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𖦹⋆｡˚ 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

PAIRING: harry potter x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: nothing but harry potter headcanons, but both of you are friends with HEAVY tension. a little thing in the end, like a fic? it’s a bit heated tho!!!

WARNINGS: mentions of sexual content, maybe slight obsession, touch starved harry, flirting, kissing, fluff, a lot of tension (yes i love this trope hehe), hugging, friends to lovers.

CREDITS: divider of pearls, butterflies and bag is by @lucidve, divider of sparkling stars is by @anitalenia, divider with stars and brown stuff is by me.

‧⁺ when this whole tension between you too started, it was not that much and it was just little flirting slipping in between the jokes or meaningless bubble talk. no one, including him and you didn’t noticed that, it felt just like usual friendship. just like always.

‧⁺ later, hermione notices first, as she tells you that you two look like you’re going to kiss. of course you just laugh it off, but she was always right this whole time, did she? well she indeed later secretly spilled the tea to ron, as he furrowed his eyebrows thinking both of you finally did something. harry, by the way, always was denying the fact that he treats you wayyy differently than he does with the other girls.

‧⁺ then this flirting starts to become a strange routine, you don't even notice the way he makes eyes at you and tries to give you a compliment, which outshines other words. and in this he was always a master, whatever he said, everything sounded truely sweet and sincere, as if it were the first pleasant words about your appearance you had ever heard. but how he could ever lie about the way you look and represent yourself?

‧⁺ he always had feelings for you, to be honest. eyes always searching for you, for your eye catching smile with demanding but fluttering lips (later his most desirable thing ever ugh), for your delightful hair, for your fascinating gorgeous face features in general. oh merlin, he was rooting.

‧⁺ every time you said anything back with the same amount of flirting, he was absolutely confused. how could you find him beautiful? i mean… he knows he is the chosen one, but the fact of being overwhelmed by your beauty and presence never made him too confident about the way you feel towards him. he thought you always saw him as a friend, but still always tried to reach out for the any opportunity to make you smile or blush. he thought you were just being so nice mostly.

‧⁺ oh, did i mention how HE flutters or slips when you say any basic compliment? one time you were sitting in the great hall, hermione and ron also here, just studying or sometimes chatting through. you eyes were fixed on harry, admiring how deliciously good his hair looked and how admirable his eyes were searching and reading the text. so… something slipped off your mouth, “i love your hair today.. gorgeous.” he suddenly turned into the sound of your voice, slight but still noticeable blush spreading across his cheeks, as he fully exams your face and laughs nervously with chuckle, “oh. uhh—“ he looks around, hermione giggling at the sight of you two, “thank you..” harry mumbles, as he goes back to the text.

‧⁺ he still thinks about this compliment till this day, always styling the hair he did that day you called it out. well, at least he tries to.

‧⁺ your smell catches him off guard always as he senses it. anytime. you pass by, even behind him, he somehow feels it and everything flies off his mind in unison. you sit next to him, this happens again. you run into him yapping about another new divination theory you got on the lesson, he still gets too excited that he forgets about everything and that he even exists.

‧⁺ could you please stop making those bunny eyes at him? don’t you see how he melts and how excited he gets? the way you accidentally bit your lip while thinking at the question you or he asked, makes him go feral in his mind. your lips look too lonely without his on them.

‧⁺ accidental touches brushing against you all the time!! hand goes over yours, as he mumbles sorry or just chuckles. ankle presses against yours, he acts like it didn’t. this also happen one time, but not accidentally. he was slightly playing with your hair peacefully, spreading it a bit across his fingers, absolutely melting at the texture of it and how nice it was having you this close. yet it was on some boring lecture, and you noticed this gesture as he quickly turned around as if it was the wind.

‧⁺ loves late evening walks or early walks with you. of course, he loves walking with you anytime, but these ones hit him right in the heart, as the atmosphere gets more intimate and more close, as if you two unite together.

‧⁺ one time you went on the little date with some slytherin guy, he was watching your path on the marauder’ map. it was more protective either than being creepy. he just wants you to be safe.

‧⁺ he is sooo sensitive at his neck and hair! as you hug him by his neck, he shudders every time it’s ridiculous. and when you by joke brushed or played with his hair, he felt so comfortable yet so overwhelmed.

‧⁺ he doesn’t say it, but maybe will admit it one day — your presence on his qudditch match increases the chance of gryffindor winning like on.. 60% or 75%? i mean, a lot.

‧⁺ one time you received a bouquet of peonies with some favorite box of chocolate of yours. you never knew from who was it, because there wasn’t even a little note, nothing. but we all know who was it.

‧⁺ well, he wants to make the first move one day. the way your face passes by in the corridors, the way you appear in his dreams in the deep nights: any type of dreams, either when he has nightmares and you break into his mind, comforting him and making scary things go away or you sitting on top of him. the way you talk to him, he can’t take anymore. fuck, he wants to kiss you so bad, to pull you closer and wrap his arms around you. and no, not the in “casual” way, but in the most passionate and desperate way ever, yet still respectful as he is.

one day, this actually happens.

he was yapping about something in the living room of gryffindor, with much passion. maybe it was one of his favorite themes to talk about. you two were sitting on the sofa, as the quiet, but soothing fire in the background shook softly along with the burning firewood, as the slightly opened windows were bringing in the soft wind of the nature. his smell fulfills the distance between you too, as well as yours does. this is even ridiculous at how close y’all ended up, but how else could it be? tension was too much to bear, he looked too marvelous and gorgeous, and he couldn’t hold back his feelings any longer as you were that close.

“so.. i mean. they say how it was. it was preciously okay from them.” he chucked nervously, but also weirdly calmly at the same time, darting his eyes from your lips the whole time. it was definitely too hard for him not to look at them. how couldn’t he?

you place your hand on top of his, laying soft and warm against his skin, and lightly biting your lip.

merlin, you’re doing this stare again. he can’t resist.

“preciously okay you say?” your voice sounds restrained unlike his and you have composure.

he, on the other hand blushes deeply and turns his head to the ground, as if thinking about something else now.

it feels like you’re fooling him. manipulating him. how the hell you managed to look so pretty, attractive and hot at the same time? it felt like you put a charming spells and casts on him. well, indeed you did, but not by yourself — he was just absolutely crazy in love.

it feels like he snaps. he can’t take it anymore. harry draws sharply and suddenly to you, gently touching his nose to your neck, burying himself in it. he inhales your perfume, deliciously but slightly licking the skin after. his mouth proceeds a quiet whimper, enjoying the sense of your closeness and your soft skin.

at this whole sudden change in his demeanor you moan. you’ve dreamt about him being like that to you many times, and now, when he buries his nose to your skin, he feels so amazingly right, as if you two meant to do that such a long time ago.

you bury your hands into his smooth hair, slight pulling on them and tugging them back, as if his touch by his nose and tongue were too much, it felt like you could explode right now, as something in your stomach moved and you feel incredible tension.

but he doesn’t stop. after another sound from him, harry presses hard, passionate kiss into your skin, now deliberately sucking on it, as he makes delicious sounds of whimpering again.

at this whole another wave of touches you play back on the sofa and arching your neck way more, which allows him to press much more kisses into you neck, and even hickeys, leaving impressive for him amount of bruises.

you moan again, mentioning his name this time. at this action one of his hands roam on you cheek, stroking it, and then going into your shoulders and hips afterwards. merlin, how much he loves the sounds you making, the way you shudder slightly every time he kisses your neck.

he then moves into your jaw, embracing needy kisses on it, then moving to your cheek. as he does this, you practically hug your hands around his neck, as if holding into your dear life because this all feels so new, so much. and you like it. you love it.

he grunts when he feels your hands on him, which makes him stop briefly to catch his breath.

this whole situation is absolutely messy, sloppy and uneasy, you feel like you’re about to explode again, as if heat is gonna rip you apart right now. indeed, harry feels the same. but he needs more of you. he wants it as much as you do.

you take your opportunity to move to him even more close, pressing hardly and harshly your lips into his, finally gifting him what he was practically begging for. he instantly kisses you back, doing it with even more passion than he did on your neck. but this is the best feeling you ever felt, he is so good it, it’s insane.

you always thought he would kiss not that much and not that well, but now, he has twisted your notions even further.

this hard, yet love spreading kiss turns into a whole make out session, making both of your lips red and swollen.

he tastes so sweet, so flavourful, so delicious. you could swear you tasted a vanilla or cocoa lip balm on them. as you do, you share your taste with harry, tongue slipping into his mouth with excitement and agitation. he slips his own too, almost making french kiss with you, but more lustful, to say at least.

the sounds he makes.. he whimpers, moans, grunts but with quietness into your mouth.

your hands now move on his cheeks, squeezing the skin and holding again. you feel like air gets away and you’re starting to going insane, as if you two merge into one piece.

harry reluctantly and grudgingly pulls away from your lips, biting them before doing it. his fingers lightly tracing over your lips, marvelling again at your breathtaking beauty. he still doesn’t believe he just made all of this to you, and how he still managed to kiss you with such desire, as he always wanted.

you're both trying to stay calm and keep breathing, but it's too much to bear.

your fingers run the same way over his lips, marvelling at their texture and the slight wetness after kissing him. they’re so swollen.

you let out a quiet laugh mixed with a giggle when you see how embarrassed he is and how turned on he is with his just flushed, but hot cheeks and messy hair.

perhaps, your little signs of affection didn’t end on this. and he was so glad it didn’t.

oh my gosh. i NEED that man so bad he is so hot i swear 🙏🏻🙏🏻 i was thinking about these for so long, especially after i rewatched the whole series. you might need to do the same!!! :3

this is either happening in ootp or in hbp, but yeah. i hope you had fun reading this 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ sorry that i got lowkey freaky in the end meeehhh

tysm for reading!!

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⋆˚࿔ 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

PAIRING: rey skywalker x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: rey tries to teach you force sensitivity, but y’all end up in a bit wrong way.

WARNINGS: tension, rey lowk being a master to you, fluff, kissing, flirting, my english maybe idk.. (these are more tags but yeah)

CREDITS: divider of lace is by @uzmacchiato but i also added the flower, divider of sparkling stars (or whatever is it) is by @anitalenia, divider of bow is by @cursed-carmine

“feel it.” rey says, as her eyes roam all over your silhouette, watching carefully for any signs of progress or danger, “feel how force fulfills everything. even you.”

as she mentions you like that, in that voice, you shudder slightly, also interrupting your tiny bond with force, which makes all the little rocks around you fall on the ground.

“i can’t do it. i can’t!” you curse, swear under your nose as all of your attempts had ended up like that.

well, sure you would fail every time because of the unusual unfocus you had right now. rey voice almost was vibrating around you, or even going through with much power, that was making you shudder. even with your eyes closed while trying to keep your mind on the force sensitivity, you felt her gaze.

gaze full of interest, full of intrigue, full of playfulness mixed with something else you couldn’t read or feel. the way you felt around her was absolutely weird, as same as she felt towards you.

you wanted to give in for more. you wanted to pull her closer with the force, wanted to spend way more time with her as you did now. perhaps those were the reasons why you even started doing these ‘trainings’ with her?

full of disappointment, you tried to stand up, but rey’ hand quickly caught your shoulder, slowing sinking you back into your place with tenderness and softness at the same time. her hand felt warm, as if it was touch of the jakku sun, tickling your sensitive skin with glow of itself.

“one more. you need more patience.” her dark, deep gorgeous eyes with sparkling agitation looked at you, moving closer and almost sitting next to you.

she was too close. almost too close for a person who was just teaching you force and the ways of it.

rey slightly smiles, watching you carefully again with hint of something else. as you also watch her, you notice how her smile changes into more of a smirk, as she suddenly bites her lip.

your cheeks flush with redness at this little action, as if she just kissed you. but you wish she did. oh…

“rey.. i—“

“do a one more for me, will you?” she asks, biting the inside of her cheek instead now, her voice seeming to shift to some strange flirtation and purring.

but you adore it. you love it, you love the way she looks at you now, with how much interest she gives into your whole presence, with how much love and excitement she does. indeed, you feel the same way. but you also want more. want more for desire you have in your trust for her and feelings for her right now. as if you even need more.

rey strangely moves closer to you, still holding your shoulder, but now more tightly, as if she afraid of letting you go.

you can even feel her scent, the scent of the breeze with sea water, mixed with the ingrained odour of the soft sun, which strangely still stopped and felt on her skin. how could you even forget such scent? how could you forget her?

how could you ever forget the way her hair still shine on the good weather with the sun, as the sun was fully and truly representing her beauty? how you even forget the way her smile flushes you and makes you nervous every time? how could you forget the way she looks at you anytime you glance at her? those gazes felt like a reward even if it was small.

“teach me more then.” you say, your voice sounding way lower now, merging with the whispering sound of wind and breeze.

as soon as your words sound off like that from your lips, her soft, as if silly but sweet chuckle could be heard. she doesn’t say a word after that, only comes even closer that your noses are brushing against each other. you notice how she shivers slightly after that, as well as you do.

silence and the whole lonely presence of this planet fulfills both of you. you swear that the sound of her heartbeat could be heard, but maybe it was some sort of force bonding between you too? even if it was like it, you still could feel her beauty and presence overwhelming you.

and then it all snaps, as she softly, but quickly with sudden presses her lips against yours. they’re heated, hot, warm. they’re plump and taste like eatable silk, like a begonia or pom at their blooming time. your expectation of how rey could kiss didn’t fail you, indeed, it impressed. her whole kiss which she gifted you felt like heaven, like a sun embracing you and giving you all the warmth it could, that you needed.

as you deepen the kiss, her hands cuddle your waist, bring you in and close even more. this all feels unreal, immortal and even ethereal as she was. and you love it, you love her.

even despite your expectations about her shyness, when you were talking, she might have shown herself differently. but given her courage to kiss you now - it was surprising and revealing, especially because you were expecting and wanting it.

you bury your hands gently in her hair, pulling it back slightly casually, causing a languorous gasp to escape her lips.

afterwards her partial shyness seems to return, but it doesn’t displace her flirtation and desire to be near you longer. rey just gradually, as if unwillingly breaks the kiss as she looks at you after. her eyes sparkle.

“do you wanna get back to training?” she asks, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. her voice low, as if you too were sharing secrets instead of your feelings.

“not really..”

she laughs after your words, spreading into a smile, then leans back into your lips again, this time with much more passion.

seems like she doesn’t wanna get back to training neither…

phewww!!! my first fic on tumblr ever, never thought i’d post here anything, but yeah. dunno if ever will be a writer of such fics

hope y’all will enjoy, because i AM a rey lover and proud of it. also i’m sad ash there is not enough fluffs with her or any content bro ;((

tysm for reading <3