#harry and bee

[freedomfireflies]

Remember Me*

Summary: The one where you and your best friend, Harry, reminisce over the first time he ever ate you out.

Word Count: 3.1k

Content Warning: 18+, smut, brief daddy kink, mention of knife kink + blood kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, pre-consented somnophilia, not suitable for Ramadan!

“There you go, good girl. Just like that. Cum for me, Bee. Right now.”

You squirm, fingers curling into the silky sheets below as you suck in a quiet breath.

You can feel his lips on your neck. Your chest. Your inner thighs. Soft, gentle, devious. He’s everywhere. Purring in your ear, holding your hips in his hands. Keeping you just where he wants you like you’re nothing but a toy for him to play with.

You’ve never been so close. So satisfied, so pleasured. So ready to let go.

And then…you wake up.

Your lashes flutter as you slowly come to. The bedroom is dark. Still. You can hear the fan in the corner of the room and Harry’s soft inhales from somewhere beside you. Your heart is thumping hard and heavy against your ribcage while your dream slowly dissipates into reality. Disappearing into the back of your mind as you remind yourself where you really are.

And then you realize that Harry’s not beside you but below you. His breathing louder and heavier than it was before.

You look down.

And there he is, large body settled between your spread thighs as he holds you open and stares lovingly at the mess you’ve made.

And suddenly, your dream doesn’t feel so distant as you blink the sleep from your eyes and whisper, “Har?”

He glances up, pretty green eyes somehow bright even in the dark. He smiles and his lips glisten. “Hi, baby. Were you having a nice dream?”

You take in a sharp inhale and nod once. “Ye—yeah.”

“Good.” He dips down to kiss your hip. “Hope I didn’t ruin it for you.”

“No…no, I just…I…I thought I was…”

“I know,” he murmurs and kisses the other side. “I know, Bee. And you need me to fix it, don’t you?”

You blink.

“Kept whimpering for me,” he says. His palms dance down the side of your body. Squeezing lightly as though to reassure you. “Begging me to make you cum…to touch you…taste you. Said you needed my tongue.”

Your chest feels heavy as you watch him ghost his mouth up your stomach.

“And I wanted to help,” he tells you. “Wanted to make it better for you.”

He stops, but only to look up and find you again.

“Is that all right, sweet girl?” he whispers.

You nod quickly. After all, the two of you made an agreement months ago that waking each other up with sex was more than all right. You don’t do it too terribly often, but the times when you do…

You almost start to pant.

“Good,” he says, grinning once more as he runs his thumb along your aching cunt. “But I want you to do something for me, yeah?”

“Yeah…”

He moves his mouth to your inner thigh. “Want you…” He travels up your skin toward your pussy. “To tell me…” He brushes his lips over your clit. “What you were dreaming about.”

You feel yourself start to squirm, the warmth of his breath over your cunt enough to send shivers along your spine. “I…I was dreaming about you.”

“Yeah? Better have been,” he teases with a smirk. “What was I doing, hm?”

You watch him poke out his tongue and tease it near your hole. “You…you were doing this.”

He hums. “Was I?”

You nod. “Just…just like you did the first time.”

His eyes flick back to yours. “The first time, hm? When I asked to taste your pretty pussy?”

Another nod.

“Mm.” He shifts a bit on the bed and pushes your legs further apart. “Do you think about that first time a lot, Bee?”

You feel your heart skip. “Yes…”

“Think about how nice you were to let me practice on you?”

“…yes.”

“Cause you were,” he says softly between kisses to your cunt. Not enough to satisfy you, but more than enough to taunt you. “So nice and so sweet for me. Knew I’d never wanna taste anybody else but you for the rest of my life.”

You smile. “No, you didn’t.”

“I did,” he argues. He sucks your clit into his mouth. “Come on, lovie, you had to know I didn’t really want her. Only ever wanted you.”

Your fingers lace through his hair, and he hums. “You knew even back then?”

“Of course.” He rests his cheek on your thigh, gazing at your pussy almost as though in a trance. “Should have known I’d get addicted. I already was, even if I didn’t realize it yet.”

“Is that so?”

“Mhm.” He starts to pull you open, just to watch the way you clench around nothing. “I’d been addicted to you for years. Just didn’t know why.”

“And eating me out helped with that?”

He chuckles. “Kind of. I really did think I was doing it for Tina, but…the second I saw you, all spread out and dripping…I couldn’t have picked her out of a fucking lineup.”

You squeeze his scalp. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I mean it.” He studies your expression closely. “Bee, I’m so goddamn in love with you it makes my chest hurt. I was in love with you then and I’m in love with you now. Why do you think I kept canceling on her? Why do you think I kept begging you to teach me more things?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “Cause you were horny?”

“No,” he exhales and then kisses your pussy again, groaning into you as though he’s a man starved. “No, I was fucking obsessed. And I still am.”

You whimper.

“So, I want you to tell me everything I did in your dream,” he says, his touch growing a bit greedier now as he slips his middle finger inside. “Every little thing you wanted me to do.”

You arch from the bed and try to stay still. You’re not sure how long he’s been teasing you, but it feels far longer than your dream. And you’re already shaking with anticipation as you clutch his curls and say, “You…you were touching me.”

He grins. “How, lovie?”

You reach for his hand and pull it up toward your chest. “Like this,” you pant, and he groans so lewdly, you nearly cum right then.

He squeezes your tit in his palm, kneading it between those long, nimble fingers before he pinches your nipple tight. Eliciting another noise from your throat. And you’ve never been so glad you went to bed without pajamas.

“Like this?” he asks.

You nod before you’re leading him up toward your throat. “And like this…”

You make him squeeze the sides of your neck until your eyes have nearly rolled back. He holds you gently, but with just enough pressure to make your head pound in the absolute best way.

“Yeah?” He crawls a bit higher up your body in order to get a better grip. “I remember the first time you made me choke you. Such an insatiable little thing, weren’t you?”

“Still am,” you quip, sticking out your tongue.

His smile is sadistic as he spits directly onto your tongue and squeezes your jaw shut. “Swallow.”

You do. And the taste of him—of you—is magic. Enough to have you grinding yourself against his bent leg that’s snuggled between your thighs. And he notices, but he does nothing to help you.

“What else?” he asks between desperate kisses. “Huh? What else did my dirty girl want?”

“Your cock,” you whisper. “Wanted your cock so bad, Har. Wanted you to fuck me like you did that first time. Wanted to ride you…see your handsome face when you came.”

“Yeah? Wanted to cut me up all pretty like you did with that knife?”

You pout. “I didn’t cut you up. I just wanted to see it on your cheek.”

He laughs against your shoulder, and you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach. “Still can’t believe you have a knife kink. And a blood kink.”

“I still can’t believe you do, too.”

“Can’t help it. You just look so pretty in red,” he says easily. “Always have. Skin all sensitive and swollen…lips just begging to be bit…blood that looks so beautiful smeared across your chest—”

You grab onto his cheeks and bring his mouth back to yours. Kissing him so hard, he can’t speak. The image in your head is lewd and delicious and you feel his cock twitch against your hip as his body melts into yours.

“Bee,” he warns after a moment. “Bee, this isn’t about me. This is about you, come on—”

“I will. After you cum first,” you insist, reaching down between you to squeeze his tip. “My dream wasn’t just about me.”

His exhale is shaky as he closes his eyes. “Thought we were recreating the first time I ate you out?”

“Why can’t we do both?” you ask, nipping at his earlobe. “You really think I wasn’t imagining what your cock felt like as I watched you? Even back then?”

You feel his wicked grin against your cheek. “Were you?”

“How could I not? You weren’t the only one with a crush.”

He leans back. “You did not have a crush on me.”

“Yes, I did. How do you know?”

“Because you were still hung up on Eric,” he retorts as he moves down your body, returning to his previous position while you watch him go with a frown. “And I was just a convenient distraction.”

“No,” you snort, grasping onto his chin to recapture his attention. He looks at you. “Harry, you were not a distraction. Eric was the distraction. I made myself get over you by getting under him.”

He pulls his lip between his teeth, but it can’t hide his smirk. “Really?”

“Duh. You asking me to teach you was the best thing that ever happened to me. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” You gaze at him gently and cup his jaw. “Please don’t forget that.”

The tension between you is palpable but loving, and you giggle when he sucks your thumb into his mouth with a wink.

“Then can you let me recreate the best thing that’s ever happened to you?” he mumbles around your finger. “Because it was the best thing that ever happened to me, and I still haven’t gotten a proper taste.”

You swipe your wet digit over his lips and grin. “Then you better get to it.”

So, he does. After all, Harry is nothing if not obedient and you can’t help but feel a touch proud as he kisses his way down your body until those greedy kisses find your cunt.

He knows exactly what you like. Knows how to hold you, tease you, taste you. He flicks you with the tip of his tongue and pulls you open with his fingers. He groans every time you gasp and swallows like he’s never had a drink in his life.

And then…he blows on you. Lets his warm exhale dance across your drenched pussy until you nearly squirm away altogether. You feel as though you’re being edged. Like he’s denying you the only thing you need and you whine helplessly as you plead with him.

He merely shushes you. “You know better, Bee. Come on.”

You shake your head violently. “I can’t…can’t, Har, please—”

He spanks you. A sharp smack of his palm down your clit. “You fucking rush me and I won’t let you cum at all. Is that what you want, sweet girl?”

“…no, Daddy.”

“No, I didn’t think so. So what are you gonna do?”

“…whatever you tell me.”

He hums, wildly pleased. “Good fucking girl.”

It’s masterful the way he sucks and nips and thrusts. A combination of his fingers and his tongue that bring you closer with every curl. Because after all this time, he knows your body. He’s had a year to learn you and love you. The way you taste, the way you sound, the way you feel. He knows exactly how to treat you and my god does he treat you right.

“H,” you gasp as you reach for his hair. Clutching onto those soft curls for dear life as your legs squeeze the side of his head. “Shit, Har…I’m…”

“You looked just like this when I first tasted you,” he mumbles against your cunt. “You had this cute little fucked-out expression on your face…kept biting your lip and wrinkling your nose. Like you were scared to enjoy it.”

“Wasn’t…wasn’t scared,” you huff, but you know he’s right. “I was just trying to help you learn.”

“Mhm.” He swipes his tongue up the length of you, from hole to hole. “Loved getting to see you so vulnerable for me. And you were so eager to let me. Practically yanked me into you.”

“I did not. Not until we got that collar and leash, anyway.”

His lips pull back with a Cheshire-like grin. Another fond memory. “Speaking of, we should dig that out again. Don’t think we’ve gotten enough use out of it.”

“I agree.”

“Good.” He slaps your clit once more before spitting on it and spreading it around. “Maybe I should make you watch your dirty little videos, too.”

Your chest begins to heave. “Maybe…you should.”

“Maybe I will.” And just like that, he slips three fingers into your quivering cunt.

But the moment he reaches his knuckles and flicks his tongue, it’s over. You gasp, whine, shake. Tremble in his hands and against his tongue before you’re collapsing onto the mattress with the sounds of his grunted praise in your ear.

“Fucking shit, Bee,” you vaguely hear as he pushes your folded legs closer to your chest. “God, I fucking love it when you do that.”

And somehow, through the orgasmic haze, you realize you’ve squirted. Something else you don’t tend to do that often. But when you do…

“Shit,” he says again before burying himself back in the mess. Almost as though he means to breathe it into his lungs. He kisses it, licks it, indulges in it. Takes every last drop for himself, despite the way you whimper. “M’sorry, lovie. Just can’t help it. S’my favorite.”

And you can feel a second one already barreling toward you. You're far more sensitive now and it almost hurts to have him continue. But you know he wants a second one. Know he needs a second orgasm out of you and you're powerless to deny him.

He brushes his touch through your folds and pulls you apart just to look at you. Watching your body spasm with pleasure as your hole flutters around the emptiness where his fingers used to be.

"Harry," you plead, a pitiful mewl.

He dives in. Licking and licking and licking like you're a popsicle on a hot day. He teases your opening with his tongue before smoothing it back up. Again and again, he tastes you. Until your cheeks are stained with tears and your body unravels once more.

When you cum, time stops. You bite on your lip so hard, you draw blood. The metallic taste filling your mouth as you push him back and wiggle away from his ministrations. Nearly sobbing from the painfully beautiful overstimulation.

He laughs lightly but does allow you to rest. Pulling himself up until he can place his head on your chest and settle in your arms. “Shh. You're all right, sweet girl. I've got you. It's okay."

You only whimper.

He peppers kisses across your face until your hiccups subside. His touch is much gentler now and he spends the next few minutes speaking softly and bringing you back down to earth. Doing everything he can to remind you that he's got you. Always.

"I'm proud of you," he finally says. "So fucking proud of you, Bee. Do you know that?"

You sniffle. "Really?"

“Mhm. And not just for squirting. For everything. All the time. The way you carry yourself. The way you love your friends. The way you love me.” He nuzzles his nose into your neck. “I’m so lucky to be loved by you.”

You swallow around the lump in your throat. “Well, I’m so lucky to love you.”

A tender beat passes. Then, he whispers, “Do you think you’d ever wanna get married?”

Just like that, your heart stops. You hope he can’t hear it. “Um…I don’t know. Would you?”

“Probably. Only to you, though.”

“Oh…that’s good.”

He glances up. “I’m not proposing. I mean, not right now. Not like this, I just...I don’t know. I thought I’d see if you…even wanted to marry someone like me.”

“Someone like you?”

He shrugs and looks back down. “Yeah. I don’t know. I’m not sure I’d be very good husband material.”

Your expression drops. “Harry,” you whisper, dipping down to press your lips to his temple. “You’d be the best husband in the world. No matter the material you’re made of.”

He chuckles again. “Think if we did get married, my parents would have a heart attack.”

“What? Why?”

“They fucking love you. They’ve been trying to get me to ask you out since we were kids.”

“Shut up, no they have not.”

“M’serious. When I told them we started dating, I swear to God my mom sent me like twenty links to engagement rings ‘just in case.’”

You laugh now, too. “She’s so cute. I’m gonna have the greatest in-laws.”

And for some reason, this makes him smile bigger than he has all evening.

The two of you stay like this for what feels like hours. Snug in each other’s embrace, his heart against yours. And you realize that this is where you were always meant to be. Right here, in this bed with him. From the moment the two of you met all those years ago, he was your Harry. And everything after has merely led you to this moment with him.

You often think about that fateful afternoon when he waltzed into your apartment and asked if he could eat you out. You wonder what would have happened if you’d said no. Could you have been okay with seeing him and Tina? Would you have patched things up with Eric, just to distract yourself?

But then you realize, you don’t want to imagine a world where you rejected him. It was a strange twist of destiny that you brought you and Harry together that day. In a position you never thought you'd be in. But if he hadn't, you'd have never known a happiness like this. A peace like this.

You’d never know him. The real him.

You don’t care if he proposes or not. You don’t care what your future looks like. As long as it’s with him, you’ll feel fulfilled. Happy and content in a way you never thought possible.

And the best part is…you know he feels the same.

By the time you start to feel tired again, it’s nearly morning. Soft streams of sunlight are already dancing through your bedroom window, illuminating the beautiful curve of his back. Glistening through his disheveled curls like a heavenly halo.

It nearly takes your breath away.

You count his freckles and moles like stars in the sky. Run your fingers along his shoulders and spine until he snuggles even closer. You've never felt so lucky to behold someone so beautiful.

However, just before your eyes can flutter shut and allow you to finally find a bit more sleep, your phone buzzes.

Confused, you both turn toward the nightstand where the vibration is coming from before you reach for the device plugged into the wall.

“Who is it?” Harry asks sleepily as he nuzzles his way back into your neck.

You read over the message.

And your stomach drops.

“It’s…”

“What?”

“Um…”

"What?"

You say nothing. Can't. You reread the text three more times in an effort to stall and create some sort of explanation.

But your silence piques his curiosity, and he eventually glances up. "Bee? What's wrong?"

Your pulse starts to race. Your palms start to sweat. And even though you know you have nothing to be afraid of, you take in a stuttered breath.  

“It’s…Eric,” you say slowly.

And just like that…the tender moment is over. 

Harry sits up, expression hard and unforgiving as he waits for the rest.

And you’re almost afraid to give it to him.

“…he wants to meet.”

I cannot believe it's been one year since the story that changed my life 🥹 And I can't thank you guys enough for what you've done for me!!! It was such a silly little story that I was sure wouldn't do very well, but introduced me to so many amazing people and gave me such a new found love for writing!!!

Thank you for being here and supporting me and Harry and Bee for a whole year now!!! I'm actually going to sob 🥹💞💞 ILY GUYS SO SO MUCH!!!

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[deactivate-iguana]

(Star Trek Voyager: Season 1 Episode 6)

I wish I could think of a better way to word this but Harry Kim can be such a little shit (meant affectionately) when he wants to be?!

The fact that we only see Tuvok simulate killing one of his co-workers is a testament to his endurance.

[gender-thief2]

you can’t say “fuck jkr” and then post about being excited for the hp hbo reboot btw

[uncharted-constellations]

I... Cannot stop

[coyotelip]

starchaser microfic: dead & veil || @into-the-jeggyverse @stag-microfic || wc: 624

“Reggie, Reggie!” a loud child's voice bursts into the kitchen before Harry's small form could get there. “Daddy is dead!”

Regulus sighs heavily, putting the knife aside before turning to face Harry, who is bouncing on his heels with excitement. The boy tries to hide his amused smile, but he does a poor job. Fake antennae for his bee costume stick out of his dark hair and wiggle along with Harry.

Wanting to play along with the child, Regulus throws his hands in the air and feigns fear, “Oh goddess, this can't be happening! Take me to him quickly.” Without making much effort, the man's voice sounds fake, but it's enough for the four-year-old to make Harry jump up, grab Regulus by the wrist, and lead him into the living room.

As he passed the windows, Regulus glanced over at several figures in the backyard, Sirius, Lily, Remus, and Marlene all trying to figure out the complicated tent structure. Once again, Regulus was glad that he had the task of making the cake instead of pretending to be an engineer.

Meanwhile, Harry is holding onto his hand and pulling him along with all his might, which makes Regulus smile slightly. However, he quickly hides his smile when they arrive at their destination. Just in the doorway between the corridor and the living room is indeed the body of James Potter.

His bare legs stick out from under the once white, but now dirty skirt of his wedding dress. Blue flowers are visible in places on the skirt, leading to the waist and a tight corset that emphasizes James' beautiful form. The corset hugs his chest tightly, but his broad manly shoulders are bare and covered with dirt and fake blood. And Regulus wants to finally see that makeup-covered face, but the man's head is covered by the bride's veil.

This time, Regulus tries to hold back his laughter. Of course, he knew that James had gotten a piece of paper with the Corpse of the Bride on it during the draw, but seeing the man in this costume was completely different.

“Oh, Harry, what are we going to do now,” Regulus said intentionally louder than necessary, clutching his cheeks like a character in a Munch painting. “I guess James is not going to get his portion of carrot cake now. What a shame, it was his favorite…” He looks up to the ceiling as he plays his part, but tries not to let James out of his sight, not to miss him holding back his laughter.

“It was so unexpected!” Harry exclaims overly dramatically, waving his arms.

“What do we do now, just what do we do?” Regulus points to the door leading to the backyard. “Harry, you need to go get your mommy and Sirius right away, I can't deal with the body alone.”

And Harry, the obedient and responsible boy that he is, rushes to the door, calling out the names of the others on his way. He can't wait to bring the others to the scene of the crime (his little childhood prank), who will obviously play along with the growing marauder.

Without wasting any more time, Regulus crouches right next to James' head, adjusting his own red Katrina skirt. Carefully lifting the veil from the man's face, he meets his broad smile and the sparkle in bronze eyes.

“I'm actually excited about the carrot cake,” James whispers without moving.

“But now you're gonna have to work for it.” Regulus whispers back with the smile of an evil genius who has just robbed him of everything he holds dear. “I hope the joke was worth it.” Regulus gently touches James' cheek in a light kiss, careful not to ruin their makeup.

[helladirections]

August Fic List

This is my fourth month doing this, and honestly it's so much fun. I love going back at the end of the month and remembering all the amazing work I've read. I love getting to hopefully help promote writers. I love seeing for myself how much I'm reading and from who. I hope you all keep enjoying this as well.

The list:

In order I reblogged, not order written

Multiple writing from the same author are listed together (but I tried to read from as many different authors as I could this month)

Must have a Read More

Writers: Please put word counts, thanks!

Previous Monthly Lists | Fic Rec Tag | My Masterlist

Assistance Needed | assistant!reader 3k @gurugirl

Little bit of face-fucking :o) (Preview) You're Too Sweet For Me (preview) @1800titz

Secrets 7.9k @heartateasee

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Wake N' Bake 1.4k Roomies 8k @0nlythrowharrybeaux

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes 3k @jarofstyles

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Primavera 11k @smokeinherperfume

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[garagepaperback]

honeypot

9k words, explicit

“Draco." Harry caught him dull and quick around the wrist. He squeezed. He didn’t think, the feeling came off his tongue whole. “You’re not threatening to sue Hermione because I didn’t call you back?” “Fuck you,” Malfoy spat, face pink. Not pretty. A hasty, hungry rash slapped on in a rush. Harry dropped his wrist. It wasn’t about how he looked, at all. The acid in his tone tolled like a bell. Clear, true. The words—I didn’t know you were so sensitive—dented Harry’s tongue and he swallowed them down immediately. He did know. Of course he knew—Draco Malfoy was much more milk than porcelain: easy to ripple, to spill. It was new, dizzying information to understand that he cared. That he noticed if Harry didn’t.

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[calswildflcwer]

Run !

Pairing :: d. malfoy x fem!reader.

Warnings :: possible swear words, soft!draco, fluff, sweetness, anger, etc.

Character Ages :: Draco and reader are both seventeen.

Plot :: Draco tells you to run away, away from Hogwarts, away from him. It’s the day before the Battle of Hogwarts, and things at the school are about to take a turn for the worst and Draco doesn’t want you to be caught in the crossfire.

Pronouns Used :: He/him for Draco, She/Her for reader.

Word Count :: 1.6k words.

Note :: Draco may be slightly out of character. Idc. We do NOT like JK R*wling in this house, and I tend to make him my own version whenever writing about him, so ehm… if you don’t like that then don’t read I guess.

Info :: This is from a dialogue prompt I found on Pinterest so credits for this idea goes partially to them!

Story Type :: One-Shot // Series.

You stood at the top of the Astronomy tower, your best friend had sent you a letter via owl just a few hours prior, telling you to meet him at the top of the Astronomy tower at 7PM.

Your figure was enveloped in darkness, a cold wind whipped around your face as you glanced down at the Quad, watching as people rushed into the castle wanting to get inside before curfew. Professor Snape and a few Deatheaters had taken over the school ever since Dumbledore had tragically fallen to his death just a year or so prior. You glanced up at the darkening sky, watching the clouds rolling in. Something settled in the deepest pit of your stomach, almost like a knot tightening, you sensed something was coming but what it was? You weren’t sure. Something bad was going to happen, you could sense it. It was a gut feeling but your gut feelings had never been wrong in your whole seventeen, almost eighteen, years of life. Draco was just a month shy of turning eighteen, and you? It would be your eighteenth birthday in just a few months.

You soon heard footsteps on the stairs behind you, approaching you. You glanced over your shoulder, seeing the bleached blonde hair of your best friend, his slender figure headed towards you, he was dressed in black from head to toe. “You’re late.” You stated, checking your watch for the time. It was 7:20PM.

“I’m sorry. I got caught up, and didn’t want anybody seeing me come here.” He told you, his eyes scanning the area below, watching students and professors alike scurrying inside from the darkening sky.

“What’s with the secrecy, Draco? Why can’t you be seen?” You questioned.

“People would have issues with me being here, especially my father. I can’t be seen, but I needed to see you.” He told you, his pale fingers lifting to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. His hand lingered at the side of your cheeks for a moment longer before dropping back to his side. “I know my letters haven’t made much sense recently. I know they’ve been more like stupid riddles and I’m sorry for that.” His voice seemed to be remarkably softer than you’d heard before.

“D, talk to me. What’s going on?” You questioned, lifting your hands and cupping his cheeks, your eyes staring into his light grey ones. His eyes searched yours, a soft breath leaving his mouth before he turned to move away from the window, away from you. Your brows furrowed in confusion, your hand dropping back to your sides as you watched him. He paced slightly, his back still facing towards you.

“You have to go while you still have the chance. You have to run away.” He warned, not meeting your gaze.

Your brows knitted together, “Run away from what?” You threw your hands up. You were tired of his endless riddles. Tired of his endless attempts at avoiding you. Couldn’t he tell that you loved him? Couldn’t he tell that you would do anything for him?

“From me.” He whispered. His tone was barely audible. “You have to run away from me.”

You stepped forwards, towards him. You reached your hand out, placing it on his shoulder, “Draco…” You began. He tried to move, attempting to shrug your hand off of his shoulder, “Listen to me, I am not going anywhere.” You told him.

“(Name), you don’t understand. Something big is coming, something is going to happen. You need to run because I don’t want you getting caught in the crossfire, I couldn’t handle that.” He finally turned around, your hand dropping from his shoulder as he turned to face you.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You repeated, staring into the taller boy's eyes. “If I get caught in the crossfire of whatever is happening then we will fight side by side, just like we always have.” You told him.

“No, love, you don’t get it.” He sighed, running a hand down his face. “For the first time ever, we’re going to be fighting on different sides.”

“What do you mean?” You questioned. “What’s happening, Draco?”

“I don’t know for sure, all I do know is that it will not end well. I know Potter won’t give himself up to The Dark Lord willingly, which means something bad is going to happen and he will take down anybody in his path in order to get to Potter. Students, professors, he won’t care. He will do what it takes to kill him. I don’t want you caught up in that. I won’t survive that. So please, love, just run while you still can.” Draco tried to explain.

“I don’t run. You know that. I may not be the brightest witch of my age like Hermione, but you know damn well I am a very gifted witch and I do not run from a fight. Hogwarts is my home and if Voldemort is coming for Hogwarts, I am going to stand to protect it and if that ends in my death, then at least I died fighting for what I love.” You told him, your tone firm.

Draco sighed, running his long pale fingers through his blonde locks, giving himself a disheveled look. “God, why do you have to be so stubborn!” He exclaimed.

“You wouldn’t have me any other way and you know it.” You pointed out.

Draco chuckled slightly, running a hand down his face, “You’re impossible, you know that?” His smile still present on his features.

“You love me.” You shrugged, a grin crossing your features.

Draco nodded, “More than you know.” He sighed.

You froze, your eyes wide, you could almost hear your heart beating right out of your chest, “What?” you managed to breathe out, almost inaudibly.

Draco’s grey eyes widened in realisation, his breathing almost hitched in his throat, “I… Uhm…” He mumbled, almost stuttering along his words. “No going back now, is there?” He mumbled, chuckling nervously.

“Draco…” You began, finally fixing your composure.

“Look (Name), I don’t know what tomorrow’s gonna hold, probably a whole lot of death so I need to tell you this before either of us get caught up in the centre of whatever The Dark Lord is planning.” He began, running his nimble fingers through his hair, messing it up even more. “If I could buy you the stars, I would. If I could pull the moon down for you, I wouldn’t hesitate. If I could give you a million suns, I would do it in a heartbeat.” He smiled sheepishly, his nerves slowly becoming more noticeable. “But I can’t do any of that so I’m asking if I could give you my heart instead.” He told her. “You’re the only one I trust enough to keep it safe.”

“Draco, I… Wow.” You mumbled.

“Look, I’m not expecting you to feel the same. I know you probably just see me as a best friend and that’s fine with me, I just needed to tell you because one or both of us could die tomorrow. I needed you to know before either of us died.” He sighed.

“I love you, too.” You responded, the words leaving your mouth before you could stop them.

Draco frowned, his signature smirk playing on his lips, “When did I say I loved you?” He grinned.

You rolled your eyes, cocking a brow at him, “The implication was there in that little speech of yours.” You retorted.

This time, it was Draco’s turn to roll his eyes before his eyes met yours once again, he took a step towards you, “You mean it? You love me?” He asked.

“Ever since third year.” You smiled, placing your arms around his shoulders, his hands found your waist as he held you close.

He leaned down, closing the gap between the two of you and pressing his lips against yours into a soft but desperate kiss.

His lips were slightly chapped. They felt a little rough on your pink, soft ones but that only brought more desperation to the kiss, making you deepen it slightly.

The pair of you pulled back slightly, “Let’s get through tomorrow, Malfoy, and then you can tell me again that you love me. When, not if, we both survive.” You whispered as he pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes were closed slightly as you spoke.

“If we do both survi-” He began, stopping when you gave him a pointed look, “I mean, when we do both survive, I am going to take you on a proper date in Hogsmeade. I promise.” He let you know.

“I’m going to hold you to that.” You whispered, leaning up and planting another soft kiss to his chapped lips.

He smiled as you pulled away, he opened his mouth to speak until he heard a soft squawk behind the pair of you, he glanced over and saw his pet owl, signalling it was time for him to leave before he was caught on school grounds.

He slowly lifted your hands and planted a delicate, lingering kiss to your knuckles before backing away into the shadows and towards the stairs once again, slowly making his way down them, but not before giving you one final message, “Once all this is over, meet me on the bridge outside the school, my love. I love you.” He disappeared down the stairs and out of the school before you could respond.

You watched him walk across the quad and towards the bridge before disapparating back to Malfoy Manor. A soft smile graced your features, as you now stared into the nothingness.

“I love you too, Malfoy.”

~ Hey, hi, hello!! Welcome back to Bee’s fic writing era (kind of heh!). So ehmm… here’s a lil draco malfoy fic. As a draco girlie myself, you know i just HAD to write for him. I am still going to publish my Carlos Madrigal fic but it’ll probably be on ao3 rather than here in all honesty. anyways, there may be more reader fics of my fave characters on here possibly, maybe heh. I need to redo my master list too so look out for an account revamp soon possibly! 🫶🏻 Make sure to remember to drink something, eat something, please stay hydrated and remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know! Mwaaah! <33

[losver07]

please i need harry and/or luna telling remus how ugly his sweaters are. like. please.

[forestgromlin]

btw dp you knwo how insane and weird it feels to have people irl tell you randomly that they like a fandom you were going to take to the grave?? i’ve NEVER had anyone like the same thing as me in the same way. like, i’ve had people vaguely like things i’ve likes in the oast, like harry potter and taylor swift, which are both very popular

but. in the past month or so i’ve had it happen TWICE.

first one of my bestie’s friends who’s also in choir with me revaled that she’s in the marauders fandom. and she’s obsessed with it. and likes jegulus and wolfstar and etc. which. fucking insane i never would have told anyone ever that i’m in the marauders fandom

AND THEN

2 days ago oen of my friends (who has adhd!!!!) started talking to me about hermitcraft and the life series and etc.!!!!!!! SHE’S HYPERFIXATED ON IT TOO

DO YOU HAVE AHY IDEA WHAT THAT FEELS LIKE

OH MY GOD THIS SI INSANE

okay so actually she hasn’t watched hermitcraft yet bc she said it’s kind of boring BUT she’s watched the life series and empires and is going to watch Joel’s hermitcraft season bc it’s impossible for anything he’s in to be boring (not that i agree that hc is boring anyways but you get the point)

but we had a christmas get together party thing last saturday and i was talking with her and her brother (who is like 8 years older btw also he’s trans which is unrelated but incredibly awesome and i felt like you guys should know) and her brother has watched hermitcraft!!! he watches joel grian and mumbo!!!!! I WAS SO EXCITED I NORMALLY PNLY TALK TO MY SILLY LITTLE MOOTS ON TUMBLR THIS IS WILD

anyways!! rambles are over i just needed to express how fucking insane this is for me i genuinlely felt not real for parts of this it felt like i was in a dream

[freedomfireflies]

Tell Me*

Summary: An extra for Teach Me*

The one where your best friend Harry suggests a fun, friendly little game of horny Simon Says.

Word Count: 1.8k

Content Warning: 18+, smut, choking, Daddy kink

The look on his face is absolutely feral.

Your heart is in your throat. Pounding between your legs. Racing beneath your chest. 

And he’s looking at you like he’s ready to take you over his knee and show you exactly how much he’s missed you.

He takes a step forward, expression firm and never wavering. He studies you. Studies your trembling thighs, your quivering lips. He studies and he plots and he grins because he knows you’ll do anything he fucking asks.

He reaches the bed and his chin raises. “Are you gonna be good for me, Bee?”

You nod quickly. Of course. Always.

“Good.” He smiles and it makes your insides wrench. “And you still wanna play our little game?”

You nod again. “Yes, please.”

“Good girl. Then are you ready?”

“Yes.”

He smirks. “Harry says…lift your pretty skirt up.”

Quickly, you oblige, pulling the black fabric along your thighs and toward your hips. An easy task and you're eager to make him proud.

You can tell he's tempted to look. But he doesn’t. He keeps his attention on you. Only. Always. “Harry says pull your little panties to the side.”

Again, you obey. Hooking a finger around the already damp fabric and peeling it away from your cunt until the cold air finds you.

You shiver. He grins.

“Harry says spread your legs.”

You do. Easy.

He nods and his arms cross and he’s oddly calm. Focused. He takes another step closer and you could almost grab him. “Harry says show me how wet you are.”

You lean back and now he looks. He’s intrigued. Pleased. Proud. 

And the devious grin that splits his face is enough to ruin you.

“Good girl,” he murmurs and then he’s crouching down between your knees. Lining his eyes up with your cunt in the most intimate of ways. “Touch your clit for me.”

Your fingers twitch and you almost do, but you don’t. You follow the rules. You know better.

He chuckles and places his hands on your thighs, keeping you open. “Smart girl, too, hm?” He dips down and presses a kiss to your knee that has you sighing. “Harry says touch your clit for me.”

You do, instantly, and it’s everything. Even the slightest brush of contact has you reeling and you whimper as your thumb sweeps across the sensitive nerves.

He watches you for only a moment—the way you circle and pinch, the way you gasp—before he’s jutting his chin up. “Harry says stop.”

You whine. Breathless. Needy. “Harry—”

“Stop,” he repeats firmly, eyes flicking to yours. You mewl dejectedly and pull your hand away. “There you go. See, you can behave when you want to, hm?”

You nod weakly.

“Good.” He’s smiling again—coy, evil—and kissing your inner thigh. “Harry says suck your fingers.”

You bring your slightly soaked digits toward your lips and you’ve never felt so enamored. Because he is sex and he’s nipping at your skin in a way that reminds you of how good his mouth is. And you love his mouth. And the way he tugs on your body as though tempting you with the idea of tasting you but never actually giving in. 

You suck and you moan and you make a show of it.

He hums. “Harry says give me your hand.”

You relinquish your trembling hand to him and he licks a long, slow stripe up your palm. All the way to your fingers while your eyes nearly roll back.

He hums again. “Always taste so good for me, Bee. You know that?”

You watch his lips. You don’t speak. And this is an evil game, a cruel game, and even if you win, you lose. But you don’t mind because he is your prize and that's all you've ever really wanted.

He drops your hand and returns his hold to your thighs. He smiles at you. “Harry says spread your pussy for me.”

With a strained inhale, you slip your fingers down and pull yourself open. His soft, warm breath fans across your dripping cunt and you whimper quietly. Desperate to weave your fingers through his curls and bring him closer.

And he knows you, knows what you really want, so he taunts you. Kisses up your thigh, over your hip, along the band of your underwear. Everywhere but where you need him most. 

He watches you soak the bed below and he’s so incredibly smug. “Harry says tell me what you want.”

“You,” you breathe instantly. “You, Daddy, please.”

The use of the nickname surprises him. You haven’t slipped into your subspace yet but you quite enjoy the way his expression grows dark at the use of the moniker. And, truth be told, you also happen to love the way it tastes to say. 

His eyebrow lifts and his hands curl tighter around your legs. “What do you want Daddy to do, Bee?”

You swallow. Thick. “Want you to fuck me. Please.”

His lips part. He’s mesmerized and wildly intrigued. And even if he knows you’re trying to cheat by using the more dominant nickname, he doesn’t seem to care. 

He stands up. “Daddy says lay down.”

Suppressing a grin, you slowly crawl back toward the pillows and settle onto the mattress. And he looks at you like he’s never seen anything so beautiful, so enticing. You imagine if this were a cartoon, he’d be drooling, and you don’t miss the twitch in his fingers as he attempts to resist chasing after you.

Instead, he’s deliberate. Practiced. Following you onto the duvet and hovering above you before nodding again.

“Daddy says take me out.”

You reach for his belt. Pulling it through each loop before tossing it toward the floor and continuing to his zipper. Once you have enough room, you slip into his briefs and find him. Hard, heavy, and leaking in your palm. You almost drool, too.

You take him out and your lashes flutter as you glance up at him. Looking for his approval which he gives you almost far too easily.

“Good girl,” he whispers. His voice is labored. Thick with lust. “Daddy says put me in.”

You bring him closer and run him up and down your pussy a time or two while you both shudder. And then, just when you think you can’t take it anymore, he slips in. And everything changes.

He curses and you gasp and the game is over. It doesn’t matter who won because this is why you play. For this feeling, this moment. This familiar and addictive stretch as he pushes in and sends you over the edge.

He puts a hand on your throat and his mouth finds yours. He kisses you—hard, hungry. Sloppy and rushed but full of love. He adores having power over you, but he loves you more. Getting to take you anyway he wants you.

He squeezes your delicate neck and your vision blurs around the edges in the most delicious of ways. He knows what you like and he knows that you’d gladly put your life in his hand any goddamn day of the week. So, he holds you, and he chokes you, and he waits until your gasps are shallow before loosening his grip ever-so-slightly.

“Shit,” he exhales before he’s pulling back and thrusting in. “God, you’re so tight today, lovie.”

You arch off the bed and reach for his back. Nails scraping down his spine while his dark shirt wrinkles beneath your hands. “Daddy, please—”

“I know.” He bites your neck. Pulls the skin between his teeth and laps at it with his tongue. “Fuck. I know, baby. Feels so good, doesn’t it? Poor little cockslut was just so empty while I was gone, hm?”

You nod fervently. You hate when he leaves, hate when his job takes him on trips away from you. And fucking yourself isn’t nearly as good as when he does it.

And he knows it.

“Say it,” he hisses. “Fucking tell me how good I feel.”

You reach for his ass and grip. “So good, Daddy. Needed you so bad.”

He nips at your earlobe and then returns to your mouth. The sound of his cock fucking into your pussy is loud, almost as loud as the sound of him sucking your tongue. And it almost ends you, right there.

He smells like vanilla and sex. A musky, familiar scent that seems to seep into your bloodstream and go straight to your clit.

You don’t imagine either one of you will last much longer, not after being away all this time. But you try, you do. You meet his thrusts as best you can and you kiss your name into his neck until he groans.

“So many things I wanna do to you,” he whispers and he’s gentler now. “God, Bee. You have no idea what I wanna do to you. All the things I imagined as I fucked my fist just thinking of you.”

“Tell me,” you whimper. “Tell me, please, Daddy—”

He curses again. “Want you to sit on my face until I can’t fucking breathe. Wanna taste you—gotta taste you, baby. Missed it so fucking much.” He reaches for your clit and you moan. “Wanna eat my cum out of your pretty pussy and I wanna make your thighs fucking shake.”

God. You tug on his curls and you’re so close. So fucking close.

“Then I wanna watch you bounce on my cock,” he says. His thrusts are harder now. Faster. Sharper. “Wanna bend you over and watch this pretty little ass shake for me.”

Your leg hooks around his hip and you whine his name.

“Wanna have you in the shower, in the kitchen, in the living room, in the car, against the window so they can all watch. Fucking everywhere.”

A strangled sound leaves your throat and you know he means it.

“Want you to fucking own me, Bee.” He slips his hand around the back of your neck and pulls on your roots. “Cause you do. You know that? You fucking own me. I’m yours. Always—”

“Harry,” you gasp.

“Show me you know that,” he hisses. He’s almost there. “Show me you fucking know that I belong to you—”

You come and when you do, everything changes. Lights are brighter, sounds are louder, life is sweeter. You see stars and you see him and you don’t need to see anything else ever again. 

He follows right after, unable to resist the way your pussy clenches around him as you come. He’s warm and it feels like heaven. You hold tight to his shoulders and you ride each other through. It’s not until you writhe away from the ministrations on your clit that he slows to a stop and drops his face to your neck.

“Fuck,” he exhales. You have to agree. “M’sorry. I tried to make it last longer, I swear—”

“No,” you whisper. You take his cheeks between your hands and lift his face to yours. “No, it’s okay. It was perfect, I promise.”

He sighs. “I know, but after all that time, I just…I wanted to do better—”

You shush him and nuzzle your nose against his. “Harry, it was perfect. Trust me. That’s exactly what I wanted.”

“Yeah?” 

You grin. “Yeah.” You kiss him. “That was quite a fun game.”

He laughs now and the sound is like magic. “You think so?”

“I do. Love it when you tell me what to do.”

He smiles again but you notice the devious expression returning. “Is that right, lovie?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He hums and it’s wicked. “Then maybe we should play another round, hm?”

Your stomach flips. You nod.

He smirks.

“Then Daddy says…on my fucking face.”

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[dank-pro-life-memes]

[bloodpxct]

rest in peace albus dumbledore you would love saying 'the bee's knees' about everything good <3

I fear he would still use 1920s - 1940s slang in the golden trio era and I can't stop laughing when I think about it.

[chosowifee]

Happy Valentine's Day 💗

[be-with-me-so-happily]

Hey I was wondering if you had any good angst recommendations with some smut??

Holy shit, it's so difficult to name them all! Haha! Here is a list of my favorite fics (at least the ones I've had time to write down because there's a lot!)

But... I do wanna give some shout-outs to some of my top, all-time-favorite series'. These are in NO particular order, and again, there's so many that I love, so check out those other recommendations.

in my feelings - @harrystylescherry

completed series featuring famous Harry and Vogue journalist YN, an amazing story of enemies who end up having sex and catching super complicated feelings. It's crazy how chaotic these two are together but it's amazing.

wish upon a star - @mysweetestcreature

completed series about stepbrother Harry and stepsister YN, who have basically grown up together, with a taboo and secret love that nobody can know about, especially their parents.

spare parts - @around1302

completed series (definitely one of my top faves) about Harry and Charlie, who are put into a band together with 3 other guys. She hates him, and maybe he hates her, but things get complicated when they make a secret sex pact.

since 2010 series - @watermelonsugacry

ongoing series (another top fave from my love) about famous Harry and 1D bandmate YN who aren't allowed to have feelings for one another, but they do, unknown to each other until they have a very complicated, on and off again situationship. Amazing song inspos and so much detail!

the queen's secret - @gurugirl

ongoing series about royal Harry and Queen YN, who are forced into an arrangement to conceive a baby for YN's husband, the King. But of course, things get complicated quickly, and their secret love puts everything in jeopardy. This is probably the definition of angst and smut combined!

you're just someone i want around - @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy

ongoing series about vampire Harry who only goes to clubs to satisfy two needs- sex and human blood. He comes across YN and everything about her begins to change everything about him, except his immortality. This isn't as angsty as some of the others but it's so smutty and so good.

mr. & mrs. hey soul sister - @freedomfireflies

completed series (from an amazing writer) about famous Harry and YN, who wake up from a drunken night to find out they got married. With Harry's reputation at stake, they try to figure out what the best course of action is, which becomes unclear when feelings get involved