can you please write something about reader maybe finding harry's stash of sex toys. maybe he uses them during solo play but she doesn't know about that because they're new to dating and he hasn't shared that with her because he's scared she'll judge him. but when she finds them she has a million thoughts running in her head. not knowing if they were for him or if he uses them on other people. with a cute ending of her being super cool with him using sex toys and doesn't judge him.
Finding Harry's Secret Stash of Sex Toys (SMUT)
AN: love, love, love this idea! it was fun to write. i may, key word, MAY write a part 2 to this. no promises though. keep in mind any mentions of sexuality is purely fictional and not real. hope you all enjoy and don't forget to leave your feedback.
This story contains: periods, mentions of sex toys, sex, confrontation, anxiety, comfort, mentions of sexuality, fluff
While searching Harry's bathroom drawers for a period product, you discover his stash of sex toys. After waiting about a week, you confront him with all the questions you have about your discovery.
You and Harry have been together for nearly two months. During this time, you've become well-acquainted with each other; however, they're still certain things that you don't know about one another. This isn't due to any effort in hiding information, but rather because those specific matters haven't yet been relevant in any of your discussions.
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It's a Friday night, and you're at Harry's house for the evening. He had purchased a pizza, and the two of you were comfortably seated in his living room, savoring the pizza and sipping on wine. About an hour after eating, while watching a film, you excuse yourself to the bathroom. In the bathroom, you realize your periods started and you didn't have any period products with you.
Knowing Harry is a mature adult, you promptly step out of his downstairs bathroom and make your way back to the living room to ask if he by chance had anything for you to use. Otherwise, you'll have to go to the twenty-four hour shop down the street. "Um Harry, do you have a pad or tampon I could use? I’ve just started my period and forgot to bring anything." You linger there, feeling somewhat awkward as you await his answer.
Harry turns to you and replies with a gentle smile, "Yeah, of course. You can go to my bathroom upstairs and look in one of the drawers by the sink. I generally keep period products there for when I have female visitors." God created men, and then he created Harry as an apology, you conclude. He's so fucking thoughtful.
With a sigh of relief, you respond, "Thank you. I'll be quick." You hurry up the stairs and proceed to his bathroom with urgency, fully aware that you're currently free bleeding. Upon entering, you close the door and search through the drawers of his vanity to locate the pads and tampons.
The first drawer you open is filled with floss picks and an electric razor. The second drawer holds additional rolls of toilet paper. However, as you open the third drawer, you're met with an unexpected sight that leaves you speechless. You were hoping to find something to assist your period, but instead, you come across a selection of dildos and butt plugs. When you finally open the fourth drawer, you let out a sigh of relief upon finding the items you'd been searching for.
You take a tampon out and make your way to the toilet to insert it. After you're done, you wash your hands and let your thoughts return to the drawer that's filled with sex toys. Harry has never mentioned having any of these types of items. Despite the many times you've had sex, he's never proposed the idea of incorporating sex toys into the mix. Perhaps, he uses them for his own pleasure, or he might enjoy using them on partners. But if that's the case, why hasn't he brought that idea up to you before?
You make your way out of the bathroom before Harry has time to become concerned and head downstairs to resume the movie together. Upon your return to his side, he asks, "Is everythin' alright?" You had a weird expression on your face that he couldn't quite place.
Trying to play off what you've just seen, you reply, "Yep, yeah, I'm fine. Let's finish the film."
For the remainder of the night, you don't bring up what you discovered in his bathroom drawer, but it never leaves your mind. If anything, you're just curious as to why he has those items. You would never judge his reasoning.
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A week has passed since that evening you discovered Harry's drawer containing phallic-shaped items and butt plugs. You've been looking for the right moment to bring it up, which has now finally presented itself.
Currently, you're in Harry's bed, having sex. He's on top of you, pounding you into the mattress, while your hands rest on his perfectly round bum. As he begins to thrust more vigorously, your hands slowly slide closer to his crack, and when you accidentally graze his sensitive hole, Harry almost collapses on top of you.
Seeing how much pleasure it caused him, you do it again, this time with purpose. "Oh fuck!" Harry curses as you rub your fingers over his puckered rim.
Taking a deep breath, you bravely ask, "Yeah, does that feel good? Like having your tight hole played with?"
With his forehead resting against your neck, Harry affirms with a nod and softly murmurs, "uh-hu." He only confesses this because it's clear that you're open to touching him there; otherwise, he would've refrained from sharing such information due to his fear of being judged.
Eventually, you get lost in your own pleasure and forget about touching his bum. That is, until you're laid lax on the bed, muscles weak from your orgasm, with Harry laying on top of you. As you both try and catch your breaths, you bite the bullet and ask the question that's been on your mind all week.
"So.... does those toys you have in your bathroom drawer have anything to do with you liking your ass played with?" You really hope your question doesn't come off as rude or too invasive. You're genuinely curious.
Harry's body goes rigid at your question. Then he sits up slightly, looking down at you with confusion. "What?"
With a hint of anxiety in your voice, you explain, "Um, it's just, the other night, while I was looking for a tampon in your bathroom, I opened the wrong drawer and discovered several dildos and butt plugs. I was just wondering whether those items were for your personal use or you use them on other people. But just so you know, I'm not judging you in any way, just curious is all."
Harry falls back down and buries his face in your warm skin, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over him at your accidental discovery of his sex toys. He usually stores them in his closet, but after cleaning them the other day, he had set them in the drawer to dry.
In truth, Harry does enjoy anal play. Ever since he began puberty and started to explore his body, he discovered the pleasurable sensations that can come from anal stimulation. A few years later, he recognized his bisexuality, which, although not directly connected to his enjoyment of anal play, is certainly a positive in the situation.
Unfortunately, he's only had a handful of male partners. Therefore, when he's not able to experience penetration from a real cock, he frequently utilizes one of the dildos he's purchased for himself.
When he was with women, Harry typically didn't mention his liking for having his ass played with, out of concern for being judged. There were a few instances in the past where they'd end up finding out, leading to a mix of reactions—some supportive and others quite judgmental. So, he opted to keep that aspect of himself hidden and relied on his toys for when he craved anal.
Now that you're aware of his secret, he's filled with dread at the thought of your rejection. Yet, he reckons that if you willingly touched his bum during sex, that implies you're not completely against it.
With his warm breath against your neck, Harry reveals, "Um..... yes, they're mine. When I was a teenager, I realized I enjoyed havin' my bum touched. I usually keep it to myself 'cause I've been judged for it before. So....... that's why I tend to use my toys when I am alone. Sorry for not tellin' you."
The quiver in his voice stirs a sadness within you. Him revealing his anxiety about your potential judgment and the criticisms he's endured in the past breaks your heart. You tenderly hold his face and elevate his chin so he can meet your eyes. "Harry, sweetheart, I would never think less of you for liking that. I suspect many men would enjoy anal if they gave it a chance."
You take a deep breath and continue, "I do have a question, though." Harry nods for you to go ahead, so you proceed to ask, "Have you ever used your toys with your girlfriends before? Like, have they used them on you?" If he's open to the idea, you would definitely be eager to make use of his toys on him. The image of fucking him anally with one of his dildos arouses you more than you care to admit.
"There've been one or two times I shared my likin' of anal with ex's who were particularly kind and acceptin', which I appreciated. But in most cases, my partners didn't last long enough after discoverin' my interest in anal play to allow the use of toys during sex. S'also why I keep my sexuality a secret. 'Cause people can be so judgemental."
"Sexuality?" you question cautiously, allowing Harry to explain at his own pace.
"Um yeah, think I was sixteen when I realized I liked boys and girls. So I reckon m' bisexual. But I've only had two male partners. S'why I have so many toys. But I wouldn't say my sexuality has anythin' to do with my likin' for anal, just a bonus I suppose."
You hold Harry tightly in your arms, hoping to express your appreciation for his courage in confiding in you. It's clear that he feels a sense of safety in doing so.
You become aware of his current vulnerability; he's still without clothes, his soft cock positioned between your legs, your bare body surrounding him. The love you feel for Harry is so big that you struggle to find the right words. You also refrain from voicing it aloud out of fear that it may be too early in your relationship to utter such sentiments. So instead, you mummer against his ear, "Thank you for telling me, Harry."
He's on the verge of tears due to your exceptional acceptance. Harry has long struggled to find a girlfriend who fully acknowledges his sexuality and kinks. In his past relationships with boyfriends, he was often judged for his enjoyment of hetero sex, while his experiences with girlfriends led to criticism for his interest in gay sex. This constant judgment made him feel as though he could never succeed in love. However, with you by his side, there's a chance that you'll offer him the love and acceptance that he's been longing for.
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A/N: I hope you don't mind I added some slight bi Harry, it is pride month after all :D
The Beach
Harry and Ginny both settled down on their beach towels. The sun was burning, it was the warmest days of summer and half of Britain seemed to have travelled to the seaside. It made it all the more difficult to hide their wands but luckily most people seemed to be paying attention to themselves, their kids or their snacks.
Ginny promptly took out the sunscreen and started applying it liberally. She asked Harry to do her back. “Make sure you get my shoulders, I turn into a lobster if I burn,” Ginny spoke.
Harry smiled, “Really? I would have never guessed.” His ginger, freckled, pale girlfriend? No, he would have never expected such a thing. Ginny turned around and shot him a look. He simply grinned at her.
She turned back around and he finished rubbing the sunscreen into her shoulders. “I’ll do you,” she said when he was done.
He waited as her hands worked the sunscreen into his skin. Suddenly he stiffened “Are you writing something? If this burns into my skin I’m going to be annoyed,” he spoke.
Ginny was wearing a sheepish look. Harry took the sunscreen back from her and stuffed it into their bag. Ginny popped her sunglasses on and looked out over the beach. Harry took out his book and started reading the first chapter. He felt like he barely had any time to read these days.
“Let’s go into the sea,” Ginny said.
Harry looked up from his book. She had already stood up and was not going to take no for an answer. He put his book away and put an Anti Theft Spell on their items before he hid his wand under the towel.
“Race you there,” he said and then ran towards the sea as fast as he could. He could hear her object but she was right behind him.
He stopped when his feet touched the cool water. Ginny ran right into him and they both fell down in the cold water. Harry sat up, shaking his head to get the water out of his hair and checked if Ginny was okay. She was laughing beside him.
“Bastard,” she let out, standing back up and pulling him up too. She combed her fingers through her hair, trying to untangle it before it became one tangled mess in the water.
They walked further into the sea, not bothered by the cold water since they managed to fall in immediately.
“If one thing touches my toes, I am out of here,” Harry said, the water reaching somewhere to the middle of his torso.
“Aw, poor Harry Potter is scared of some jellyfish?” she teased him.
“Well in my defence, jellyfish stings really hurt,” he retorted.
Ginny came to stand near him, a hand landed on her hips. “What, you’re not going to run? Something is touching your toes,” she smiled.
“Can’t say I am quite fearful of your toes,” he told her, leaning down to kiss the salty skin of her cheek.
Ginny scrunched her nose at him, but it was all in good fun. They just enjoyed teasing each other.
“Harry, stop doing that, it’s not funny,” Ginny said, pointing towards their feet.
Harry gave her a blank look. “I am not doing anything.”
“Haha, very funny,” Ginny replied, she was not convinced.
“Really?” he said, though he had caught her. She grinned apologetically.
Harry raised his eyebrows. “Ginny, I am not joking,” Harry said, now looking down, trying to see through the murky seawater.
Ginny realised he was in fact not joking, but instead of running out of the water, she decided to hang onto Harry for dear life.
“You know, I think this is karma,” Harry said, walking back to shallower water. Eventually, Ginny let go and put her feet back into the water, but only when she could in fact see her own feet through the water.
They both stood there, looking out over the sea together.
“Who needs to go into the deeper water anyway? It is just more of the same sea,” Ginny spoke. Harry agreed with a smile. They had been able to refresh themselves for a bit now and that was enough. It was nice on their towels too.
Ginny noticed Harry glancing up from his book with a frown for the fifth time in two minutes. She put her sunglasses on top of her head and looked at him. “What are you frowning at?” she asked.
Harry put his book down with a sigh and looked at her. “That guy over there keeps checking you out,” Harry said, nodding his head towards the guy.
Ginny put her sunglasses back on so she could look at him without being detected. She looked back at Harry with a grin. “Sweetheart, I think he is checking you out,” she told him.
Harry scoffed, he sure didn’t think so.
“Want to bet?” Ginny asked him.
Harry’s eyebrows raised a little higher. “Alright. How do we deduce who is going for?” he replied.
Harry finished his chapter and tucked the book into their bag. Harry adjusted the parasol that stood between them so it would cover them better and he heard Ginny let out a giggle.
Ginny smiled gladly. “Oh, if you do another of those big stretches, he is going to come over,” she told him.
Harry was not convinced. He focused back on his book and for a few minutes, it was silent.
“What?” he asked her.
“Hi,” she greeted him.
“Oh, he is on his way,” Ginny spoke.
Harry laid back down as they both pretended they weren’t watching him come over. Harry looked quite satisfied with himself when he walked towards Ginny and not him.
“Are you with him?” he said, pointing at Harry.
Ginny nodded. “Yes, I am.”
“I know,” she agreed with him. “Sorry.”
The guy looked a little disappointed. “That is too bad, he is very handsome. You are a lucky lady,” he said.
Harry saw she was trying very hard to contain her smile.
“Have a nice day, you two,” the guy said. Ginny happily waved him off. Harry looked defeated.
“Told you,” she said, “Now be honest, if you weren’t with me, would you go for him?”
Harry thought it over. “I mean I guess I’d buy him a drink,” he replied.
Ginny gave a mock gasp. “Now I am jealous!”
“Are you really?” he said, rolling towards her with a fond smile.
“Good,” Harry agreed, pulling her down next to him.
She shook her head, bending down to kiss him. “No, I know I am a catch,” she said, swinging her hair back theatrically.
“So I believe you owe me a cocktail?” she said.
Harry shook his head. “We did not agree on what we betted on.”
“Well, what do you propose?” Ginny replied.
Harry leaned towards her ear and whispered into it.
Ginny’s eyes widened. “Alright, you got yourself a deal.”
You ever think about how Harry’s hero complex was brought on by the Dursley’s teaching him that no one would ever look out for him and instead of becoming a bitter jaded person Harry took the responsibility of looking out for everyone and treating people with kindness because he never wanted anyone to be treated the way he had been? I think about that a lot.
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Spite and Normalcy
By: Venus Ink (AO3 | Tumblr)
Ship: Tom Riddle | Voldemort/Harry Potter (Tomarry | Harrymort)
Last Updated: 2020-05-12
Summary: Here we arrive in a world where the Potters had two children rather than one, and Petunia’s quest for normalcy didn’t leave her married to Vernon Dursley. When Lavinia Potter is reluctantly sent to Petunia for the safety of her twin brother Oliver, the elder of the Evans sisters feels a connection to the rejected child, and her wish to one-up Lily returns in the form of raising her child to become the best she could be. Lavinia Potter comes to Hogwarts ready to take it by storm, with an aunt who loves her, a lifetime of preparation, the happiness to make it, and the guts to get it done.
Opinion: This fic is so good and I love it so much. Female Bisexual Harry is a gift. And this baby deserves nice things. Actually, all these babies should have nice things. Lavinia is a hard worker and has earned her happiness. There is “Character Bashing” but it doesn’t feel too out of character for them. Except Petunia. It’s more like calling characters out on questionable behavior, unlike canon. Take Hermione, she was canonly academically jealous easily but Harry was a biased narrator, her friend, and an underachiever. Lavinia is not her friend or an underachiever and we see her acknowledging when Hermione is being jealous of her academic achievements. That said, Dumbledore, Lily, James and Oliver (OC BWL Twin) aren’t coming out great but they aren’t evil.
