#harry in sweats

[isagrimorie]

Voyager is our Home.

[placeboelysium]

I'm so sorry to whoever most definitely did this already but I have not seen it yet

(credits to @hadrosoh for coming up with the usernames because I could not)

Also I have so many WIPs rn bear with me

[paleyonder]

CONCEPTUALISATION - If real darkness wears love for a face, then what does the sunrise wear? In a life spent surrounded by death, what funeral shroud could light possibly call its cloak?

SHIVERS - HOPE.

yippeee @palestaticexchange gift for @thegrimreaperisanerd ! fanart of their fic “Imprinting,” very good highly recommend

[lovefromremus]

wolfstar kissing

Sirius, breaking away: Remus what are you doing with your hands?

Remus: they're on your waist?

Sirius: do I look like a nun? Put them somewhere useful.

[harrywavycurly]

I just know a One Direction reunion would fix about 99% of the issues in my life.

[o-wyrmlight]

Hey.

Kim teaching Harry how to skateboard and Harry teaching Kim how to roller skate.

Harry thinks he fucking sucks at first because Kim gets the hang of roller skating pretty quickly. As it turns out, skateboarding is a lot harder than roller skating.

I don’t know where I’m going with this. Um. Kim still prefers skateboarding because of the technical aspect and risk factor but he’s surprised he enjoys how chill roller skating is.

Harry enjoys skateboarding because a) time with Kim as a teacher and b) oh wow a challenge? Your physical instrument loves challenges. You will conquer this with the force of your—what do you mean this is more the centipede’s thing? Holy shit no wonder Kim’s so cool

[hazzasgayvodka]

harry teasing the shit out of her (like eating her out SLOWLY, circling her nipples but never with his mouth, uses a vibrator on her but at the lowest level) and finally gives in and fucks her HARD for hourssss. 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 this would make my day

jeSUS harry would literally be the BIGGEST tease and you can't tell me otherwise

he would literally tie your hands to the headboard so fast so you can't push him away or do anything about his incessant teasing.

"Harry please," you beg, your chest heaving, "This is getting ridiculous."

He smirks, looking up from between your legs, his mouth slick, just as his tongue pushes past his lips and licks once across your center, as slowly and torturously as possible.

"Are you not enjoying yourself, sweetheart?" He questions, a certain taunting fire burning in his eyes.

"I would be enjoying myself more if you would get on with it." You spit, getting closer to the end of your rope with every bit of edging.

He simply laughs, pulling his mouth away from you and planting his hands on either side of your head, hovering over you. You feel your breath catch in your throat as his lips trail delicate kisses across the span of your neck. He lifts one hand from the mattress, tracing over your nipple with the tip of his finger, causing goosebumps to form on every inch of your skin. You keep waiting for the sensation of his mouth, but it never comes, and instead you open your eyes the second you hear the familiar tone of buzzing.

He's kneeling back on his heels, the bright pink vibrator grasped in his right hand and a devilish smirk plastered on his mouth.

"Harry-"

"Hush pet," He says sternly, placing the vibrator right where you need him most, "And don't take that tone with me."

You heave out a moan at the contact, your entire body squeezing in on itself as your brain repeats his words in that deliciously condescending tone over and over again.

"Is this getting on with it enough for you?" He taunts, pressing the vibrator directly against your clit with a wicked smile.

You feel your insides start to twist but it's just not enough, he definitely has the stupid vibrator set on the lowest setting just to edge you even further, "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

You swat at his hand trying to get him to speed it up or move it all together but it only makes him more persistent. You feel your stomach tightening, climbing towards that climax, yet falling short every time. You don't know how much more teasing you can take before you shatter from overstimulation.

"Harry please," You beg, your voice coming out raw, "Please, it's too much."

He grins maliciously, pressing the vibrator against you once again, making you cry out as your eyes roll back in your head, "What do you want darling?" He asks, "I want to hear you beg for it."

His words alone are almost enough to push you over the precipice and you're cursing his name as his eyes rake over you awaiting your response, "I want you to," You pant, your words dying out the longer you hold his intense gaze, "I want..."

"Go ahead darling," He grins, pinching your nipple between his fingers, "Tell me what you want me to do to you. I want to hear it."

"Fuck, Harry," You gasp, your core tightening with his words, "I want you to, fuck-"

"You want me to fuck what exactly? Hmm?" He taunts, removing the vibrator from your sensitive bud and instead leaning down between your thighs again, "You want me to fuck you? Is that it?"

You nod your head vigorously, not trusting yourself to form words as his tongue licks up your center again, painstakingly slow and gentle. Your hands flex against the restraints holding you to the headboard as you imagine grabbing his head and shoving it against yourself to finally get some relief.

He chuckles as he pulls away from you, his lips slick again and a single string of saliva connecting his lips to you, "I said I want to hear it," He says sternly, reaching up to grab your chin with his thumb, "Let me hear it, darling."

You take a steadying breath, unable to break contact with his intense stare, "I want you to fuck me."

"Good girl," He grins, "Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

Your face heats with his words, that spot between your legs aching, and you barely have a second to breathe before he's thrusting his length into you. You cry out into his shoulder, your hands flexing against the restraints holding you in place.

"Fuck," He moans, his arms already shaking, "You feel so fucking good, darling."

Your stomach is already twisting, that familiar fire set ablaze in the pit of it as small moans and whimpers fall past your lips with every thrust. Your mind is shattering, your eyes clenched shut, your vision white as you ride out your high. Your breath is panting out from your mouth in labored heaves and suddenly everything is amplified. The once-dim lights are too bright, the air too hot, the mixture of both of your moans too loud.

"Harry," You wheeze, "It's too much-"

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" He growls, his thrusts quickening, his grip on your hips tightening to keep you in place, "Wanted me to fuck you, right darling? Wanted to cum for me?"

You watch as his hand reaches between the two of you, his finger tips circling that oversensitive bud in time with his relentless thrusts into you. You cry out, your back arching, your core aching as your legs start to shake again.

"You practically begged me to fuck you," He grins devilishly, grabbing your ass roughly and flipping you onto your front, your face shoved into the mattress to stifle your whimpers, "I'll decide when you've had enough, darling."

*my face after posting this knowing i might have taken it too far*

[poitionsprince]

A Jeverus fanfiction where Severus gets an internship with Fleamont over the summer after graduating Hogwarts.

While that goes on James is sure that Severus is trying to flirt with his dad to spite him for how he was treated by him in Hogwarts.

Severus is just being nice because this is a big opportunity for him + Fleamont is not an a-hole for no reason like his son and James gets jealous for it.

[galaxythreads]

i'm locking everyone who writes about abusive parents and their kids (regardless of age) in a room until they can write a storyline that ends without

the abuse being explained away or not "actually having been abuse, they were trying to protect you or insert bs excuse here"

the abusive parent child reconciling

the child is somehow at fault for not having considered their parents emotions and catering to them. yknow. as a child.

"they just couldn't reach out to you the way you needed :( sorry. He'll do better now! it actually had nothing to do with you and all the years of your life you felt ignored and belittled actually all had to do with him, and better forgive and forget!

the child having to make up because their kids "deserve to have grandparents" (not these grandparents)

emotional abuse/neglect being treated as a lesser form of abuse because it didn't leave physical wounds

moms are somehow less accountable for abuse because she's a girl and all moms are magical beings who can't be abusive somehow. (this is false)

[didhewinkback]

Something to Dream About

a/n: hiiiya! shout out to the legends @harry-on-broadway @hslllot @harrysblackcoat for the sweetandspicyficchallenge, using the above pic as a prompt. this was intended to be sweet. and is instead....so spicy. part of the Something Old universe, taking place the morning after part 3. click the link to catch up on the story. lmk what you think!

warnings: smut smut smut; word count: 1.3k

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Harry had a lot of thoughts going into this weekend. Mostly panic. Mostly the instinct telling him to run as fast as he can and then the other instinct to shut that instinct up. Trying to convince himself that dread in his gut that he’s felt the last several months is a result of a lifetime of commitment issues. That ignoring it and pushing forward is actually brave and right instead of cowardly and wrong, like it feels. 

He’d imagined a million scenarios in hopes that the universe would make the decision for him - food poisoning, the venue double books and cancels the wedding, Erin decides they’re too young and asks to push the wedding back a year or 10, the Brits get scheduled for the same weekend and tell him he’ll be permanently banned unless he’s there in person. 

He’d honestly have believed any of those scenarios were more realistic than the one he currently finds himself in. Laying here in bed naked next to you. The woman he’s loved his entire life. A thought that sends a jolt through him. 

He just had sex with his best mate who he’s in love with. And who is in love with him.  

It should scare the shit out of him, make him kick himself for years of not being able to see what was right in front of him, make him panic about the mess he left behind, how his phone has been turned off since the call he made to Jeff on the way to your room. It should make him dread the thought of facing those he hurt, how to begin to figure out how to navigate this while protecting what he’s building with you. 

And it does and it will. 

But right now, as he tightens his arm around your waist, pulling you even closer against his chest, your naked bodies lining up just so, he really can’t be bothered. 

All he’s done these last few months is think and overanalyze and try to force away his emotions to do what is expected. And right now? Right now, he just wants to feel. 

He presses kisses in a line up your shoulder, skin warm from the blankets covering you, pausing his ministrations to whisper in your ear: “Wake up, please.”

You shift a bit, snuffling as you bury your head into the pillows, a cute sound that makes his heart clench. Then he thinks about the other sounds you were making a few hours earlier and arousal pools in his stomach, feeling himself getting hard as he sucks a kiss to your neck. Thinking about the flush that bloomed down your neck as you took him in your mouth, how your nails scratched against his back while he fucked you –

“Please,” he whispers, nearly jumping out of his skin when your eyelids flutter open, your hand sliding up and into his hair, pulling slightly as he groans. 

“Harry,” you moan out, voice still deep from sleep. His hips thrust up against your perfect ass as he bites down on your shoulder. 

“‘M right here, right here” he whispers needlessly, pulling his hand away from your stomach as he props it on the bed, bringing himself to hover over you as you lay back, your hand dropping to your side.

The sight of you takes his breath away. Sleepy eyes will be the death of him as he sees you look him up and down, his eyes doing the same as they travel down your naked form, relishing in the opportunity to take his time and just stare. You smirk at him, stretching your arms over your head as you arch your back. He bites down on his lip as he stares at you. Helpless to do anything else but just gape at your beauty. He’s so lucky. Fuck. 

He dives down to kiss you, making it deep from the start, his hand curling around your wrist when you moan into his mouth. He kisses you until he can’t breathe, pulling away to plant kisses across your cheekbone, desperate to have his lips on you at all times. Desperate to have you keep sighing his name like that.

He pulls back to stare at you, feeling his heart about to burst with emotion. God, he loves you. And he loves your face. He’s content to just lay here and stare at it, hard on be damned. 

“You’re staring,” you whisper, your free hand coming up to rest at the nape of his neck, goosebumps blooming at your touch.

“I just -” He pauses, words failing him once again. The way you’re looking at him has rendered him speechless. “There’s just nowhere I’d rather be than right here.”

“Oh, Harry –” 

He cuts you off with a kiss, his tongue gliding over yours in a way that has your fingernails digging into his neck. He bites down on your lip before pulling away.

“Actually, there is one place I’d rather be.” he muses, ducking down to kiss a line down your throat, his tongue slipping out every so often to taste the skin.

“Oh yeah? Where’s that?” you ask breathlessly. 

He pauses for a moment, grinning against your neck at how affected you sound. He knows he could make a joke right now, say some cheesy low budget porno line for a bit of banter to make you laugh. It’s what happens so naturally between the two of you and he loves it. But he’s overwhelmed by pure and blinding need, as he bites down on your neck. He loves making you laugh. Right now, he wants to make you scream.  

He starts to kiss a line down your throat, sucking a mark on your collarbone as he brings one hand to the outer edge of your thigh, pulling wide to make room for him to settle in between. A gasp hitches in your throat and he groans against your skin, kissing down your sternum. He pauses to suck your nipple into his mouth, kneading at your thigh as he switches sides to lick at the other one, living for the soft moans falling from your lips. 

His mouth trails down your stomach, tongue darting out to lick at the skin, desperate to taste all of you. His brain feels hazy, unable to focus on anything but the feel of your body in his hands, against his lips, the sounds you’re making quickly becoming his favorite symphony. 

He looks up at you and it takes everything in him not to come on the spot. You’re wrecked. Pupils blown wide, chest heaving, a flush creeping up your neck, bottom lip swollen from how hard you’re biting at it. 

“Can I?” he murmurs against your skin.

“Yes. Please. H. Please.” you practically beg. He bites down on your hip with a groan, in disbelief that this is real. That you want him as bad as you want him. 

“Want y’ so bad,” he moans out, “You’re unreal, baby. I can’t believe –”

He cuts himself off, sucking a mark below your belly button before planting his hands on the bed and sliding down, bringing himself face to face with your glistening center. He groans into the skin of your thigh, planting a kiss there before hooking it over his shoulder and doing the same with the other. 

He grabs your hips, taking a deep breath before pulling you into him as he dives in, moaning the second he gets a mouthful of you. His desperation gives him tunnel vision as his sole focus becomes making you come undone on his tongue, driving his hips into the mattress when you slide your hand into his hair and pull. 

Heat sears through him as he mindlessly mumbles praise against your core. He’s overwhelmed by your taste and your smell and how much he fucking loves you and loves fucking you. A line you would give him so much shit for if you weren’t moaning his name the way you are now. 

He was right, you know. There really is nowhere else he’d rather be.

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[short666bread]

Clone Scorpius

[apple-spider-vinegar]

Not a Norman Osborn Apologist or a Norman Osborn Hater but a secret third thing

[pridesobright]

COLORFUL & BRIGHT — A Harry Styles Calendar · 2/12

please, do not repost · you can find the calendar on my etsy shop ·

[the-heartlines]

|  jacegan boxer aesthetic | 

 [day 2: sweat for #jaceganweek2023] 

"blood and salt mixed, running down the planes and muscles of his body. his little twink was no longer...well, a twink, but an agile fighter; a spit-fire little dragon. cregan would have to remind of who was his alpha."

[braisedhoney]

quietly sticks small gold star stickers on each and every one of the funny little characters i can’t stop drawing. each sticker says “special little guy” with varying levels of cartoon hearts.

[theshadowrealmitself]

I am currently thinking about Spiderman au’s where people think Spider-Man’s secret identity is Harry Osborn

And usually when I see people talk about them or when I myself talk about them, there’s 2 versions of it with slight alterations: (1) it’s like pre-goblin or no-goblin Harry who doesn’t know Peter’s secret, he’s just being a good friend and stuff’s accidentally happening around him, or (2) it’s Harry who does knows Peter’s secret and is contributing to the rumors either on purpose or accidentally while knowingly covering up for Peter

But! Instead of thinking about those two versions, I’m thinking about either goblin Harry or just during a time when Peter and Harry’s friendship is on the rocks because of Peter’s weird behavior (from hiding a secret identity) and during that people start thinking Spider-Man’s actually Harry Osborn

Khgfddl now I’m thinking about Harry finding out about the rumors and being like “Is this why you’ve been acting odd around me lately, Petey? I swear I’m not Spiderman”