How rude those fairies are for not giving you food

Here, have three whole berries

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Hell yea 3 berries aquired!!!!

One of them seems to be amazed by my ability to summon berries out of thin air the other is still not impressed

Hello!! 🖤 I love your dark aesthetic!! Could I get a full reading please? My initials are ACM and my big three is Scorpio sun in the 2nd, cancer moon in the 10th, and libra rising! Thank you and have a wonderful day!! 🖤

it's kinda funny cause I'm answering this so long after and it shows cause my theme is different😭 I'm sorry it took time to answer this! Let's go!

Hm, Scorpio sun, Cancer moon, Libra ascendant. I see trees covered in moss and flowers. Pink and rainbow buds all around the branches and leaves. Garden rabbits and plants growing from the ground. There's a girl in the distance, a hay colored dun hat. Blonde hair passing her shoulders, soft tanner summer heat skin. A pale blue dress, it looked as if it had played in the grass for years waiting to fit her form. As if this place had grown just for her, the girl staring off into the distance of the hills and sun. The sky was blue, sprinkling bits of sun pieces and bright stars of all light colors. The balls of heat never burned, until now. Seeing my own clothes partially torn and burned from the ash and flakes of the burning flame. It scattered in my hands and left marks of black and red. I would like to say I was worried if it's burn me. But I was only fascinated by this world. The girl turned to me behind her with a look of curiosity, wide blue and green eyes, which sometimes changed to a light honey. (WHY DID THAT CORRECT TO HORNY) Bangs of the soft curly hair covered her forehead. To be honest, she looked like she came out of a slice of life anime or manga of sorts. Those eyes sparkled like casting spells was her gift, spells on the mind and human race. The trees limbs went to constrict around my body like snakes. The wood felt poking but safe. As if it were a chair or place made for me. She walked closer to me, she went to shake my hand extending her own out. I looked at it wondering what to do with my arms held. The tree moved and she grabbed my hand with her own two. Her smile was like walking a warm and soft sanded beach. Eyes closed to calm her pale blonde eyelashes. A button and small bit nose. She was small but she wasn't fully considered skinny. Her feet soles were green and mossy. The tree let me down for her to walk me somewhere. The grass of the hills grew to our heights around us, making it harder to catch up and see her. I feel this may have been the Libra ascendant. The sun's falling bits have off the energy of the Scorpio sun. The Scorpio may be going into the Libra's home with it's fire. Before I knew it, caught up in my own thoughts she was gone. Lost in the tall grass. Possible placements may be the chest, stomach, or shoulders. Maybe even could affect the knees somehow. The aura of the Libra is yellow, blue, or green, bright and untamed. You may have freckles, like walking barefoot, have a taste for adventure, have the ability to lead people places that are unexpected or new. Your Libra gifted you the smarts of a predator and the eyes of a humble pisces or animal.

The Scorpio sun is burning. A pile of hot burning fire and sun. Laying on top of the pile or coming out of nowhere. The Scorpio moves to get Infront of me. Putting it's head in my hand. Tied back dark red or brown hair. Eyes are thinly almond shaped. I grab their chin. The feminity of the Scorpio shows here. Your Scorpio may want to be dominated by others it loves. The eyes of the Scorpio are a dark red, daring and wishing. A bit of scruff on the chin. Around 5'5-5'11. Masculine facial features. A mark or mole under the eye. Dark clothes. That of a knight or guardian. Red and black with golden pieces and placements. It sometimes look as if he's wearing the sun when they shine. A long and nicely shaped thin nose. Curved out at the eyes. They smell of heat and freshly cut grass. As if the world were on fire. I see shining flames whenever their eyes meet mine. I'm ngl I have half the mind to kiss your zodiac right now. This is a sign worth loving. It treats your body as a temple and your mind as a deity or god. Ready to strike and defend you at every turn if it can. You may have been told you don't know when to back downs at times. Could also have back problems, or a beauty mark on the face also. There's not much here for me really, the Scorpio is humbly protective, they like being treated like a pet at times but they'll never let their guard down just yet. Possible placements may be the spine, back, or hands. Aura is red and golden. You could also like writing poetry, or something to do with hands. Possibly a physical activity or smth. You could also be someone who likes to do things only when interested, if you're not people will say you're lazy when that's not the case at you just have no interest though you're hard working. Something unmentioned was the Scorpio form at the beginning, I feel your Scorpio is very powerful in ways in the body. It can transform from the very sun, to a Scorpion, then lastly to the man.

The Cancer home is dimmed and cold. Ice pains my feet. Frost and snow fall from the ceiling and walls. The Cancer freezes sometimes here, but says it's warm. Silently begging for others to ignore it's cold breaths. The bane of ris existence at times is itself. It feels caved in and scared of the world. Possibly from a previous host or truama. The world doesn't fully terrify it, it just feels it already knows what's to come from certain things. This may make you uncommunicative inside or often. Because of the Cancer's dominance in your head it can move it's truama to you and cause you to worry or not understand things people associate themselves with at times. Unintentionally closing you off from the world or growing. It wants to feel safe and sane. Retreating when your other signs wish to take action. the Scorpio burns to partially cover the Cancer. To give it warmth it hasn't gotten on the outside. But also to cover this feeling deep down. The zodiacs worry for your poor Cancer. The crab that's iced it's blue shell to almost cracking. Your Scorpio may love this zodiac greatly in some way. Either romantically or as if very close friends. He visits the door of the crab now, knocking and waiting. Upon no reply he opens the door to see us both sitting down. Confused as to why I'm here but dragging something in behind him anyways. A possibile meat or warming blanket? He grabs a sheet to cover the Crab's shell. Patting it a few times. Going back to the bag to get meat and dusty ash. He creates a fire with a dimple flicker of the black mush. Throwing the food above the fire to stand up with sticks and tools. Taking a seat near me and the Cancer. It's silent, but tis ckmfotin. Your Scorpio worries for the Cancer. They've known each other for a few rounds of lifetimes. The Scorpio may have even seen it all. The sound of the Cancer's panic. Something happened in a previous host, the Cancer felt they couldn't save that person, that they could do nothing against the danger, costing their host much to even possibly their life. The Scorpio was not the sign in control then. A great respect for the Cancer before still present now. Possible placements are the shoulders also, the head, the lower back, or the soles of the feet. Could cause shoulder pains, neck pains, smaller or medium feet.

Your signs aren't perfect, but they do their best to help each other and you. The Scorpio sometimes feels a heavy weight watching over things by themselves at times. The Libra doesn't make it inside until now. Stopping by the door for a second before sitting with us. This is nice, and all in a few moments, it feels like home inside you.

The truama could have something to do with you or the signs it's hard to tell. May deal with panic attacks or anxiety.

Characteristics: because of the Libra maybe even a dirty blonde or blonde of some sort, maybe dark or brown hair, may go past the neck or a bit above or near the shoulders, wide dark eyes or blue and green mix. Smaller or medium to big hands. Just something on hands I feel is important. Could be white, mixed, or foreign to America (not mensing your life here just from my country possibly). May paint your nails or leave them blank, sketches a lot or some bit. Style could be dark or plain in tones of where you live. Could fit the occasion. Smaller feet. May be fairly small when it comes to weight. Height could be 5'1-5'6. Beauty mark on the face somewhere or freckles. Maybe on the back of the neck even. May glance off at times. A make also maybe in the inner thigh. Scorpios deal with eyesight either making it really gold or poor. So possible glasses.

Future relationship/soulmates: will nudge you possibly when they want to relax. Could meet somewhere in the convenience store a normal somewhat important or crowded solace to you. (stores are too common of s theme here lol) may want to give you piggy backs or get them. Dark fluffy hair or pale. Will look domineering but isn't really lol. Could always be snuggling up even in public which can bother you. Want the groceries? You'll get them they'll go out as long as they get to call you the whole way. To that you tell them to be careful when driving. Horny. Very soft and loving. Will give you time if needed when first meeting to talk to them or after asking you out at some point.

Other zodiac possible zodiac influence through other people: Scorpio ascendant, moon, or sun, cancer moon, Gemini moon, dominant, Aries sun, moon, pisces sun, ascendant, moon. Some Capricorn energy somewhere. Also maybe Sagittarius energy in you or another person. Maybe a mars Sagittarius around you?

Future/health: watch for possible things to do with electronics or not paying attention, walking in streets, we kinda discussed possible health stuff lol, back pain, shoulder aching, neck pains, panic attacks or anxiety, possible dark thoughts from the Cancer and even Scorpio.

Houses: having Scorpio sun in the 2nd house could mean an attachment to material thing from childhood. Financial gifts involving communication and interaction. Gains through others somehow. Having Cancer moon in 10th could mean you may make it doing something involving physical use or mental stability. Could be a social worker, nurse, something involving humanitarian stuff or possibly business if you focused on it. Could be a lawyer even, with Cancer there's a lot of possibilities from their talents. There's something great in you, you just have to drive for what you want. Possibly may want to owns little shop somewhere even. You'll gain possible reliable jobs through friends or connections even due to the 2nd house.

All in the Family

Chapter 115: Hagrid's Tale

Warning for some blood and gore in this one

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The thick clouds allowed flickering, heavy light down into the valley below while the scream echoed all around.

Regulus groaned, wondering at the miracle they hadn't all broken their necks with every toss around they got as he found himself laying out haphazardly on several sharp rocks on a very rickety pile of more disheveled earth that would probably go down if he breathed on it wrong. He eyed a much more stable-looking bit a good jump away, but still hesitated to move, especially as he had no idea where the others were. The sharp gust of wind that buffeted him wasn't giving him much choice, he took off at a run as the ground began shaking beneath him.

His feet lost purchase, he tried to jump the rest of the distance in vain, and found himself scrabbling maddly for any kind of hold, legs kicking wildly and a panicked scream already ripping up his throat. The clouds flashed away again, giving him just enough time to catch at a misshapen divot in the earth that looked like someone with jagged nails had scooped it clean away, and made his hand a bloody mess as he snagged it and finally pulled himself onto even ground, avoiding the hole that had saved his life.

He lay face down for a long time, panting and shaking, probably having pissed himself, cradling his injured hands that were possibly broken, though his whole body was a sore mess so it was hard to tell what the worst of it was.

He didn't remember screaming, but someone must have been drawn to him. "Reg! Regulus," it was a call of recognition, so he didn't have the energy to bother rolling over, someone did that for him.

It was Peter, his face was ghastly, and Regulus's eyes flickered curiously around himself again. He hadn't been so out of it he shouldn't have heard him approaching, and he was still on a very rocky ledge that had no visible ways of climbing in this tricky light, how had Peter scaled up and down so fast- oh right.

"Where is, what-" Peter was shaking him a bit while patting him down as if looking for an injury while also looking all around carefully, and Regulus just groaned and pressed his face to his chest, he didn't know what he was trying to ask, he was too exhausted.

The two jerked at once though when they heard the scream, and Regulus forced himself to sit up properly and take in everything again. It was female, they could hazard that guess, but Evans or Alice they couldn't tell. They were not in Hogsmeade, these mountains were too big, too old, and the valley that kept flickering below in the bright moonlight held no hint of familiarity to any of them.

Peter squeezed his shoulder, and then gently eased him back away, going and standing dangerously on the edge as he continued to look for something. "Stay here, alright, he won't bother making this climb."

"What?" Regulus tried to slur in confusion, but a horrible realization was already creeping up on him.

"Stay here," Peter said again, with such authority Regulus let his butt get very comfortable as Peter vanished again, only the hint of a long bald tail visible for a moment before that too vanished.

At first Lily thought they were back in Hogsmeade somewhere, but she was fairly certain there was no lake this big down by those mountains, nor did she really think the fuzzy, mossy something she went slipping around on that squelched oddly beneath her shoes and caused said scream could have happened around Hogwarts, so it was with great trepidation she hauled herself free of the water with no clue what else was waiting. When she splashed onto shore, she didn't even try to hide her relief as Potter came sprinting up to her, a look of stark concern on his face.

"I, thought it was, a boulder, at first-" she panted in exertion as he skidded to a stop beside her, looking around wildly for the danger. She pointed a shaking finger back, where the ripped head was just visible in the dark water. He didn't even look where she pointed. Instead he grabbed her arm and began pulling her with such strength, she half expected to be lifted clean off her feet as he got them running.

Alice found herself staring blearly at a hastily put out gigantic firepit. The logs were still smoking, and dripping wet, and she coughed heavily as she tried to scramble away, only managing a few feet before she found herself in the open night, her mind still too hung on how someone had practically been burning six nearly tree-sized logs in that huge thing to really figure out the danger as she spotted someone groaning and hunched in on themselves not too far away.

"Frank?" She called in concern, jogging over regardless of who it was, they were shaking and her concern spiked higher when they didn't even seem to acknowledge her. That was not her boyfriend though, the build was all wrong, she'd already figured out as she got within arm's reach, but then she heard a horrible snapping noise start to occur, and came to a cold stop as she realized Remus Lupin wasn't dying.

"No," the moan was the last intelligible thing that would be forced out of his throat this night, as his eyes, already half mad, began pinning in on her.

He was already nearly doubled in size, his jaw forming first, teeth flashing and snout scenting the air. His skin was still twitching like live bugs beneath the surface before silver fur began sprouting out, but the bones in his limbs and torso were still snapping and cracking loud as fireworks.

She didn't scream. She did draw her wand, but not for any defence she knew full well wouldn't work, instead she spun on the spot almost calmly, a crystal clear image in her mind for a plan as she took off back for the mouth of the cave at a dead run.

A howl finally pierced the night as she pointed her wand, her voice didn't even shake as she said, "Locomotor Lignum." The damp, half-dead and burned trees would make a pathetic barrier, but the last one stacked itself in front of the entrance just as something huge slammed into it, already causing half of them to tremble and shake in place. "Colloportus," she shot next, but was already backing away into the darkness behind her. It was a choice between spelunking this unknown alone, or hoping that spell that was supposed to seal a door shut worked on her makeshift contraption that wasn't technically a door, and she wasn't going to sit around and find out as she imagined him already rearing up to try again.

She was right to run, as Moony's now fully extended jaws and claws began tearing away at the obstacle, the magic only slowing him, not stopping. He muscled his way into a gap, and began shoving and forcing himself through, not caring for the way his fur and body strained painfully as the smell was too enticing. His head and a whole front limb went through before a painful shoot of pain did stop him, and he pulled himself out snarling viciously at whatever had just bit his tail.

Padfoot stood there, hackles raised. Moony huffed in derision and kicked at him before turning back, only vague recognition and the promise of food was more tempting, but then the black dog tried to do it again, and Moony found himself distracted by fury as he turned on him instead, chasing and snapping at his heels in retaliation.

Moony was faster, but Padfoot was more agile, taking sharp turns and calculated jumps while his pursuer only knew to keep up, not watch out. By the time Moony grew tired of his pursuit, he had to stop and scent the air again for his prey, and then huffed in frustration it seemed gone. He instead found something of the most mild commodities in the air instead, and loped easily around, Padfoot now following at his side as if nothing had happened.

The two found themselves howling in unison as they turned it into a race, Padfoot easily spotting below what Moony's goal was. He wouldn't lie, Padfoot found this almost freeing. It was the most they'd been able to just run in so long now. Their muscles bunched and released with exhilaration, the flickering shadows meant little to their sharp senses, the ground was nothing beneath their feet. Moony finally came to a stop, not even panting, but dipping his head down and began drinking deeply from the lake.

Neither let their guard down so much that they didn't swing around at something approaching, but both relaxed at the same time as they recognized Prongs at the opposite end of the lake. Padfoot had always been Moony's favorite visitor, the other two were simply creatures that weren't edible, but the large black dog was as close to pack as he'd ever known in his life. Moony seemed in an oddly good mood tonight though, as he not only huffed in recognition, but also began his way over with his tail high as if looking for another chase.

Prongs bellowed a warning though, lowering his weapons and scraping the ground in challenge.

Only now did Padfoot understand why he hadn't simply come over to join them. He caught just the faintest hint of Evans's scent in the air, and knew her to be hiding somewhere nearby. Shoving Moony with all his weight, he redirected his course to the closest precipice instead, and Moony let himself be distracted once more, now sniffing the air for something much better to whet his appetite, the bloody water satiating his tongue well enough he found no hint of the red head for now amongst Prongs's heavy scent.

Prongs grunted in concern from behind watching them depart alone, but Padfoot only needed to glance behind once and let his tongue lull out for a moment to promise a safe return, he should definitely stay where he was.

They began their rocky ascent just as the book finally began, Hagrid's Tale. Padfoot huffed for the fortuitous location they were in fact where Hagrid had been all this time, and not back in his cabin. Only the most aware part of his mind recognized it was his brother reading, and for the first time Sirius allowed some part of himself to be grateful that Peter would have sought him out, would be helping him stay low and keep an eye on him until they got out of this.

The two raced up the sharp incline too, but the rocks growing serrated beneath their feet and the steep ascent soon wore them both out before they'd even gone halfway. Moony began bounding down instead, but perpendicular to the way they'd come up. He kept tasting the air all the time, and Padfoot realized he was attempting to leave the heavy perfume of giants all around them.

When they were back on even terrain  once more there was half a mountain behind them and the lake where he knew Evans and Alice were. He had no idea where Regulus and Peter could be, but he tried to assure himself that they must somehow still be either upwind or too far away. It bothered him he hadn't a single clue where Longbottom could be around here, but he'd probably spotted the problem before anyone and attempted to bury himself underground first thing.

Sadly, Moony couldn't go another whole stride before he slammed into the barrier, and snarled in frustration. He took off at a quick lope parallel to the invisible barrier perfectly instead, and by the time they'd nearly circled halfway around the outside of the valley Padfoot even began to relax at the intoxicating exhilaration of running just to run.

Moony ran on instincts, one more powerful than any others. Feed. He'd never actually done so though. He did hear things, like the words echoing all around them describing this place that he kept trying to veer away from as much as the scent of the predators he knew instinctively to avoid. The voice did not connect to him in a way that mattered, for it was not screaming. The wind whipped viciously in all directions, buffeting new scents across his nose barely before he had time to sample them, but none of them were familiar, the dark forest he'd run about in for some time now. It was better than the last place he'd woken up in though, the screams he'd heard for the first time in his life, the blood that he did not crave but only drove him more wild to have what was right there.

It was only because he was trying to recall the exact smell of it to savor that he found just a tease of it in the air, and turned eagerly back towards the mountains.

Padfoot listened with absent disinterest as Hagrid's story wound down, no giants would be joining their cause, and the gamekeeper's injuries went unexplained. Then Umbridge intruded, and he let a thundering growl rattle out of him in disgust.

It was that one second of distraction that allowed Moony to change course, and Padfoot to only follow for a few paces before scenting the air himself to see what had caused it. Then his own instincts kicked in, a beat too late.

Padfoot lunged for his jowls, but even before his loose grip had sunk in Moony was lashing out with his opposite paw and caught such a sharp blow in his ribcage, the sound snapped around them and blood began leaking from the black belly.

The dog fell to the ground, stunned and whimpering, but Prongs wasn't here to get him to back off, and now Padfoot could smell it too, and it wasn't his blood Moony was now advancing on with salivating determination.

Not again.

He would not allow Remus to even think he'd come close to killing when all this was over. Moony was not going to so much as look at Longbottom tonight.

Padfoot gathered his strength, and pounced, tackling Moony off course just long enough to lock his own canines into his hind leg, and held tight.

Moony howled in outrage, twisting and lashing out with teeth and claws to be released, but Padfoot just held firm, he couldn't have let go now even if he wanted to, which no part of him did as whimpers and cries began searing from his own throat as every tear after bite went into his left side unrelenting.

A part of his mind absently wondered if he was going to tear Moony's leg right off. The rest of him wondered if there was going to be anything left to shred away as his vision began tunneling black. He missed the tiny little body that appeared out of nowhere and bit down with oversized teeth right onto Moony's ear, which distracted him only long enough to toss his head and howl again.

Padfoot did not even seem aware of his own high-pitched cries continuing that drew Prongs's stampeding forward, head bowed and tackling the two apart.

Frank watched the whole thing from seven feet away, but it wasn't his bleeding leg or even bars holding him in place anymore. His pursuit to find Alice was not forgotten, but he also didn't have to worry anymore that she was the one in danger as the chapter concluded, and they were all uprooted once more.

Maybe 29 or 30!!

anon: 29!!

i took these two requests and merged them together! hope you both enjoy :-) 💝

29. “Come over here and make me.”

30. “You better watch yourself.”

Games with Harry are fun, Y/N will admit.

He’s ace at Scrabble, a great opponent at Monopoly and surprisingly incredible at Twister, considering he’s such a clumsy dolt (she credits his success to his lanky limbs).

But there is one game in particular that is Y/N’s favorite to play with Harry because she knows she always has a fighting chance of winning: their sex withdrawal game.

She doesn’t know if it’s necessarily a game– a bet is more like it. The rules are fairly simple: No sex for an agreed amount of time and the person that caves first has to do all of the dishes for a week. Kissing and canoodling is allowed, but they can’t touch each other anywhere between the legs. Breaking that guideline accounts for immediate forfeit. Plain and simple.

It’s Harry’s favorite game as well and ever since he got off on a small break from promo, a couple of weeks before the movie comes out, he’s been itching to get home to start a round of it with Y/N. With everything that has been happening in the past couple of months, they hadn’t done it in a while and he thinks it’s about time they go head-to-head once again (pun intended).

This time around, though, it was going to be more difficult to win because they’ve been apart for three weeks, so the sexual tension is stronger than ever. But Harry will be damned if he loses. He’s held a winning streak the last three games and he refuses to let it fall now.

And so he takes advantage of everything he’s got, picking a particularly boring, uneventful evening of just cuddling and watching Netflix to strike with every temptation he can think off.

Harry trots down the stairs of their condo, fresh out of the shower with the lulling scent of chamomile shampoo trailing behind him as his Blue de Chanel cologne stains his tanned skin (all of those days of filming outside and in the water had really paid off). He has decided to wear a matching set of Hawaiian pajamas that Jeff had gifted him in Jamaica (a nice cotton pairing of a button up shirt and loose shorts with giant hibiscus flowers printed onto a red background), leaving the flowy shirt unbuttoned to expose his sun-kissed chest. His hair is still damp, dry at the roots but flopping wetly as his body jolts with his movements, matting to his neck and aiding in accentuating his jawline. He normally isn’t such a show off, but Y/N is a tough competitor and all is fair in love and sex war. Harry’s also munching on a piece of gum, knowing well and good how his flamboyant way of chewing pushes all of her buttons into overdrive.

When he wanders into the living room, Y/N is distracted by Kevin Hart’s newest comedy film playing on the large flatscreen. She’s snuggled into the corner formed by the couch’s arm, her knees tucked up to her chest as her rainbow polka-dot pj bottoms drape over legs and feet, an oversized Avenger’s t-shirt hanging loosely around her torso and bunching up around her hips. Harry smiles softly, allowing himself a moment to fond over her, and then he’s sliding up against her on the couch, kissing at her shoulder with a gentle, “Mind if I join?”

Y/N nods her head distractedly, letting him scootch up beside her and scoop her into his lap. He sponges fluttery pecks to the back of her neck, running his long fingers through her loose hair and a small, knowing smirk twitches the corners of his lips as she settles onto his widely-parted thighs, snuggling her head against the dip of his collarbone with her hands resting in her own lap. Only a few more seconds…

She suddenly jerks up, her head whipping around as she practically dives off of him, crawling frantically towards the opposite end of the couch. Her expression holds angry disgust and utter shock. “You’re not wearing any underwear?!”

Harry gives her a lopsided grin, chewing his gum excessively hard in order to flex his jaw and neck and pushing his damp hair back from his eyes, giving a nonchalant sniff. “No, ’m not. Wasn’t really feeling it today. Thought the boys could use a little fresh air.”

Y/N stares at him disgruntled, blinking back a seething smolder and trying her hardest to ignore the way his jaw is going taut. Or how his shirt is hanging open off his broad shoulders, revealing his tatted chest and tan torso. Or how the bottoms of his pajamas are hanging dangerously low on his defined hips– low enough that she can see the faint hairs of his happy trail thickening into the rough scruff of his pubic hair. Or how his hair hugs the sides of his neck and looks soft and fluffy up top– hair that carries a soft, therapeutic scent that contrasts with the sharp tinge of his musky cologne, strong notes of cedar, amber wood and citrus stinging her nose. Or, most importantly, the stance he’s taken on, with his legs spread open suggestively to establish a quiet yet powerful aura of dominance, one arm slung lazily over the back of the sofa as the other is propped up against the seat arm, temple pressed to his fist to cradle his head as he pins her with a predatory gaze, a cocky grin winking one of his dimples into existence.

Harry gives her a slow, sensual once-over, the intense stare making her feel as if his hands are coasting up her body, touching every crevice and undressing her leisurely. He pops his gum, humming thickly with agreement when his eyes flit over her chest. “No bra?”

Y/N quickly crosses her arms across her front and glowers, not giving him the satisfaction of an answer. The game’s in full swing now and she won’t let her guard down for a millisecond.

He lets out a childish whine, pouting his unusually red lips and giving her his famous puppy dog eyes. “You’re blocking my view, pet. S'not very nice.”

“Leave me alone.” She snaps, bringing her legs back up to her chest like before and wrapping her arms tightly just below the knees. Her gaze looks past him, focusing back on the guy across the television screen as he pretends to run for his life.

“Aw, c'mon, now. Don’t get like that, love! There’s nothing in the rule book that says I can’t have a little fun.” Harry lulls his head to the side, puckering his lips playfully and reaching out towards her to take her hand, but she quickly snatches it away. The look on her face is so venomous, a cobra would quake in fear.

He slumps his shoulders, sighing grandly and taking his gesture back. “Suit yourself. I’ll find another use for my hand, then.”

And before Y/N can protest, he’s plunging his fist into his pants, wrapping his fingers around his thick base and making an obvious tent in the Hawaiian print. “’M kinda itchy. Just shaved.”

“Harry, stop.” It’s the first rise he’s gotten out of her and his cheeks jolt with the ghost of a triumphant chuckle. The way the determined rage in her irises melts away into sheer panic truly tickles him pink.

Harry looks up at the ceiling, pretending to be giving the suggestion some thought, but then scrunches up his nose and shakes his head. “I think not. But, by all means, you can replace my hand with yours if you’d like.”

“Shut up.”

One of his eyebrows quirks up in surprise, his tongue peeking out to further darken his stupidly juicy, flushed lips. “You better watch yourself. Remember what happened last time you snapped like tha’? Hands and knees for two hours straight, along with some pretty wicked ring marks on that perky little ass of yours.”

Y/N releases a squeaky whimper, her neck dropping forward until her forehead knocks against her knees. Some insane part of her hopes that if she hides away into herself, the temptation will fade away. But Harry being Harry, he won’t let her slip away that easily. Especially not when he’s this close to victory.

“I know y'want to.” His voice is low and raspy, with an edge of smugness. “Know you want me in that tight little cunt, yeah? Did y'think I haven’t heard you getting yourself off in the bathroom after I’m supposedly asleep? You’re not exactly quiet, darling.”

Y/N lifts her head, tilting it back to get a full view of him, ears glowing raspberry red. He’s splayed across the sofa with his legs even wider open, the bump in his shorts rising and falling as he jerks himself off slowly, just for show. His mint gum is grinding in between his teeth as he leans his head back, eyeing her hazily over the apples of his cheeks with pride painted across the mossy green around his pupils.

“Just fucking…just stop it, Har. I mean it.” Her arms tighten harder around her legs, the area between them buzzing with longing.

Harry worries his bottom lip between his two blocky front teeth, suckling it into his mouth and releasing it with a wet pop. He yanks his hand from his pants, giving his lap a good pat. “Come over here and make me.”

And that does it. Y/N practically pounces on him, taking his offered seat and starting to hump his thighs. She’s sucking and nipping down his jaw and neck, hands burying in his wet hair to pull him into her. Harry gropes at her ass, grinning with amusement as he tosses his piece of gum into the decorative ashe tray on the coffee table, sitting up to catch her lips in a the heavy kiss and murmuring a deep, quiet, “Say it.”

She ignores him, one hand sliding down to fist at the material of his floral pajama shirt, making a make-shift handle out of the fabric and using it to slam him back against the backrest of the couch. She grinds herself against the thick bulge resting on his thigh, swallowing down his tiny heaves and feathery moans, replacing them with her own. Harry gives her bum a good slap and squeeze, reigning in control as he uses this hold to alter the speed of her humping, slowing her down.

Y/N whimpers in protest, biting at the corner of his mouth out of spite and trying to speed up again. But Harry’s not having any of it, proving this in how he pulls away from her embrace and stares up at her with an stern look. His intimidating gaze cause her to turn away, attempting to force the blush from her cheeks as she zeros in on the TV again, not wanting to be caught in his trap.

“Look at me, peach. Lemme see your eyes.”

She reluctantly obeys, looking up at him through her lashes. Her hand is just itching to slap the pompous simper that is carving his dimples at the moment.

Harry locks their gazes, reaching up to cup Y/N’s jaw and to thumb over her swollen bottom lip, blinking at her with pent up sensual need and unwavering authority. “Say it.”

“I…wanna fuck you.” It’s barely above a whisper, but it’s out nonetheless.

“Louder. Give it to me louder.” He uses his free hand to grip onto her hip, guiding her against his crotch slowly to show her the slightest bit of what she’s missing out on by being so stubborn. “Now, Y/N.”

“I wanna fuck you.” Y/N grits out louder, making her defeat official.

“That’s what I thought,” Harry drops his fingers from her face with a conceited smirk, crossing his arms behind his head and relaxing into the sofa cushions. “Now ride me until you can’t feel your legs anymore.”