"We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind active and dreamy, and how you ended up knowing which colors went together. We knew that the girls were our twins, that we all existed in space like animals with identical skins, and that they knew everything about us though we couldn’t fathom them at all. We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them."
౨ৎ harry james potter masterlist
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୨ৎ 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝓮... i'm a daniel radcliffe, lana del rey stan, and harry james potter's lover so mostly all of my blog is myself going crazy about him. i love sofia coppola's universe, i do ballet and i'm a girlblogger <3333 i'm into shifting and manifestation so sometimes i post about that.
౨ৎ 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔... i only write about harry james potter. requests are open, but i can't guarantee all will be written, though i will take them into account! i hope you understand.
୨ৎ 𝓶𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓮𝓼... some of my favs movies are the virgin suicides, kill your darlings, prozac nation, girl interrupted and i believe in unicorns! i also love twin peaks and i'm getting into lynch's world, so fire walk with me is one of my favs too.
୨ৎ 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓬... i loooove lanita's music and i also like jeff buckley, lou reed, nessa barrett, mazzy star, fiona apple, some of deftones, hole and nirvana, but i listen a lot of music and i like to and experiment with my taste so i really like a lot of things!!!!
hiiii i was wondering if you write smut? i looovee harry and he's soo underrated it's hard to find good smut for him and like good series for him:((.
late at night ౨ৎ
summary: after another late night at work, harry comes home exhausted. you can't sleep, all you want is a little attention from him, so you wake him up.
warnings: after war, smut, established relationship, dom harry, thigh riding, fingers in mouth, praise kink, p in v.
a/n: i noticed i really like to write adult harry. this request was my excuse to post this btw.
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"harry..." you were nuzzling into his neck like a cat, his arm still wrapped around your waist as the two of you slept — or at least, you tried to.
it had been a hard night for you.
harry had gotten home late from work, again, and you had missed him badly. you had gotten used to spending less time with him, to his irregular schedule, to having less intimacy because of his job. you didn't blame him; being an auror was hard, and it demanded a lot from him. but that didn't mean it stopped hurting.
"hmm," he hummed, barely conscious as he felt you calling for him.
you insisted, your lips pressing softly against his cheek before trailing down to his neck. "can't sleep," you whined.
it was almost 1am, and you felt guilty for waking him up. at least he didn't have to work tomorrow since it was the weekend, you thought.
harry sighed, pulling you closer against him with his arm. he tilted his head, giving you more room against his skin as his eyes slowly fluttered open.
"i noticed," he murmured. harry knew you better than anyone, and he'd already noticed how restless you'd been. he always did.
one thing led to another... and somehow, you ended up sitting on his thigh, riding it. your clothed clit, still hidden beneath your panties, rubbed perfectly against the hard muscle, making your breath hitch.
"god, you're so needy," he groaned. you hated how much you liked that rough edge in his voice. "you couldn't even wait, could you? you had to wake me up for this? to make you feel good like the greedy girl you are?"
"m' sorry... m' sorry," you could only whimper.
your eyes fluttered shut, your head tipping back toward the ceiling as your vision began to blur — your mind going completely blank — while your hips kept moving. even if you wanted to stop, his firm hand on your hip made it impossible.
after a moment, his other hand left your chest to cup your face, making you look at him. you let out a small sound at the sudden movement.
"look at me when i'm talking to you." his thumb slid across your lower lip, his gaze following the movement. his eyes were dark now.
you looked at him with wide eyes, a faint frown of pleasure written across your face.
he slipped his thumb past your lips, and you took it into your mouth, never once breaking eye contact. you hummed softly around the digit, sucking gently on it, and heard him swear under his breath.
"hm, good girl," he praised, and your whole body went pliant, practically melting on top of him at the sound of his voice.
his tone was softer than usual. only you ever got to see this side of him—your harry, more confident in himself, more certain, determined to ruin you.
he slipped his thumb from your lips, now damp with your saliva, and gently rubbed your jaw as it went slack with the warmth pooling between your legs.
you were already a mess, just from grinding against his hard thigh. one of his hands remained firm on your hip, sliding to your waist only to guide you into moving harder.
"gonna come like this, sweetheart? so desperate, and i haven't even touched you properly," he says, though you caught the slight breathlessness in his voice, the way he was just as affected by this as you were.
you shook your head. "no... please. want you... need you, please," you whined, your hips rolling harder.
it wasn't that you didn't want to come; you could feel the knot in your stomach tightening, threatening to snap, but you wanted him. you wanted to feel him, to be taken by him.
his jaw tightened at the sound of your voice, your needy, desperate tone as you kept grinding shamelessly against his thigh.
"fuck... you're gonna drive me insane."
with a groan, he rolled you onto your back, making you gasp as the pleasure from his thigh disappeared. his hips pressed against yours instead, and you could feel the bulge beneath his trousers pressing perfectly where you needed him most, making you shift beneath him.
his hands quickly slipped beneath your nightgown, his fingertips tracing along your ribs while his lips found that spot just behind your ear that always stole your breath away.
your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer than ever, while your hands tangled into his hair, needing something to hold onto as his kisses slowly made their way down your neck.
one of his hands came up to cup your breast, gently squeezing the soft flesh, drawing a whimper from your lips as his thumb brushed over your already hardened nipple.
he leaned back just enough to look at you, pressing an almost sweet kiss to your lips while his fingers played with your other breast. when he pulled away, you looked up at him with a pout and furrowed brows, holding back a whine as he continued teasing you.
"don't give me that look," he raised an eyebrow.
"don't tease," you tried to sound stern, but your big, pleading eyes betrayed you.
his hand slid down to the waistband of your panties, cupping you through the fabric before tracing a finger over the damp patch.
"oh, poor baby... so wet she can't even handle a little teasing, hm?" he teased, his lips brushing against your cheek. you could feel the twitch of his smirk against your skin as his thumb pressed gently against your clothed clit, drawing another whine from your lips.
he chuckled, the sound almost dark, and finally slid your panties down your legs.
your frustration was quickly replaced by the tip of his cock gliding through your folds.
you were so lost in him that you didn't even notice when his trousers had come off, or when the slow press of him began stretching you.
"harry..." you whimpered, your eyes widening as you felt him sink all the way in, not giving you a second to adjust.
"i know, i know..." his lips pressed against your cheekbone, then your jaw, trying to distract you as he began moving in and out of you with an almost rough rhythm. "merlin... i swear, feels s' good," he mumbled between grunts, his lips brushing over your skin.
your fingers tangled tightly in his hair, your nails digging lightly into his skin as you searched for something to hold onto, wanting to keep him as close as possible. your eyes rolled back, your head falling against the pillow as he kept hitting that sweet spot inside you.
"you get so impatient... always end up fucking you. can't help it," he murmured, his voice softer this time as he noticed just how far gone you were.
with a gentle tug on his hair, you pulled him down into a kiss. your lips met sloppily, all teeth and tongue. your mind had gone completely blank, only able to feel him—the way he hooked your thigh higher around his waist to sink even deeper, the warmth of him brushing your walls with every thrust, the quiet little grunts slipping from both of you between kisses. it was overwhelming, in the best way.
you leaned back just enough to catch your breath, feeling him so deep it stole every bit of air from your lungs. his hand left your thigh for a moment, sliding over your stomach, his thumb stroking your skin without his rhythm faltering.
"feel me there, love? all deep inside you?"
you did. and the thought alone made you clench around him even tighter. "yeah, yeah," you nodded.
your noses brushed together, and all you could do was nod as you whimpered helplessly, biting down on your lower lip.
"fuck, harry..." the only thing leaving your lips, besides desperate little sounds, was his name. and god, he loved it. loved knowing he could have that kind of effect on you—the same one you always had on him.
his nose brushed beneath your ear, his own breathing growing uneven. "c'mon... cum for me. let me feel you around me, sweetheart," he groaned, holding himself back. he always wanted you to come first.
you could barely hold on any longer, finally letting go around him with a soft cry, your head tipping farther back into the pillow, your nails pressing firmly into his back.
harry followed only moments later with a low grunt, spilling inside you.
his body went limp above yours, your heartbeats gradually falling into the same rhythm. for a few seconds, the only sound filling the room was the quiet rise and fall of your breathing. your fingers remained tangled in his hair, still resting there as though they belonged.
after a moment, he leaned back, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before carefully moving away. when you opened your eyes, harry was between your thighs, cleaning you up. you sighed softly, watching him through heavy, sleepy eyes, already drifting off.
he noticed how drowsy you'd become, how you were already on the verge of falling asleep, and gently pulled you back against his chest, wrapping his arms around you.
"sleepy now?" he asked, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face so he could look at you properly.
you only hummed, already half asleep.
"you tired me out."
"sorry, got a little carried away," he said warmly, his eyes softening as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "love you."
you snuggled even closer, a lazy smile spreading across your lips.
"love you too."
finally, sleep claimed you, and you drifted off peacefully in his arms.
Harry's beauty is effortless and unassuming. He's got lots of good looks, nothing model like, but still enough to have dozens of admirers. Messy, jet black hair, clear skin, almond shaped, bright green eyes, athletic body and inherited beauty from both of his parents. That man isn’t aware of his charm but he is gonna steal your girlfriend.
hi hi!! this is my first time ever requesting HAHA.
maybe feral!harry smut as a soft dom, with reader receiving oral and he keeps going back for seconds, thirds, and not stopping, you can decide the ending but i need more feral harry 😛😛 🙏
౨ৎ relentless - drabble
dom!harry x reader // f receiving, overstimulation, praise kink
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"keep still," harry's voice was almost lost in the sound of your own breathing. he had one hand tight around your hips, pressing you down onto the mattress and not letting you even shift.
"i can't! please, harry!" you whined, but your voice got caught when his tongue traced a long stripe up your cunt. quickly, his tongue was swirling around your clit, making you let out a whimper.
harry had been like this for—minutes? hours?—you couldn't even remember, but it was starting to hurt in that pleasant way that only overstimulation could. your legs were starting to ache.
"c'mon, i know you can. you're a brave girl, don't ya'?" he mumbled as his finger teased your entrance once more, sliding easily inside you because of how wet and stretched you were.
you whined, letting out a deep breath. his finger rubbed against your inner walls, curling perfectly enough to make your eyes flutter closed and your head tip back.
his lips closed around your clit, sucking it and nibbling lightly. his other hand, the one that wasn't on your hip, rubbed your thigh, because harry could be an ass when he wanted to be, but his heart melted every time you cried out his name in that sweet voice.
his rhythm became faster, his finger pumping quicker in and out of you, his tongue relentless against your warmth. he felt the way you clenched around his fingers.
"can i cum, please? i can't—need to..." you whined once again. harry hummed against you, unable to say no when you were begging him like that.
"yeah, let it go, love. i've got you."
you didn't need anything more than that to come on his tongue.
you cried out, feeling overwhelmed as stars burst behind your eyes. the grip of your fingers in his hair became almost rough, your toes curled—and still—he didn't stop.
at first, you thought he was going to slow down, that he was trying to comfort you. but he just kept going.
"oh my god—harry! 's too much!" you babbled. your eyes fluttered open, though your vision was still a blur, now not only because of the countless amount of pleasure you were feeling, but also because of the tears that were forming in your eyes from the overstimulation.
"i know, sweetheart, i know," his voice was muffled by your pussy, the low rumble sending sparks through your sensitive body.
your trembling thighs squeezed around his head, but his hands pushed them apart, spreading you wider for him as he practically ate you up.
"harry!" you whined again.
"one more, c'mon. i know you can. give me one more, baby," he groaned against you.
your hips started to jerk, your breaths coming in short puffs, and you couldn't hold on anymore. the knot in your stomach became unbearable as he kept burying his face in your wetness, until you were arching your back and crying out with your climax. your head fell back with a soft thud.
harry groaned when he tasted your release on his tongue, his hands rubbing your thighs once more to calm you down, or at least trying to.
"such a good girl f'me. you did so well, my love," his voice was breathless as he pressed his lips to the skin of your thighs while you kept trembling.
summary: you enjoy a little too much watching your boyfriend harry working. when he notices, he decides to do something about it.
warnings: suggestive, things get a little heated.
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it was hot to stay outside. the air felt heavy, the summer breeze sticky against your skin. that's why you decided to make your way to the porch of the house.
you closed the door behind you and sat in the shade. your legs were tucked under you as you flipped through the pages of a book you'd started reading recently. anyways, your attention was somewhere else, or in somebody else.
you could see harry from here. he had been working outside all morning.
you didn't ask him what he was going to do today. he always had things to do or fix. it's not that you didn't know harry was restless — he had always been that way — but since you two moved to this little town it became worse. he was always doing something.
he started repairing half the fence where your lambs lived, then he had to help some mr. ashford with his tools, and now he ended up changing something in his truck.
you couldn't complain, though. he said it kept his mind occupied, and it's not like you really minded the sight of him working under the sun.
like right now.
his arms flexed with his movements, sweat dripped from his forehead and his jeans were covered in dirt just like his boots. the sun managed to hit his face just right, making it impossible for you to look away.
it was a blessing, really.
you took a cherry from the bowl you were eating from — placed right next to you on the wood of the porch — and left your book on your legs, already marked at the page you were reading.
he noticed your gaze, even from the distance. he always did. it was kinda hard not to notice when he could practically feel your eyes devouring him from afar.
he raised his head, looking up at you.
your lips were wrapped around a cherry, a lazy smile on your face as you stared shamelessly at him.
he cleaned his hands on his jeans, his jaw tightening for a second when you looked away and opened your book. his eyes followed the way you leaned back on one hand, moving your hair to the side and giving him an open view of your cleavage and neck. that little smile of yours didn't leave your face for a second.
he swallowed hard. he knew you well enough to see that you wanted him to react, and honestly, he didn't mind a little break.
dropping his things right there, he walked over to you. he wasn't fast or slow, just measured, knowing what to do.
you looked up when you heard his boots against the grass.
"what?" he simply said, standing right in front of you and running a hand through his hair.
you blinked, not expecting the quick reaction.
anyways, your gaze shifted to his body: that t-shirt he used when he worked looked perfect on him somehow, fitting all the right places, although it was stained with dirt.
it was hard to explain how much you liked this rough side of him. you didn't even know why.
"nothing," you said, but he didn't miss the way your eyes wandered. it was a little nerve-wracking for him, to be honest, having all your attention like this.
"you were looking at me like you needed something but didn't want to ask," he cocked an eyebrow.
for a beat, you just looked at him.
"i wasn't," you dismissed him and tried to look back at your book.
but he was faster and took your chin so you'd look at him properly.
"you were." he could read you easily.
you wanted to say something, but you just didn't know where to start. what were you supposed to say? something about how good he looked in a dirty t-shirt? it didn't make any sense.
he seemed to catch what you were thinking because before you could think of some smart answer, he was kissing you.
he leaned over you, his hands right beside your body, practically trapping you in that spot.
your hands slid onto his neck, pulling him a little closer as you kissed him back eagerly. one of his hands slid over your thigh, opening your legs enough to make his fingers brush against the denim of your shorts.
you didn't fight it.
instead, you shifted your hips a little closer by instinct.
he broke the kiss, leaning back just enough to look at you, although he couldn't resist pressing another kiss to your lips.
you giggled, looking up at him with big eyes. "open your mouth." your voice was low, laced with that false innocence you used whenever you wanted something from him.
he looked at you questioningly.
"c'mon, don't look at me like that."
"you're the one saying that?" he cocked an eyebrow.
your lips twitched at his cheeky response. "you're such a bummer." you took a cherry from your bowl and placed it against his lower lip.
you felt his breath hitch, and he did exactly what you asked for — he opened his mouth and took it. he chewed the cherry slowly, tasting it on his tongue before swallowing. your gaze followed every little reaction before looking up at his eyes, which were a shade darker.
"kiss me." this time, you did ask for what you wanted.
and again, he did it.
he didn't hesitate.
his lips found yours, this time more eagerly than before, and it didn't take long for him to nibble gently at your lip, making you gasp into his mouth and letting his tongue brush against yours.
he tasted sweet now. your hands tangled in his hair, tugging lightly as a signal that you wanted him closer.
you wanted to squeeze your thighs together, starting to feel a familiar warmth pooling low in your body as his hands wandered over your shorts and his tongue kept teasing yours, but you couldn't because of the firmness of his hand against your skin.
you let out a quiet whine, feeling almost a ticklish sensation from his fingers doing so much but nothing at the same time.
he lifted you up a little, enough to make you sit better on the floor, dragging you a bit closer to the door. you yelped at the sudden movement, leaning back for a second before kissing him again.
this time your fingers held firmly onto his hair, making him groan.
"harry—" you were interrupted by his lips pressing against the skin of your jaw, making your already uneven breathing stutter for a second and your mind stop working.
you were still by the front of the house.
"we're still here... we can't..." your breathless chuckle turned into a soft noise when he kissed that sweet spot right behind your ear.
"you started," he mumbled against your skin, his lips making his way down your neck. his breaths came in short puffs too.
"i didn't. you kissed me first."
but you both knew damn who started it.
"don't play innocent when you were putting on a little show for me just two seconds ago." he leaned back enough to look at you. the way his voice turned rough around the edges made your cheeks burn.
you looked back at him, noses almost bumping. you didn't say anything. you didn't need to.
"let's go inside." his hand left your shorts and took your hand instead.
your eyebrows raised. "weren't you working?"
"yeah, i was. but it can wait." he stood up in front of you, already leading you to the door. "i have other things on my mind now."
you bit your lip, smiling and knowing that you got your way... like always.
summary: harry pick you up earlier from your job, and drives you home.
warnings: none, just fluff.
a/n: yep, the pic that i choose is bobby and shelly from twin peaks because why not ??? also, i have to say that i love harry sm in this au he's everything i need.
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the café was empty.
it was getting late but your shift still wasn't over, and the last customer had left around ten minutes ago.
you'd been working as a waitress ever since you and harry moved to this small town.
at first, he insisted you didn't have to work if you didn't want to, and that he'd take care of the money if that's what you needed, but you told him there was no way you could just sit around doing nothing. you would take a job
that's how you ended up here.
the job itself wasn't exhausting. since the town wasn't very populated, the café usually wasn't busy, so you spent a lot of time alone. sometimes that was a blessing, other times, a curse.
with a sigh, you turned the volume of the radio up and started cleaning to kill time.
after a few minutes, you heard the front door open.
"hi, welcome—" you turned almost automatically to look at the new customer.
it was your boyfriend.
"oh, harry!" your eyes widened for a second, not expecting him.
"baby, what are you doing here this early?"
you let out a small giggle, quickly forgetting about the stress of working.
you stood on your tiptoes, placed your hands on the counter and leaned over to press your lips against his.
he chuckled at your sudden happiness. "finished early, so i thought i'd pick up my girl," he said, his voice muffled by your kisses.
your hand found his jaw, pulling him a little closer. he let out a quiet hum.
"good, because i want to get the hell out of here. i'm bored." you pulled back to look at him with a pout.
"i can imagine why."
his eyes moved around the place, noticing how empty it looked.
the café was quite small, but nicely decorated, with warm red tones and soft seats.
your favourite thing about it, though, was the smell of coffee. it made everything feel cozy.
it reminded you of home.
of harry.
"you look cute." he was looking at you now.
your waitress uniform wasn't ugly, just old-fashioned, but you liked that vintage style. it was a pale dress with a tiny white apron tied around your waist, and a name tag pinned to your chest.
"i should wash this, though."
"still cute to me." he insisted. you smiled.
when it came to you, he always had a way of making little things feel important.
your eyes shifted to the clock. your shift was almost over.
you walked to the kitchen to find the cooks gossiping.
"girls, if nobody comes in for the next ten minutes i'm closing early, okay?" you announced.
"harry's here, isn't he?" one of them smirked, giving you a knowing look.
this wasn't the first time your boyfriend had picked you up.
"yeah..." you bit your lip, knowing you'd been caught. "but nobody came in for the last half hour and it's almost closing time." it wasn't like you were leaving your job just because of your boyfriend.
"it's fine, go home if you want," the other girl said.
"sure?" you asked. they nodded. "okay, i already cleaned everything. thanks, really."
you left the kitchen and found harry waiting for you behind the counter. "let's go home." you walked over until you stood in front of him and intertwined your fingers with his.
his truck was parked outside.
the street was quiet. there weren't many cars, not many people either.
you liked the stillness of this town. it felt so different from the magical world, where everything always seemed buzzy sometimes.
he opened the door for you before slipping into the driver's seat.
"long day?" he asked, turning on the truck.
"not really. just missed you." you admitted. "and you?"
the engine rumbled. you turned on the radio and raised the volume.
getting comfortable, you reclined your seat and rolled the window down, letting the wind hit your face and mess up your hair.
he smiled a little when you said you missed him.
"fine. nothing new. just fixing some old vehicle parts. i thought it'd be worse, honestly." he rested his forearm against the window, leaning back his head slightly, while his other hand stayed on the steering wheel.
you closed your eyes for a second, taking in the sound of his voice and the rhythm playing softly on the radio.
"i don't know how you do it, y'know… all the handworking." there was a hint of admiration in your voice.
moving to a muggle town hadn't been a huge change for either of you — he'd lived with his relatives for most of his life and you grew up in a half-muggle family — but the habit of using magic had still been difficult to leave behind at first.
the simplicity of this life now was a constant reminder of how much things had changed after the war.
you both needed this. the freedom.
not living under the expectations of the magical world.
of the title of hero harry had become to so many people.
of everything you and him had lost.
"it's not a big deal. you get used to it." he frowned lightly, catching the change in your tone. "it's not easy, but it feels… real."
you turned to look at him. the last traces of sunlight left in the sky illuminated his face beautifully.
"i know the feeling." your voice came out quieter, thoughtful.
his eyes met yours for a second before returning to the road. the same softness you'd fallen in love with remained there, but now it felt older somehow. mature.
you weren't two kids lost in the inmensity of the world anymore. now it was just you and him, and it felt safe.
like a place you couldn't turn back from even if you wanted to. he was a part of you now, and you of him.
he felt your eyes on him.
his free hand slid over to your thigh, and you sighed quietly at the warmness of it. your eyes drifted shut again as you hummed along to the song on the radio.
he pinched your thigh softly. "don't fall asleep, sweetheart. we're almost home."
you squeezed your legs together at the little pinch but didn't open your eyes.
"i wasn't going to." you mumbled.
"you always say that and then i'm the one who ends carrying you to our room." he teased.
"that's exactly why i like sleeping here."
"you don't need to fall asleep for that. you could just ask me to carry you and i'd do it."
"it'd lose the magic of it." this time you looked at him, raising an eyebrow.
he only shook his head, already knowing he'd end up carrying you anyway.
