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basiatlu · 5 months
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Day 27: Costume
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Pansy and Hermione decide to set up our boys in a special couple’s costume for the Halloween party - unbeknownst to them, of course.
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dapperbeetledraws · 2 months
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draco blamed harry's growth spurt on the reason why he couldn't stop looking up at harry these days...
harry blamed draco's longer hair for the reason why he couldn't look away lately...
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ph-cutie · 2 months
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realized his hair is officially long enough for cute hairstyles
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I'm going to say something absolutely controversial:
Severus is neither particularly short, nor particularly tall.
He's just your average, 5'9"-ish guy.
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cryptiduni · 9 months
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loser lesbians
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ryllen · 1 year
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i have to get this out of my system
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hsgucci94 · 2 years
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Her first
Summary: The one where Y/N joins One Direction on tour and decides to lose it to Harry.
Content warnings: first-time sex, fluff, ~ you might actually fall in love ~.
Word count: 2k
A/N: i’m a sucker for cute long hair harry, so in my mind this took place in 2015, while One Direction was still on tour :’)
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Harry's lips tasted like candy..., maybe because they were so pink and fluffy, or maybe because he had just been eating some of the one Y/N bought from the candy shop around the corner. Either way, his lips were addictive, and she always found herself gluing them to hers whenever she had the chance.
Another day, another kissing session, and she was not complaining at all. Ever since she joined One Direction on tour a couple of weeks back, neither her or Harry had been able to stay away from one another for too long. They ate, walked everywhere and practically spent their days together. The only two moments along the day where they weren't inseparable were when he was onstage and when they both went to sleep. They'd been together for four months now, but so far, they hadn't taken it further than kissing. They hadn't had the chance to just yet. In fact, this was the first time they were kissing in such an intimate place: his bedroom.
Parks, friends' parties, and even backstage: they had kissed almost everywhere, but always open-pit. Which was something that came to Y/N’s mind the moment he rested his hand on top of her knee. Nothing he hadn't done before, but when he had, there were people around and in that moment none was.
“I…,” she gulped, suddenly pulling away from him. She bit the inside of her cheek while she looked away. Her heart started beating hard against her chest, resounding through her ears.
Harry frowned, quickly fixing his posture, as well as the noticeable boner that had started growing in his jeans, "ls everything alright, baby?"
She could feel her cheeks turning red, while her anxiety was slowly but intensely making an appearance after days of barely hearing from her. She would have lied and told him she was fine, but the sweat in the palms of her hands and her sudden stutter gave it away before she could come up with an excuse.
"Y/N?" he softly spoke, both scared and concerned, "What's wrong?"
"I... l'Il come by later."
"No," he carefully wrapped his hand around her wrist, keeping her sat on the bed, "Tell me, please. I can't let you leave the room like this," he gulped, "Did I... do something?"
No... Yes? The whole situation was embarrassing to the core, she thought to herself.
"I, um-" she bit the inside of her cheek so hard she made herself bleed, "This level of intimacy... I've never gone further than a few steamy kisses, Harry. And now you, um, you're getting a bit excited down there and...", she could only murmur those words, unable to bring her voice to sound normal while she mouthed them out.
For a split second he just stood there, looking at her, until he finally understood what exactly she was trying to say. His eyes opened slightly, his lips parted, before a relieved sigh escaped from them. The corners of his mouth curled into a smile.
"Oh, God... You almost gave me a heart attack, Y/N." He chuckled, shaking his head. Her cheeks were now even more red if posible. He noticed them; it was hard not to. "It's me, baby." Harry reminded her, "No need to feel embarrassed."
"But it is embarrassing,” she replied, still fighting to get her voice back to its normal tone.
"Why?," he frowned.
"Because..., because I'm inexperienced, Harry."
"So? Listen," he then stretched one of his hands for her, his palm showing, and when she put hers on top of it, he smiled, "I like you, I thought it was obvious?" a shy smiled appeared on her face, "You're dead gorgeous, funny, sweet and caring, just to sum up. I couldn't care less wether you were a virgin or not, trust me. It's fine by me either way," he assured her.
He had kind of got the hint a few days back anyway, when she suggested sleeping in separate rooms. Somehow he was just waiting for her to tell him with complete confidence. He thought they had already reached that point in their relationship where they both could practically talk about anything, but he might had been a bit wrong.
She looked him in the eyes, but didn't say a word.
"You don't believe me, do you?”, he giggled, and she didn't contradict him, which was enough for him to know she actually didn't.
It was not exactly that she didn't believe his words, she just found it hard to understand he didn't care as much as she did about her non existent sexual experience. She was 21 years old and still hadn't shared that type of intimacy with anyone. There was no way he didn't think weird of her, she thought, but apparently he didn't.
"Okay, I know what we're gonna do. From now on, you set the pace. We will kiss, cuddle or whatever whenever you want to and you feel like it. You wanna hold my hand? Feel free to do it. You wanna lay on my chest and play with my hair? You're more than welcome to. Intimacy is not just sex, baby, is everything. It's a closeness in attraction and appeal of thought, emotion and physical language. All three, actually, not just the last one, which we can forget about for now. How does that sound?"
By the time he stopped talking she was speechless, too caught off guard from all he had previously said and how good his words made her feel.
"Y/N?”, he called her, trying to get her to say something. Anything, really. Instead of trying to form a coherent sentence, something she was just not able to do after hearing him talk, she looked down at hers and Harry's hand glued together and entwined her fingers with his, slightly squeezing them as an answer.
"What if..., what if I told I was ready?"
"Then I'd kiss you like I was a few minutes ago and l'd try my best to make you feel good," he said, "Sex is fun. And when you feel ready, we can try it together. But don't feel pressured to do anything you're not comfortable with, okay?"
She nodded, and he brought her to him, her head now resting on his shoulder. "I really wanna do it, though," she admitted.
"Won't you rather wait a bit?"
"A bit more you mean?" she lifted her face to look at him, giggling, and making him giggle as well.
"Are you sure about this? I don't mind-," she didn't let him finish, and pressed her lips against his instead. "Alright, got it," he chuckled, "C'mere."
He grabbed her hand, and walked them both to the side of the bed, where they stood in front one another as they both carefully stripped down their clothes, their eyes constantly fixed on the other.
"Fuck, you're perfect, Y/N. Every inch of you is," he murmured, his eyes going up and down her body as she simply stayed there, not even having the urge to cover her skin with her arms because she was not feeling uncomfortable at all. Harry was looking at her as someone would look at art in a museum, entirely taking in the sight of her that was in front of him: her chest, her waist, her belly button, the scar right under her hips…, everything.
When she laid on the mattress, he did, too.
"I need you to spread your legs for me. That's right," he smiled at her when she did, his hands on the inside of her tights to keep them open while he positioned between them.
When he was at her entrance, he checked with her one more time to see if she still wanted to go on, and when she gave him a nod, it wasn't enough for him, "I need to hear you say it."
"Yes", she replied, a nervous smile between her lips, and that's how he got the green light.
"It's gonna hurt a bit, baby... I'Il try ease the pain, though.” When she felt him inside her, she momentarily held her breath. "I need you to relax," he murmured, pressing their foreheads together, "Play with my curls, yeah? I know you love that. Get distracted with them, while you keep on looking at me so I can read your face at every move. Can you do that for me?”
She nodded, burying one of her hands in his hair, the other grabbing a piece of bedsheet to pull at whenever the pressure hit harder. He leaned in to kiss her, pressing his lips to hers before moving them somewhere else as he got deeper into her, always being careful not to be too harsh with every movement; he didn't want to hurt her.
He used his kisses as a distraction, to make the whole process feel less uncomfortable and painful for her. He left them on her neck and on her collarbone. In the back of her ear as well, where he soon learnt she had a soft spot that made her slightly shiver whenever his lips brushed against it. Soft movements and calculated thrusts helped him navigate inside of her until he reached his final destination, his body slightly shivering on top of hers when he did. His head fell on Y/N, his long hair tickling her cheeks while his face was hidden in the crook of her neck.
He then moved his head up and looked at her, "You did so good, baby." She blushed a bit. "I promise it'll only get better from now on," he pressed his lips to hers, making her smile mid-kiss. He slowly pulled out of her, murmuring a few "Sorry, baby.…. I'm sorry," whenever she made a grimace. She was still a bit too sensitive.
Harry got ride of the condom, before laying next to her on the bed, one of his arms grabbing her by her waist to turn her to him, her face now just inches away from his.
"How are you feeling?"
Y/N smiled at him, caressing his cheek, "I'm achy, but I'm okay." He nodded, smiling too, and kissed her lips again.
"I need you to go to the bathroom and make sure you pee. I'll wait for you right here to cuddle." He then moved his body a bit to let her out of bed.
A few steps later, she was already sat on toilet. She hadn't even bothered to switch on the light; it was going to be quick. She smirked, casually realising what had just happened a few seconds back.
"And that, folks, is how you lose your V-card to Harry Styles," she shouted. She heard his hysterical laugh right away, which only made her smile bigger.
"Hurry back, you crazy woman. I want cuddles!"
When she went back to bed, he anxiously pulled her to him, locking his legs with hers. His cock slightly brushed against her leg, but she pretended she didn't feel it. Instead, she focused on his embrace, on his emerald green eyes and his rosey lips that adorably smiled at her.
"Can I sleep here with you tonight?”, she said after some time, enjoying the closeness she was experiencing with someone for the first time.
"Tonight and every night if you wish," he replied, kissing her on the forehead, "I'd hate to see you leave to your room one more night."
"I'd hate to leave, too," she admitted.
"That's it, then, it's been settled: as of right now, we'll share the bed wherever we go." She giggled, fully agreeing with that statement.
After some more late night talking, her eyes started to feel way too heavy for her to keep them open, and ended up falling asleep in Harry's arms, him drifting away not much later.
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adreestia · 1 month
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cherryjuiceblues · 9 months
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where did this come from i'm salivating
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sweetiepotatofry · 5 months
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Whoever i marry, beware, for if thous last name is way, our daughter will be named after an icon.
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storytimewriting · 4 months
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x2, hair up or down?
writing requests are open!! what’s something that makes you feel?
xx gwen :)
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xmultifandomsx · 2 days
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Sirius's Long Hair
The first act of rebellion Sirius ever decided on was growing his hair out. Or at least that's what he'd tell anyone who asked what made him want to do it. They all believed it with sad smiles and pitiful glances. Everyone except the Potters. The Potters knew it was far from his first act of rebellion, that was reserved for his sorting into Gryffindor, or his first prank against Slytherins, or the rows of muggle CDs and books that lined his shelves. No, this was an act of safety. Gone was the clean-cut perfection that was expected of a Black. Gone was the fear of loose clothing and long hair, things to be grabbed easily and pulled. Replacing that fear was a softer Sirius, one he had never felt safe enough to inhabit. The first time Sirius steps off the train, ready to return home, with hair that curls gently around his ears Euphemia nearly weeps. Sirius tells them it's not a big deal, and bats away curious hands, but he's grinning the whole time. It only falls once, as he watches Regulus, curls cut close to his scalp, greet their parents with a flinch and a nod.
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privately-andre · 2 years
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im in love with you and all your little :>’s
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pythonnameless · 28 days
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Hidden Affair
Pansy X draco kissing
Soft fluff
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In the enchanting corridors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where magic weaves its way through every nook and cranny, a secret love blossomed between two young hearts. Draco Malfoy, the proud and cunning Slytherin, and Pansy Parkinson, the fiery and ambitious Slytherin as well, found themselves drawn to each other in ways they could not have anticipated.
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Their friendship had always been strong, fueled by their shared love for all things Slytherin and a mutual disdain for Gryffindors. But as the years went by, their bond deepened, and the whispers of a romantic connection began to circulate through the castle.
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One fateful evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the castle was bathed in the soft glow of twilight, Draco found himself alone in the Hogwarts hallway with Pansy. The air was thick with anticipation, and the two could no longer ignore the feelings that had been simmering beneath the surface.
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Draco's heart pounded in his chest as he took a step closer to Pansy, his eyes locked on hers, filled with a mix of fear and desire. Pansy, too, felt her breath hitch as she gazed back at him, her emerald eyes reflecting the same emotions.
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"Draco," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the gentle hum of enchanted candles. "I can't deny it any longer. I have feelings for you, too."
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Draco's eyes widened, and he swallowed hard, unsure of what to say. But before he could find the words, Pansy reached up and gently cupped his cheek, her thumb tracing the outline of his sharp jawline. The warmth of her touch sent shivers down his spine, and he knew that he couldn't resist her any longer.
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Leaning in, their faces mere inches apart, Draco could feel the heat of Pansy's breath against his lips. He closed the gap between them, and their lips finally met in a tender, passionate kiss. Time seemed to stand still as their worlds collided, and they lost themselves in the magic of the moment.
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As their lips parted, they pulled away from each other, breathless and flushed. Draco's heart pounded in his chest, and he knew that he had found something he never thought he'd experience – love.
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Pansy smiled, her eyes sparkling with newfound happiness. "I've always been drawn to you, Draco," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "And now, I can't imagine being without you."
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Draco returned her smile, his heart swelling with affection. "I feel the same, Pansy," he confessed. "I never thought I'd say this, but I'm glad we found each other."
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notan-engineer · 9 months
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The coolest lesbians dress like 9 year old boys (yes I am talking about Marlene McKinnon)
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curly94 · 1 month
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He looks like a thir(s)ty year old superstar
Unbothered and a mean look BUT relaxed with the dimples for the right people
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C'mon!!!!!
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