Fic: Fireside Fucking (Harry/Lavender)
Jan. 29th, 2023 08:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lightofdayeTitle:Fireside Fucking
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom:Harry Potter/Lavender Brown (from the Harry Potter fandom)
Challenge/Prompts used: All I hope.
Summary:A fic written to fulfil fwf prompts and have characters fuck.
Rating/Warnings: nc-17, magic, fucking, too meta by far
Word count: 1,540
Author's Notes (if any):this is the longest thing I've written so far this year. -_-
Editor's notes: This was written for the 20th January 2023 round of![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
firewhiskeyfic while drunk. This is the cleaned version but aside from correcting the spelling, I've made as few edits as possible. The major one being de-bowdlerising the title. The prompts were: Hagrid, Forbidden Forest, Stripped Bare, Cuddling by the Fire, Ice and Snow, “Guests, like fish, begin to smell after three days.”
The Original drunk version in all its glory can be read here
---
They walked through the Forbidden Forest, who they are I don’t know yet but as a start it gets rid of one of the prompts so that’s where we’re starting.
Although it would be another prompt, one of them is not Hagrid. I say not. I am not ready for him in this kind of fic, I am sorry.
So they are walking through the Forbidden Forest and through the ice and snow. That means it is cold and they are shivering quite a lot. As you would if you had been out in the show only wearing robes and a cloak.
“Let us get out of the snow!” Harry said, revealing the identity of one of the walkers. “Let us go to Hagrid’s cabin,” he continued, working the prompt in for a second time in a much more significant and valuable way he said, eyeing towards the ‘best use of prompt’ award.
“Yes, let us do that,” said Lavender Brown, the last person you’d suspect to boink Harry but I wrote it now so that’s what we’re going with. “Before it gets any more meta in this narrative.”
“Too late,” said Harry, sadly.
They came out the forest and across the grounds to Hagrid’s cabin and hammered on the door. There was no answer.
“He’s not in.”
“He’s in France now with Madam Maxime, I think” said Harry to Lavender, who was the person who spoke on the previous line without a speech tag. I always mess up speech tags anyway much to the chagrin of my rarely used beta.
“Let’s go in,”
“How are we going to manage that?”
“We are a witch and wizard and we are above legal age for performing magic and all sorts of other adult acts,” Lavender said tagging herself on the wall of Hagrid’s cabin with spray paint and then pulling out her wand and unlocking the door with a shout of “Alohomora” which is a dangerous thing to attempt to type.
They stumbled into Hagrid’s cabin and closed the door firmly behind them but even being inside did not stop their cold and shivering as, as I have previously mentioned, Hagrid was away and was thus not heating his cabin regularly.
“Incendio!” said Harry, flexing the fact that he too could do magic with impunity.
“So Hagrid’s away is he?” Lavender said again almost as if the author was managing to stick another prompt in haphazardly with no regard if it made sense in anyway. “That’s sad.”
“Well I doubt he’ll be gone much longer, Madam Maxime never has him over for long. She says, ‘Guests, like fish, begin to smell after three days.’”
“What an odd thing to say,” Lavender said. “Well anyway this fire gets me a bit warmer at least.”
“I know what would get you really warm,” Harry said, wrapping himself around her, with his arms only for the moment.
“Oh Harry!” Lavender said and they fell down together by the fire in an embrace and cuddled by it for a while, which is both a nice mental image and ticks off the last prompt explicitly.
Talking of explicit, let us proceed.
Because that was not the last prompt for there is one still left to use and use it we shall.
Lavender twisted in Harry’s grip until they were face to face and her crystal blue eyes bore into Harry’s emerald green one. We are using more of a Jessie Cave HBP Lavender here than an early film’s black Lavender but they are both valid choices so picture her as your headcanons allow; I am going with blonde, buxom and very good in bed however.
Not that Harry and Lavender were in bed at the moment but instead were on a very thick fluffy carpet possibly some kind of bear rug or the magical equivalent, bears being rare in magical Britain after all or even muggle Britain, which is what I meant to type.
This is getting too meta and talky to ever clean up properly to repost.
Harry and Lavender snogged up a storm. They kissed passionately, like full on writhing and rolling around as their arms wandered over each other’s bodies. Harry rolled over so that he was on top, Lavender’s big chest smooshed against him. Her hands dug into his back tearing at his robes futilely. She squirmed but this just spread her legs and rose her hips, grinding and pushing against his erection as if riding him from underneath.
Lavender whimpered softly and harry relented for a moment pulling up and off her for a moment. This was a mistake because the next second their positions were reversed. Harry was on the bottom with his hands pinned over his head and Lavender was on top, giving him a wild and incongruently wicked grin.
“I like you like this,” she said and waved her wand. Harry’s wrists were bound together and also to the rug. I am assuming with invisible magicness rather than actual ropes to be fair but then magic can do ropes as well I guess.
Lavender, now on top as I have previously said, now kissed Harry aggressively happy t o be in complete control, her tongue entered his mouth batting him around as he groaned and then his cock started to get harder and harder as she grinded (or ground?) against him. The crux of her legs rubbing over his bulging pants under his robes.
Breaking their lip lock, Lavender attacked Harry kissing his forehead and cheeks and chin, moving downwards in traditional fashion, mixing kissing with nips and little love bites that made harry squirm and gasp breathlessly under the onslaught.
Then she encountered the collar of his robes and was stymied, having already bound his arms over his head. She pulled out her wand again.
“Ah, what are you going to do with that?” Harry said nervously.
“You’ll like it,” Lavender said.
“No! Come on! The author is too far gone to think of an appropriate spell!”
“Nonsense,” Lavender said. “Fanon Unveillius!”
And the spell stripped them both entirely bare. Stripped bare being a prompt and very desirable for smut to happen.
Harry stared at Lavender revealed. Curvaceous and nude, with pale skin and full breasts, even the pink girly ribbons I hadn’t mentioned until now where gone from her long blonde hair which now flowed down past her shoulders entirely unbound.
“Blow job?” Harry asked.
“Oh I’d love to but we need to wrap this up pretty quick,” Lavender replied.
“Suits me,” Harry said.
“You know, I though it might,” Lavender responded.
Harry might have made a reply but that was when Lavender gripped his cock and firmly gave it a stroke, he was of course complete hard by this point of the story, as Lavender straddled him, pointing his erection, of a size that you can imagine for yourself from sufficient to porntastically huge, at her entrance.
Lavender’s face was indescribable but blissful as she sank down on Harry’s cock, luckily for the author. Her wet cunt surrounded and squeezed Harry’s hard rod and he groaned and closed his eyes until Harry had to open again so we could describe Lavender in motion.
She rocked her hips, grinding back and forth before starting to ride Harry enthusiastically. Up and down and then up and down and then up and would you believe down again.
Each time all her attributes moved with her; her breasts swayed and jiggled and bounced, her flowing blonde hair was tossed and swung about with the enthusiastic motion of her head. She moaned and gasped, her hands moved to brace themselves against Harry’s chest, the long ornate nails, painted in garish colours that you might expect Lavender to have, dug and scratched but Harry obviously was beyond caring about such things at that moment.
Now I imagine that magic binding someone to the floor might take some concentration to maintain plausibly under someone’s head canon. So also that it might give way when someone was say, coming their brains out form riding a guy, if such a thing is plausible or not because... porno.
Anyway once Harry’s hand were free he immediately moved them to the most obvious of Lavender’s attributes, cupping and squeezing and playing with Lavender’s pendulous huge breasts. Lavender wrapped one hand around Harry’s upraised forearm and moved the other to her clit so she could again and more plausibly come her brains out.
Harry took this as further opportunity to take advantage of the situation pulling Lavender down and flipping their position so he could finish on top, with their arms and limbs hopeless entangled, one leg around his hips and both hands entangled in his hair so they kissed and made out as harry thrust into her a few more times and spilled deep inside Lavender, who fortunately for fanfic writers is not going to get knocked up by this unless the author wants them to.
Panting and gasping, they snuggled down and enjoyed the roaring fire and thick soft rug, ignoring the ice and the new freshly falling snow outside the cabin.
“You know, I’d have been happy with just the cuddling,” Harry or Lavender said.
“Liar.” The other replied.
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom:Harry Potter/Lavender Brown (from the Harry Potter fandom)
Challenge/Prompts used: All I hope.
Summary:A fic written to fulfil fwf prompts and have characters fuck.
Rating/Warnings: nc-17, magic, fucking, too meta by far
Word count: 1,540
Author's Notes (if any):this is the longest thing I've written so far this year. -_-
Editor's notes: This was written for the 20th January 2023 round of
firewhiskeyfic while drunk. This is the cleaned version but aside from correcting the spelling, I've made as few edits as possible. The major one being de-bowdlerising the title. The prompts were: Hagrid, Forbidden Forest, Stripped Bare, Cuddling by the Fire, Ice and Snow, “Guests, like fish, begin to smell after three days.”The Original drunk version in all its glory can be read here
---
They walked through the Forbidden Forest, who they are I don’t know yet but as a start it gets rid of one of the prompts so that’s where we’re starting.
Although it would be another prompt, one of them is not Hagrid. I say not. I am not ready for him in this kind of fic, I am sorry.
So they are walking through the Forbidden Forest and through the ice and snow. That means it is cold and they are shivering quite a lot. As you would if you had been out in the show only wearing robes and a cloak.
“Let us get out of the snow!” Harry said, revealing the identity of one of the walkers. “Let us go to Hagrid’s cabin,” he continued, working the prompt in for a second time in a much more significant and valuable way he said, eyeing towards the ‘best use of prompt’ award.
“Yes, let us do that,” said Lavender Brown, the last person you’d suspect to boink Harry but I wrote it now so that’s what we’re going with. “Before it gets any more meta in this narrative.”
“Too late,” said Harry, sadly.
They came out the forest and across the grounds to Hagrid’s cabin and hammered on the door. There was no answer.
“He’s not in.”
“He’s in France now with Madam Maxime, I think” said Harry to Lavender, who was the person who spoke on the previous line without a speech tag. I always mess up speech tags anyway much to the chagrin of my rarely used beta.
“Let’s go in,”
“How are we going to manage that?”
“We are a witch and wizard and we are above legal age for performing magic and all sorts of other adult acts,” Lavender said tagging herself on the wall of Hagrid’s cabin with spray paint and then pulling out her wand and unlocking the door with a shout of “Alohomora” which is a dangerous thing to attempt to type.
They stumbled into Hagrid’s cabin and closed the door firmly behind them but even being inside did not stop their cold and shivering as, as I have previously mentioned, Hagrid was away and was thus not heating his cabin regularly.
“Incendio!” said Harry, flexing the fact that he too could do magic with impunity.
“So Hagrid’s away is he?” Lavender said again almost as if the author was managing to stick another prompt in haphazardly with no regard if it made sense in anyway. “That’s sad.”
“Well I doubt he’ll be gone much longer, Madam Maxime never has him over for long. She says, ‘Guests, like fish, begin to smell after three days.’”
“What an odd thing to say,” Lavender said. “Well anyway this fire gets me a bit warmer at least.”
“I know what would get you really warm,” Harry said, wrapping himself around her, with his arms only for the moment.
“Oh Harry!” Lavender said and they fell down together by the fire in an embrace and cuddled by it for a while, which is both a nice mental image and ticks off the last prompt explicitly.
Talking of explicit, let us proceed.
Because that was not the last prompt for there is one still left to use and use it we shall.
Lavender twisted in Harry’s grip until they were face to face and her crystal blue eyes bore into Harry’s emerald green one. We are using more of a Jessie Cave HBP Lavender here than an early film’s black Lavender but they are both valid choices so picture her as your headcanons allow; I am going with blonde, buxom and very good in bed however.
Not that Harry and Lavender were in bed at the moment but instead were on a very thick fluffy carpet possibly some kind of bear rug or the magical equivalent, bears being rare in magical Britain after all or even muggle Britain, which is what I meant to type.
This is getting too meta and talky to ever clean up properly to repost.
Harry and Lavender snogged up a storm. They kissed passionately, like full on writhing and rolling around as their arms wandered over each other’s bodies. Harry rolled over so that he was on top, Lavender’s big chest smooshed against him. Her hands dug into his back tearing at his robes futilely. She squirmed but this just spread her legs and rose her hips, grinding and pushing against his erection as if riding him from underneath.
Lavender whimpered softly and harry relented for a moment pulling up and off her for a moment. This was a mistake because the next second their positions were reversed. Harry was on the bottom with his hands pinned over his head and Lavender was on top, giving him a wild and incongruently wicked grin.
“I like you like this,” she said and waved her wand. Harry’s wrists were bound together and also to the rug. I am assuming with invisible magicness rather than actual ropes to be fair but then magic can do ropes as well I guess.
Lavender, now on top as I have previously said, now kissed Harry aggressively happy t o be in complete control, her tongue entered his mouth batting him around as he groaned and then his cock started to get harder and harder as she grinded (or ground?) against him. The crux of her legs rubbing over his bulging pants under his robes.
Breaking their lip lock, Lavender attacked Harry kissing his forehead and cheeks and chin, moving downwards in traditional fashion, mixing kissing with nips and little love bites that made harry squirm and gasp breathlessly under the onslaught.
Then she encountered the collar of his robes and was stymied, having already bound his arms over his head. She pulled out her wand again.
“Ah, what are you going to do with that?” Harry said nervously.
“You’ll like it,” Lavender said.
“No! Come on! The author is too far gone to think of an appropriate spell!”
“Nonsense,” Lavender said. “Fanon Unveillius!”
And the spell stripped them both entirely bare. Stripped bare being a prompt and very desirable for smut to happen.
Harry stared at Lavender revealed. Curvaceous and nude, with pale skin and full breasts, even the pink girly ribbons I hadn’t mentioned until now where gone from her long blonde hair which now flowed down past her shoulders entirely unbound.
“Blow job?” Harry asked.
“Oh I’d love to but we need to wrap this up pretty quick,” Lavender replied.
“Suits me,” Harry said.
“You know, I though it might,” Lavender responded.
Harry might have made a reply but that was when Lavender gripped his cock and firmly gave it a stroke, he was of course complete hard by this point of the story, as Lavender straddled him, pointing his erection, of a size that you can imagine for yourself from sufficient to porntastically huge, at her entrance.
Lavender’s face was indescribable but blissful as she sank down on Harry’s cock, luckily for the author. Her wet cunt surrounded and squeezed Harry’s hard rod and he groaned and closed his eyes until Harry had to open again so we could describe Lavender in motion.
She rocked her hips, grinding back and forth before starting to ride Harry enthusiastically. Up and down and then up and down and then up and would you believe down again.
Each time all her attributes moved with her; her breasts swayed and jiggled and bounced, her flowing blonde hair was tossed and swung about with the enthusiastic motion of her head. She moaned and gasped, her hands moved to brace themselves against Harry’s chest, the long ornate nails, painted in garish colours that you might expect Lavender to have, dug and scratched but Harry obviously was beyond caring about such things at that moment.
Now I imagine that magic binding someone to the floor might take some concentration to maintain plausibly under someone’s head canon. So also that it might give way when someone was say, coming their brains out form riding a guy, if such a thing is plausible or not because... porno.
Anyway once Harry’s hand were free he immediately moved them to the most obvious of Lavender’s attributes, cupping and squeezing and playing with Lavender’s pendulous huge breasts. Lavender wrapped one hand around Harry’s upraised forearm and moved the other to her clit so she could again and more plausibly come her brains out.
Harry took this as further opportunity to take advantage of the situation pulling Lavender down and flipping their position so he could finish on top, with their arms and limbs hopeless entangled, one leg around his hips and both hands entangled in his hair so they kissed and made out as harry thrust into her a few more times and spilled deep inside Lavender, who fortunately for fanfic writers is not going to get knocked up by this unless the author wants them to.
Panting and gasping, they snuggled down and enjoyed the roaring fire and thick soft rug, ignoring the ice and the new freshly falling snow outside the cabin.
“You know, I’d have been happy with just the cuddling,” Harry or Lavender said.
“Liar.” The other replied.
