakely and Douglass, the latter having brandished a bottle Vat 69 from somewhere. They had sat around, talking about what they’d be doing if they were home, and now 1945 was almost fully out the door to make way for ‘46- the first year not tarnished by war- and it was happening.

The band was playing at Minton’s and he was spinning the woman of his dreams around a crowded dance floor.

New Year’s Eve was for friends, he remembered telling the three other men, and now the four of them were together with their respective sweethearts. But he wasn’t focused on them at the moment. No, he was focused on the woman in his arms whose eyes were crinkled at the corners as she laughed. Her hands in his as he spun her around, the skirt of the maroon dress she had chosen for the occasion fanned out around her; she was radiant and carefree, and Rosie had never felt such complete contentment in all of his life. This was where he had prayed so hard to be. To come home and be able to have her in his arms. A year ahead of him and Jo with endless possibilities.

“Look at you,” he grinned, pressing his lips against the shell of her ear as he spun her back into his arms. “Stunning, sweetheart.”

“Robbie!”

“You are. I should have said it a hundred times over by now…”

“How many drinks have you had?” She teased, stepping in time with him as they continued to dance.

“I promise, it’s not the whiskey.”

“Robert Rosenthal, don’t lie to me.” She beamed.

“Not lying,” shaking his head, he let his hands slide down to her waist so he could pick her up and spin her, the excitement of midnight drawing closer by the second. “God, look at you!”

When her feet were finally back on solid ground, she couldn’t help but grin back at him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed her nose to his, eyes softening as she took in his smile, blue eyes sparkling in the low light of Minton’s.

“Almost midnight…” she grinned.

“Tell me, Miss Harris, is there a fella in this place who gets your midnight kiss?”

“There is…”

“Lucky,” Rosie teased, nosing at her cheek. “I am a lucky son of a gun.”

“No my love, I’m the lucky one.”

Not waiting for the clock to strike twelve, Rosie pulled her flush to his body with all the flourish he could muster. With a smile, he let his hands come to rest gently at the base of her neck before slanting his lips over hers with ease. They didn’t need to wait for midnight anymore; he was home just like they both had pined for, and he could kiss her whenever he wanted.

15. Sharing a surprise kiss- Ev & Val

The first thing Val heard as she opened the door of the apartment was music. Not music she would expect to hear knowing her mother was downstairs, but something from Olive when she had introduced them to modern music. Someone named Van Morrison; a song that Everett had ultimately begged Olive to find on a record for him on one of her last trips to her time, a record he said reminded him of Val.

“Ev?” She dropped her purse on the small table by the door, her gloves and hat following.

“In here!” He called back over the music, and it was then Val picked up on the smell of something coming from the kitchen. Was he…?

“Are you cooking?”

“Pulled a few pots from one of the boxes,” he turned from the counter where she could just make out that he was opening a bottle of wine. “Thought you might like a break.”

“We had nothing in the icebox, honey…”

“I went down to the store,” wiping his hands on a dish towel, he came to stand in front of her. “That little Italian one your mother always goes to.”

“Did you ask her for help?” Val narrowed her eyes at him.

“No,” he grinned. “I've seen you make sauce enough times, it seemed easy enough. Though, breading the chicken cutlets got a little messy for a bit.”

Ev caught her just as she jumped into his arms, her lips immediately finding his. He held her against him, hands gripping her thighs as he backed them up towards the kitchen table, lips still pressed against hers with fervor.

They hadn’t been home long, and had just begun to piece together a life in the apartment her mother had saved for them while simultaneously planning a wedding and looking for a place of their own. Their belongings were strewn around rooms in boxes and, and their footlockers that they had yet to unpack. Val had been working tirelessly with the help of their friends to make the apartment a home, for however temporary, and knowing that Everett had thought enough to make them dinner, was enough to have her face split from how hard she was grinning.

“Thank you…” she gasped, pulling away for air. “

“What for?”

“You made dinner…”

“You’re making this place a home,” he tucked a stray curl behind her ear. “Least I could do was boil some rigatoni and cook tomatoes.”

“You would have made an excellent addition to the Clubmobile, honey.”

“I think I was better suited to fly the planes and flirt with the girl in the truck, not actually make the donuts.”

“Well, I’ll take what I can get now.”

“Oh, is that how it is?”

“That’s how it is…” she giggled, pressing her lips to his softly. “Did you pick up something for dessert?”

“Now, what makes you think there’s dessert involved?”

“Because you’re playing that record from Olive, and I’m sitting on our kitchen table.”

“In that case,” swiftly picking her up, he shut the gas off on the stove before crossing the room towards their bedroom. “Dessert first.”

[softguarnere]

listen . i cannot stop thinking about Speirs referring to his wife as “my fair lady” because of Fierce Valor and . Anything with soft! Speirs / maybe even post-war sweetness with Ron like I need it and you just write soft!Speirs so well ..

Anywhere You Go (Let Me Go Too)

Ron Speirs x reader

A/N: Lex, the way I am sitting here smiling and blushing 😭🙈 I am so obsessed with the way that you write Speirs, so you saying that I write soft!Speirs well is pretty much the ultimate compliment 💖 Thank you for trusting me to write this, and I hope you like it 💕🕊️ (As usual, this is written for the fictional depiction from the show - no disrespect to the real life veterans!)

Warnings: mentions of war, alcohol, and of blood

Casual is not a word that anyone would use to describe Ronald Speirs. Cold is the more likely word choice of those who have only worked with him, or caught whispers of the rumors that trail behind him. Careful would probably be the most accurate word. Everything that he does is deliberate. If life is a game of checkers, then Ron is playing chess, because he always seems to be at least two steps ahead of everyone else, like he has considered every possibility and is already planning his next move.

But this, you think to yourself as you watch him come into the room, is probably as close to casual as he can get.

And that's because he's a little bit drunk.

Ron had entered the room slowly, and now that the door is shut, he stands facing it, leaning against it with a sigh. Then he turns to you with a smile on his face that makes you wonder how anyone could think that any of the rumors about him could possibly be true. Especially now, when he comes over to the bed and flops down onto his stomach, looking up at you with wide eyes and a goofy grin.

"Good evening," he says with a curt nod. He obviously seems to think that he's being serious, but it makes you laugh.

"To you as well." You scoot over a bit from where you have been sitting to make more room for him, but he seems content to stay where he is - half on the bed, and half off. He hums when you reach out and run a hand through his hair, sinking into the bed and your touch. "I thought you didn't drink?"

He huffs - maybe a laugh, maybe a sigh. "The other officers convinced me to have some. To celebrate."

"Nixon?"

". . . Harry and Lip were drinking, too."

"Ah." You click your tongue. "Peer pressure."

This time there's no mistaking the laugh that bubbles up from deep within his chest. He rolls onto his side so that he can look at you better. Reaching up, he holds out his hand, and you take it, even though you have to stop carding your hands through his hair.

"I made up my mind though."

"Oh? About what?"

"After the war." He squeezes your hand. His brows furrow slightly as he thinks. "It's over now. Everyone keeps talking about what they want to do, where they're going and I -" He cuts himself off.

You squeeze his hand. What?

It's no secret that he's been conflicted. He had been planning to jump into the Pacific with Easy because they needed a leader. But now that the Japanese have surrendered . . . Winters and Nixon are going to New Jersey, Welsh is going to marry Kitty, and Ron . . .

"I don't know yet," you had told him when the news had reached Austria. "I just know that I'm done being a combat medic. Whatever comes after this . . . If I never bandage another wound again, it will be too soon."

"I don't know yet, either," Ron had said, squinting out across the sunny baseball field, watching the men and weighing his options.

Now though, drunk and trying to be sincere, he seems to have made up his mind.

"I just want to go wherever you go," he says.

Blood pumps in your ears as your heart starts to race. Did you hear him correctly? Is this because he's drunk?

Before you can order your thoughts Ron is pushing himself up so that he's sitting across from you. A pink hue has settled across his cheeks, like rosy clouds streaked across the sky at sunset; it might be from the warmth of the alcohol he has consumed, it might be because of the tender moment, or it might be both.

Now your heart is really racing. "What do you mean?" You ask over its roar.

Ron nods. "I mean that if it's what you want, I would like to be with you after the war. Wherever that might take us."

"Of course I want that." Is it even a question? "Do you?"

Ron smiles. In combat, he looks like a figure drawn with sharp edges and filled in with muted colors. But here - he looks so soft, and the colors are so warm and bright. If everyone else could see him like this . . . Ron would never let that happen, though. He has a reputation to uphold. Moments like these, glimpses of a softer man, are just for you.

"Wherever you want to go (Y/N)," Ron repeats. "Your hometown. Boston. Somewhere new. I can get my old job back. We'll have money." It sends a shiver down your spine when he promises, "I'll take care of you."

It's no secret that Ron does well in combat - like he's made for it - and that he enjoys aspects of it and the way that they give him a rush. But he is also a frank man who despises lying and always speaks his mind; he wouldn't be telling you this if he didn't mean it.

You reach out and caress his face. It's warm, and a little bit of stubble pricks your palm. He leans into it. "If you're sure. Then yes; I would go anywhere with you."

He averts his eyes quickly, his face growing warmer under your touch. Yes, you confirm, he's definitely a little drunk.

He reaches into his pocket and removes something, then holds out his hand to you. When you remove your hand from his face and place it on his palm, he slides a glittering bracelet over your wrist. "I thought of you when I saw this."

This whole war you have seen each other covered in blood and grime and uniforms - yet he thought of you when he saw something so beautiful.

"It's gorgeous." You hold your wrist up to the light to admire how it sparkles. "Thank you."

His smile grows wider. "Anything for my fair lady." He flops back down onto the bed, maneuvering himself so that his head is in your lap. He lets out a contented hum when you resume carding your hands through his hair. "So, where should we go first?"

"Well, we've already toured Europe," You note. "Why not just head to the States and see if we can catch a bit of rest before the next adventure?"

He nods, and it sends a thrill through your chest to think that this is real - you are together and this is happening.

"Lets go home," he agrees.

This - being here, with him - already feels like home, but you nod, knowing that home will be anywhere you go with your dashing gentleman.

[harringtons-cupid]

Nobody gets me like you - Steve x Fem! Reader

wc. 1k

Warnings 18+: Smut: creampie, choking, hotel sex, fingering, cunnilingus, squirting (reader's first time). Angst: crying, breakup themes. Fluff: Kissing, established relationship, love letter

Tagged: @sweet-villain @harrys-four-nipples @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @moonchildquinn @pleasantlycrazyworld @urlbitchin @tinyluvs @bisexual-byers @joejoequinnquinn

Thanks to SZA for writing, Nobody gets me. What an icon. Also you guys know me, the images above says nothing about the indication of readers skin colour. Reader is you

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Tears fell down your face as you sat in his maroon BMW, you both knew that this might happen but you didn't think the day would come so soon.

Tears fell down your face as you sat in his maroon BMW, you both knew that this might happen but you didn't think the day would come so soon.

He was the only person who got you, the only person who understood what went on in your mind. You loved him to death.

"How am I supposed to let you go?" his voice broke as he clasped onto your hands so tightly they hurt.

His voice making you cry even more, he was off to college away from you. The idea of trying long distance, you knew would never work.

"Steve, you know. We don't have to end this today" your breath was hitched as you spoke.

"We don't?" he questioned, wiping the tears off his face.

The idea scanning through his mind, those beautiful brown eyes lit up as he let go of your hands. Turning the key into his car and drove out of your house drive, you were confused slightly but not wanting him to change his mind.

Racing through town until he sped fast the 'Goodbye Hawkins' sign, your tears dried as he grinned at you. You still had the clothes from staying at his, he didn't care about any of that.

The need to have one last night with you, the ultimate fuck fest was the only thing on his mind.

He stopped 7 hours out of Hawkins at a run down motel, handing you the keys to the motel as he grabbed the rest of your belongings. Smiling at you as he noticed you sprawled onto the bed in nothing but your underwear.

"Holy fuck, I'm going to miss you" he breathed, the door slam shut behind him.

Throwing his clothes across the floor as he made his way to you, his eyes were full of lust. Peppering your body with soft kisses making you giggle as he grabbed any bit of skin, nibbling on the skin between your thighs.

His teeth grabbing onto the frilly parts of your underwear, ripping them off your skin with a squeal. Feeling feral as his hands comfortably sat underneath each cheek, his face perfectly resting on your cunt.

Slowly circling his tongue on your clit, your soft gasps filled the room as you bucked your hips on his face. Your hands tugging into his brown locks, messing up the perfect gelled look but he didn't care as his moans vibrated against your body.

His lips piercing around your clit, sucking gently before teasing your entrance with his tongue. Sliding it in with a gasp from you, your knuckles were loosing blood from gripping onto the bed too tightly.

"Fuck Steve, i'm so close" you shivered, your head pressed into the pillow.

"Cum for me baby" his voice was muffled as he replaced his tongue with his finger. His tongue returning to your clit.

Edging you closer and closer to your orgasm as you aggressively rode his face, wettening his stubble around his chin. His eyes staring deeply into yours as you moaned loudly, your body shook as you rode yourself through your orgasm.

Panting heavily as you continued to cum hard onto his face, watching as his eyes closed. Completely tasting you on his tongue, his fingers were curled inside you as you came for a second time.

Removing his fingers, he pushed them into your mouth forcing you to taste them before kissing you hard. His tongue slid into your mouth, sucking hard onto it.

Breathless, you held his face in yours with a grin. The sad but lustful look as he scanned your face. His cock was pressing into your thigh, hard and throbbing.

Your hand slid down to play with it, flicking the precum onto your fingers and watching him shudder and grind into your hands.

"Hurry up baby, stick it in for the memories" you moaned into his mouth, not moving your hand until he couldn't hold it in any minute.

Pulling you further down the bed, you laughed lightly. He spread your legs as far apart as he could, smacking your clit with his tip before teasing your entrance and sliding in.

You both groan at the sensation, he didn't move until he felt your wetness drown his cock inside you. Your hips moved for friction, gasping as you forced his eyes on you.

He found it hard to refrain from watching his cock slid in and out of you, knowing that it might be the last time he could.

His hands fit around your neck as he squeezed, you grinned at him as he began to speed up. Hitting your soft spot hard and fast, the bed creaking from the movement as his eyes flickered between opened and closed.

"Feels s-o-o fucking good baby" he shuddered, placing your hand onto your clit as he lifted you up slightly.

You groaned as you played with your clit, your legs tightly wrapped around his back. Not wanting him to move, too scared incase you would wake up and he wouldn't be yours.

Those dark orbs looked at you so softly, as your body moved with his. Tears began to fall down your cheeks, you were glad that his eyes were closed. You were going to miss him.

His eyes opened suddenly, forcing your hand off your clit and spanking it with his own hand. You gasped, closing your eyes tightly as you rode through the sensation. It resurged within a second and you felt yourself squirt hard against his cock, splashing all over the bed.

Staring at you in awe and amazement, you had never squirted before now. His body shuddered as you continued until you gasped for breath.

"You're so fucking hot baby, i'm so close" he groaned with desperation.

After catching a burst of energy, you began rocking your hips onto his cock. His tip hitting around your walls hard, he whimpered as you edged him closer to his orgasm.

"Cum for me Steve, cum in your favourite cunt for the last time. Leave me all filled up before you leave" you gasped, his hands tightened around your neck.

His body shook, filling you up with his hot silky cum. Fucking it deeper and deeper until his cock slipped out you. Gasping out of exhaustion, he laughed as he fell next to you.

Crawling onto his chest, as both of your bodies tingled. The sweat glistened in the half-light, your face hurt from grinning so much.

You laid there until you were over the brick of exhaustion, your body naked bodies fitted together. The sky was darker as the night lights shone between the thin curtains.

Wanting to talk but you stayed in silence, scared of breaking down. Steve broke first.

"I don't want to see you with anyone but me" he voice was quiet and sad, it echoed into the small room.

"Nobody will have me, i'm yours Steve. I only like myself but you" you sighed, and the tears began to fall again.

Your chest ached as you looked at him the dark, finding his face and kissing him.

"All yours even if I have to let you go. My heart won't" you were crying heavily now, he pulled you into his chest as he began to shake.

Wet droplets fell onto your head as he cried onto you. Finally sleep found you both, wrapped together in each others bodies. Not moving until the last second, stopping at a diner for breakfast.

His feet played with yours under the table, making you giggle into the menus as you ordered. Your eyes were bloodshot from crying and lack of sleep, his hair was no longer gelled. His fringe fell over his face.

"You're so pretty" you leaned across the table, grasping his hand in yours with a sad smile.

You ate slowly until the afternoon sun crept through the big glass windows, your coffees had long gone cold as you talked together. Avoiding the elephant in the room.

He held you in the carpark of the diner, he held your hand in the car as he drove you home. Kissing you hard for the last time that night.

Sunday Monday as your parents loaded the last things into your car, Steve pulled onto the bed of your drive. As suspected his parents weren't with him, his car packed similarly to yours.

Standing awkwardly away from each other until you rushed forward and embraced him. Smelling his strong cologne, his breath on your neck as he squeezed you.

Neither of you wanting to give in first, still avoiding the elephant in the room.

You began to cry as he whispered "I love you", your hair tangled into his mouth as he stroked your back smoothly.

As he let you go, his hand slipped you a note.

"Read it when you're in the car. I needed to see you one last time my love" his words were choked up as he stroked your face. Gazing at you before heading back to his car.

You watched him, clutching onto the note tightly. Deciding you needed to feel him one last time you rushed forward and leaned your head into the car, and kissed him.

Crying onto his lips until he mumbled "I gotta go baby", taking one last look at him before you watched his car drive away from you.

Disappearing into your car to avoid your parents, you ripped open the note. It was simple and short.

Nobody gets me but you, all yours.

Stevie

[allwaswell16]

5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. learn to know your mutuals and followers 🫶

Ohh I love to answer these with fic recs...so here are 5 fics that have been making me happy recently!

—PART SEVEN—

5 Fics That Make Me Happy

All Shook Up by @littleroverlouis (T, 9k)

Memphis, Tennessee is looking to crown the Ultimate Elvis Tribute artist. A majority of the contestants are content to shake their hips on stage, but singer-songwriter Harry is taking it more seriously. He is confident his voice and charisma will send him straight through to the finals.

He is already polishing his crown before even setting foot on stage, until he meets a fellow competitor. Louis is talented, charming, and a natural born performer. He commands the stage— and Harry's attention.

Harry has his eye on the prize and the Ultimate title, but what happens when someone��becomes the ultimate prize?

I'm Weaker Without You by The_Halcyonic_Lachesist / @chai-hat-tea (T, 20k)

Alpha Lord Louis Tomlinson is a rake who refuses to settle down. Will he settle down for the Society's most talked about Omega? What about the enticing scent that belongs to the Beta? How will he react to said Beta pursuing the Omega too?

Warm Chilling by Larry_you_know / @larryyouknow (G, 7k)

Louis moves into a cosy cottage in the English countryside with his dog Clifford to look after his great-aunt's animals. His next door neighbour, Harry, is an eccentric young man who swims in the pond every morning, owns cats and chickens, grows his own vegetables and wears, according to Louis, grand-dad clothes. He's the opposite of Louis, who is a true city man and has tiny little troubles adjusting to life in the countryside. It's only a matter of time before Louis falls madly in love with his endearing neighbour.

Maid in the A.M. by Lainy122 (E, 9k)

“You’re not supposed to be here.” The lad frowned at him.

“Sorry,” Harry said automatically. Which, wait. No, that wasn’t right. “Um, actually, I sort of live here?”

Okay, that came out less firm than Harry would like, but it was still true.

The guy rolled his eyes. “Obviously.”

Harry had absolutely no idea what was happening.

Soft Wings by @kingsofeverything (G, 4k)

Harry is a Dolly Parton fan who wants to get a tattoo in tribute to her. Louis is the tattoo artist.

[burberryharold]

okay I’ve had a minute to recover (not really) and I’m now going to spill my thoughts here (sorry this is a long one y’all)

First of all, I’d like to preface this by expressing how proud I am of you Drea for writing this masterpiece, I’ve seen the people so rudely coming at you for taking your time writing the chapter, you are under no obligation whatsoever to even write this story yet you, and Leyla, provide us with brilliant, beautiful, gorgeous writing that is completely out of this world FOR FREE (while you’re also a STEM major like hello?? How sexy of you) so thank you, from the bottom of my heart, because ysijwa has become a source of comfort for me and it is close to my heart, and it’s genuinely just a brilliant story in every sense

Now that the sappy part is out of the way lol, I can confidently say that this chapter ruined me completely, in a cool way. 

Straight from the beginning we could just see how much he cares for her like that idiot is fucking in love. The part about him asking her if he could be her boyfriend rather than asking if she would be his girlfriend because he wanted her to know her belonged to her in every way, I was just gone. Deceased. Just take my heart. 

It’s always in the little things, the way he just smiles when he hears her ringtone, and the fact that instead of pulling away from her when she kisses his neck he feels safe (that one will ALWAYS get me rip me)

This chapter is giving us a deeper insight into his feelings and I just wanna fucking hug him 

Clingy vampirry ARISE he’s so fucking whipped I love it 

And his damn google searches HAHAHAHA IM WHEEZING

Boyfriend vampirry I repeat boyfriend vampirry. That’s it. 

And when he called her blossom? And my girl?? Peach??? Deceased. Gone. 

HE IS SUCH A SOFTIE

And her claiming him as hers?? YES QUEEN TELL HIM and shit she’s so hot even I was losing my breath

Sub h? Fuck yeah

I’ve talked about harry, but y/n in this chapter?? She owns my ass, she was so bold and gave him a taste of his own medicine, she’s just so hot

I just fucking love their relationship, like they can be so horny around each other and then in a second joke around and him flexing his titties ASDFGHJKL they are my relationship goals

“SPARE BOOBIES” GOT ME WHEEZING I FUCKING CANT HAHAHA that is such a you thing to say drea

And when they were eating breakfast on the sofa and being all cute and giggly? Fucking disgusting I am so lonely I want to be loved immediately 

The writing. THE WRITING!!! The way you write is just so fucking beautiful I’ll never shut up about it! The way I just lose myself in the words I have to go back and read again because I was just so captivated like wow

The yoga part: jealous and possessive y/n, YES!!! And him drying himself off with his shirt after yoga? A DEMON 

The way they’re so domestic with each other, cleaning and getting ready for bed together I AM SOFT 

HARRY POPPING HIS ASS TO BODY AND DANCING IS EVERYTHING AND I WISH I COULD WITNESS THIS 

When will it be my turn to have dance parties with Harry huh?? when will I get to scream to a Jonas Brothers song with Harry huh??? Unfair 

When he offered her a drawer and she did the same and the way he was a blushy giggly mess HE’S SO FUCKING CUTE I CANT TAKE IT 🥺🥺🥺🥺 

When he asked her to help him shave I fucking melted into a puddle this is too fucking much drea my heart is too fragile, the way he’s allowing himself to be vulnerable and letting her in in such moments makes me want to fucking cry 

THE ENTIRE HELPLESS SCENE!!! Hamilton has a special place in my heart and them singing it together and harry relating to the lyrics I just asdfghlsdjdl I legit couldn’t stop smiling while I was reading 

This chapter made me a soft emo mess I just love these two so fucking much and I missed them and the way you write them is just so fucking beautiful drea I always get lost in your words (and Leyla’s too, you two are so fucking insanely talented) I honestly cannot believe this story is real 

SOFT VAMPIRRY IS EVERYTHING!!!

thank you for sharing your brilliant writing with us, it is not something I take for granted, and neither should anyone, and you are just fucking brilliant <3

you’re someone i just want around: XI

“No one ever got me high like this, set me on fire like this

Running on a wire like this, losing my mind like this

I don’t know what it is, but I could never call it quits

I just wanna stay like this

I just wanna stay like this, like this.”

— Like This, Jake Scott

IMPORTANT A/N: AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! hi 🥺 it’s been a while, hasn’t it? but i’m so ecstatic to be back with a new chapter for you guys! I’m very sorry it took so long, school has just been kicking my ass (bio major tingz ✨) and trying to juggle writing amongst everything was really hard— it felt like pulling teeth, honestly. But here she is! I just want to preface this chapter by saying that the first part of it takes place in a POV where it’s overlooking their entire relationship in the past, present, and future, so it doesn’t really have a setting other than in the characters’ minds. After that, it picks up right where we left off in ch10 with Y/N falling asleep to Harry’s singing. It’s sort of like when a movie overlooks the whole plot, then rewinds and starts from the beginning. It’s hard to explain, but you guys will understand as you read! I just wanted to clear it up now to avoid any confusion. 

I also want to say that this fic is something that has become a huge part of leyla and I’s lives, so it takes a lot of energy and time, especially when we crank out chapters with such huge word counts and we do for free. And with the pandemic, school, and work, writing has become increasingly more difficult, and your support means more than we could ever possibly put into words. Due to all of this, I’m going to link our kofis down below, in case anyone wants to provide a bit more support to two tired ass college students hanging on by a thread LMAO. Please don’t feel pressured or required to do so!! It’s only there for anyone who can spare some help!

Again, thank you so much for all your constant love and support for us and for this fic! It wouldn’t be what it is without all of you! A special shoutout to miss paige @harryinthecountryside​ for listening to my endless ramblings and stress venting about this. i love you, i guess 🙄 Just a friendly reminder that feedback is truly, madly, deeply™ appreciated! If you enjoy it, please reblog it! Spreading content keeps creators motivated! Without further delay, let’s dive in  😼 

andrea’s kofi : leyla’s kofi

harry’s condo : ysijwa masterlist : andrea’s masterlist : leyla’s masterlist : ysijwa playlist I : ysijwa playlist II

word count: 51.5k

content/warnings: nostalgic flashbacks across the SWCU (the Sherlock and Watson Cinematic Universe), the big, “I was so stupid to think I wouldn’t fall for her.” confession everyone’s been waiting for, a bit of insight about Harry’s disastrous relationship with Miss Snap Crackle Pop, Harry taking to Google again for advice because apparently that’s better than just getting therapy, Master Chef round 5, yoga is the devil’s favorite torture mechanism, the rise of dominant!Y/N and jealous!Y/N, Tiktok is actually pretty useful, a Megan thee Stallion cameo, and Harry opening up in his own special way ft. Helpless from the Hamilton soundtrack. basically honeymoon phase fluff galore! oh and internalized angst, guilt, and self-destructive tendencies! have fun!

Harry isn’t a serious person.

He hardly takes things seriously anymore, unless it pertains to life and death situations, and considering who— or rather what— he is, those encounters come up more often than he’d like to admit. Nevertheless, he maintains the carefree mantra, because forcing himself to be bland for anything less than apocalyptic is a pastime he’d rather not indulge. And though he was very much the opposite when he was alive— treating everything as if it was of extreme importance, walking on eggshells just to save anyone the trouble of having to clean up a mess he’d made— he behaves in such an opposite manner now for a very specific reason, and he had intended— truly, sincerely intended— to keep it that way for the rest of eternity. 

Back when the vampire was mortal, he had lived during an era where it was required to observe matters under the utmost scrutiny. His entire human life (as short and monotonous as it had been) was almost three decades of him being the most respectful, hard-working, conforming young man he could possibly be. He was raised to act as such, and he followed that dull Victorian standard down to the last thread, because he knew that there were people— his loved ones— that were counting on him and his societal success to ensure peace and prosperity for the rest of the family lineage. And in order to achieve said success, he had to take everything seriously; there had been no room for mistakes, no space for second-guessing, and as the sole son of a working class family, he would have rather seen himself dead before disappointing his parents. 

Unfortunately, it seems the universe—just like Harry— had taken that hyperbole a bit too seriously.

Keep reading

[moonyswolfie]

Amortentia II

A/N: The time has come, you guys. I am finally posting it. What was once a one part story turned two is probably going to get a third soon enough. But I promise I’m not going to make you wait another two years for it. I apologize for the long wait but I truly, truly hope you will like this chapter. I have been struggling with writer’s block and a lot of writing, deleting and rewriting. Everything felt like it wasn’t good enough but I think ultimately, this is how this fic is supposed to go. After all, even in real life, not everything happens with the speed of a Firebolt, especially not conflicts.

I hope y’all will like it, please let me know your impressions on it and I’ll check in again on the next fic which I hope will happen this week.

Trigger Warnings: mentions of cheating, cheating under influence, hurt, emotional pain, a lot of baby cuteness, pregnancy because I know it can be a trigger for some people, also for anyone suffering from emetophobia, there are some scenes mentioning sickness.

If I missed any, please let me know.

Pairing: Sirius Black x Potter!reader [engaged]

It’s been a week since the love potion incident and you and Sirius have been successfully avoiding each other. He left on every single Order mission he could and you made yourself busy scouting the terrain, gathering allies and taking care of baby Harry while his parents were out on missions.

You also temporarily moved into James and Lily’s guest bedroom. You outright refuse to sleep in that room again, in that bed…

You couldn’t stop thinking about him, about Marlene coming down the stairs from your room, hair disheveled and clothes put back on in a hurry… about her lips on his and his hands on her body, touching, grabbing...

You shake your head, closing your eyes and breathing in deep as a new wave of nausea takes over you, but unlike the previous ones you’ve been having all morning, this one didn’t go away. You tried a few more deep breaths, but ultimately had to put the story book you have been reading to your nephew away and rush to the bathroom.

You emerge after brushing your teeth twice and grimace at the unpleasant sensation left in your throat. You cannot wait until the morning sickness goes away, which according to Lily should be soon, but you don’t want to get your hopes up and jinx it.

Breathe in, breathe out. Slow and steady. Ground yourself.

These words have become somewhat of a mantra to you over the past few days. This far along in your pregnancy, it was too risky to allow yourself to feel the hurricane of emotions piled up inside you so you tried breathing instead.

It didn’t really work, but at least it kept you from crying yourself dry over what happened with Sirius.

Taking back your previous spot in the wooden rocking chair next to Harry’s crib, you turn the page and clear your throat, focusing on the present and the sweet, giggling baby happily cooing your way.

“Do you remember where we left off, Harry?” you ask with a soft smile, tilting your head to the side

Your nephew offered a toothless grin and a few babbles in reply, opting instead to raise his little arms and make grabby hands at you, a gesture that turned you to mush and almost made you burst out in tears.

You hold them back though, otherwise Harry might start crying with you.

Merlin, you cannot wait until the pregnancy hormones are gone too.

Not wasting a second however, you move to pick him up and snuggle him close, covering his adorable little face and hands in kisses until he’s laughing so loud, your eardrums protest. And even then you barely find it in yourself to stop, the sound of pure, joy filled laughter being the only fuel your tired, broken heart needs right now.

Sighing content and smiling from all the serotonin, you settle baby Harry on your lap, mindful of your bump, and keep him close to you while you resume your reading, kissing the top of his head from time to time.

All the love and attention he received from his favorite aunt exhausted him however, and he is out in a matter of minutes with a smile on his face and snoring gently.

You can’t help but smile fondly. Every day you see more and more of your brother in him and it only makes you wonder who will your baby look like more, you or Sirius?

Biting your lip, you gently place Harry back in his crib and tuck him in with his Wolfie plush, a gift from dear Uncle Moony, before you make your way out of the nursery and to the living room downstairs.

“Deep breaths, in and out, slow” you mumble to yourself once you’re sure you’re out of earshot and won’t wake the baby.

Four breaths in and you let out a huff, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. You try to hold them back, but it’s too late now. You stop fighting.

And so, for the first time in a week, you finally allow yourself to break down and cry about this whole mess that your beautiful and happy relationship has turned into. The mess that Marlene and her stupid teenage tricks turned it into.

One hand goes up to cover your mouth when painful sobs start wrecking your body. You bottled everything up since it happened, refusing to think about it, changing the subject whenever Lily or James or even Remus would ask how you’re feeling.

Because the truth is, you don’t know either. You put up a strong face, but even the strongest of warriors break down eventually.

And now that you have, it feels like you can never get back up again.

*

You hurried up the stairs to your room to find the love of your life shirtless and sobbing his heart out, guilt lacing every word he was mumbling under his breath. The same question, over and over again, each time more painful than the last as the events that just unfolded played on repeat in his mind.

What did I do?

Your heart was breaking into a million pieces seeing him in this state. This is her fault. She was selfish and sought out her own gain, no matter the consequences or anyone else’s feelings.

And now Sirius was paying the price for that. And so were you.

*

It’s not been too long since you left Harry’s room, but to you it felt like an eternity. You cried and cried until you had no more tears left, but it didn’t feel like enough. You’re not quite sure what would, really.

All you know however, is that you feel angry. Angry at Marlene for what she did, angry at yourself for feeling so stuck that you didn’t act sooner and angry at Sirius for not even listening to you.

*

“Sirius” you whispered his name, but with the suffocating tension coating the room, your whisper fell on deaf ears.

He didn’t look up, so you took a step forward and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. This time, when you spoke, your voice was louder and more firm.

“Sirius, look at me, please.”

He tenses up for a second under your touch, looking up but not meeting your gaze.

“I’m so, so sorry, Y/N. I would never…” he gulps “I would never do anything to hurt you. Or I wouldn’t have-”

You shake your head and cup his cheeks, finally meeting his gaze. Your thumbs rub gentle circles on his skin, a calming gesture that you know he loves.

“Siri, you could never hurt me. And you haven’t. I know that the man I saw earlier wasn’t you, not truly.”

Your voice is soft and gentle, as if talking to a scared puppy. One hand travels up from his cheek and moves a few rebel strands of hair out of his face. But when you attempt to get closer, Sirius pulls away from you and out of reach, shaking his head.

“I made a promise and I broke it. I can’t…I can’t expect you to just forgive me and go back to how everything was this morning.”

You frown, watching him pace the room. Did he not hear you?

“Love, I never said anything about forgiveness. What happened did without your consent so if anything, it’s you who should be asked for forgiveness, not me-“

But you didn’t get to finish, because Sirius went out the door, down the stairs and disappeared into the night without a second glance back.

*

You don’t blame him, not for what happened. But you are upset that he left without listening to you. You understood why, but it still made you want to scream whenever the scene replayed in your mind.

It made you feel powerless. And you hate nothing more.

*

You open your eyes and glance at the clock. 7:47 PM.

Harry’s been asleep for about an hour now and James and Lily should be back in half an hour at the latest. They both hate being away from him for too long and do their best to finish their tasks early on so they can come home to their little bundle of joy every evening.

You could wait until then and afterwards pay a long overdue visit to your fiancé.

It’s time to take back your power.

[theficpusher]

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A Special Valentine

Anonymous Said: would it be possible for the "series of firsts" it's harry's first time with a girl...

Based Off Of This Ask

And This One

A/N: So I’ve been sitting on this concept for what seems life forever. I’ve gotten ideas and I’ve lost ideas and it’s been a good while of writing little drafts and stuff for this fic. But, I am so so so thankful to have @adore-you-hs2 and @honeyfulharries for helping me brainstorm some ideas for this fic!! Since I wrote a virgin!Y/n fic last year around valentines day, I figured I’d do a fic for Harry, only this time incorporating more of the valentines theme. So it’s hella soft and fluffy with a lil angst, and when you get to the smut it’s hella filthy😂I hope y’all like it and I hope all of you had a lovely day…yesterday or the day before bc this valentine is hella late and timezones are a bitch. This is a brand new installment in a series of firstsss!! Anywaysss…enjoy🙃❤️

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Harry was beyond embarrassed. He was almost at the point of being ashamed. While all of his friends divulged about their sex lives and talked about how their significant other was in bed, he just sat next to you idly without anything to add to the conversation. He couldn’t talk about his favorite positions to have you in or little tricks he has for the bedroom. He was a virgin and didn’t have any type of experience whatsoever in regards to sex. The most he’d ever done with someone was touching over the clothes and making out. When he was all by himself, Harry did what he had to do; which he actually felt like he did a pretty good job with. It’s not that he didn’t know what he was into or liked in regards to his pleasure. Harry knew what his favorite content was and he even had a couple toys he liked to use on himself. It’s just that when he got to the more intimate phase of the relationship, he always got flustered and nervous. Even when it came to oral or mutual masturbation. He didn’t exactly know why he wasn’t able to express himself or be the same person he was when he was behind closed doors and alone. What made matters even worse for him though was the fact that he always felt rushed. Like whenever he said that he wasn’t quite ready or that he was a virgin, the dynamic of the relationship shifted. Ultimately leaving him alone to feel embarrassed, a bit hopeless, and sad over the fact that he was still a virgin. He also felt unwanted given the fact that a couple of his prior relationships fizzled out pretty quickly after he revealed that he hadn’t had his first time and that he wasn’t ready to do so at that moment. 

Eventually though, Harry reached the point of not even bothering or trying to meet new people and be in a relationship. He felt like he’d never be accepted nor meet the right person for him, let alone be ready to go all the way. So he put all of that on the back burner and just went along with life, becoming content with being completely by himself. And then he met you. It was like the perfect cliche. You were the person who never judged him for being a virgin or tried to rush him into doing anything he wasn’t up to or ready for. You just loved him for him and you wanted to be with him and be in love. It was like he was being understood and heard for the first time in a very long time and it felt great. With you, Harry was never made to feel like he was less than because of his choice and feelings when it came to his virginity. In fact, when you listened to what he’d been through in the past, it broke your heart. You could tell that he was really heartbroken and deeply saddened about it all and you never wanted to make him feel that way or even worse. So you made it your mission to never put pressure on him when it came to this and you made it your mission to listen and be there for him. You weren’t going to back out of your relationship over this; you loved him too much to even consider doing that. 

Even though he was fine with and had accepted the idea of being by himself, Harry didn’t want that for the rest of his life. He wanted to be with someone, he wanted to love someone unconditionally and be unconditionally loved back. And he got just that in you. He’d have to spend an entire lifetime compiling all of the words that could describe how perfect you are and how much he loves your relationship. Sure the two of you annoyed the hell out of each other at times and had disagreements. But neither of you wanted to annoy or disagree with anyone else. Over the past almost year of being together, you and Harry grew closer and closer. You two grew to love each other more than ever and this love was growing more and more each day. You and Harry could agree that there was a long and bright future ahead for you two and that was very exciting for you both. And in the process of growing and building your relationship, the two of you never had sex. You always followed Harry’s lead and you just went with the flow. Now things got a bit hot and heavy at times, but you and Harry were more than capable of taking care of yourselves so you two just stopped and didn’t go any further. From the toys you both had to your special “entertainment” and your vivid imaginations, you two were were just fine until the right time came along. And you specifically, refused to put any type of pressure on Harry. When it came to your first time together and Harry’s first time ever, you had the mindset that if Harry was comfortable, you were comfortable. 

And that was another reason why Harry felt so embarrassed. He was sitting next to you, his incredibly supportive and understanding girlfriend, in the middle of a conversation with you guys’ friends about your sex lives when he’s never had sex with you, or anyone for that matter. Listening to them, he felt like he was sort of holding you back and not fulfilling you the way you deserved. Even though you reminded him that the right time was when he was ready and that you were perfectly fine with that, Harry still felt a way. He still felt embarrassed. And on top of all that, you were being so sweet and understanding in the midst of it all. You were really trying to make him a little less uncomfortable and not so out of place. You could sense and see a little bit of that in the way he sank into the couch and cuddled into you a little more, so you wanted to be there for him and help him relax a bit. You were making a little conversation with him while the others talked amongst themselves, you played with his rings, and you gave him little kisses here and there. But you could only do but so much in that moment. Despite your efforts, Harry still felt the same way. Without any warning, Harry moves away from you a bit and stands from the couch, quickly announcing to the group that he needed a little fresh air. At first you just let him go, figuring that you should let him have his space. But after a couple minuets of sitting there without him, not really wanting to engage in the conversation at hand, you decide to get up and go out to him, giving the excuse that you wanted to check on him and see if he was okay. To be honest, it felt very weird to sit there without him.

You quickly walk away from the group in the direction Harry left in, needing to find him soon as you possibly could. Once you made it out the front door you turn to find him sitting in one of the chairs a couple steps away looking completely deflated. You couldn’t let him be all alone when he was feeling like this. So you quietly walk over, sitting down in the chair next to him, with your body and attention completely in his direction.

“I couldn’t sit there anymore.” He huffs, breaking the silence and bringing his hands up to his face.

“I understand babe.” You sigh, reaching over to rub his arm.

“It’s just- It’s so embarrassing that I’m in my late 20’s an I haven’t done anything with you, or anyone else for that matter.” He explains. 

“That is nothing to be embarrassed about Harry.” You softly exclaim, picking yourself up from your seat to sit in his lap. “Your virginity is yours, and only yours. That’s your decision to make, not mine, nor anyone else’s.” You affirm. 

“But It’s not normal considering I’m 27! What are you even with me?! I don’t want you to be with me and not be fulfilled.” He stresses quietly, feeling incredibly defeated. The entire situation brought up feelings and thoughts that he’d tried very hard to get past. When he says this, you immediately cup the sides of his face, forcing him to focus on you. 

“Now I want you to listen to me. I am with you because I love you so fucking much and you’re the most amazing person in the entire world. Sex is great and all but I can wait as long as you need if it means being with you and loving you to pieces. Hell, I’ll wait until we’re married if that’s what you choose to do. The point is, I’m yours and I will wait as long as necessary. With or without sex, you fulfill me Harry.” You softly explain to him, looking him right in the eye as you say every word. You could see the tears welling up in his eyes as you spoke to him. 

“I love you so much Y/n.” Harry sighs, still feeling a bit down. “Can we go to your place and cuddle.” He mumbles through a pout. 

“Of course baby! I’ll run back inside and let everyone know you’re not feeling well and then we can head home. How does that sound?” You propose with a smile.

“That sounds amazing.” He sighs, a small smile spreading across his face. 

“Can I have a kiss first?” You ask, puckering your lips towards him. In response he gives you a cute little nod before you lean down to press your lips against his. When the two of you kiss you can feel Harry relax a bit, which is exactly what you wanted. You knew that this wouldn’t solve this entirely, but it was a step in the right direction and it made Harry feel a little better which was all that mattered. “Now you wait right here and I’ll be right back.” You softly instruct after pulling away from his lips, following up with another kiss to the forehead before moving yourself off of his lap and back inside. After letting everyone know that Harry wasn’t feeling well and that you two were going to head out, you and Harry go back to your place and spend time together, cuddling and watching you guys’ favorite show and some movies, eventually falling asleep all cuddled with each other.

~ ~ ~ 

After that day, Harry began to think about going all the way with you and finally having sex for the first time a lot more than usual. Over the past year almost, you’ve shown him that you really do love and care about him. You never pressured him into doing anything and you always reminded him that he should do all of this at his own pace. You also showed him that you were the one; you were the one he could and wanted to spend the rest of his life with. There were just so many things about you that he loved. So many things that Harry couldn’t imagine having his first time with anyone else. And he made sure to tell you that after deliberating on the matter for a couple of days. 

“I think I’m ready to lose it.” Harry whispers, completely out of the blue as the two of you wash the dishes from your little date night.

“You’re ready to y’know, have sex?” You question, wanting to make sure you heard him correctly. 

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it for a little bit and I realized that I’m ready to do it. And I want to do it with you. I wouldn’t want to have my first time with anyone else to be completely honest with you.” He explains, a small smile spreading across his face as he continues drying the dishes you’ve washed and handed over to him.

“Well I’m very honored, that you’re entrusting me with this. And I hope that it’s as good as you’ve imagined.” You reply to him, beginning to feel a bit of nervousness and excitement at the idea of being Harry’s first time. You’d never thought about it much since Harry wasn’t ready. But now that he was, you were feeling so many things and you were thinking about so many things as the time had finally come.

“Well I highly doubt that it will be anything less than amazing baby.” Harry hums, dropping the dishtowel and turning his attention to you. “I love you.” He sighs happily, prompting you to turn your head to face him.

“I love you too babe.” You coo, leaning in to press a quick peck to his lips.

~ ~ ~

Now you refused to let Harry’s first time be anything short of special. So you decided to plan something romantic for you two at your place, and you planned for this to be on Valentines Day. Not only would it be your first time celebrating as a couple, but it would also be your first intimate moment with Harry. And you wanted everything to be perfect, so you made a list of everything you’d need for the night at least a week or two in advance. You had everything from ingredients for dinner to a new set of lingerie. You also went over the list several times to make sure that you got everything you could possibly need for that night. You even went as far as to plan a little backup dinner in case something went wrong with the initial plan. You just wanted to make this night perfect for Harry. He’d gone through a lot in his relationships to get here and you wanted him to see that doing it all at his pace paid off and that he was special and loved. In the couple of days leading up to the big day, you began shopping and getting everything together. You got all of the food, wine, and decoration along with your lingerie and some other things for yourself that would make the entire experience that much better.

And when the day finally came, you were excited and all ready to go.

You had dinner cooking, the wine was in the fridge chilling, your bedroom was all set up with a fresh set of sheets, a couple candles set up and ready to be lit, a mix of red and white rose petals on the bed, and the perfect playlist (which you spent a good amount of time on) queued up. Not to mention the fact that you had your lingerie and everything perfectly set up in the bathroom so that you could be ready to change right into it after dinner. All you needed now was Harry. When he texted you to let you know that he was less than ten minuets away, you quickly throw on the dress you’d picked out for the evening along with your shoes and you do a final once over in the mirror before leaving your bedroom, making sure to close the door to keep that part of the evening a surprise. You pulled the wine from the fridge and you put the finishing touches on the table that was perfectly set for your dinner. In the final minuets before Harry’s arrival, you do a final walk through of everything you’d set up, it ending with a soft knock on your door signaling to you that Harry had arrived. When you hear him, your heart immediately begins to race from being nervous and excited for the night ahead. You immediately move yourself to the door, quickly giving yourself a little pep talk before opening the door for Harry. And when you did, you were almost certain you were going to pass out. Not only because you were buzzing around your apartment doing everything, but also because your boyfriend looked so good. What he had on was very simple but it was doing so much at the same time. You just wanted to pull him straight to the bedroom. But you didn’t. It took a lot of self control, but Harry was able to make it inside and settle down a bit before you two hit the bedroom

But it wasn’t that much of a gap in between Harry settling in and you two hitting the bedroom though. See, once you let him inside and gave him a kiss, it was like game over. He had a big basket that was beautifully filled with the things you loved and a couple presents he got you  in one hand, and a big bouquet of your favorite flowers in the other. When he got inside, Harry happily and proudly gave them both to you and let you check them both out while he snooped around in the kitchen a little to see what you had prepared and opened the bottle of wine you had out on the counter for you two. Once you started, you couldn’t stop gushing over and thanking Harry for what he got you. It was beyond thoughtful and you couldn’t wait for him to fully experience his gift of the night you’d planned out. Once you and Harry began talking and drinking a little, you two loosened up and were enjoying each other. The lights were dimmed a bit, there were candles just about everywhere, you and Harry were in love, and the two of you were all alone. It was absolutely perfect and romantic. On top of all that though, there was the pleasant elephant in the room, that being Harry giving you the green light that he was ready for his first time. If there were no other indicators in the days leading up to this moment, there was definitely one now that was strongly pointing to him losing it tonight. He wasn’t anxious and he wasn’t thinking about backing out and telling you that he’s changed his mind. He knew that you’d be all on board with that but Harry was absolutely ready to be with you intimately. He was so ready that he couldn’t take his mind off it on the ride over. And once he arrived, Harry was completely floored by how amazing you looked and how you put this entire evening together that he was even more ready to go to the bedroom. He was so ready and excited that he completely gave up on talking. The two of you transitioned yourselves into the kitchen to get started with dinner, but Harry was very much so enjoying the idea of saving that for later. So without any word from him on what he was in the mood for, Harry takes your wine glasses and sits them on the counter, freeing your hands up as he traps you in between his body and the kitchen counter before attaching his lips with yours. 

When he does this, you practically melt under his touch. You were already in a daze from how amazing he looked, and from how sweet and amazing he was to you. So when Harry began to kiss you with such passion and need, you instantly obliged. Again, you were following his lead. If he wanted to skip and come back to dinner, you weren’t going to oppose one bit. As the two of you continued to kiss, you could feel him hardening against you which prompted the area between your legs to initiate the process of becoming all warm and sticky and go into overdrive. His hands were on your body, he was tightly pressed against you, and his mouth was magically moving against yours. This was just what you needed to fully get into the skipping right to the bedroom mood. It wouldn’t have taken much on Harry’s end to get you there but this was fantastic, so you weren’t complaining at all. When you hear Harry let out a soft moan into your mouth and move himself against you a little, you decide to take control and move you two to the bedroom a little faster. 

“Do you wanna just come back to dinner?” You whisper after pulling your lips away from his a bit.

“Mhm.” He immediately hums in response, loosening himself from your body so that you could move a bit more.

“Then let’s go.” You whisper with a smile, moving yourself from underneath him and grabbing his hand, pulling him in the direction of your bedroom. When you reach the door, you tease him a little by slowly turning the door knob, making sure to keep eye contact the entire time to drive him insane. And that definitely did the trick of riling him up some more. That is, until he got all soft once the bedroom was revealed to him. You went out of your way to make this space romantic since this was the place where he’d have his first time. “I wanted to make everything perfect for you.” You softly explain as you pull him into the room. 

“Have I told you that I love you tonight?” He asks, through a small breath. 

“Probably about a million times.” You happily joke with him, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“Well for time one million and one, I love you so  so much. Like with my entire being. I love you so much that it hurts. And I couldn’t be more honored to be yours.” Harry says, bringing his lips to yours for a sweet kiss to seal the deal.

“I love you so much baby, so much.” You reply happily to him, so excited to move into the next step of your relationship. “Now get back into I want sex mode...that’s so hot on you and I have another surprise.” You continue, wanting to keep going and go all the way. 

“Considering how hard I am, I don’t think I’ll be out of “I want sex mode” for a while.” Harry truthfully replies with a chuckle that had the slightest tinge of bashfulness from how he was already rock hard and ready for you.

“Good! Now lay down and wait for me.” You say, unwrapping your arms from around his neck and pulling you both towards the bed before pushing him back down onto it. You then proceed to straddle him, bringing your face down to a mere inch or so away from his. “And if you wanna take your clothes off too, I’m definitely unopposed. ” You suggest with a smirk, planting a little peck to his lips before climbing off of his lap and walking out of the bedroom and into the bathroom where your lingerie was waiting for you, leaving Harry on the bed completely dumbstruck and needy. 

As soon as you close the bathroom door, you immediately begin working on removing your dress, pulling the zipper down to loosen it up and shrugging it off your body leaving you completely naked. As you looked in the mirror, you began to debate on whether or not you wanted to surprise him with being all naked or teasing him and making him work for it a little with the lingerie you had out and ready. Even though you were ready to just run back out there completely naked and just get down to business, you decided to put on the lingerie and let Harry unwrap you. As you put it on, all you could think about was Harry taking it all off. Like you could imagine him pulling it all off your body. With your panties especially, you could picture him pulling them off strings of your arousal coming with them. After getting the lacy garments on your body, you start pulling and moving it all around a bit. Once you’re all done with the lingerie, you pull the little sheer robe that came along with it on and you take a couple deep breaths before making your way back out to Harry. When you walk back into the bedroom, Harry’s eyes immediately shoot in your direction and practically pop out of his head when he sees you. He’d seen you in a two piece bathing suit before but that was about it. He’d never seen you this bare and exposed before. As you moved around the room to light the candles, Harry’s eyes followed your every move  and you could feel it. You could feel his eyes burning holes into your skin as you lit the candles and really set the mood for your time together. After you lit the candles and pressed play for your music, you were all ready to go. 

When you turn your full attention to Harry, you weren’t that surprised to see him fighting to quietly palm at his cock on the bed. His eyes were tightly closed as he squeezed his cock through his underwear. He was so engrossed on keeping himself quiet and relieving some of the pressure that had been mounting from the time he left home that he didn’t even notice you crawling up the bed. What he does notice though is you straddling his thighs, when he feels you on top of him, his eyes immediately shoot open and he quickly retracts his hand from his lap.

“You just look so good, I couldn’t help myself.” He rushes out in explanation. He could see it all. Your breasts were sitting perfectly in the lacy bra you were wearing, and from where Harry was, they looked beyond amazing. When his eyes traveled a bit lower, he could see where the two sides of your panties met to form a barely there strip to cover your pussy. If that wasn’t enough, the fabric was clinging to you and pushing up into your folds since the panties were pretty much nonexistent and you were very wet. He’d pictured you on top of him before, just never like this.

“Well I’m glad you like it because it’s all yours.” You reply, moving yourself up his body to sit right in his lap, causing Harry to gasp from the sight and feeling of you being naked and right on his cock. Harry was in sensory overload and so overwhelmed that he couldn’t form a single word in response. “Are you okay baby?” You softly ask, bringing your hand down to his cheek.

“Mhm…you just look so good, I don’t know where to start.” He whispers, bringing his eyes to meet yours. 

“You could start by touching me.” You suggest, reaching down to grab Harry’s hand and bring it up to one of your thighs to which Harry replicates with his other hand. Instead of rushing him along, you wanted him to explore your body and relax into the intimacy. You wanted him to be comfortable and do the things he’d dreamt of and feel the things he always wanted to feel. “And just relax” You begin, leaning down to bring your mouth to his ear. “I have a strong feeling that you’re gonna be really good at this.” You admit to him before lifting yourself back up. When Harry hears this, he eases up. Hearing that you thought he’d be good was the confidence boost he needed to get the ball rolling.

He begins to move his hands up your thighs, curling his thumbs inward towards the inner, more sensitive area. His hands continue on up your body, pushing past your hips, and all the way up to your chest where he brings both of his hands around to wrap them around your covered breasts. When he does this, you let out a little sigh of relief, loving the way his big hands felt around you. Harry loved how soft and squishy they felt in his hands, and he wanted to feel more. So he pushes his hands underneath your arms and manages to swiftly undo your bra. He couldn’t do it with one hand yet but you were very impressed (and even more turned on) at how he as able to quickly do it on his first try. The fabric is now hanging loosely on your body, allowing Harry to pull it down and off your body to fully expose your breasts to him. Your nipples were fully pebbled and practically screaming for him to play with them. He brings his hands back around, going straight to your breasts and right to your nipples. His fingers tugged and twisted at them, leaving you unable to hold back anymore moans that were threatening to spill out of your mouth. You also couldn’t help but to grind down against his clothed cock, which in turn caused Harry to start moaning beneath you. The soft music was now completely overpowered by your combined moans. 

“Can I be on top?” He pants, dying to get you completely naked and explore your body.

“Anything you want!” You exclaim, through one of your moans. Letting Harry take control of everything, you let him flip you two over so that he’s hovering over your body. As soon as he’s on top of you, Harry’s mouth immediately latches onto your skin, starting at the side your your neck. He starts sponging and sucking wet kisses into your skin, leaving a trail of them down your chest, stopping at the tops of your breasts so that he could pay them some more attention. The takes them both into his mouth individually and suckles on them, lapping his wet tongue around your nipples and squeezing the supple flesh surrounding them. For some reason, Harry felt at home with his mouth around your nipples. It was so good that Harry was rutting his clothed cock against you. As he continues, you’re softly moaning from the pleasure. You had a hand wrapped in his hair and the other on his back as he mouthed at your breasts. And as if he could read your mind, Harry picks up where he left off with his trail of kisses and makes his way further down your body. 

You wanted him to just explore your body and touch and feel you the way you knew he’d imagined. But you really wanted him between your legs. Your cunt had swallowed up the panties by now and the panties were nothing more than a damp piece of string at this point. When he makes it to the hand of your panties, Harry’s heart begins to speed up, excited to take them off and see what was underneath. He pushes his fingers into the thin bands that were wrapped around your hips and he begins to pull them down. He carefully watches as your cunt is being revealed to him. He can see how you were sopping wet and how plushy and soft your pussy was. There were strings of your arousal connecting your cunt and panties as he pulled them from between your legs. Once they fully off of you, and you’re completely naked, Harry lifts himself up from between your legs to soak in your naked body. He couldn’t believe how beautiful your naked body looked for him. You looked so soft and pretty below him, completely spread and exposed to him.

“Y’so pretty baby.” He sighs, bringing his hands down to your thighs. “Can I eat you baby?” He sweetly asks, bringing his eyes down between your legs so look at the sticky mess that was between your thighs. 

“Please Harry!” You moan, desperately needing his mouth on you again. At your response, Harry lays back down on the bed between your spread legs. He could smell your arousal and he was incredibly excited to taste you. He’d never don’t this before so he was a bit nervous that he wouldn’t do that good of a job. “Just lick into me baby, nothing to be nervous about.” You remind above him, bringing your hand to his head to give his hair a little tug. And with that, Harry dives right in. He just buries his face into your cunt, lapping his tongue up and down your folds. He pushed his tongue anywhere he could. He pushed between your folds, nestling his tongue right inside and against your entrance. He could feel the small opening and his cock immediately twitched in his pants. His cock was supposed to fit in there? While he didn’t want to hurt you, Harry was so interested and curious to see how you’d take all of him. He knew it wasn’t impossible but it was definitely something he was excited to see in person. He was so excited that he couldn’t stop himself from digging his hips into the mattress below. You tasted so good, you were incredibly warm, and he was beyond excited to feel your cunt around his cock.

You on the other hand were falling apart at the seams. You were on cloud nine, completely obsessed with the way he was licking into you. His strokes weren’t those of someone who was skilled and had done this before. But they were definitely amazing and you couldn’t get enough. He was licking and sucking on you perfectly, he even managed to find your clit. And it was his first time ever. He even tried pushing the tip of his tongue into your entrance, prodding at your tight hole. And on top of all that, he was moaning against you, seemingly enjoying how you tasted. When he wasn’t licking at your cunt, Harry was licking your thighs, almost trying to clean you up. He licked your thighs, the area right outside of your pussy, and he even licked the area below your cunt. He was hypnotized by your cunt. He just wanted to stay between your legs forever and have his mouth on you while he humped the bed below him. Of course he wanted to push his cock into you, but after he ate your cunt.

“Need you inside me Harry!” You scream, bucking your hips up into his mouth a bit. You were feeling incredibly sensitive and you could feel your own release coming. And before you came, you needed to feel Harry’s cock inside of you. When he hears you beg for him to be inside of you, he immediately stops and pulls himself up from the bed. When he’s kneeling between your legs, your eyes travel up from his no doubt painfully large bulge to his face. From his mouth down to his chin, even his nose, Harry’s face was glistening with your juices.

“Whats so funny?” He asks confusedly.

“Your face is all wet.” You reply, a wide smile spread across your face in the process.

“I just love eating your pussy.” He says truthfully, leaning down for a kiss. When your lips connect, you wrap your arms around Harry’s neck to keep him down against you. His lips sloppily move against yours, moaning into your mouth as he pushes his clothed cock against your bare and incredibly sensitive cunt. Keeping one of his elbows planted on the bed, Harry brings his other hand down to his boxers and does his best to push them down his legs. He struggles a bit before finally getting them down enough to expose his cock. When you feel him nudge you a little bit, you immediately turn your mouth away from Harry’s, turning your attention downwards between his legs.

“Need some help baby?” You offer, unwrapping your arms from around his neck and extending them down to his hips. 

“Just need t’take them off.” He replies, quickly lifting himself up from on top of you to fully remove his boxers. Harry then goes back to kneeling between your legs, now with his painfully hard and dripping cock on display. You knew that he was big from the glances you’d taken at his pants a couple times, but you didn’t know that he was this big. He was hands down the biggest you’d ever taken, and no one before him ever came close. On top of his monstrous size, you could see the thick veins running up his shaft and you saw precum beading at his swollen slit. You wanted him inside you first, but your mouth was definitely watering. You couldn’t wait until you were able to take him into your mouth and stuff all of him inside. But for now, you were excited to take him inside of you for the first time and be his first time.

“Are you ready babe?” You ask. 

“Mhm. I um- I bought some condoms just in case. It’s up to you though. I trust that you’re all good.” He says, laughing a little in the end. 

“I bought some too. But I think we’re good. And I trust that you’re all good as well.” You reply with a shy smile.

“Okay then, let’s do this.” He cheerfully says. 

“Let’s do it!” You reply, mirroring his excitement. “Do you want me on top or are you good?”

“I think I’m good.” He says, as he leans down to closely hover over you. “But I know you’re going to feel like heaven so I may not be.” 

“That’s okay, I can take control.” You reply suggestively, pulling your lower lip between your teeth. 

“Good, I like the sound of that.” He whispers in agreement, connecting his mouth with yours for one final kiss as he slowly and carefully pushes his cock against your folds. “Fuck, m’gonna push in now baby.” He pants, already losing his shit over how warm and wet your folds feel against his cock.

“Please.” You moan, needing to be full of his cock. 

And with that, Harry begins to push his cock into you, using one of his hands to guide himself inside. When Harry pushes past your entrance, you two lose it. You were so tight that when his engorged head pushes into you, there a piercing sensation that comes along with it. You hadn’t had sex in a very long time and Harry’s size was completely unmatched. For Harry, he was on the verge of collapsing on top of you. You were so so tight and warm and wet, he’d never felt anything like it. No matter how much lube he used or how fast he tugged at his shaft, he never and would never be able to match the decadence of your walls around him. And he’d only pushed the head of him inside. He actually had to stop for a second to get his bearings because his head was spinning. Once he’s caught his breath and the room stopped spinning as fast, Harry continues pushing himself inside. With every inch that becomes sheathed with your walls, your combined moans get louder. Your mouths mouth never closed, and your eyes fluttered shut as you two enjoyed the pleasure. You were in love with the perfectly balanced mix of pain and pleather came from Harry pushing into and stretching your your walls a bit to accommodate his size. Harry was taken to a different universe from the way your walls engulfed his cock. You could even feel him twitch a bit from how good he felt. 

By the time he finished pushing into you, Harry’s cock was lodged all the way inside you. So deep you could just about feel him in the pit of your stomach. It was hands down incredible for the two of you. After holding himself inside of you for a little while, Harry begins to move himself back and forth inside of you. Since it was his first time doing this and feeling this for that matter, his thrusts were a bit sloppy and staggered. He tried to form a faster rhythm, or a rhythm at all but he was so overwhelmed. 

“Thought I could hold it longer, but I don’t think I can. Can’t even hold myself up.” He slurs, trying to continue with his thrusts. 

“Gonna get on top baby.” You moan, feeling your own release getting even closer. Without a single hesitation, you push the two of you over to that you’re on top of him, straddling his waist and keeping his cock deep inside of you. Once your adjusted on top of him, feeling like his cock was deeper than before if that was even possible, you begin to move yourself up and down on him. You weren’t going super fast, you were going fast enough to make you and Harry really feel it and get closer and closer to your releases. Harry was loudly moaning and whimpering below you, tightly intertwining his fingers with yours as he surrenders to you, and your pussy. He thrashed his head back and forth against the pillows from how good he was feeling. 

“Y’so big!” You cry out to him, beginning to quickly grind down onto his cock, pushing forward a bit to dig your clit into his lower stomach. “And so deep! Can feel you all the way in here!” You cry out to him, bringing your intertwined hands up to your lower stomach for him to feel.

“Fuck Y/n! Can’t hold it anymore! Need t’cum” He groans, feeling his release beginning to consume his body.

“Me too baby! We can cum together!” You whimper, leaning down to lay on his chest. And as you begin to leave soft kisses on Harry’s lips and face, your walls begin to contract around his cock, signaling to him that you were cumming. When he felt this, Harry came right along with you. He coats all of your walls in his warm, thick, and sticky cum, spraying rope after rope into you until he couldn’t cum anymore. Your legs were full on shaking as you squirted all over his cock. The both of you were moaning messes and completely dumbstruck at how powerful your releases were. Nothing could ever compare to this and neither of you wanted to test out that theory. After letting go of everything you two had to give, you and Harry lied limply in bed, letting your bodies rest.

“I love you baby.” Harry whispers sluggishly below you.

“I love you too baby.” You softly reply back to him, nuzzling your face into his warm neck.

For the next half hour, the two of you lay there together, resting your bodies and minds from the extraordinary experience the two of you had. You two were lying there peacefully, enjoying the feeling of each others bodies and the music that was still playing through your speaker. Out of the two of you, Harry was the first to break the silence. Except, it wasn’t from him talking. It was from his stomach, letting the both of you know that he needed to be fed asap. 

“When we can feel our legs again, we can eat I guess.” You breathe out through a laugh, still recovering from the most amazing sex you’d ever had and probably some of the best sex of all human history in your opinion. Even though it was his first time, Harry still managed to make a mess of you. 

“Mhm, and then we can go again.” He hums dreamily, not even caring about his grumbling stomach, completely in the clouds from how amazing his first time was. He came in with his “expectations” and was completely blown out of the water. He just wanted to go again and again and again until he was fully numb and wiped out. “Maybe you can be on your front this time.” He suggests, thinking of all the ways he wanted to feel you around him.

“I think I may have created a sex monster.” And to be honest, you really didn’t mind that at all.

“Only for you my love.” He hums, wrapping his arms around your body. 

And for the rest of the night, you and Harry never stopped, loving being tangled up in each other. It wasn’t always in bed, but neither of you cared. All you two cared about was being together, feeling good, and being in love. This was truly a special valentine. It was one that neither you nor Harry would ever forget.

Masterlist

[sitp-recs]

Hidden Gems by rillalicious

Rilla doesn’t have a lot of HP content on AO3 but I adore absolutely everything in there, and have read them multiple times. Such perfect pacing, such a formidable contemplative tone, such cathartic comfort food! She wrote both Drarry and rare pairs including some ships I had never considered before finding her fics, and was able to make them my utmost jam. The charming characters, the soft, poetic writing and the almost ethereal atmosphere seduced me right away so here I am sharing these lovely stories which, considering their age and lack of buzz, wouldn’t be found otherwise. I urge you to give them a chance and let your heart soar together with mine. Happy readings!

Drarry

The Game (2016, G, 1.7k) - short and sweet get together, light angst, friends to lovers

Harry and Draco engage in a yearly competition to each retrieve an item that the other has specified. Every New Year's Eve they meet in a Gringotts vault to share their success. This year, Draco is running late.

In The Middle of a Mystery (2014, T, 5k) - kinda apocalyptic, down and out Draco, protective Harry, bed sharing, pre-slash. Cw: open ending

When Harry, Hermione and Ron go searching for the source of magical outages, fallen owls aren't all they find in the snow.

Dragon Wings and Flying Things (2013, G, 6.4k) - my favourite by them, with snarky Dragonologist Draco bonding with Charlie and little Teddy over dragons, ultimate UST, Draco in boots! All my favourite things in one place, and this smooth Draco is a gem.

The Annual Broom Race of Sweden is headed through the Swedish Short-Snout dragon reservation. Charlie has arranged for Harry to bring Teddy. In the midst of all the excitement, Harry finds out that one of the most famous Dragonologists in recent history is someone very familiar.

Lost and Found (2016, M, 15.8k) - case fic, presumed death, Auror Harry, single dad Draco

Hermione is an auditor for the Ministry. When she comes across an intriguing case with a familiar name, she turns to her favorite Auror for help.

Rare pairs

Her Life in Dreams and Wakefulness (2011, M, 4.2k) - gorgeous Gabrielle/Luna, this one took my breath away! Gentle, poetic and introspective, with a fascinating Luna as a treat 💜

The first time she has the dream, Gabrielle is sixteen years old.

On the Same Side (2018, M, 7.5k) - once again Charlie & Teddy bond over dragons, only romantically 😌 age gap (27/53), slow burn, mentions of past Charlie/Scorp

Teddy is heading to Romania to protest a proposed anti-dragon law. He finds an interesting ally there.

Spring Street (2011, M, 25k) - brilliant Harry/Pansy (that made me ship Harry/Pansy/Draco like crazy 👀). noir-esque case fic with Auror Harry, sexy mastermind Pansy, a perfect Draco and a charming Mad Eye portrait, huge rec!

Harry's been undercover for eight years, on a case that's going nowhere fast. Then Pansy Parkinson is kidnapped, and everything changes.

[cakegatedisaster]

Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Thanks....

NnnggaAAAA

I hope you understand how exceptionally difficult this question is. But alas, I will try my best.

Ten characters are a lot and I have no way of rating them, so I'm going to talk about my favorite 9 characters, then my favorite of all time.

10. Magnus Bane, from the Shadowhunters series and TV show. I love this man. SO MUCH. He is an immortal warlock with a soft spot for black hair and blue eyes. Those books were some of the first YA I ever read, and Magnus and Alec, his husband, we're the first queer relationship I became obsessed with.

9. Percy Jackson, my king. This man. God how I love this man. Percy was my first favorite character in any media. When I first read PJO, I aped through those books in a week, then the next series, then the next. Today, I've read all those books and own each physical copy. When the TV show comes out, I do NOT apologize for the person I will become.

8. Bryan Stark, from the DRAMA series by Paul Ruditiz. I have never seen someone online talk about these books, and it's a damn shame. Read the first two when I was in 6th grade, and since then I've reread the series more times than I can count. Bryan is just such an entertaining character. The author managed to make him gay without making that all his character is. Such an underrated book.

7. Kaz Brekker. Sigh. Anyone who knows me knows that I have a thing for traumatized men, and this boy fits the bill. He's just. I don't have the words. He is so smart, which automatically makes a person a great character for me, but he's also so mean, which makes me love him more. He cares so much about his love, but has no clue how to display that. Which is my type. I have issues. And of course Six of Crows is one of my all time favorite books.

6. Draco Malfoy. Okay, I know there's some major controversy with anything dealing with Harry Potter stuff, which I get, but that will not stop me from enjoying content about the characters. Now, it's not so much canon Draco that I enjoy as much as it is FANON Draco. His character got smugged horribly in the original material, and I love seeing people's interpretations of him as a character outside of what he was written as. I ship him with Harry, and the amount of fanfiction that I have consumed is ridiculous at this point.

5. Klaus Mikaelson, from the Originals. I watched Vampire Diaries, liked it, but my favorite character from that show was Klaus. There's just something about a man who's willing to rip out the hearts of hundreds of people for his family, for his child, that just hits right in my brain. Love this man with all my heart.

4. Andrew FUCKING Minyard, ladies and gentlemen. Everyone knows he was going to be up here somewhere. Many are likely shocked he's not at number one. A year ago, he would've been. When I read All for the Game, I really was not expecting so much to come out of it. I formed my entire Tumblr personality around it, read millions of words of fanfiction, and wrote MY first fanfiction for the series. I've daydreamed hours and hours of content that will never actually see the light of day, used it in school assignments. And the entire time, I loved one Andrew Minyard. Again, big thing for the traumatized boys, and my God does this poor thing take the cake. He's one of the most interesting, compelling, and agonizing characters I've seen in any fictional media.

3. Laurent De Vere, from the Captive Prince trilogy. Oooof, finally in the top three's. Debating between him and Andrew for this spot was so hard, but ultimately, I feel like the author fleshed Laurent's character out more. This man is so goddamn smart. And I would jump in front of a train for pretty petty bitchy smart sad characters. This series had the misfortune of being read a month before aftg, so it was sadly swept up in the storm that came after it. But now, looking back and remembering the experience of reading those books for the first time, I just keep thinking about how often I had to put my book down, or risk throwing it across the room, that's how insane those books are. I love this sad boy and all his trauma.

2. Bruce Wayne, or Batman. GOD this is hard. But I've been a Batman lover since I was a little girl. This man has some major issues, and a dependency on a fur suit and children decorated in circus colors. He has a weird queer-coded relationship with a killer clown. His character shifts so much that between one comic issue and the next I can go from wanting to strangle him to wanting to hug him tight and never let go. I don't think I could fix him, and I don't think there's much making him worse, but maybe I could get him into therapy???

1. Jason. Todd. The Red Hood. My baby, my child, the love of my life. Sigh. First place was never a question for me; even growing up with Batman, Jason was a more recent discovery and one I'm thankful for every day. This boy was sold to a mass murderer clown by his mother, beaten near death with a crowbar, and blown to bits. He was brought back, only to find out that his adopted dad not only didn't avenge him but changed absolutely nothing, putting another kid in the exact same spot he was in. Oh yeah, and being brought back required a trip into a nasty green pit that screwed up his head. And now, video games are making him look 40, comic writers KEEP killing him, no one can decide what his whole thing is supposed to be, and they gave him a FUCKING CROWBAR TO PATROL GOTHAM WITH. WHAT THE FUCK. So yeah, Jason needs some love.

And that's ten of my favorite characters in no particular order. As I'm finishing this, I'm thinking of like 20 other characters who could've gone on this list, but I'm happy with this for now.

Thank for the ask!

[butgilinsky]

you don’t understand, poppet // dm

warning; language i think? 

summary; being severus snape’s daughter makes your time at hogwarts just slightly difficult 

word count; 5.8k+

draco x snape!reader, dad!snape x daughter!reader

this doesn’t follow the harry potter timeline!

you don’t remember how exactly you ended up here, sneaking out of draco malfoy’s room at a despicably late hour, trying to flatten your hair while making sure that your sweater was put on the right way. 

it was one thing to sneak in and out of draco malfoy’s room every once in a while, but this had been the third time this week, and it didn’t help that it was starting to get harder to sneak out so often. 

the two of you had been sneaking around for longer than you could recall at this point. you hadn’t kept track, too busy tripping over yourself when you saw the blond boy smile at you from across the room. despite the two of you being a secret from everybody in the school, it was hard not to pick up on the longing gazes and the giggles that neither of you could hold back when the other was put under a microscope. 

you hadn’t always been the best friends with draco malfoy, but you couldn’t deny the fact that the slytherin boy had taken your heart in his hands with little to no effort. if it were completely up to you, with no complications sitting in the forefront of your mind, you would’ve announced to the entirety of the school about you relationship status with draco long ago. 

though, that proved to be anything but an option, given that the head of slytherin house was not only a less than tolerant man, but also your father. 

it had been nothing less than expected for you to be sorted into slytherin. being severus snape’s only child, and living up to the family name, it was inevitable for you to sport silver and green during your time at hogwarts. you were well versed in potions, given that it had been your father’s area of expertise and you had nothing but an abundance of herbs and liquids lying around the house when you grew up. 

most people were never given an opportunity to see severus snape’s fatherly side. the part of him that would read you to sleep, the part of him that had him leaning over the edge of his bed to pull you up after you’d had a nightmare. nobody ever saw the side of him that was reserved entirely for you, behind closed doors and almost never on the hogwarts campus. 

they all knew him to be the hard ass professor that took away house points far more than he awarded them. the one that assigned surprise essays when someone pissed him off in class. snape wasn’t seen as the fatherly type, though you and a few of the professors at hogwarts knew that wasn’t necessarily the case. 

he was hard on you, there was no doubt about that. he had always been hard on you, ever since you were born. it was no secret to you that your parents were never in love with one another. your father’s heart belonged to someone that didn’t want it, and you had been the product of a way to forget about that. 

he didn’t show you any special treatment while you were in class, or if you stepped out of line, but you preferred it to be that way. you hated your first few years at hogwarts, since it had mainly consisted of your housemates blowing you off as the favorite of the house by default. that, along with the few times that you found out kids were spending time to get into your father’s good graces. 

you had quickly isolated yourself, sticking your nose up at the kids in your house, and ignored by kids from other houses. it had taken you three years to allow yourself to slip into a steady friend group, guarding yourself from more people than you initially intended. 

and now here you were, trying to tip toe down the hall back to your room where you’d have to sneak into your room as quietly as you possibly could. you made the mistake of thinking you had made it safe and sound by the time you reached your door once, but your roommate had run off to your father the next morning and told him that you had been out after hours. 

that wasn’t a fun conversation to have at seven in the morning. 

you were surprised to see draco on the other side of your door early the next morning, knocking with a grin plastered onto his lips. your disheveled hair and narrowed eyes allowed him to know that you had just pulled yourself out of bed, completely forgetting about the quidditch match that you had promised to attend. slytherin wasn’t playing this morning, so most of your house would be sleeping in as late as possible. 

it took you all of ten minutes to get ready, throwing on an old sweat shirt that was very much not yours, though you weren’t sure who the rightful owner was. draco wasn’t going to tell you that it was his, one you had stolen from him a few months back when crabbe had spilled pompion potion down the back of your robes. 

you hadn’t even made it out of the hallway before you almost ran into your father, who stood tall and rigid in the middle of the hallway, eyes void of emotion as he looked between you and draco. 

“where are you two off to?” you rolled your eyes, stepping around your father and continuing your path out to the front of the building. 

“to the quidditch game. care to join us?” you pushed a smile forward, cocking your head to the side as you and your father had a silent argument. 

he had been suspicious about your behavior for a few weeks now. he’d caught you out in the halls after hours several times, though you were always quick to whip up a believable lie. that is one thing he wished you hadn’t inherited from him; the ability to be sneaky. you were. good liar, and he was to thank for that.

he shook his head slowly, lingering his gaze on draco for just a moment before you were gripping the boy’s elbow and tugging him in the direction of the pitch.

you sat beside draco during the game, not being able to ignore your father’s burning gaze on you practically the whole time. draco noticed the heavy gaze on the two of you as well, restraining himself from reaching out and showing you any form of physical affection.

the two of you had to do everything in secret. if anybody found out, your father would find out, and that was the last thing either of you wanted. 

your father liked draco, sure. he was the stereotypical slytherin student at hogwarts, which was bound to bring the two of them together. he sucked up to the right people at the right time, and wasn’t falling over himself at the sight of harry potter like most of the school usually did. 

but it didn’t matter how much your father liked draco. at the end of the day, you had his voice ringing in your ears, reminding you that you were, in his words, “far too young to be making decisions that will dictate the rest of your life’. you always rolled your eyes when he repeated the phrase you’d heard from a very young age, but now it was dictating just how you truly lived your life. 

you were close to being caught one afternoon, pinned between draco’s frame and a wall with his lips latched onto your neck. if it wasn’t for your keen hearing and the faintest clicking of shoes, you might have exposed your hidden relationship. but you were able to push draco off of you just in time, running around the opposite corner of the hall and leaving the flustered blond to be found by your father, all alone in the middle of the hall.

then there was the time you were late for class, your tie ever so slightly loosened and crooked. you were panting softly, though it was assumed that was from rushing down the hall to get to class. this is a time when most of the class expected you to receive special treatment, barely receiving the bat of an eye for being late to your own father’s class.

that assumption was wrong.

“late, miss snape?” you felt your breath catch itself in the back of your throat, nerves building up at the tone used to address you.

“sorry, professor, i was-“

“ten points will be deducted from slytherin.” you felt your shoulders sink when the slytherin portion of the room groaned at their entire house being punished from your mistake. “take your seat now.” 

you slid into your seat, catching a glimpse of draco’s gaze for just a moment. he smirked, not half bothered by the point deduction since he knew it was because you woke up later than you had intended, having to rush back to your own room to get ready before class. you rolled your eyes, though your lips tugged up into a soft smile that had his heart thumping in his chest.

halfway through the class and you had been completely lost. you were barely following, which had been a surprise to everyone in the class, especially hermione who sat beside you. the two of you weren’t the best of friends, but you found it easier to work together since nobody had been better at potions than the two of you.

so when you poured too much lethe river water into your cauldron, you threw your head into your hands and tugged at your hair.

“struggling?” your father stood at the end of your desk, hands folded behind his back as he quirked up an eyebrow at you.

“no.” you grumbled softly, moving to grab your cauldron so you could pour it out and start again. you were beat to it, the man before you grabbing it in his own hands and pouring the contents onto your desk right in front of you.

you jumped back, trying to avoid ruining your robes with the large amount of liquid, but ultimately failing. your sudden movement and loud gasped had surely caught the attention of everyone in the room.

“papa!” your eyes were wide, filled with shock and a twinge of hurt as you stared up at him in disbelief. 

“start again.” he dropped the cauldron onto your desk and spun on the balls of his feet, eyes scanning across the room to test anyone to say something to him about his previous actions.

when everyone turned around and tucked their nose into their own books and recipes, you were left to clean up the mess with a newfound distress weighing in your chest. you had lifted your wand to clean up the mess, hoping to get rid of the liquid spilled across your desk quickly before your father was calling back to you without even sparing you a glance. 

“and don’t even think about using magic to clean your mess, miss snape.” your wrist paused, not even having time to conjure the charm before the rest of the class was looking at you, once again. 

you had gotten up to leave the class as soon as you were dismissed, ignoring the incessant calling of your name echoing between your ears. you had almost made it the entire way out of the room before you felt your feet glued to the spot, your muscles unable to move, which meant your escape was no longer possible.

the charm that your father used on you lit a fire in your chest. he hadn’t done it in years, choosing to address the problems between the two of you in different ways. the two of you played dirty when it came to fighting with one another, but gluing your feet to the ground beneath you was something that never failed to get underneath your skin. 

“y/n.” you sighed when your father stood before you, waiting for the rest of the kids to file out of the room before he allowed you to move from your spot. “what’s going on with you lately?”

“me? what’s going on with you?” his eyes softened, detecting the hurt in your voice and in your question. the two of you had never had this silent feud go on for so long. usually it was a few days at most, but you were teetering the line of a few months now, and you weren’t sure how much more embarrassment you could take.

“you’re keeping something from me.” you groaned, screwing your eyes shut as you racked your brain for another quick response. “and don’t lie.”

“it’s not a big deal, papa. it’s just not something i want to talk to you about.” you hoped it was enough, hoped you could circle around him and slip out the door without more of an interrogation.

you were wrong.

“did i do something?” you felt your shoulders fall at the question, feeling defeat creep into the back of your mind.

“no, you didn’t do anything. i promise.” you took a step towards him, allowing your arms to snake around his abdomen before squeezing gently. “i love you, papa.”

“i love you too, poppet.” his voice was soft, barely reaching your ears.

you were able to slip away then, making it halfway towards your next class before you were being tugged into an empty classroom. you were closed in between a familiar frame and the door, locking you in your place.

“close call, huh?” draco’s hand fell to your cheek, thumb softly stroking the soft skin of your cheek as his lips turned up into a smile.

“really close.” you smiled widely, eyes falling down to his lips just before they pressed against yours.

you had been sitting at dinner when you were being called into your father’s office, having to put your plate aside and excuse yourself from your conversation with draco and crabbe.

the familiar scent of peppermint filled your nose upon entry, a soft excitement bubbling in your chest when your father turned over his shoulder with a knowing look.

“cuppa?” you nodded eagerly, already feeling your tastebuds stand tall as they awaited your favorite tea.

your father always made the best peppermint tea.

you had taken a sip almost immediately after he’d set the cup in front of you, humming in delight while he circled the desk and leaned against it. he crossed his arms over his chest, eyes boring into yours as you sipped your tea.

“are you keeping something from me?” you brought the porcelain cup away from your face and narrowed your eyes.

“yes.” your eyebrows furrowed at your own voice betraying you.

“why were you late to class today?”

“i woke up late.” he narrowed his eyes at you, surprised that was truly the reason. he had expected your secret to come tumbling out by now. 

“have you been sneaking around with somebody?”

“yes.”

“who?”

“draco.” you slapped your hand over your mouth, unsure of why you were spilling out these truths until you caught sight of the small bottle that sat beside your father’s kettle. “you put veritaserum into my tea!”

“you’re right, i did. how long have you been sneaking around with malfoy?”

“a few months.” you groaned at your inability to lie to him right now. your lies had been the only thing saving you from your father’s rage for the past few months.

“were you ever planning on telling me?”

“no.”

“why not?”

“i doubt it’ll last.”

“why’s that?”

“because nobody wants to spend the rest of their life with me!”

your father stated at you then, finding himself at a loss for words. you didn’t truly believe that, did you? surely you would’ve told him that. surely you would’ve been able to realize that that isn’t true in the slightest. 

“why would you say that?”

“because it’s true.” your voice was soft now, eyes falling to your hands that were folded in your lap. 

the heavy feeling in your chest pinned you to your chair. you had never admitted these things out loud, always finding the embarrassment far more intimidating than you were willing to face. it was also common knowledge that your father wasn’t the most emotive person, keeping most of his life experience and thoughts on almost every single subject known to man, to himself. 

“poppet-”

“i don’t want to talk about it anymore, papa.” you pushed yourself to stand up from your chair, the lump forming in your throat taking all of your focus in order to swallow it. 

“y/n, just talk to me!” you shook your head, moving to wipe away the single tear that dared to roll down your cheek. 

“why? so you can tell me that i’m too young? that i don’t understand anything about life because i’ve barely scratched the surface of what life has to offer? i’m tired of hearing that. i’m tired of being told that i don’t know what’s good for me because i’m too young.” 

your cheeks were wet with tears now, your voice slightly scratchy from the strain you’ve been putting on it in the last few minutes. snape’s lips parted, his mind racing in order to try to find the words to say to you in order to make all of this better. 

“you don’t understand, poppet-”

“to hell with that, papa! i’m set to graduate soon!” 

“graduation has nothing to do with your ability to make decisions for yourself!” you froze in your spot, staring at the man who was now seething in front of you. 

his breath came out in heavy sighs, his chest rising and falling with the beat of his anger as he watched you sink in front of him. your shoulders fell, your tears cascading down your cheeks as you stood there at a loss for words. 

your mind reeled, thinking about every time he had told you something similar. within seconds, your mind was filled with your father’s voice overlapping itself, tumbling out excuse after excuse as he drilled it into your brain. he didn’t trust you to make large decisions. life changing decisions. 

“you’re merely a young girl who thinks that she knows what she wants, but you don’t. you don’t know the trials and tribulations life is going to put you through, and if you think that that little twit malfoy is going to stick by your side, then you’re wrong.” your bottom lip wobbled just before you clamped your teeth down around it so it would still. 

you looked down at your feet, allowing him to continue his lecture of how you were unfit to choose the life you were going to live. you knew how your life was meant to go, and how it would play out, more than likely. 

you would be handed off to a boy that your father saw as fit, no doubt a boy that was physically and mentally capable of caring for and protecting you. you knew that your father wanted you to be safe and respected throughout your life, but that didn’t mean he trusted you to pick who you would share your life with. 

it had been a philosophy he’d taken from his youth. he didn’t want you to experience the world that he had to endure, and although you appreciated that, you weren’t him. you weren’t going to follow his footsteps that closely, but he had tuned you out when you tried to assure him of that. 

when he stopped, words halting on the tip of his tongue while his eyes were locked onto your defeated and shaky figure, your eyes locked with his once more. you saw the flicker of guilt in them, but you also watched that flicker fleet quickly, replacing itself with the same absent look he often held. 

“it’s getting late. you should head off to bed.” you nodded once, turning on the balls of your feet to step back out into the hall, fully intending on bolting straight to your dormitory. 

“y/n!” you turned just before making it fully out of the door, turning over your shoulder to lock eyes with your father once more. “don’t even think about stopping by that boy’s dormitory on the way.” 

the tears spilling down your cheeks had been far too much for you to wipe away. it would have been useless since there had been a build up in your eyes large enough to refill an entire lake if prompted to. 

“well if it isn’t our favorite snape.” you ignored the weasley twins’ comment, walking straight past them without so much as a glance in their direction. 

you were able to dodge both of their frames, sliding between the two of them successfully. george had caught sight of your wet cheeks, but had no time to ask about them or point them out to his brother before you had turned the corner and disappeared from their sight. 

you thought you had made the cleanest getaway you were capable of, just as you were colliding into another figure, too busy staring at your feet through burred vision to notice the boy walking towards you. 

“bloody hell, love, you just about ran me over just now.” you had mumbled out an apology, turning to duck out of his way and move around him before he could see the tear track on your skin, but it had been too late. 

he had reached for your cheek out of habit, moving your head back ever so slightly with every intention of greeting you with a kiss in the middle of an empty hallway. he stopped at the damp feeling on his fingertips, and the sight of tears leaking out of your eyes and rolling down your cheeks. 

“oh, love. what’s happened?” you shook your head, reaching for his wrist to pull his hand away from you in an attempt to save yourself the embarrassment. “darling, please. who’s at fault for making my pretty girl cry like this?” 

“he knows.” you squeaked out, voice weaker than you had originally thought it to be. 

draco’s eyes widened ever so slightly, partially out of fear of how snape would eventually confront him about the newfound news, but also because he knew how much you tried to avoid this very scenario. the two of you had been as carefully as you possibly could be, and now you were in front of him, sobbing in the middle of the hallway.

“i reckon it didn’t go well.” you shook your head slowly, not being able to stop the built up of fresh tears in your eyes. “let’s get you to bed.” 

his soft voice, along with the way he wrapped his arms around you brought you a sense of needed comfort. he walked you back to your dormitory, threatening both of your roommates in order to get them out as soon as the door opened. 

they scurried out, not sure what was happening but surely making a mental note of taking this straight to snape in the early morning. you couldn’t bring yourself to care much, too focused on the sound of your father’s voice still swimming between your ears. 

you spent the night in draco’s arms, spilling every detail of the conversation between you and your father. it pained the boy to hear the quiver in your voice as you spoke, having to pause every now and again to choke out a sob in between words. he stayed by your sight for the entire night, arms wrapped around you while he listened patiently. 

he didn’t try to talk you down, or assure you that everything would be alright. he knew you hated empty promises, and truth be told, he didn’t know if it would all be okay. all he knew for sure was that he was going to fight for you if faced with the decision. 

you had developed bags under your eyes over the past few days, feeling more defeated and exhausted than you did during exams at the end of every year. your shoulders had fallen more often than not, eyes void of the glint they usually held. you only ever smile behind closed doors when draco would pull out all of his tricks to bring the very action out of you. 

the last thing you wanted to do today was to stare your boggart in the eye. 

you hadn’t been the first to go, which had been slightly uplifting, though the anxiety continued to bubble up in your chest as you waited to stand at the front of the queue. it had been comical when your father tumbled out of a wardrobe while neville stood at the front, shaking at the mere sight of your father. 

your classmates, especially those you shared a house with, had expected you to find the sight more amusing. they expected you to laugh or even crack a smile at the sight of your father in high heels and a dress, but you didn’t. you had ben too worked up about what you were about to see. what the whole class was about to see. 

“alright, miss snape. wand at the ready.” you nodded slowly, raising your wand in front of you as you anticipated the next few moments. 

you casted a glance at draco, who had already had his turn moments ago and stood just off to the side with a reassuring smile. you tried to shake the nerves from your head, but when the creature before you took the shape of your father, seemingly two feet taller than he actually stood, you felt your heart thud harshly in your chest. 

he loomed down at you, gaze as cold as it usually was and shoulders squared. his hands were folded behind his back, his tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth as he stared at you with the utmost disappointment in his expression. 

“pathetic little poppet.” you felt your breath hitch in your throat, completely forgetting about the full room of students that stood around you, watching the entire thing as it played in real time. “a disgrace to the name i’ve so graciously awarded you.”

your lips parted, the spell sitting on the tip of your tongue, but held back by your lack of focus. you had forgotten about the assignment, forgot that there was a way to end this experience now and forever. 

“far too young and weak to make lifelong decisions. you’ve relied on me your entire life, did you think that was going to come to an end anytime soon?” you clamped your lips tightly shut as tears stung your eyes for the first time in several days. 

you hadn’t spoken to your father since the conversation in his office. you avoided his gaze in the great hall, and he avoided picking on you in class. the two of you had an unspoken agreement that you would keep your distance from one another, far too tense to try chipping away at the ice for now. 

“you’re never going to be able to-”

“riddikulus!” your head whipped around, casting a gaze across the room just in time to catch your father lowering his wand, a mortified expression displayed clearly across his face. 

the room was silent, not even professor lupin had something to say on the subject. that is, until he clapped his hands together and told everyone to grab their things and hurry out of the room. 

just before draco walked out, your father pressed a firm hand to the boy’s chest and held him in place, telling him to stay put for the time being. 

draco had been waiting for the man to call him into his office, or keep him after class one day. he had expected this lecture long ago, and was surprised it had taken this long for the head of slytherin to make that step. 

there was an uncomfortable silence that hung in the air, nobody knowing how to break the thick blanket of tension that laid over the three of you. draco didn’t think it was his place to speak first, figuring there was far more to solve between the two of you than the small role he played in it all. 

“malfoy, i’m going to say this one time and one time only.” draco nodded, his own nerves bubbling up to the surface at how much of a mess he had made for himself by falling into a relationship with severus snape’s daughter. “one step out of line with her, and i’ll make sure you never forget who you’ve messed with.”

he had expected much more. more interrogation, or threats leading up to an inescapable command to break it off with you right then and there. draco hadn’t expected him to give in so easily, not even expecting an acceptance for years to come. 

you hadn’t expected it either, not seeing a future where your father allowed you to choose these things for yourself. you were sure he’d wed you off to a man you had little to no interest in for the rest of your life. never did you imagine him to stand here and give draco his blessing, even if those weren’t the words he used. 

“yessir.” draco nodded quickly, scared that if he took too long to accept the sliver of sentiment, that it would be retracted quickly. “i would never hurt her, professor snape.”

“you say that now, boyo, but i assure you-”

“papa, please.” your voice, although soft, carried across the room and brought both of their gazes over to you. 

“you’re dismissed, malfoy.” draco sent you a questioning glance, surprised to see you nod within seconds, giving him the silent cue that it was okay to leave you alone with your father. 

when the door shut behind the blond, your father was taking steps towards you, eyes casted down at his feet as he searched for what to say to you. he knew he stepped over the line the other night, but he hadn’t been able to bring himself to admit it to you just yet. he was still having trouble accepting it himself. 

“papa-”

“just, give me a moment.” you nodded, pressing your lips together in a thin line as you waited for him to find his words. “i shouldn’t have put veritaserum in your tea. i shouldn’t have said all of those despicable things to you the other night, and i should not have told you that you can’t make decisions for yourself.”

you nodded, not knowing how to respond to a thing like this. you knew your father wasn’t one to admit when he was wrong, but there still hadn’t been an apology that you were able to accept or reject in his train of thought. 

“it was wrong of me to trick and treat you like that. i shouldn’t have done it, and it won’t happen again.” you nodded again, still keeping your lips pressed together as his eyes drooped with sorrow. “i’m sorry.” 

“i just wish you trusted me with my own life.” you were shocked by your own words, seemingly holding the weight of the word in them. 

“i do trust you, poppet. i trust you, i just,” he stopped to breath out a heavy sigh through his nose. “i fear that you’ll make the same mistakes i made when i was your age.” 

“i wont.” you shook your head carefully, taking the small step that allowed you to wrap your arms around your father’s frame. “i’ll be careful, papa. i promise.”

“i know you will.” his voice was soft as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly to his frame. “but i was serious about what i said to malfoy.”

you laughed gently into the fabric of the man’s shirt, feeling his own chest bubble with a low laugh. 

just as the two of you unravelled yourselves from each other, you turned towards the door to make a swift exit by each other’s side. however, the sight of multiple pairs of eyes peering in through the window that led into the hall had elicited a soft growl from the pit of your father’s chest. 

you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of kids scattering away from the door, leaving the same blond boy that had just been in questioning with wide, apologetic eyes. 

“i tried to get them to leave, but nobody would listen.” your father huffed, muttering a small ‘thanks’ before turning to you and telling you to make sure you weren’t late for dinner. 

when he left, leaving you and draco standing in front of one another, you let a large smile spread across your lips. draco mimicked it, allowing himself to relax at the sight of you smiling and joyful once again. just as he made a move to reach for your cheek, his hand was clamped down back by his side involuntary, and the two of you were looking down the hallway at your father. 

“i’m not going to make it that easy on you, malfoy.” 

though he had kept his promise to not make it easy, keeping a close eye on the two of you for the remainder of your time at hogwarts, he accepted the love affair between you and the blond boy. 

you were head over heels for the boy, and he for you, and even your father was capable of picking up on that. so when draco stepped up to your house one evening, two years after graduation and while you were away at work, he sat down at the table in your kitchen, your father wasn’t surprised. 

draco, despite your now lengthy relationship and his ability to develop a strong relationship with your father, was still slightly surprised to see a grin, though small, spread across the man’s lips. your father had been waiting for this, wondering when draco was going to step up to the plate and drop to one knee in front of you. 

he was there for it all, smiling and even wiping a stray tear from his eye when you legally bound yourself to the malfoy boy. though he had been sour about your new last name, he would learn to deal with it. he would also learn to deal with three little ones running around with the very same name. 

he was partial to favoring the eldest, a boy with hair as black as his grandfathers, and the same name to prove the relation. your father would mess about with his three grandchildren, claiming that severus had been his favorite, but you were the one to blame. though, that wasn’t entirely true. he loved all three of them all the same. 

as long as you were happy, so was he. and you were the happiest you had ever been.

[wizkiddx]

without making this a sap story ive had some not so great news from home and am in one of them moods to not talk abt it. but i need a tom h to hug me , pls could u write something like that?

hey anon - i am sending u all my love, and hope things get a little easier for u as soon as possible. if u ever do wanna chat abt nothing or rant just send me a pm x  I hope this is at least somewhat what u were looking for <33

summary: life is sometimes not good, but your fave boy makes it just a little easier to deal with (with some original help from his brother too)

a bit angsty but i promise mainly fluff (and a popcorn fight?)

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What drew you out of the sort-of-trance was a two soft but firm knocks at the door - well Tom’s bedroom door. You’d been relaxing with him and Harry, watching the new ‘Line of Duty’ when your mum had called for the daily catch up. Admittedly, she had already tried to call you twice today but somehow you’d managed to miss both of them. On reflection, possible not that shocking because you’d been at a charity golf day with the boys which involved a fair amount of noise, chat and competition. 

Thankfully the boys had both done pretty well, Tom coming slightly ahead but that was the norm between the two. It meant they were both happily basking in their relative victories and not moody and grumpy like they are oh so often when things go wrong. Because to them, against your pleading, begging and sometimes lecturing…. golf was not just a game.  

You and your mum had always been very close, so usually speaking to her was uplifting and made you feel a little bit more complete - what with travelling with Tom for work, her voice was a slice of home. This time though, it was not so much the case. It was just sad news about your home town. Nothing directly to your family or close friends but still, it makes you feel generally down. 

Who knows how long it’d been since you’d hung up on the phone, just staring at the wall opposite. Everything felt just hollow and empty, lacking in meaning somewhat. You weren’t necessarily thinking, more like devoid of emotion, of thoughts, of anything. Just a bit cold. 

“Y/n…Y/n?” His voice sounded hesitant, as though scared he was interrupting your call. When you didn’t respond, the door cracked open and his fluffy head poked in, not that you noticed - your brain was still half absent. Tom on the other hand, was instantly looking you up and down, very much confused as the why you looked so rigid and not present. Noticing the phone was lying quiet on the bed in front of you, he felt safe to enter. He made a beeline for the bed, perching himself down on the edge, in-front of you - so he was blocking your fascinating view of the grey wall opposite. 

“What’s going on in that little head of yours?” His voice was soft and gravely, choosing not to put much energy into his vocal box as he rubbed up and down one of your arms. 

“Hmmm? Sorry, was miles away.”

“Could tell darl.” As he chuckled his eyes crinkled round the outside. “How was your mum?”

“Yeh…um okay, I-I guess.” As much as you wanted to shake yourself out of it, it just wasn’t that easy. Everything was laced with this underlying chilliness. 

“You sure? You dont really sound it?” 

“No, I um…well I’m not sure. I think I’m okay?”

“What happened?” You shook your head in response, making Tom press his lips together with a small nod. “ Don’t wanna talk about it huh?” 

“Not… not right now. Please?” 

With a permitting nod, Tom stood up and squeezed your hand, urging you to follow. Trailing behind him into the living room, he then instructed you to take a seat on the sofa adjacent to Harry, Tom himself disappearing back into the house. It made you pout a little, you wanted him to just look after you a little this evening but that self pity wasn’t allowed to last long - because a piece of popcorn flew into your cheek. You whipped your head around, with mouth open feigning shock, to see Harry smirking at you cradling a bowl full of other possible missiles in hand. 

“And what was that for?” He shrugged his shoulders, turning his head back to the TV.

“You looked sad.”

“…” Your mouth was open, no words coming out though, as you looked at the frizzy haired boy in bemusement. Sometimes you thought you understood how his head worked but at other points, the boy was a bloody mystery. Instead of explaining his thought process (because there almost certainly wasn’t one), he just smiled evily at you - wiggling his brows. And I know you know what that meant.

Sure enough by the time Tom reentered the room, arms full with different objects he’d collected round the house, the floor had been littered with popcorn kernels. You and Harry were squealing at each other as handfuls of the snack were catapulted vaguely at each other as you chased him round the room. It took Tom shouting at the both of you for you to freeze, slowly lowering your hands in ceasefire with a giggle. 

“I leave you alone for two minutes.”

“ It was his fault!” You protested, causing a 5 minute of ‘ he said-she said’ between the two of you, even if Tom wasn’t listening to the bickering. Instead, he quickly whizzed round the room picking up all the obvious popcorn bits and then spread out all the blankets he’d got from round the rented house on the sofa.

 You knew Harry, in his very own and special way, was only doing all this to cheer you up and you couldn’t appreciate it more. Your relationship with him had recently got so much closer, thanks to Tom being busy on set actually filming - while you and Harry just had some quality ‘almost sibling’ times. And now living with him too - naturally he had grown to know your tells almost as well as Tom. 

“Alright children calm down… thought we could watch movie?” Plopping himself down on the cream seat, Tom made grabby hands to you which of course you had to comply with. 

“I’ll um… I’m gonna leave you to- well to the being in love shit. It’ll make me chunder”

“We love you too bro” Tom called to Harry, who was already on his way out - but the tone of gratefulness in his voice was evident, he appreciated Harry noticing that the two of you could do with time together. 

“Don’t make it weird!” Harry’s response had you sniggering, as you pulled the fluffiest blanket over both you and Tom and nestling into his side. 

After a few minutes of Tom pretending to argue with you about film choice, before ultimately agreeing with your choice of ‘La la land’ as he always planned on letting you. The Holland boys were both very talented at subtly being a shoulder if needed, and yes you knew it was all an act - but you weren’t about to call him out. About halfway through he kissed the crown of your head and murmured. “Can tell you’re not watching darling.” He wasn’t wrong to be fair. Yes, you were looking at the screen - but your mind was far away from the plot line. 

“Sorry I um… minds like a runaway train sometimes.” Tom released a breathy chuckle at that before murmuring a ‘come ‘ere’ to you as he all but lifted you up from sitting by his side. You ended up lying almost onto of him, with both of Tom’s strong arms holding you tightly to him. Smiling into his chest, you nestled closer so the soundtrack to the movie played over the top of his constant thudding heartbeat. It took a few moments of you both just staring into the screen, completely contented for Tom to speak, squeezing you slightly tighter whilst the two of you watched Ryan Gosling and Emma Stone twirling on the road.

“I gotchu now lovie” 

And you swore then that all the thoughts racing in your mind were outpaced by those of a different kind. Still intense ideas, ones that buzzed round your brain, but these were happy. Thoughts of ‘how could I be so lucky’ and ‘I love this man with my whole heart’. 

Apparently these thoughts were also a comfort because when Tom looked down at you after what must’ve been at least half an hour, you were spark out. Breathing deep and unchanging, eye locked shut and mouth slightly squashed against his chest so your lips were pressed together. But what made the boy physical pout was the way you relaxed hand was loosely balled round a fistful of his purple hoodie. As if you were clutching at him to keep him as close to you as possible. 

He felt so grateful - not only for you, but also for the fact that he had the ability to make it a little better. You didn’t need him - Tom swore you were one of the most fiercely independent people he’d ever met - yet it was clear you wanted him. You wanted him when you felt down, the same way you wanted to be around him when you were overly hyper and chatting pure rubbish. You didn’t want him because he was the ‘Tom Holland’ you wanted him because he was Tom. 

He couldn’t fix what was going on back at your home (I mean right now, he still didnt even know what was going on). But he did know how to make everything just a little less shit. He knew how to be your person. 

And that would forever be job Tom was most proud of.

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