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cherryjuiceblues · 1 year

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for the sleepover!!

just a cute little midnight snack fluff blurb. y/n can’t sleep and goes downstairs to make her fav midnight snack— H wakes up and finds her downstairs and finishes making it for her 🥹🥹🫶🏼 no rush at all and it’s totally okay if u don’t get to it!! xx

✰ boyfriend!harry no warnings.

You’ve been staring at the side of Harry’s face for longer than you know, long since giving up on attempting to sleep and instead trying to make out your boyfriend’s pretty features in the dark. You don’t know why you’re struggling so much tonight but, it seems no matter what you do, your brain just won’t settle.

You’d considered waking Harry up but immediately dismissed the thought, frowning at the idea of disrupting his sleep. And after tracing his face with your eyes a multitude of times, feeling no closer to falling asleep, you decide to get up. You don’t breathe until you’re sure you haven’t woken Harry, engulfing deep breathes once you reach the kitchen, the tiles cold on your feet. Something warm in your tummy ought to mellow you out a little, you think.

Everything seems to make so much more noise when you’re trying to be quiet, the pot you’re extracting from the cupboard making you wince as it clatters against something and the lid you nearly drop scraping against something else. As the water boils (run from the apparently deafening tap) your body deflates—exhaustion more prevalent now that you’re up, and you rest yourself against the counter, head hanging low. Your eyes fall shut and despite the discomfort of standing you nearly drift off, until you hear the telling noise of bubbling water and force your eyes open.

“What’re you doing up?” A tired voice sounds behind you and you nearly jump out of your skin, whipping around to see a dishevelled Harry. You frown. “Don’t be too pleased to see me,” he says sarcastically, scratching at his jaw.

“I didn’t want to wake you up, m’sorry.” You let him pull you into a hug as he walks over, chest hard and warm.

“My body was missing you,” he drawls, and you smile against him. “Get hungry?”

You nod, “Couldn’t sleep,” speaking into his skin. “M’making cheesy pasta.”

Harry hums and fiddles with the hob behind you—probably turning it down. Still wrapped up in his arms, you go to turn but he stops you.

“Lemme. Go sit.” And you want to argue but you’re too tired. So with delayed steps you totter over and lift yourself up onto the counter opposite Harry and the hob; probably a bad idea considering you might fall off it if you drift off, but once you’re up, you don’t want to move.

Harry potters about and you watch him with eyes half-lidded. Gaze as he takes out the pasta and pours an appropriate amount into the pan (you would’ve cooked enough to feed a family of four, most likely) and then as he grates some cheese to make the sauce. It’s a meal he makes well, experienced in the cooking of it whenever you need comfort food. Your eyes shut once more and you’re too gone to panic about where you’re sitting as the delicious smell of cooking lulls you to sleep.

“Hey,” Harry whispers, suddenly in front of you, hand on your knee. Well, you think it’s sudden but then you realise you’re just waking up. He’s holding a finished bowl of cheesy pasta and you perk up considerably, wiping the tiredness from your eyes.

“Mm, thank you,” you hum, reaching out to grab it with slow movements.

Harry pulls it away, removing his hand from you to hold the fork. “I’ll feed you, baby, y’can close your eyes.” You smile up at him, heart full, even though you shake your head in a way of saying you’ll keep them open. Harry knows you won’t. He stabs a couple of pieces and holds them up to your mouth that you open gratefully, eyes shutting immediately at the soothing warmth and taste. You try to reopen them, you do, but Harry reassures you. “Don’t fight it, love.”

He means it in the most sincere and caring way, but he also takes the opportunity to feed himself some, free of your inevitable grumbling and pouting (“Don’t eat my food!” He can picture you saying, before replying, “I made it for you, brat.”).

Once the pasta is all gone, and you are ninety-five percent asleep, Harry sets the bowl down quietly in the sink and scoops you up into his arms—your legs cling to his waist, and your arms to his neck, like the true depiction of a sloth.

When he lays you back down in bed, it takes you all of five seconds to sink into a happy and satisfied slumber, this time with Harry the one to watch your face before he too, falls asleep.

sleepover tag!

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mulledcherrywine · 9 months

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Drive my Car

summary: Harry loves to embarrass you

a/n: been a while and i missed youuuu

Even though you’ve been together long enough to know every detail about each other, your heart still seems to skip a beat when you see his message pop up on the screen.

H <3 : i’m outsideeee

You peered a little through your glazed bathroom window, adjusting the necklace wrapped around you. He’d given it to you on your last birthday, and hardly ever took it off.

There he was. Sat in his little yellow sports car, sunglasses on and one hand so nonchalantly on the wheel, and like always, the seat next to him empty just for you.

You quickly wrote back you were on your way down as you threw his cardigan - that you definitely “forgot” to return - over your dress.

As you opened your townhouse door, the blare of Funkadelic’s “I Call My Baby Pussycat” was impossibly loud. There was your boyfriend, jokingly shaking his head in the car to the song he clearly set beyond earths decible sound limit.

“Harry!” you laugh-shouted, waving your hands to turn it down. The psychedelic sound assault was something your elderly neighbors were likely to have sending them 6-feet under.

“What?” he mouthed exaggeratingly, pointing to his ears.

“Turn it down!” you said, now in a fit of laughter.

“I can’t hear you, baby. S’loud in this neighborhood, don’t know how y’live out here!”

He didn’t obey your requests until you were fully in the car.

“Yeah, well, some idiot likes to turn up his music in his souped up vintage car just to show off around here. Thinking of having him locked up.”

“Hm, well i’d love to meet him sometime. He sounds great”

“He is” you said, leaning across the seats to give him a kiss.

“Bet he’s got a really hot girlfriend too”

You rolled your eyes and shoved his shoulder. He gave you a small smile before turning his attention back to the road. Though his eyes were nearly hidden, you could just make out the little crinkles by his eyes he always got when he smiled.

He started up the car properly and pulled out of the spot.

“So, where are we headed?”

“Want to just drive today? Not really feeling like doing much today”

“Y’got all dressed up just to drive with me?”

“I’d get dressed up to pick up trash with you, H”

He grinned hard again.

“Driving it is then” he said decidedly, taking your hand and running a thumb over your knuckles.

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fetusharryluvr · 1 year

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hii cud i request harry & yn painting each others nails while drinking & maybe playing never have I ever or truth&dare

like tooth rotting fluff

aaaa i love this idea sm, i hope you like it 🍓

“How many times ‘av we seen this film now?” Harry huffed, the sound sending a vibration through his body that you felt as you rested your head on his lap, staring aimlessly at the TV infront of you. “Swear I could quote it word-for-word at this point.”

You slowly turned your head up to face him with narrowed eyes, “Little Women is a pinnacle of modern cinema, Mr Styles.”

“You’re only sayin’ that ‘cause y’fancy Florence Pugh.”

“Heeey!” You whined, slapping him playfully on the chest. “I dunno what you’re talkin’ about.”

The two of you originally had a table booked at a restaurant in central london, but due to a particularly bad rainstorm, you thought it was best not to risk going out. That lead to you and Harry sprawled out on the sofa, watching a selection of your favourite films. It also meant you finally opened the several bottles of champagne you had leftover from Christmas, so the two of you weren’t exactly sober.

You were unable to pull your eyes away from the screen when it came to the scene with Amy’s monologue about marriage. You felt yourself subconsciously mouthing along with the words.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Harry jolted up in his seat with a gasp, almost throwing you both off of the sofa, “Can you paint my nails?!”

“Shhh!” You hissed, resting your head on your chin, “Laurie’s ‘bout to tell her how beautiful she is!”

Harry hopped up from the couch, and kneeled down in between you and the TV so you could see him. He put on his best puppy dog eyes that he knew, despite your drunken states, you wouldn’t be able to resist. “Please, love. It’ll be so fun, and I can paint yours after!”

You rolled your eyes at the adorable man sat infront of you. How could you say no to a face like that? “Fine,” you huffed out, “But we’re finishing Little Women afterwards.”

In the next ten minutes, Harry had popped one of his Fleetwood Mac albums on the record player, and you were sat at the dining table, aggressively rifling through your shared collection of nail polishes. Harry had ordered you off the sofa because he knew the last thing he wanted was for you to wake up tomorrow morning with a hangover, only to find nail polish spilled all over it.

“What colour d’you want, babe?” You shouted out, and he came running into the kitchen not two seconds later.

“You pick f’me.” He tells you, plopping himself down in the seat beside you.

You dug out a red and an ivory white from the bag, deciding to attempt the heart nails that Harry had done many a time before. He stretched out his fingers, laying his hand flat for you. You were quick to get started with the base coat, concentration laced in your features. Harry gazed at your focused expression in adoration, your brows furrowed together, and your tongue slightly poking out the corner of your mouth.

The soft sound of Everywhere began to play through the room, prompting the tipsy brunette to sway in his seat and hum along. What was a heart five seconds ago, now looked like something out of a crime scene. “Harry!” You scolded, causing the poor man to jump, “Stop movin’, y’pillock, you’ve ruined it!”

“‘M sorry, lovie.” He frowned, “Y’know how much I love Christine McVie.”

You nodded your head, rushing to clean the polish off of his forefinger so you could repaint it. “I know, she’s a bloody legend, but m’heart’s a red splodge now.”

After nearly an hour of you and your boyfriend belting out every last word to Tango in the Night, Harry’s fingernails were now covered in beautiful little hearts. Though, not all of them were perfect due to the double vision the alcohol in your system had given you, but he loved them nonetheless.

You admired your work with a bright, giggly smile on your face. “Look at ‘em, they’re so cute.”

“D’you want me to do yours now?” Harry looked up at you.

You puckered your lips in thought, before an idea came into your head. You grinned at the dimpled man next to you, “Why don’t we play never have i ever with shots?” You gasped, causing him to do the same. Now, sober Y/N never would have thought of such an idea, but drunk Y/N was like a whole new person, and Harry was just as intoxicated.

“Never have I ever…” you paused as you tried to think, “Tried something kinky in bed.” Harry smirked as the two of you both took a quick shot, then squirmed at the burning taste. Putting the glasses back down on the table, the two of you knew exactly what the other was thinking.

“Handcuffs.” — “Pegging.” You simultaneously spoke, prompting you both to share a confused look.

“Never have I ever DMed Florence Pugh asking if she’d be m’friend.” Harry giggled, taking a shot anyway, despite having never done it.

Your jaw fell open in the most dramatic way possible at your overly giggly boyfriend. “Oi!” You pouted, “Y’bastard, she never replied.”

“Take the shot, then, babe.” Harry cockily urged in a sing-song voice, gesturing to the shot glass in your hand.

In a sulky manner, you did as you were told. Putting down the glass and picking up yet another, you pointed your forefinger at the musician, “Two can play at that game, Styles.” You warned. “Never have I ever got locked out of my house and climbed through next doors window by mistake.”

“Heeey!” Harry whined, clutching his chest.

You bursts out laughing at the memory, “Poor Mrs Benson was terrified, you almost gave her a heart attack!”

“Right, woman, you’re playing a dangerous game.” Harry shook his head. The two of you agreed you’d had quite enough of never have I ever, and sat back down at the table once you’d cleared up all the empty glasses. He picked up the bag of nail polish, grabbing out two colours, “Red or blue flowers, love?”

“Blue, please.”

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fluffrry · 2 years

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hiiii! how are you? :) i saw your post earlier today and decided to send something in. can I request something with fluff for Harry?? I’m graduating college next month & would love something along those lines but you do what you think is best!

please and thank you :))

Hi!! I am great. Congrats on graduating, anon! I hope you enjoy :))

Warnings: none

Category: fluff

Requested?: yes

You press the submit button, holding your breath as the wifi struggles to upload the hefty word document. This is it– your last assignment. Graduation is so close you can almost taste it. All these years, all leading up to this.

"Harry!! Come here!" you shout, angling your voice through the door left ajar.

You hear Harry's footsteps bounding up the stairs. Your eyes are still fixed on the screen, watching as the upload stops loading, and the word "submitted" fills the little box next to the document.

"Oh my god," you whisper to yourself. You lean back in your chair with a happy sigh.

“What?!” Harry asks, a little out of breath, “Everything okay?” He looks worried, his eyes darting around the room. It appears he is looking for a threat, or a stray bug that has surprised you.

“Yes, yes. Everything is okay. Just come look!”

Harry walks over to your desk, his brows set low on his face and tongue playing with the inside of his cheek. The lack of context is leaving him confused. He leans into your computer screen, resting his right hand on the back of your desk chair.

“Oh! You finished up that paper you were working on? I’m proud of you, baby.” Harry places a light kiss on your forehead.

“Yes, I did. Guess what else, though?”

“I don’t know. I can’t think of anything, y/n.”

You swivel your chair around to face him and find his eyes. He moves his resting hand from the chair to your shoulder. “This is my last assignment. Like, the last, last assignment. I have no other work before graduation. I’m officially done!”

“Really?” Harry’s eyes widen, and a smile spreads across his face. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m telling you now!! I didn’t wanna jinx it and summon one of my professors to add something last minute, you know?”

Harry laughs. A deep, content one he saves for you only. “I wish you had told me earlier. I would have cheered you on. I always want to be your biggest supporter.”

“I know, but you know how I am.”

“I do, yeah. I think we should celebrate, though. Think of it as a two person pre-grad ceremony.”

“We don’t need to do all that. I just wanted to share this moment with you.”

“You’re sweet, but we absolutely do need to do that. I’ll plan, and you just come.”

“Oh-” Before you can get a protest out, Harry is whizzing away from your desk and through the door.

You hear his voice carry from the hallway, “Remember– I’ll plan, you show up!!”

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hbwgemini · 1 year

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he's so bf

#my love #harrystyles #harry pics #!!!!! <3 #im literally in love #harry styles #loving the shirt #my heart #ohmygod #was not expecting that #oh my fuck #he looks so hot #he actually sent me this pic before he posted it!!!!#bf!harry

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virgorry · 2 years

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Having thoughts 🥺🥺

#bf!harry

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warriorblood1 · 5 months

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im playing disco elysium for the first time and it might be too early to call it but i think ive come across the funniest goddamn exchange in the game

#disco elysium #harry du bois #kim kitsuragi #me and my bf have been laughing at this all day #i keep saying/thinking ''so youre the most mentally ill officer in the precinct''#its a shame you cant just say yes #for the record i picked the second option

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viimsical · 3 months

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comforting hug

#sometimes ur thoughts r just too loud #or the road sign is just a lil mean #either way its a good thing to keep ur bf around #COUGH #kim kitsuragi #harry du bois #harrykim #disco elysium

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ladypearl333 · 1 month

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pov: you weren’t in class today

slytherin boys!reader

(includes theo, draco, mattheo, blaise, and enzo)

warnings: mention of cigarettes & potentially suggestive content?

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theo nott:

draco malfoy:

mattheo riddle:

blaise zabini:

lorenzo berkshire:

thank you for reading!!!!!

*i need a way for you guys to send in requests but idk how to set that up on my page:’(

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aiuredsworld · 9 months

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The Shared Hoodie of WTTWOG

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#hpdm #drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #draco #harry #harry x draco #lucius malfoy #narcissa malfoy #wttwog #this is a wttwog fanart #i love that book #the Shared Hoodie #harry looks so smug even Voldemort cannot shut him #he is proud of his bf #draco in hoodie is so soft #welcome to the world of grey

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daddiesdrarryy · 5 months

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Blaise: Can I have your number, Weasley?

Ron: Oh, sure, I want to! But I don’t have a phone or anything

Blaise: No worries

*an hour later*

Blaise: Here it is

Ron: That’s…a phone

Blaise: Yes! Now can I have your number?

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simply-slytherin · 3 months

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The 5th year arrives...

More photos from my Hogwarts Legacy MC cosplay!

#hogwarts legacy #slytherin #hogwarts aesthetic #peep the victorian heeled boots also #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy fandom #Girly is about to have adventures of a life time #and its somehow all thanks to that Sebastian boy #bless my bf for following me around all day taking photos #harry potter cosplay #hphl #hogwarts legacy cosplay

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love-fictional-ppl · 20 days

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Bf!James Headcanons

Summary: sfw + nsfw headcanons for bf!james

Pairings: James Potter x gryffindor!fem!reader, platonic!marauders x fem!reader, platonic!lily evans x fem!reader

Warnings: language, James is a simp, nsfw stuff duh, underage drinking, switch!james, boobjobs, mention of pegging, cum (idk i think im js kinda fascinated by cum), oral(male and female receiving), breeding, slight choking, contraceptives, way more I just don’t feel like listing.

A/N: characters are set in their 7th year.

SFW:

First off, we all know this man is a simp for his girl. Like he is down bad.

This man will go and buy you candy from Honeydukes, he will buy you all sorts of stuffed animals, you name it.

Give him homemade gifts! He loves it! Collages, bracelets, small gift baskets, flowers and flower crowns

James absolutely loves when you have a shared class with him, the way you walk hand in hand to the class and sit a seat away from him. He constantly is passing notes back and forth with you and getting in trouble for it, but he doesn’t care one bit.

Sirius loves to tease James for how “pussy whipped” he is. James can’t even deny it.

Permanent puppy dog eyes when he looks at you.

Surprisingly good at gossiping with.

You steal his clothes and he is perfectly fine with it, in fact he prefers it. Sometimes he’ll even bring you a random piece of his clothing bc he wants you to wear it.

You were James’ date to the Yule ball. Sirius spiked the punch. Remus was a victim of the punch.

Oh god. One time the marauders went out to the shrieking shack and got super drunk, James wouldn’t stop whining for you. When the boys came back they sent Lily to fetch you. You got stuck sitting with one very intoxicated James Potter in the common room, you both wound up falling asleep on one of the sofas. The next morning you were woken up by James running to throw up.

Loves to take you on picnics next to the Black Lake. This boy can’t help spoiling you.

He just sneaks in the kitchens and the house elves give him all the food for your dates.

James’ parents adore you, their house is practically your second home.

You come to every quidditch game, you wear one of his scarves and wear as much gryffindor clothing as you can.

You scream James’ name and cheer for him, you give him a kiss after each game and you give him a little more than kiss when they win.

Play with his hair. He will start purring.

He smells like grass, sandalwood, cigarettes from sitting next to Sirius and aftershave

Will use your lotion, perfume, lipgloss, chapstick, boy don’t care.

NSFW:

Oh my lord. James is in love with your body. He wants to touch every part of you all the time.

mating press, full Nelson, cowgirl, missionary are his favorite positions. And let me tell you, he knows how to hit.

Boob jobs. He’s obsessed with them, he loves to make it messy by cumming all over your face and tits.

Ultimately James is a sub leaning switch. He’ll fuck you just how you want tho don’t worry.

James loves trying new things. He will come to you with porno magz he snatched from Sirius asking you timidly if you want to do that stuff.

He has the highest sex tolerance ever. James’ always hard and always needs to go, he can fuck 3-4 rounds b4 he’s down.

Peg him.

He’s so loud when he’s subbing. James will moan and whine and babble at you. When he’s in charge tho… he’ll dirty talk and groan and grunt, occasionally a whimper.

He loves to cum on you, on your face, tits, ass, thighs, pussy. He wants to see you drenched in it. He loves how messy and gross you look after.

James loves to cum inside of you also, he has a massive breeding kink. He will keep pumping you with his loads, so make sure to tell him to stop and learn sum morning after spells.

Prefers giving head over receiving. Don’t get me wrong, he loves blowjobs but he loves the taste of your pussy a tad bit more. James eats like a god too. He will overstimulate you just so he can slurp up your juices.

The blowjobs are great in their own way, the soft warmth of your mouth, how expertly you work his cock, oh and the gag reflex that drives him crazy. He almost busts on the spot.

He loves to fuck you in the showers after his games, his way of blowing off steam. After a particularly hard game, his hand may snake around your throat causing your vision to blur and you to lose your breath.

Getting handled by James is the definition of getting manhandled like a rag doll. He forgets his own strength.

He hates condoms, would rather pull out or some other contraceptive.

Baby is definitely a pervert and steals your panties, you know but just don’t care since he always returns them. He takes them to sniff and lick sometimes James wraps them around his cock and masturbates to the thought of your tight little cunt.

He is a fan of degradation and praise, giving and receiving.

Mommy kink. He will suck on your tits too, if you could produce milk, he would love it. Just wants you to baby him.

He has really sensitive nipples, do what you want with this info.

Good with after care, he’ll clean himself up then grab washcloth and wipe you down, afterwards lying down, cuddling you and thanking you.

Not proofread! I was bored ash so do what u want with this😭 ngl I kinda wanna write a stepdad!james fic next

#harry potter #hp universe #james potter x reader #james potter smut #james potter #james potter x fem!reader #marauders era #marauders #smut #bf!james potter #sub!james potter #fluff #i love james potter

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chaoticloving · 1 year

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idk if you write smut so if you’re uncomfortable totally ignore this!!! but!!! imagine y/n and recently fiance!harry and him fingering you with his ring finger talking abt marriage and shit 🫣🫣

future husband

Harry styles x reader (masterlist)

summary: Harry proposes and it leads to sex

warnings: smut

a/n: IM SORRY THIS TOOK TOO LONG I JUST NEEDED TO BE IN THE RIGHT MOOD TO WRITE SMUT AND THEN TUMBLR DIDNT PUT IT IN THE TAGS AHHH

Harry's ring obsession started when he was in his early twenties.

He rarely wore any type of a jewelry or anything flamboyant when he was younger. He painted his nails on occasion, something to relax himself with or whenever Y/n was doing hers, but nothing too grand.

But a simple silver chain given by his one and only changed that.

He started getting a little more into jewelry, necklaces, earrings, and his favorite, rings. He liked the intricate designs that rings ment; they could be loud and a stable piece, or they could be a subtle addition to the outfit.

They could also symbolize love.

After dating Y/n for three months, he knew he was certain that he wanted to stay forever with her, he just didn't allow himself to think of marriage this early into a relationship--at least not until his mother asked when he was going to propose after meeting her around their six-moth anniversary.

Finally though, after just under two years, he popped the question. He got a beautiful engagement ring, a band with beautiful engravings throughout, and of course, a huge fucking rock.

"Harry." Y/n sniffled, seeing Harry on his knee, ring in hand. "Of course, yes!"

A lovely proposal in a quiet and quant cottage away from civilization was perfect and exactly what they needed, not only for their privacy but for the ability to have sex in the middle of the woods. Harry bought this property not too long ago and waited for the right moment to take Y/n there, a proposal seemed like the best time.

The kissing of course led to more, how could it not? Harry was always a passionate lover, always eager to please, so it was honestly no surprise when the soft kiss turned more sensual.

"Fuck, I'm so glad you finally asked." Y/n mumbled softly as their lips kept touching, coming back for more. "Can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you as my husband."

Harry moved onto her neck, biting softly as he went down. "It's all I've ever wanted." He groaned as Y/n's hand trailed down to his pants, she teased him slightly, earning a moan from him. "And to please you again. Lay down."

Y/n made herself comfortable on the blue and white picnic blanket. Harry moved the basket and wine bottles out of the way. He pulled flipped her dress up, revealing her lacy set on panties.

"Planning to seduce me today?" He asked with a raised brow.

"I had a hunch you might be asking me to marry you." She shrugged her shoulders, biting her lip to hide, poorly, a cheeky smile.

"How?" Harry gasped, his fingers tracing the band of her underwear. "It was top secret!"

"Oh come on, H." She giggled, her hand coming up to stroke his cheek. "You take me on a surprise getaway, no one around, to a cottage that is darling... It's the most romantic thing you have ever done."

Harry blushed. The midday sun gleaming perfectly on his skin, twinkling his green eyes and highlighting the freckles that scattered his slightly tanned skin. Y/n couldn't help but feel so lucky. This beautiful man, inside and out, is now her fiancé; she started to tear up, which, of course, caused Harry to tear up as well.

"No don't start baby." She told him. "We need to focus so we can have sex. No tears now."

She wiped her tears then Harry's. "You started it." He mumbled, smiling as he finally pulled her panties down. "We just love each other too much."

"I guess so-" Y/n gasped as Harry entered a figure into her. The familiar feeling was welcomed as the subtle feeling of pleasure began to buble up inside of her. "Fuck that feels so good."

Harry was leaning half on and half off of her, his right hand fingering. her while his other held him up so he could kiss by her ear.

"Don't get one of your rings stuck in me." She warned, looking sternly at her love. Harry shook his head and kissed her softly.

"I would never."

Harry had on a simple band, one similar to the new one adorned on Y/n's finger. He figured while he was buying the engagement ring he could buy a matching one for himself.

"I can't wait to marry you." He spoke softly, creating a new hickey just under her ear lobe. "Gonna wanna fuck you again when I see you in that dress, don't know if I could wait till the honeymoon."

He added a finger, adding to the pleasure.

"And seeing you with that ring...It's going to be as sexy as your lingerie. Just knowing you're mine and I'm the only one that can ever see you like this."

"Fuck, H. Gonna come."

"I'm the only one who will get to see my wife like this. And everyone will know I can only to this do you...I'm the only one capable." Harry's words were possessive yet reassuring, the constant validation that he was the only one for her pushed her over the edge, leaving a gasp from her mouth.

"Har I need you inside." She yanked him fully on-top of her, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down after Harry quickly pulled his fingers out of her, but not before a little taste.

He helped her strip himself, knowing she is just as possessive as him but just doesn't always vocalize it, but her actions speak louder than her lack of words.

Harry entered Y/n, the euphoric feeling washing over him as he let out a loud moan, mentally thanking himself for buying the isolated land. "Feel so good."

"You stretch me out so much." She gasped. "My future husband."

Harry thrusted, a reflex from her words in her sexy, faint, voice. "Don't say that or else I'm going to come in less then a minute." He paused, staring into his loves eyes. "Want to impress my future wife."

"You impress me every day. Every time I see you I have something new I love about you." Y/n leaned in a kissed him, it was mainly teeth, but still perfect nonetheless. "Today it's your cock."

Harry stopped thrusting briefly. "You mean it hasn't impressed your before today?"

"It's the first time I've been impress by my fiancé's cock, I was already impressed when he was my boyfriend." She assured. Harry rolled his eyes and got back to thrusting, moving his ring finger down to her core and rubbing soft circles on her clit, making her jolt slightly.

"I'm gonna cum again, H."

"Me too."

They both moaned as they climaxed at the same time. Harry collapsed onto Y/n's chest, arms exhausted from keeping himself up. They stayed like that for no more then five minutes, Harry's cock softening inside of her as they relaxed.

"I can't believe you're going to be my wife." Harry thought out loud. "Never thought I'd work up the courage."

"Why? You knew I'd say yes."

"I dunno, just all the what-if's got inside my head. You know how that is." Harry mumbled, nuzzling his face into the side of her neck. He kissed over her blooming hickeys too, soft contrast between his sexual and romantic desire for her.

"Well your next biggest concern is finding were to go for our honeymoon." Y/n said. "Might have to go all over."

"I'll pay for every penny of it."

"Most defiantly. You know I have expensive taste." Y/n joked. "The wedding is going to cost half a fortune on its own."

Harry smiled, kissing her cheek then her lips. "I'd spend all the money in the world to make you happy. I'd go broke to see you smile."

"Stop, you're going to make me cry again." She whispered, tears starting to form.

"I'll just kiss them away, my love." He sighed. "It's my job as your future husband."

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hbwgemini · 2 years

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TELL ME THESE ARE NOT BF!HARRY :((((( MY HEART PLS he looks so soft n cuddly

#my heart #!!!!! <3 #ohmygod #harry house #harrystyles #oh my fuck #he looks so soft #my love #im literally in love #bf!harry #i love the mustache #mustacherry

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uhohwhathaveidone · 1 year

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hiii im the one who requested a drabble about amortentia

yeah i meant that someone dosed reader with amortentia and that's why sebastian is pissed (fair enough)

and i don't mind it being 2nd part of Amortentia!! i just really hope the reader will be hufflepuff^^

thank you so much!!

Poor little Hufflepuff

Tainted Crush (S.S)

pt1 Brewed Crush

I sabered too close to the sun today on beat saber and played for 3 hours straight on hard difficulty and my limbs have gone to jelly, and then after all that I walked to my mom to tell her about how I found the new notes and suddenly there was glass in my shoe and i stabbed my foot, how I didn't do that while giving my all at the game is beyond me, I put my whole body and soul into those games. Anyway, Sebastian is very.... Sebastian in this. Very protective bf.

You hummed quietly to yourself as you walked down the hall to the Hufflepuff common room, eager to put your bag down and meet with Sebastian and Ominis for supper. You greeted a few students as you walked in, petting the soft feathers of an owl that perched itself on the rail of the steps as you walked up them. Poppy greeted you at the top, smiling a devious smile. “Hey there, y/n! I have something to deliver to you.” You looked at her, confused, as she pulled out a small box. “I was asked to hand this to you.” You took it from her hands, peaking inside. “Candy? Who gave you this?” You asked, picking one out of the box and inspecting it. Poppy shrugged, “Leander told me to give it to you, saying it was a gift for beating him in some game you played.” Your face relaxed a bit, nodding as you thanked her. Poppy smiled and excused herself, walking down the stairs and to one of her friends.

You walked to your room, placing your bag onto the floor beside your bed as you sat down, looking at the candy. You weren’t quite friends with the Gryffindor boy, but you did interact with him a bit, and you knew that it would be rude to not at least eat one of the candies. You sifted through the assortment, grabbing at random and popping it into your mouth. Its sweet taste flooded your tastebuds as you chewed, the aftertaste felt odd, however. You had tried to figure out what the aftertaste was when your mind seemed to haze, your body beginning to feel fuzzy. Leander’s face popped into your mind, and you felt yourself thinking about him, much as you tried to fight it. Eventually, he was all your mind thought about, and you smiled to yourself as you looked down at the box, the candies tempting you for another bite.

Sebastian sat beside you and Ominis, talking about the new spell you had learned in charms, asking Ominis how he felt about it. Ominis shrugged, claiming it was rather easy to learn, while you kept silent, leaning into the palm of your hand as you looked across the hall. “Hey, are you even listening to me?” Sebastian asked, bumping into your shoulder. After the Potions session a week or two before hand, the two of you confessing to each other and then trying to interrogate Ominis, you and Sebastian had gotten together, much to Ominis’ delight. “Finally, I don’t have to hear you whine about your feelings,” He had said. Sebastian waited for you to answer, bumping your shoulder again. “Hmm, yeah I’m listening.” You hummed, not shifting your gaze. Sebastian narrowed his gaze at you, noticing how you had your gaze fixed. He followed it, landing at the Gryffindor table, a mix of blue and red dotting the table. “What’s on your mind, then?”

“Leander.” You swooned; a childish giggle left you as you smiled. Ominis choked and spit his drink out, coughing and gasping for air. Sabastian’s face heated up in jealousy, causing him to frown. “Leander Prewett?” You nodded, watching as the boy in question talked to his friends. “Why are you thinking about that guy?” Sebastian scoffed. Leander wasn’t the biggest fan of Sebastian, and Sebastian had to admit that he wasn’t a fan of Leander either, growing annoyed by him. He always found something to blame on Slytherins, and seemed to hold a grudge against Sebastian after he bested him in a duel on the first day of fifth year. Sebastian hadn’t even seen you talk to Leander before. You sighed, pulling Sebastian from his thoughts. “He gave me candy. They were really good too.” You said, pulling one from your pocket. Ominis’ head snapped up, looking in your direction. “Candy?” He asked, and Sebastian quickly snatched the candy from your hand.

“Don’t eat that!” He shouted, reaching into the pocket you had taken the candy from, finding two more pieces. Ominis furrowed his brow, “How many did he give you?” You shrugged, counting your fingers. “Hmm…maybe…Ten? I think that’s it.” Sebastian felt panic rise in his chest, eyes widening. “Ten? You have three left!” Ominis found your shoulder, looking for your face. “Smells sweet, too sweet for candy.” He noted, looking over to Sebastian, who sat there, shocked and upset. “You’re sure Leander gave you these?” He asked, watching as you nodded. He grabbed your shoulders, turning you to him. His eyes widened as he took in your features, your eyes glazed over and pupils dilated. Your usual skin tone was replaced by a deep pink, and your face was extremely relaxed. Sebastian cursed under his breath, grabbing your face, and checking for anything else that was out of the ordinary.

Ominis listened to Sebastian as he muttered to himself, seemingly cursing Leander. “He dosed them, some kind of love potion was in those candies.” Ominis widened his eyes in shock, trying to wrap his head around the possibility that someone even had the guts to dose another student, especially you. “What do we do, Sebastian?” Sebastian sighed, turning you towards Ominis. “Keep them here, I’m going to have a little chat with our dear Prewett.” With that, Sebastian stood, making his way over to Leander’s table. Natty looked up, greeting Sebastian. Leander paled at his name, keeping his head down and focusing on his food. “Hello there, Natty. Mind if I borrow your friend Leander for a moment?” Natty shrugged, elbowing Leander, who looked up in dread. He hadn’t told his friends what he had done, so they watched in confusion as he slowly stood from his seat, hands shaking as he walked over to Sebastian. “Hello there, Prewett.” Sebastian began, “Would you care for a conversation in the hall outside?” Leander nodded slowly, head hung low as he followed Sebastian out.

As the giant doors closed behind them, Sebastian grabbed Leander by the collar, throwing him into the stone wall. Leander let out a gasp as the air left his lungs, a bruise already beginning to form on his spine. Sebastian walked up to him, grabbing his collar once again and holding him up against the wall, glaring daggers into Leander. “So, Prewett. Know why I asked you here today?” Sebastian asked. Leander shook his head, hoping that he could try to reason with Sebastian; come up with a lie to cover up what he had done. Sebastian scoffed, dropping him to the ground again. “Let me jog your memory then, yeah?” He held up one of the candies he had taken from you, watching as Leander’s eyes widened as he watched. “How many were in that box, Prewett? Ten?” Leander nodded, avoiding Sebastian’s eyes now. Sebastian paced in front of him, “Well, I have three in my possession. I assume you know how to count. How many do you think they ate, hm?” Quietly, Leander responded. “Seven, they ate seven.” Clasping his hands together, Sebastian smiled. “Correct! Seven points to Gryffindor!” He mocked, walking up to Leander. “What do you think would have happened if they ate eight? Maybe nine, or all of them? Do you think they’d be sitting at the table right now, probably mumbling about you to Ominis?” His voice and gaze grew dark as he hovered over Leander, “You could have killed them, then I probably would have killed you.” Leander shuddered, pushing himself against the wall. Sebastian looked down at the candy, lifting his gaze to the Gryffindor before him. “What would happen if you ate one? Would it have an effect?” He questioned. Leander shrugged, unsure himself. Sebastian debated the idea, playing with the candy in his hand. “Maybe next time.” He said quietly.

“I’m going to let you go now,” Sebastian started, watching as Leander sighed in relief. He took out his wand, pointing it between his eyes. “But, if I catch you trying something like that again to my partner, even look in their direction,” Sebastian stared, “I will deal with you.” With that, Sebastian put his wand away, stuffing the candy in his robe and walking to the door, taking a final look at the cowardly Gryffindor, before opening it and walking in. He made his way back over to where you sat, standing in front of you. “I’m back,” He stated, letting Ominis know he was there. Ominis sighed in relief, glad to have someone that wouldn’t talk about some guy nonstop. “They’ve been talking this whole time, I’m becoming annoyed, to be honest.” Sebastian chuckled, reaching to take your hand. “I had a nice chat with Prewett. Now we need to get you to Professor Sharp.” You stood, gazing around as Sebastian led you toward Sharp, gesturing for him.

“What is it, Mr. Sallow?” Sharp asked, standing before the two of you. Through gritted teeth, Sebastian explained to him the events that led to where you were now, glaring in Leander’s direction at the mention of his name. Alarmed, Sharp quickly led the two of you out of the hall to the potions classroom, Sebastian’s hold on your hand tightening as you whined, watching Leander’s figure shrink the farther you walked. Sharp ushered you into the classroom, heading to his desk to gather ingredients for an antidote. “How many did you say they ate?” He asked, measuring out portions of mandrake leaves. “Seven, I have the other three here.” Sebastian handed the candies to Sharp, who quickly examined them. “Seven is quite a lot, but this looks like Amortentia, which calls for an even stronger antidote.” Sebastian’s breath got caught in his chest, his anger melting and turning into stress. Sharp muttered to himself, mainly about how Leander had gotten his hands on the potion, and how he would reprimand Leander as soon as the ordeal was over. Sebastian watched as Sharp mixed the ingredients in the cauldron, glancing over at you every now and then to make sure you were still there, even with your hand locked in with his own.

“Here, take this,” Sharp said, handing you a small cup of blue liquid. You slowly looked down at it, furrowing your brows. “Is this from Leander?” You asked, hesitant to take the cup from Sharp. Sebastian nodded, taking the cup and placing it in your hands. You smiled and quickly downed the contents, face contorting as the bitter taste took over. Sharp took the cup back, observing your face as the potion took effect. You shut your eyes tightly as you shook your head, coughing. Your mind seemed to clear up slowly as you squinted, looking around. You gagged, the full effect of the potion finally hitting you. “Why am I in a classroom?” You questioned, looking over at Sebastian and Sharp. Sebastian sighed in relief and thanked Sharp, who nodded his head. “Of course. Now, if you’ll excuse me, it appears that Mr. Prewett needs to have a chat with the Headmaster and I.” With that, Sharp excused himself, walking out of the classroom and heading back to the dining hall.

You looked up at Sebastian, confused. “Last I remember, Poppy handed me a box from Leander, and I ate one of the candies to be nice.” Sebastian squeezed your hand, motioning for you to sit down. “He dosed those candies with love potion.” You felt your heart stop, disgust and shock mixing together on your face. “You mean to say,” You started, face heating up, “That I fell in love with some guy? Leander?” You shuddered, pretending to gag. Sebastian smiled as you dramatically pretended to be sick. You turned and buried your face into his shoulder, muttering. “That’s disgusting. Imagine, ditching you for Leander. A nightmare.” Sebastian chuckled, wrapping his arms around you as he held you, placing a soft kiss to your temple. “You’ll have to apologize to Ominis.” You looked up, frowning. “What did I do?” “You apparently talked his ear off when I left to have a chat with Prewett myself, I don’t think he’s too fond of the name at the moment.” “Oh no.”

Leander did not get expelled, but he was delt a heavy detention, along with losing Gryffindor fifty points. You stayed by Sebastian each time you had to walk past him, who only glared at him, reminding him of his previous threat. Terrified, Leander never talked to you after that, or even looked at you for that matter. You didn’t ask what Sebastian had told him, nor did Ominis, who was just glad that you were talking normally again, forbidding Leander’s name from ever leaving your mouth when you were around him.

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