Imagine Sirius enjoying to make you blush by calling you “Kitten”. You were sitting in the great hall for breakfast. Still beyond tired, you grabbed your mug like you’d fall over the second you’d let go. That was until a certain someone slid on the seat next to you. “Morning, Kitten. Had a long night?”. He grinned at you cheerfully, but when he noticed how your head snapped in his direction, a puzzled look crossed his face. “Y/N? Are you okay?” “I uh.. yeah sure”, you croaked out, wide awake now, trying anything to prevent him from seeing the blush that was creeping across your cheeks. Pursing his lips, while looking at you, you were certain that he knew what was up, but he still couldn’t resist to tease you a bit further. “I don’t know, Kitten. You don’t look too well. Want me to bring you back to the dorms?”, he said, while placing a hand on your shoulder. “I’m.. I.. Thank you.. I think I can.. I can make it alone though” You were cursing yourself for the effect his words had on you, not that you didn’t already try to put yourself together when he was around, but the nickname literally gave you the rest. Sirius however enjoyed the way your eyes tried to avoid him while a soft shade of pink caressed your face. He was trying to make a move on you since what felt like forever, while you seemed to not even notice the efford he was putting in trying to get closer to you. Be it the energy from his decent night’s sleep just a few minutes ago, or the fact that you finally showed some affection towards him, he decided to get a bit more forward with you from on. Placing his larger hand on top of yours, he lifted his other hand to your face, forcing you to look at him. “You know, the more I think about it.. I think you should better stay, Kitten”
Y/N hasn’t left his side since he found her a week ago and he can’t say it’s the worst thing. Sure, she can be a menace and an absolute nuisance at times, and she eats all of his food, but she expresses her gratitude in his saving and feeding her by protecting him, whether it be from seedy burglars or a raccoon that had scampered in through his open patio door. And he can’t say the company isn’t nice either, since he’d never liked being alone in the first place.
“Harry,” she begins, voice soft, low, and borderline monotone that drags him from his reverie, and he looks towards where she sits besides him on the couch, “I’m bored. Can we go to the grocery store?”
His brows furrow, “We went yesterday, what could you possibly need from the grocery store?”
“Milk, please.” She stands up and grabs his keys, her gestural way of saying that she is going with or without him, “And Little Debbie.”
Y/N is 100% not a human
(this is part 1 of a small little series I’ll be writing in between one shots!!)
Girl we need to discuss a thing. Think about it. Don't you know...when Harry is in *that* mood..daddy, being a little shit. KNOWING the orgasm he can give you & your body is his. He's above you, constantly watching your face. Egging you on. Cocky smirk. Slight nodding of his head, smug AF. "Mhm...I know what spot it is, don't I, pet?" Your eyes wide when you look up at him & nod. His cock so relentless in his strokes. "Go on then, my sweet girl," Dimples pop. "Putty in m'hands, aren't yeh."
But the face he would make at you… that smirk, the one that’s so incredibly cocky it makes you want to slap him and fuck him all at the same time. The same smirk that falters when you pulse around him every time he hits the spot he’s talking about, the same smirk that disappears when his mouth falls open in awe as he watches your body positively shiver underneath him as he keeps ramming up into you - ramming, yes, cause every time he’d slow down his hips you’d ask him to go harder.
“That’s the spot, innit? Right here?” He asks you, mouth open when he watches your back arch and a tear run down your cheek, every sensation a bit too much but you welcome all of it. “Gonna cum, aren’t yeh? Can feel it… feel it on my cock.”
And all you can do is nod before gasping for breath, your nails digging into his bicep when he reaches between you and presses his fingers to your clit. “C’mon now, pet. Cum. Make a mess outta m’ cock, c’mon…”
And then he’s smirking again, watching you shut incoherent words mixed in with his name while your fingers almost rip the sheets when you fight against the intensity of your climax.
“Did good, didn’t I? Fucked yeh so good… ” He’d say with a that insufferable smirk and you whine, rolling your hips up. “Gonna make yeh cum again.”
And that is a ticket for another earth shattering orgasm, every single one he gives you paired with a cocky smile that let’s you know all the yelling and thrashing and moaning you’re doing are confirming to him something you already knew - only he can fuck you this good.
I can so picture Harry being a little shit like right before bed he plants a kiss on top of ur head, eyes, nose and lips, but when ur about to settle down he swoops down and plants two kisses to ur boobs they ur (his) tee with his little giggle he does
And you’ve got to swat him away while he settles in. “Quit it! You’re such a fucking–”
“’Cause I love yeh, that’s why.”
And all you can do is harrumph and he smirks with his eyes closed.
This took me ages but here i go…..These are some of my favourite narry moments sexual tension/flirting/cute moments on stage. I’m gonna focus ‘on stage’ this time 👀😉
Remember Niall giving Harry flowers and waiting for a kiss…..Imagine 2015 Harry missing a chance like this lmao
Niall and Harry getting ready for a ‘chest bump’ is that the name? Anyway, Harry was ready but Niall had other ideas….he just wanted to hold Harry….relatable 😧
When the “narry serenading each other” was barely a thing.
Harry and Niall dancing to a song….or attempting to. This is one of my favourite moments tbh. Just them being idiots together….and the dance is…..ridiculous 😰
The beautiful moment when Niall is passing by and he gets distracted for a moment because he can’t stop staring at Harry…..ME TOO NEIL ME TOO 😍
A common thing: The boys trying to get their attention because they’re too distracted *cough* in love *cough*
Now that we’re talking about “distractions” what about those times Niall was being a little shit provoking horny Harry….everything was peachy 🍑
AAND don’t forget this one..
Remember that iconic moment when Niall’s bum actually touched Harry’s dick…..This is the nasty shit they were doing back then…I mean same Harry 👀🙊
The ballroom dancing night……One of the hottest moments ever. Niall was literally on top of him….remember the ‘Niall’s always on top", thank you Harry we finally understand. I C O N I C ❤👬👏
Harry checking Niall out. Niall loves the attention ❤
Speaking of checking out, Niall being a hoe because he knows Harry loves it. He’s looking at Harry making sure he notices when he looks at his dick. What was he trying to say? I think we all now tbh 👀🙊🍑😛
When it comes to narry the 'serenading’ is an important concept. These are Harry and Niall singing to each other #INVESTIGATEYOU&I 👀👀👀👀
Even more when this is clearly an inside joke 😉😉
I hate them 😧🙊👀
Harry telling Niall that he loves him deserves a mention because honestly I’m 10 years younger by just watching this precious, spontaneous moment 😭👬💔
Speaking of iconic moments we all talk about how Harry said he’d do Niall in front of thousands of people, in front of their own families, but we never pay attention to their individual reactions after that confession (because we all know Harry wasn’t kidding). When any other guy would freak out or be shocked after that Niall just out there flirting with Harry biting and then puckering his lips and I’m pretty sure he said he’d do Harry too but the mic didn’t catch that 👂
That was someone Harry clearly enjoyed..
Zayn noticing Niall and Harry dynamic. Niall trying to play it cool
Zayn doesn’t fall for that
Zayn teases Niall about it and Niall becomes this nervous teenager with a crush 👀
*Niall and Harry harmonizing* *Harry looks at Niall*
*Niall fonding over Harry telling him to sing and laughing at him* *harry…..*
*Harry can’t stop smiling* *harry….nuts*
You know how we all talk about Harry loving Mullingar? Well in this case we’ll talk about Harry and Niall giving some love to Holmes Chappel. Niall out of nowhere talking about driving around Harry’s hometown.
I’m Zayn. Waiting for them to finish….
This is also another “we’re in our own bubble” moment. If you watch the video you can hear Louis telling them to introduce the fucking song already lmao.Harry was ready for the snogh though 😉❤👬👌
Before I Knewby 0bscurum(Rated M) He needs her name and status to climb his way back up the societal ladder, she needs his money and cunning nature to further her philanthropic ambitions. To get what they want they’ll have to work together. [Dramione. Lots of fluff, a little drama, a dash of angst, and as many fun tropes as I can manage.]
“Face it, Granger,” he said, his tone lower, “you need me.”
Any sympathy she’d just gained for him vanished. “If you think for one—”
“And—” he jumped, and she saw his Adam’s apple bob. “And I… need this.”
Written and recommended by nxrcissamxlfoy Categories: Post Hogwarts,Forced Co-workers, Redeemed Draco Type: Multi-chap, WIP Why should people read it: Read it for a good mix of fluff & drama, and for all of your favorite tropes rolled into one fic. Read it because it has Draco dealing with muggle office supplies, Hermione singing karaoke, Ginny being a general badass, and Harry being the little shit we know and love. Read it for background Lavender x Parvati, Ron x Susan, for Dennis Creevey and Astoria Greengrass getting some screen time.
Harry teaching is my ultimate okay. Nerdy dorky 25 year old Harry who has seen so many of the horrors that the world has to offer going back to Hogwarts because it’s his home.
Teacher Harry who wears bobbly sweaters all year round with a crooked tie and comfortable suit trousers because why the shit would he wear robes?
Teacher Harry who gets REALLY SUPER INTO quidditch games and is constantly borrowing Luna’s lion hat
Teacher Harry being a smug little sassy shit to literally anyone who gave him shit.
Teacher Harry reading the quibbler upside down in the DADA classroom wearing Luna’s huge purple glasses over his own and knowing he looks mad a loving the look on the kids faces when they see him.
Teacher Harry who has tea with Neville and biscuits with McGonagall and talks about the postcard he got from his friends who are in Spain for a holiday.
Teacher Harry who lets Luna paint the ceiling of his class room because it has so many bad memories and he wants the room to mean learning and love of magic and he knows no better person to help him with that.
Teacher Harry who is just so relaxed in his calm, safe, normal life and has holidays with his girlfriend and his best friends and has dinners with Minerva and has to see Molly heaps and his biggest issue is keeping his hair under control.
Teacher Harry who is loved and respected, not for what he did, but because he’s just the best teacher ever okay I know he looks like a huge nerd but give him a chance.
my thighs are so ticklish and i can just imagine Harry being the little shit he is taking advantage of that
okay adding onto the tickle fight; you’re attempting to wiggle out of his grip, you have tears streaming down your face from laughing so hard, he’s laughing and smiling so wide his face must hurt. you manage to get out “fuck you Harry!” through the laughter and then he stops and says “oi! I know ya don’t mean that, love.”
He’s straddling you, so you can’t really go anywhere at this point, and you’re cursing him for being so strong because his hands are both working at your thighs and waist and you STILL can’t manage to get free!
“Fuck you, Harry!”
He stops, feigning offense, and frowns.
“Oi! I know y’don’t mean that, love! S’not a very nice thing to say to your boyfriend.”
Still trying to catch your breath, you shake your head.
“Well you’re being very mean right now!”
“I’m bein’ mean? Was just tryin’ to get you to smile for me, love.”
“And this is the only way you could think to do it?”
He stops, thinking for a second, and then his entire body is covering yours and his mouth is on your neck and he’s leaving wet, sloppy kisses everywhere and blowing raspberries all over your skin, causing you to laugh even harder.
“S’this better?” he asks, voice mumbled.
“No!” you gasp, “Harry, stop! Please!”
He finally leans up - his hair wild and messy around his face - causing you to smile at his condition, despite your best efforts to pout at him. He grins, finally giving you a proper kiss.
“You’re smilin’ though,” he announces, “S’all I really wanted.”
He gives you one more poke in the ribs, causing you to squeal, before sitting up and drawing you to his body so he can cuddle you for real, watching for any movements from you that may suggest that you’re plotting your revenge…
P.S: Every time people send me tickle-related blurbs, I feel it necessary to dedicate them to @trulymadlysydney. This one’s for you, Syd! <3