if i do not reply or answer to your requests please know that i am not ignoring them. it takes me some time to get in the right mood to write something according to the request and something it takes a lot of time as you already know. thank you for your patience.
posted the first fic on my new stray kids based acc so i wanted to inform whoever was interested in reading more of my works there āā> @lixiesnymph
iām still very much passionate about writing and iād love to get back into it and i think itās a good start
thank you for rereading my old fics i still get tagged by people in rec lists and it warms my heart. iām glad i could make smth that brought a couple of people enjoyment for years onward <3
Hi! I hope you are well! I just wanted to let you know that, in regards to your last ask you answered, I could never forget you! I miss seeing you on my dash but if youāre happier now thatās what matters! Your posts and interactions with us always made me smile :)
thank you for saying that youāre the sweetestš i miss interacting with you guys too and i miss being a part of the communityš i feel so blessed to be able to hear such things and i think i really am happy and iām thinking of writing again but for a different fandom now and idk that would probably not interest too many people from the harry side of tumblr but if i ever do go about making a new blog iāll mention it here just in case anyoneās interestedš¤
god, ik you are gone and that you have a reason but i miss you šš
no thatās so cute thank you for saying that i miss being here too and i feel bad for leaving like this and honestly iām surprised anyone remembers me lol
um hi guys so i kept trying to postpone this, thinking that i could come back to this blog at some point. but i realized it will never happen. my interests changed dramatically and iām simply not interested in writing for harry anymore. i wonāt delete the works from here so that you guys can still read them but there will be no further updates.
thank you so much for enjoying my works and being so kind to me for almost 3 years. i wish all of you happiness and i hope other authors can keep making you guys happy in my stead. love you guys.
Summary: You and Harry feed some ducklings and then have a very very very sweet picnic in the middle of a forest.
Word Count: 2.3k
Genre(s): its starts crazy fluffy and turns into fucking filth so like a ~smutty fluff~
Warning(s): nasty porn, exhibitionism kink, public sex, unprotected sex (donāt be like them, use protection!)
A/N: itās been a while since iāve written smth like this (or written anything overallā¦), BUT HERE WE GOš« i hope you guys like thisš¤
The beginning of spring always brought the best memories for Harry and you. There was something special about the cold breeze and warm sun rays mixing. Something both of you found so soothing.
Itās been a while since you got the chance to enjoy this weather outside due to the pandemic safety precautions. Yet, as the forecast predicted yesterday, the weather today was indeed lovely. The picnic youāve been looking forward to would finally take place.
Your boyfriendās position complicated any outing of yours. Neither of you enjoyed the idea of being swaddled by herds of paparazzi. You planned to take a long drive to Winkworth Arboretum and enjoy lunch there.
Your current issue was waking up the deep-sleeping monster, whoās been getting too much sleep lately and has gotten used to it. You struggled to wake him up, so you just let him sleep in. Youāve been out of bed for almost an hour now, getting everything ready. Cutting some fruit wasnāt too hard, especially when you ate half of them while you were at it.
You cut the peaches into small cubes and put them into a little glass jar and stacked it up next to the little jar of pomegranates. Strawberries were up next. You cut them into tiny pieces and covered them in sugar, separating them into their own container. Two sets of utensils and plates were added to the stack of fruit jars. There was little to do now.
Unfortunately, Harry wasnāt on board with your idea of letting him sleep in. The man woke up on his own and clumsily waddled into the kitchen.
āWhy didnāt you wake me up?ā By the way he whined it was obvious that he wasnāt too pleased about you doing all the work yourself.
āThere wasnāt any need for that. I just cut some fruit anyways.ā
You spoke without turning around, as your hands moved through the last jars. You felt him press himself against your back and squish his cheek into yours. You put your hand up to grab his jaw and pull it to your lips to give his cheek a kiss. His eyes shut close as he pushed his face towards the kiss.
His friends told him over and over again that he was too whipped for you and his reactions were always the same: an ablush look and a little shy smile. The memorable moments shared pooled his mind that instant. Filled with so much love and warmth each one of them.
āCan I at least get the picnic basket ready?ā
You turned your gaze to be greeted by his wobbly lip and droopy eyes, sleep still lingering in them. Your hand reached out to pet his head and run your fingers through his messy hair.
āSure.ā
You took careful steps among the narrow pathway, doing zigzags amidst the bluebell-covered ground. The sun graced you with its being and scared away any clouds with its omnipresence. The weather was even better than you expected.
Behind you, followed your lover, carrying a basket full of freshly cut fruit and a bottle of white wine with two glasses. His gaze was met by little ducklings splashing by the shore. Harry looked up at you, watching his every move, and with all his being sent you a silent message. All you returned was a soft smile, knowing him well enough to know exactly what he was thinking.
His hand reached into the basket he set on the ground by the ducklings and wrapped itself around the jar of cut strawberries. He then shook some into his open palm and set the jar back down. His movements were slow as he tried not to scare the little creatures away. His hand moved towards one of the little ducklings, close enough to get its attention, but far enough not to scare it off. The yellow bundle moved towards an open palm and tried its beak at the strawberries.
The next thing you knew, strawberries were gone one by one, being followed by a swarm of the ducklingās sibling, also wanting to try the sweet treat. The strawberries you cut so carefully were all gone and all that was left of them was the sugary juice at the bottom of the jar.
The ducklingsā mom appeared out of the bush and dragged the little menaces all back to their hiding stop. Both of you collected your things off of the ground and continued to move towards the picnic place deeper in the forest.
When you reached the area among tall trees you set the picnic blanket on the grass, trying not to crush any lilac flowers. Harry set the basket on the blanket and crossed his legs as he sat down and started shuffling through the basket. You wasted no time to plop down and use his thigh as a pillow for your head.
āHey!ā he started laughing and messed up your hair with his free hand, the other one placing plates on the blanket in front of you.
You kept looking up at your loverās smiling face, warm rays reflecting off of it, the sun carving out every little line that you cherished so dearly. He stabbed the cut peach with a fork and brought it up to your mouth. Before biting in you decided to tease him.
āDo you want me to check if itās poisoned or not?ā You asked and chuckled before biting into the peach.
Harry decided to prove you otherwise and moved his head down to yours and snatched the peach out of your mouth, chewing on it. His mouth was still up close to yours and with every movement of his jaw, your lips slightly touched.
Through the exciting event, he kept looking into your eyes and catching the gleam reflecting off of them. You couldnāt handle the tension and grabbed his head to pull him closer.
Your lips started moving in a synchronized manner, peach juice covering your lips. Sweet. You wondered if his kisses were always this sweet.
You pushed him on his back and moved to grab the empty gar with strawberry juice. You took the tin off and poured the sweet liquid into your mouth. Harry watched your every move, following your lips with his gaze.
All he could think about was how lucky he was the ducklings ate all the strawberries. What a beautiful day. You always picked the best weather to go on dates.
The next thing he knew was your lips pressing against his, cold strawberry juice entering his agape mouth. Sweet. He wondered if your kisses were always this sweet.
You moved to separate your lips and looked into his eyes as he spoke.
āI love you so much.ā he spoke softly.
You spoke the words that were second nature to you at this point.
He really was always this sweet.
āHave you seen anyone else on our way here?ā
Harry wasnāt sure why that would matter to you during such an intimate moment, but he answered anyway.
āI donāt think I did. No.ā
Your lips connected to his open ones and your body moved to completely cover his. Harry felt your weight on him, your knee pressing against his crotch. His eyes widened at the pressure and his mouth twitched at the sensation going through his entire body.
You moved away from him, sitting up on his crotch. His eyes rolled back as he grabbed your hips and tried to hold you in place.
āWhat if s-someone se-ā he tried to speak through the frequent grunts.
āYou said no one is here, so no one will see. Donāt worry, Iāve got you.ā You spoke, slowly unzipping his pants and lowering his briefs. āYouāve been hard ever since you stole my peach slice. Let me give you some attention.ā He felt your finger glide back and forth against his precum-covered tip. The sensation electrocuted through his crotch and intensified as you dragged your finger down his length.
āWait,ā he spoke before you got a chance to go down on him. He reached over into the basket and pulled a second blanket out. He kept breathing heavily, his pupils dilated, as he predicted your next actions. He spread the blanket to cover your back, as he pulled your pants down, your wetness coming in contact with the cool air.
He positioned his tip against your entrance and pulled you to lay down on him completely, fixing the blanket to cover you properly.
āGod, youāre crazy.ā He wasnāt even completely inside of you, yet his mind was already hazy from the thought of having sex in a public place. Adrenaline pumped in his blood as he considered the idea of being caught red-handed any second.
āShut up and fuck me.ā You slammed your lips into his, as his hips slammed into yours, causing both of you to moan into each otherās mouths.
āOh god.ā He started thrusting in and out of your wet cunt, your juices dripping down his length. Your lips kept connecting to minimize the sound of your moans echoing through the forest. However, nothing could cover up the skin slapping and sloppy sounds of you creaming around his cock. Harry kept pushing against a spot inside you that made your toes curl and your mind go foggy.
āH, go faster p-please. It feels so good.ā You hid your face in the crook of his neck, as he did the same to you, picking up his pace. His brows furrowed, as he concentrated on setting the right pace and holding his orgasm back to let you catch up. Your cum created a white crown around the girth of his cock, as he entered you over and over again. The fast pace kept pushing the blanket covering you off.
Harryās mind was filled with perverted ideas and he let himself get carried away by them. His arms flew around you to push you back to ride him, as he reached down your sides to pull up your t-shirt and reveal your chest. Your boobs kept moving in sync with your hips and it drove him insane.
āCan I do something crazy?ā He asks you, fire in his eyes, as he finally managed to speak out.
āAnything.ā
The trust you had in him always shocked him, but he knew heād answer the same way if he were you.
His hands went up to your shoulders, where the blanket was still covering you from the back, not allowing anyone to catch a glimpse of your intertwined. In one swift motion, he pulled the blanket off of you and revealed your most intimate places for anyone passing to see. He spread his legs apart and pulled you, turning you around, your pussy doing a full rotation with his cock still buried deep inside.
āWhat are you-ā
Before you could finish the sentence, he spread your legs apart and let you rest your head on his shoulder, your back pressed against his chest.
āI didnāt know you were such a pervert, baby.ā You teased him, as he kept fixing your position to maximize the view of your interlacing to any passersby.
āIf anyone takes the path we took here, the first thing theyāll see is your glistening cunt and my cock balls deep in you. Isnāt that exciting, lovey?ā He pressed a wet kiss against your neck and wrapped his arms under your thighs to pull you up his length before dropping you back down.
At every drop, his tip kept kissing your cervix, a painful sensation spreading through your body. You kept turning your head to try to kiss him, but every time he would deprive you of the pleasure of tasting the sweetness of his lips.
āI donāt want to swallow your moans, let everyone hear how much fun weāre having, maybe theyād wanna come to watch as well?.ā
His words kept making your eyes roll, your mind completely clouded by primal hunger, only feeling the stretch of his cock inside of you.
Your moans kept echoing through the forest, reflecting off of tree trunks and being followed by the sounds of your sloppy pussy.
Being pulled up and down forced your orgasm to come running back after the short pause of switching positions. Your eyes shut close and all you craved aside from your orgasm was a kiss from your lover. The lover in question was chasing his own orgasm, using you as a cocksleeve, picking up the pace at which you slid up and down his cock.
āThatās it, baby. Cum for me. I wanna feel you squeeze around me.ā He moved his lips to meet yours, knowing too well how you loved to kiss as you came.
āMhmm-ā Your final moans were muffled by his soft lips.
His hot sperm pooled into your cunt, warming your insides, as you squeezed his length and spasmed around it. Your entire body started shaking. You grabbed onto his bicep for support and some sense of stability. Your mind turned into a mush, your body - completely at his mercy.
āFucking hell.ā His hands flew to the blanket to cover you both, as your bodies cooled down and you both finally acknowledged the drop in temperature around you. His arms wrapped around you in a hug and brought you as close as possible to his body. You kept mewling as your body pushed his soft cock out, his sperm dripping out of you.
āLet me get you dressed, youāll catch a cold if you stay like this.ā He spoke softly, pulling your shirt back down and looking for a tower to clean you off.
āIt was great.ā You spoke sleepily, sending him a satisfied smile.
He smiled back, as he wiped himself off of you.
āMy little pervert.ā
A sweet, strawberry-juice-covered smooch followed his sweet words.
You took careful steps among the narrow pathway, doing zigzags amidst the ground covered in bluebells. The sun graced you with its being and scared away any clouds with its omnipresence. The weather is even better than you expected.
Behind you, followed your lover, carrying a basket full of freshly cut fruit and a bottle of white wine with two glasses. His gaze was met by little ducklings splashing by the shore. Harry looked up at you, watching his every move, and with all his being sent you a silent message. All you returned was a soft smile, knowing him well enough to know exactly what he was thinking.
A/N: I know I made you guys wait for a long time. Iām happy to give you a little gift for being so patient with me. š - hamida
actually the second i saw your message i started writing a fluffy fic about going on a picnic with harry so pray for me to finish it today and actually feed you guys i feel awful šš
and iām so happy to hear you like my writings iāll try to write cuter ones cause lately theyāve just been smut (which i love personally but some of you seem to prefer fluff)
ILL TRY TO WRITE SOME FLUFF I JUST DONT HAVE ANY IDEAS SO IF YOU HAVE ANY PLEASE SEND THEM OVER
plus iām very hyperfixated on anime rn and i wrote one fic with a tokyo revengers character. iām not gonna leave a link cause i donāt wanna be promoting my work thatās unrelated to harry here cause i think itās weird plus is pretty dark. but if anyone actually wants a link i could add it.
anyways iām doing better plus holidays are coming and i have a couple of ideas and a half-ready smut, so i hope to finish it soon maybe??? who knows really š„°
but again thank you so much for reaching out to me youāre so kind i really missed hearing from you guys
Hiii sorry my English, I'm using the translator to communicate with you, I don't know if you remember @kidnessline (this account had stolen fics from the Tumblr authors and had translated them into Spanish to upload them to Wattpad again) he reactivated his account and now it's called @kindnrs and it went back to uploading writings, but I don't know if they are stolen, I'll let you know if you want to go find it so that it won't be repeated the last time
hi thank you so much for informing me, youāre so kind i wouldnāt have known. Iām afraid iām searching her up but itās not coming out for some reason.
Hey, hi. Hope you're good. Could you please do a headcanon about how harry cheers the reader up when she's down? Adore your work, lovely presentation!
hiiiii yes iām good these days unis about to start so thatās a little annoying but aside from that iām great wanna get back to writing before it officially starts and iām so glad you sent this in š¤š¤š¤ THANK YOU SO MUCH IM GLAD YOU ENJOY MY WORKš«
I have a feeling Harry would notice your mood change the second you start feeling down.
Heās just that kind of person.
He would notice every new wrinkle forming on your face, a face heās probably memorized by heart at this point.
āBunny, wanna talk about whatās bothering you?ā
He didnāt even have to ask if something was actually bothering you, knowing you better than you would probably ever know yourself.
Some days you just simply didnāt wanna talk about it - keeping the issue to yourself.
āNot really.ā
āOkay then. Iāll make you some tea and we could cuddle your worries away?ā
And he wouldnāt pressure you, helping in any other way he could.
As you watched his back as he walked to the kitchen, you smiled to yourself, thinking that you wouldnāt have it any other way.
He manages to make the worst days better with just being himself.
āWanna watch another Ghibli movie? They make you feel better.ā
Ghibli movies definitely made you feel better, but this time it was him that made you feel the best.
If you chose to share your worries with him, he would sit and carefully listen to you without interrupting you.
He always let you speak your mind and lay all your worries out on the table.
You would discuss ways to help soothe your anxiety together step by step and you wouldnāt have it any other way.
iām overall living in shame rn cause i dipped when i promised to write more during summer. creative block is getting to me??? also iām painting stuff rn and iām kinda stressing over that for a moment here.
There is an account on Wattpad called @kidnessline that has translated your fic "Faking it" in spanish and has uploaded it without consent to their only book, the chapter in particular is called "did u fake it, right?" and please spread the word because this user is stealing fics in English to upload them to Spanish in that book, they have already done so with @stylesberries
Thank you so much for letting me know!!! I translated some of it back to english and while they did change SOME lines and rewrite parts of it, the dialogue is pulled and translated directlyā¦which is plagiarism.
Im going to send them a message (and honestly not so politely because i dont take stealing anyones work lightly) and ask it be removed and if itās not iāll be reporting them :)
Thank you so much for letting me know ā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļø
@stylesberries im sure youve already been informed, but just in case!
Please, please, if you follow me, go and report this person. I had this happened to me and I can't put in words how demoralising and just plain heartbreaking it is, to have your work, your art appropriated like that. This is why writers leave fandoms, this is why content creators stop creating. We literally ask for nothing for putting our content out there, yet some people take away from us the only thing we have, that's credit, our names attached to our art. And it's fucking disgusting.
this is so true we literally do this for free. i personally didnāt even have a patreon (which i support btw itās everyoneās personal right because every work deserves something in return) i do this completely free of charge. and despite me not asking for any monetary compensation for letting literally anyone read my stuff - i genuinely put my heart and soul into every word that i type in. itās so painful to see your creation stolen from you. it really sucks. screw whoever steals other peoples works.
