#Harry Potter characters x reader

[panic-at-the-fiction]

The Goblin King

Summary: Halloween in Gryffindors tower with the marauders, you find yourself face to face with your crush dressed as your fictional crush and it’s too hot to handle.

Tags: Fluff, fun, maybe tini tiny suggestive, goofy ass Sirius black, reader x Remus Lupin, but of fun flirting.

Halloween, a fun time of year, but a dangerous one you were coming to find out. Gryffindor's usual rager was in full swing as you joined the party decked out in your zombie bride costume.

“Hi James,” you smiled, greeting him from underneath his costume, which was just a white sheet with holes cut out for eyes.

“How’d you know it was me?”

“Lucky guess, where’s your other halves?”

“Well Sirius is getting drinks, he’s already relatively drunk, Peter is over by the couches and Remus is still upstairs.”

“Is he coming down here any time soon?”

“Yeah I'm sure he is, you know him though he insisted on finishing his classwork first.”

“You act like that's unreasonable,” you laugh.

“(Y/n)!” You hear Sirius shout from behind you as he slings his arm over your shoulder. He had on a pretty elaborate Dracula costume with white face paint, fake blood and a dark cape.

“Oh I got you so good, your face is gonna be priceless. Here take this, you’ll need it.” He slings a drink in your hand, nearly spilling it on you in the process.

“What am I so unprepared for Sirius that I need a drink?”

“Oh you’ll see when moony gets down here.” He let out a feral laugh

You shook your head and laughed as you took a sip of the drink he handed you. At times like this it’s best to just let Sirius be Sirius and not stress yourself out.

James stretched his hand under his sheet and pointed behind you. “Look he's coming down now.”

Sirius jumped off you in excitement, you simply laughed taking a swig of your drink as you turned around to see what all the fuss was about.

Tall, very handsome, smart, sarcastic, handsome (have you said handsome yet?) Remus Lupin was coming down the stairs from the Gryffindor dorms dressed as the one and only Goblin King, tight pants and all.

You began to cough and choke on your drink you had just taken a sip of and just in your peripheral you could see a flash as Sirius took your photo.

“Hey (y/n) are you ok?” Remus said coming to your side from the stairs.

You waved him off and turned around to get a hold of yourself. Once you stopped coughing you downed the rest of your drink and handed it off to James before facing Remus again.

You thought you had a grip on yourself, but you stared for a moment as you felt your mouth go agape and your eye get lost in the site in front of you.

“(y/n) are you ok?” He asked again

You snapped out of it as Sirius pushed in front of you to take your photo once more.

“Give me that.” You attempted to grab his stupid camera from him, but he dodged you and ran away.

“Thank me later!” He shouted as he jumped over the couches

“Sorry about him, I don’t know what he's on.” Remus shook his head.

“Yeah me either.” You lied through your teeth. You knew, Sirius knew, pretty much anyone in the room with eyes probably knew. But you had not too long ago confessed to Sirius your crush on David Bowie’s portrayal of the goblin king, and of course, he long since knew you had a crush on Remus.

“You seemed spaced out.” Remus said, drawing your focus to him and away from his costume. It was hard not to stare as your mind raced off with unfriendly thoughts.

“Sorry, I’m just… I um,” You could feel your face heat up as you stuttered, “I um... Like your costume.”

“Thank you, I wasn’t fully committed to it, but Sirius convinced me to go all out.”

“Of course he did.” You laughed moving your eyes to anything else in the room than the man in front of you.

“(Y/n)?”

“Hmm,” you tried to remain oblivious to him as you continued to look anywhere but at him.

“(y/n),” This time his hand came up to your chin and forced your eyes to meet his. “Am I making you nervous?” He laughed a little as he looked down at you with a knowing grin. Damn him, you could just melt.

“No” You stuttered out trying to look away again.

“Oh my god, you like the goblin king don't you?”

“What, no, shut up” You laughed covering your face with your hands in embarrassment.

“Hold on, no judgment from me sweetheart. Sirius told me long ago about it.” He pulled your wrist away from your face and kissed your palm. “If it helps I’m only teasing, you make me nervous every day I’m just returning the favor.” Now you were really melting.

“I make you nervous.” You looked up at him through your lashes, and he softly rubbed your wrists

“All the time.”

When did the room get this hot?

“I know I just got here, but do you wanna get out of here?”

Your mouth hung in disbelief, how did you get to this moment?

“Yes.”

Remus smiled, grabbing your hand and pulling you through the crowd back towards the entrance as you both dove out into the hallway giggling as you went.

[rip-us-xoxo]

Baby number six- George Weasley x Reader (REPOST)

Posted APRIL 16, 2021

Reposted APRIL 16, 2023

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Request-please do a suuuuper smutty george x fem reader where george has a huge breeding kink!

A/n- I love this request sm omgggg! Thx for requesting😘

Warnings- SMUT, breeding kink (duh), dom/sub themes, a little choking, praise, a little degradation, slight daddy kink, please tell me if I missed anything!

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Life with George was interesting to say the least. Besides having 5 kids already, George was obsessed with the idea of you pregnant. Almost everyday since your last child was born, George would bring up the idea of you getting pregnant again and today was no different. 

“Morning darling,” George greeted you as he walked out of your bedroom. You were just sitting at the table, drinking tea, basking in the quiet before your kids woke up. 

“Morning,” you smiled and waited for George to make his way over to you before leaning your head up to give him a kiss.

“Kids aren’t up yet?” George asked, using his wand to have a cup float to his hand. You just shook your head and took another sip. “You should’ve heard little Mason last night, baby wouldn’t stop crying, having a two-year-old is exhausting,” you sighed. 

“Well you’ve done it four times before, two at the same time! You’re doing great,” George praised and leaned down to give you another kiss, but the sound of your twins, Grace and Faith, trampling down the stairs— their names not fitting the situation at all—  interrupted your moment. 

“Mommy, daddy!” they cheered in unison while running straight for you both. Grace ran straight to George and gave him a big hug while Faith jumped in your lap, snuggling up into you. 

“Morning mommy,” she giggled, nuzzling her head into your neck. “Morning baby,” you said while stroking her hair. You looked over to see George swinging Grace around, a small smile coming to your face. 

You loved seeing George with kids, it was the cutest thing. 

“Well I guess since you two are up, daddy and I should start on breakfast for you kids,” you stated, the girls quickly shaking their heads ‘yes’ and running up the stairs to wait. 

You sighed and looked over to George, giving a mutual eyebrow raise, both knowing today was going to be chaotic. 

You and George were right, all day, it was “Mommy!” this, “Daddy!” that. By the time it was time for everyone to go to bed, George went to go tuck in your two oldest children, Fred and Sarah, into bed. Even though Fred was 10 and Sarah was 7, George refused to not tuck them in at night. 

While he did that, you were trying to calm down Mason, who was currently crying, and put him to bed. Grace and Faith were not helping you though, they were running around you with their toothbrushes in their hands. 

“Mommy watch out! It’s the toothpaste monster!” Grace screamed, and Faith ran straight into you, the toothpaste all over her face surely getting on your clothes. You groaned, hitting your limit with them. 

You guys! Your brother is currently crying and you two are not helping!” you yelled. They both stopped in their tracks and looked up at you, Grace’s eyes forming tears in them. They both huffed and ran right out of Mason’s room, followed by a loud bump and George’s voice asking, “Woah, what’s wrong?”. But no little voices answered, all that followed were two more, even louder, huffs and a door slam. 

“Hey, what’s going on with them two? I thought they didn’t get moody until they were older?” George asked, earning a slight glare from you. George put his hands up in defense and that’s when Mason looked over at George and immediately calmed down, making grabby hands at him. 

Your mouth fell open and George just laughed, “Does baby want his daddy? Yes he does!”. George grabbed him from you and rocked him back and forth a few times before setting him down in his crib. You watched in amazement as Mason rolled over, and not after long, tiny snores were heard. 

George quickly grabbed your hand and dragged your flabbergasted body out of the room. “How did you do that?!” you whisper-yelled. George shrugged his shoulders, “What can I say? Kids love me.”. 

“Well then you should be the one carrying them in your stomach because they’re little devils while I’m pregnant with them,” you said turning around to head toward yours and George’s room. 

“Nah, I like seeing you pregnant better,” George said while hurrying to walk behind you. “Well,” he thought for a second, “I guess I should say I like the night that leads to you getting pregnant,” he grabbed you by your wrist and pushed you up again the wall right by your bedroom, “and then when I see you pregnant, oh, you have no idea what that does to me.”. 

You could practically see George’s eyes go from your childrens daddy to your daddy real quick. You gulped slightly and stood a little taller, “As I’ve come to find out,” you said, acting innocent to the whole situation. 

You got out of George’s grip and started to walk into the bedroom, immediately regretting your actions and picking up the pace to save yourself from George’s sexual rath. 

You heard George growl and his footsteps quickly come closer behind you, causing you to squeak and start running. But you weren’t quick enough, George grabbed you from behind and pulled you into him so that your back was firm against his chest. 

“You wanna try running again?” he whispered in your ear. You quickly shook your head no and you heard a low chuckle erupt from George’s throat, “I thought so.”. 

After his grip loosened on you, you turned around and looked up to meet his eyes once more. They were now even darker than before, you now knew that you were either in for a rough night, or George was in his mindset where all he could think about was filling you up. It wouldn’t be the first time. 

“No more wasting time, baby, I wanna fill you up as soon as possible,” he whispered harshly and pushed you down onto the bed. “Second one,” you thought. 

When you noticed that George was eyeing your body that was only covered with a tank top and pajama shorts that were obviously too small for you, you started to get undressed. Slowly though, to not give George what he wants just yet. You started by sensually taking off your shorts, looking him right in the eyes, biting your lip slightly. 

You then slowly dragged your hands up your legs to take off your tank top, but George had already had enough. “Stop being a little tease,” he growled and yanked the tank top off of you. 

He grabbed you and flipped you over, making your ass stick up, and the pair of panties you had on come flying off. “Beautiful,” he gasped, making your head duck down in embarrassment. 

You had always been insecure about what you looked like after you had your kids, but George thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world, especially because of all of your pregnancy scars. 

“I know you don’t believe me, but trust me, I am enamored by you,” George whispered in your ear, dragging his hand down your back, making goosebumps erupt on your skin. 

“I can’t wait any longer baby, you think you can take me now?” George asked, his dick obviously hurting from being contained in his pants. You nodded your head, honestly wanting him already too. 

“That’s my girl,” he chuckled. You shortly heard the sound of his pants and underwear fall to the ground. You turned your head to the side to look at him, and the sight made you involuntarily buck your hips back. 

“Patience baby,” George told you, running a hand over your ass. You groaned and rolled your eyes, looking forward, “You’re one to talk.”. 

George immediately brought his hand down to your throat, grabbing it and forcing you to be upright against his chest. 

“You really need to stop talking, little one,” George whispered in your ear. Oh now he was definitely far gone. All he could think about was dominating you. 

“Yes Georgie,” you gulped. “Glad that you understand,” he chuckled, before fucking right up into you. 

“Oh fuck!” you moaned and threw your head back. “Language,” George hissed, throwing a hand over your mouth, fucking up into you once more. Soon, George set a steady, semi-fast pace. 

Not long after starting, you felt your release coming. And since George knew you like the back of his hand, he knew you were close too. “Come on, baby, you can do it,” George grunted. George’s encouragement made you come undone within a split second. 

You came with a loud moan, muffled by George’s hand. George didn’t stop to let you rest though, he kept going, obviously wanting to achieve his goal. You were too sensitive though, you brought your hand back to grab onto George’s arm, hissing as he picked up his pace. 

“Sensitive, baby?” George asked, to which you quickly nodded your head. George stopped for a second, pulling out and flipping you over so that you were on your back, but immediately pushed back in. 

“Just relax baby,” George told you, grabbing your hands to interlace with them. You nodded your head and threw it back to try and breathe, but the only thing that came out was a fairly loud moan. 

“Shhh, we wouldn’t want to wake up our kids, would we?” George taunted. You looked up and shook your head, biting your lip to try and suppress any moans. 

After a few more minutes, you and George were both close to your releases. “I’m close,” George breathed out, “I know, me too,” you told him. 

When the knot came forming in your stomach again, George just looked in your eyes and nodded, giving you enough motivation to release. 

“Hold on, baby, I am so close,” George told you, knowing that you were going to be overstimulated and sensitive— which he wasn’t wrong— you had tears forming in your eyes from it. 

After saying that, George threw his head back with a moan, his cum filling you up. You both breathed heavily and George pulled out, quickly shoving his fingers into you. 

“We wouldn’t want any to go to waste, would we?” he asked. You shook your head and winced when he shoved his fingers farther in before pulling them out. He watched some of his load ooze out of you. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more perfect sight,” George smiled. You smiled too and put your hands up so that you two could go to the bathroom and get all cleaned up. George grabbed you bridal style and exclaimed, “To the bathroom we go!”. 

After some amazing aftercare, you and George made your way back to your bed, getting under the covers and snuggling into each other. 

“You think you’ll get pregnant?” George asked, hope and excitement laced in his voice. You giggled and looked toward him, “Well, you haven’t failed us before.”. 

“True,” he said cockily and pulled you closer to him, giving you a firm kiss on your forehead, “now go to sleep, my queen, let’s hope baby number six is on it’s way.”.

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xoxo

[imagininghogwarts]

I go absolutely feral for Professor R. J. Lupin. Not young Lupin, not Mooney. Professor Lupin. There, I said it

[beingsuneone]

The One

SYNOPSIS: it would’ve been fun. If he would’ve been the one.

FANDOM: Harry Potter

PAIRING(S): Mattheo Riddle x Fem!Reader

RATING: G

CHARACTERS MENTIONED: Goyle, Crabbe, Draco, Theo, Pansy, Enzo, Blaise, Tom, Voldemort

GENRE/AU: Angst, Unhappy ending, Arranged Marriage Au!, reader is married to Goyle (not by choice),

WORD COUNT: 2.4k

WARNINGS: Angst

A/N: *cough* the 1 by Taylor Swift was my inspo. *cough* header and dividers made by me. I would also like to make a part two to this. Note: Voldemort/Toms son Tom Jr who looks exactly like him! (Pre-Voldemort)!AU hope this helps.

DEDICATIONS: the people who voted for him in the poll :)

CREDITS: N/A

The silver band on your finger glistens in the bright lights of the wedding hall, looking anything but enticing; instead of a symbol of love and comfort, it was like a shackle that tied you to a man you didn’t love forever.

Your eyes scan the crowd for the millionth time this evening, trying to seek out a pair of familiar brown eyes— your heart drops for the millionth time this evening, and you realize all over again that no matter how many times your eyes search for his, it will not make him appear.

He won’t come, you know that now as your new husband leans over to ‘kiss the bride’.

You try to wipe the disappointment off of your face, let go of his messy brown curls and smooth words, his rough hands and intoxicating scent.

Mattheo Riddle wasn’t yours to think about anymore; the man in front of you was.

Why your father thought a marriage alliance with Gregory Goyle would help your family, you’ll never know.

Worse, Goyle was, at one point, at least a decent friend of yours; You, Mattheo, Draco, Theo, Enzo, Blaise, Tom, Goyle, and Crabbe, used to strut around Hogwarts like you owned the place— let’s be honest, you damn near did. You and your protective group of Slytherins.

You allow your lips to touch Goyle’s for only a moment before you pull back and smile cordially; the two of you walk arm-in-arm down the aisle until you reach the doors at the end.

The moment you’re through, you push him away.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He says sadly. “If I could have said no, I would have.”

You shake your head, not even listening. “He didn’t even come, Goyle. I thought he’d at least try.”

Goyle sighs. “It wasn’t up to any of us. Not even Mattheo.”

Your eyes sting so you force your face to go deadpan and stare at Goyle. “I will always love you as a friend, Goyle, but I will never love you as anything more.” You say, retreating towards your dressing room.

He says nothing in return. He doesn’t need to. The feeling is mutual.

You enter your dressing room and release a strained breath, resting your head against the door after you close it.

Taking a deep breath, you allow yourself to daydream; to think what this day would be like if Mattheo was the one wearing a suit, the one saying his vows and sliding a ring onto your finger. You let yourself imagine all of the things you would’ve shared with him in this alternate reality, all the joy you might���ve felt. The future you might’ve been able to look forward to.

A tear slips silently down your cheek as your throat closes, suffocating you in the feelings you wish you were feeling.

Someone clears their throat and your eyes fly open, as your whole body snaps stick straight.

It’s your father, sitting eery and alone in a dark room. “You had to grow up one day, Y/n,” he says as his cold gaze sweeps over you. “Stop running around with that Riddle kid and risking your future.”

You shake your head. “The only real future I had was with him, Father.” You tug on the skirt on your wedding dress, and then your hair. “All this— this glamour and camaraderie is you, father, you playing puppeteer with real live people. I don’t know what status you think you’ll get from Goyle, of all people.”

Your father just sneers and pulls up his sleeve— an elaborate tattoo meant to symbolize his allegiance to Voldemort. The dark mark. He says, “You know exactly who that boy’s father is, and exactly where that puts me in relation.” He pauses. “This is what the Dark Lord wanted, Y/n.”

“…what?” Your mouth hangs open, and you wonder why the dark lord would want to torment you personally. “Why would he… I don’t understand.”

Your father just brushes past you and twists the door open. “If the Dark Lord doesn’t tell, you do not ask.”

……

“You’re going to marry him, right?” Pansy asks, smiling at you in the way that friends do when you have a crush on someone.

You shrug, playing it cool but despite your heart going a thousand miles a minute; excitement courses through your veins at the thought of Mattheo. “I think we’d have to become an actual thing first, Pansy.” You laugh.

She winks at you playfully. “I don’t think that’ll take too long, Y/n, He is whipped for you.”

You shake your head. “He is not.” Your heart still flutters.

“He is.” A new voice cuts in, and it sends a shiver down your spine. You turn to face Mattheo, who is now leaning in the doorframe.

What an entrance.

Pansy looks between the two of you and smirks mischievously. “I‘ll leave you two alone and go bug Blaise.” She slips past Mattheo.

You can’t meet his eyes as you grin stupidly at the floor, and the shirt in your hand.

“You talk about me often?” He says, settling on the floor next to you; he breaks you out of your stupor by gently tugging the shirt out of your hands.

You finally look at him. “No, only when Pansy brings you up. Which is always.” You bite your lip as you smile. “I don’t mind it though, you’re one of my favourite subjects.”

“That’s good,” he agrees, toying with a lock of your hair. “I think the guys are sick of hearing about you.”

“Of course they are,” you banter, “They already know everything about me.”

Mattheo leans in closer. “I don’t think they know everything.” His head dips down until his lips are just millimeters from yours. “They wouldn’t know what your lips feel like, would they?”

He bridges the gap and the two of you spent what is probably several minutes just kissing, and when he pulls away you’re breathless.

“No, I don’t think they know that.” Your voice comes out high-pitched, still trying to catch your breath both mentally and physically.

“I hope they never find out.” He says quietly.

You nod absent-mindedly. “Me too.”

….

You sigh deeply and set down the box in your new living room. Trying to put a positive spin on it, you think about how it won’t be terrible living with a friend instead of your parents, who were never there when they needed to be and always there when you needed them to leave.

Emotionally and physically.

You and Goyle are throwing a housewarming party, per his mothers request; so, technically this box really shouldn’t be in this room right now. It needs to be prepped for the party.

Goyle walks into the room. “Malfoy wants to know if he should invite Mattheo.”

You shrug. “Tell him to invite him, I don’t think he’ll show up either way.” Getting over Mattheo has not been easy, and when you think about him, his absence still sends several intense stabs through your heart.

You can still feel the ravines where the cracks in your heart formed. If he did show up, it would either put you on the path to healing or destroy you all over again and possibly forever.

You were fully prepared for the latter if it meant seeing him one last time.

But he won’t show, just like he wasn’t there when you really needed him just a few months ago, when some other man’s ring was being slipped onto your finger and you were near powerless to stop it.

Goyle stares at you for minutes, as if you’re fragile and need to be handled gently. “It is short notice.”

You pick the box back up and walk past him, just to stop at the foot of the stairs. “That’s not what I mean and you know it.” Then, you go upstairs and place the box in the guest bedroom. You have all this space in your new house and absolutely nothing to do with it.

Rooms filled with expectations and soured dreams.

….

Parties should be fun; this cake, considering it’s your favourite flavour, should taste good. You’re surrounded by the faces of your closest friends, all your family— though you aren’t fond of many of them— and all of Goyle’s family. Yet, all you feel is unfulfilled aching for Mattheo.

You feel so pathetic, always thinking about Mattheo, always relating everyone moment to your first love.

But you had wanted him to be your last. Your only. Your everything.

Draco is here, and he’s the one who asked about inviting Mattheo, so you’re pretty sure he’s not coming and you know you absolutely shouldn’t ask.

Instead, you stare at Draco as you eat the tasteless cake, wishing he’d somehow understand what you wanted to know.

Doesn’t help that he’s across the room.

“Y/n, come upstairs for a minute.” Pansy says, dragging you away from the party and into your bedroom. Or what will be your bedroom, anyways.

When the door has shut and she’s locked it, she turns back to you. “You can’t spend the whole party pining over the possibility of Mattheo showing up, Y/n; I know how much he means to you but you have to accept that you’re married and it’s over. You’re only going to hurt yourself more if you keep obsessing over this.”

You reel back, though you’re thankful for how bluntly Pansy says it. “I know, Pansy, I know. I just— I don’t know if can ever get over him. I mean…” You trail off trying to find your words. “Goyle was probably the last person out of our group that I would’ve chosen if I couldn’t have Mattheo. Truly, I think I could live if it was Enzo, or Theo, or even Draco, but not Goyle.”

She sighs. “But it’s not them, and it is Goyle.”

“So, what now?” You huff. “I’m just supposed to… I don’t know, keep his house and have his kids?”

Pansy’s eyes soften but she doesn’t respond; its a rhetorical question and there really isn’t any proper answer for it.

Then, there is a knock at the door. Pansy unlocks and opens the door, just enough for her to see who it is.

When she does, she says nothing. You watch her slip out the door before you even see who is behind it.

And then he steps in.

Mattheo Riddle.

“Hello, Y/n.” He says, so plainly as though he hasn’t just affected you in more ways than you could ever possibly count.

You look away. “You actually came.”

He clears his throat. “I did.”

You can almost picture him a few years back, standing in your dorm room door, smiling at you in that teasing way that made you knees weak.

Except he’s not smiling, and there is absolutely nothing blissful about this moment.

“There’s something I have to tell you.” Mattheo shuts the door behind him. “If it changes anything at all.”

…..

“There’s something I want to tell you, y/n.” Mattheo says one day, cryptically. “I’m just not sure if I should yet.”

You brush his hair out of his face. “Whatever it is, you can tell me, whenever you’re ready.”

He shakes his head, but he’s not disagreeing. “I’m worried you’ll see me differently.”

“There is nothing in the world that could make me see you differently, Mattheo.”

He seems sated by your words, and pulls you into a hug, resting his chin on top of your head. The two of you stay like that for a long while before he finally says, “I’ll tell you, but not today.”

You nod silently and focus on the feel of his arms around you, not wanting to take a single moment with him for granted.

…..

“What is it, Mattheo?” You say exhaustedly while you sit down on the mattress. “What could you say that would change anything?”

He takes a deep breath and sits beside you. “I know why this is happening, why Voldemort singled you out.”

You look up at him. “Mattheo…” trailing off, you stare at his sleeve in horror, dreading what you think he’s going to say. “Please tell me you didn’t.”

He furrows his eyebrows, following your gaze; when he realizes, his eyebrows shoot up again. “No! No, That’s not why I know.”

You visibly deflate with relief. He instinctively curls his arm around you but then quickly pulls it away. “Okay,”

He chuckles dryly. “My reason is actually much worse.” Mattheo pauses, blowing out a breath. “I’m his son.”

.

.

.

After a moment's hesitation, you shoot up from your spot, your eyes blown wide with disbelief. “Mattheo, you cannot be serious.”

He stands up, and sits you back down, trying to keep you calm. “It’s not like I want to advertise that my father is the most notorious dark wizard in history.” He reaches out and pushes a strand of hair out of your face, like you used to do to him so many times. “But he didn’t want you with me, Y/n, all of this is happening to you because of me.”

He sinks down to his knees in front of you and takes your hands in his.

“So,” You start. “I was personally targeted by the dark lord because you couldn’t bother to mention what’s probably a very important detail.”

His fingers tighten around yours. “I was so scared that you wouldn’t love me anymore if I told you, and then, by the time you were engaged, it was too late.”

You push his hands away. “Mattheo, I would have loved you no matter what you told me.” The hurt in your voice makes him back away from you and you can see the pain swirling in his eyes too.

“I told you. You know. Now, we can fix this.”

“No, Mattheo,” You stand up and push him towards the door. “It’s too late. You’re too late.”

He shakes his head rapidly. “No. No, it’s not.” Mattheo tries to stop you from opening the door but ultimately you push him over the threshold. “Please, Love, We can make it work— we could run away, do anything— please.”

You can’t look at him as you speak, while tears flow freely down your cheeks. “We were something, don’t you think so?”

His face falls, and you can see his heart shatter— you can feel your heart mirror his.

Perhaps, though, the most painful part is when he replies; “Yeah, we were.”

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[lilaccmilk]

Maybe I am too busy being yours

to fall for somebody new

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Slytherin!reader (drabble) Summary: Mattheo gets jealous. That's it. A/n: I was thinking of this specific scenario during my daydreaming. SO I've decided to write it. Inspired from the lyric "Maybe I am too busy being yours to fall for somebody new CW: my shitty writing, fluff, hurt/comfort, mattheo being insecure and jealous, ooc mattheo ig

You were walking with Harry to the great hall for breakfast. You had been good friends despite you being a Slytherin. Harry needed some help figuring out a spell and Hermione was busy and you were more than happy to help. Early in the morning you had met Harry in the library as your schedule was filled up later. You both were now catching up while moving towards the Great Hall. Bidding your goodbyes, you made your way towards your boyfriend who was staring at you with an unknown expression brewing in his eyes.

"Good morning love" you greeted only to earn back silence. "Good morning theo." you said a bit louder, he just stared at you and went back to eating. Furrowing your eyebrows, you further poked at him, "What's wrong theo?" Silence was all you got. After the breakfast he quickly stood up and made his way to the slytherin common room. It was empty as most of the students were enjoying themselves outside in the snow. You were quick to follow.

"Mattheo Riddle, if you think I'm going to let you off that easily then you are highly mistaken." you raised your voice a bit and made him turn towards you. "What's the matter love?" you spoke again in a soft voice. "Why don't you just be with that damn Potter?" he snarked. You blinked and stayed silent for a few seconds processing that he was in fact jealous and burst out laughing. He stared at you with a confused look. You managed to compose yourself and then spoke to him," Hey, love he's just a friend. He wanted some assistance with some spells and I got up early to help him so I can spend the rest of the day with you. I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new. I love you theo. Only you." You tiptoed to kiss him softly, he returned the kiss. "Now I feel like an idiot, I love you too." he mumbled against your lips. "Lets go outside?" your offered and he nodded. You spent the day walking in the snow, making snow angels and having snow fights with the rest of your friends.

[tomriddleslovergirl]

Catching the Golden Trio staring at you

Pairing: Poly golden trio x reader

You’re in the great hall eating dinner when you feel like somebody is staring at you.

You turn around and your eyes instantly fall onto the golden trio, who are all looking at you.

Harry spits out his drink and quickly looks done at his food pretending like he hadn’t just been staring at you.

Hermione quickly gives you a quick smile then pulls Ron closer to her to get him to stop looking at you like a deer caught in headlights.

You turn around, suddenly feeling self conscience.

[gulnarsultan]

The golden trio are shocked when they learn that you are Draco's grandmother. Because they don't understand how a good person like you can be related to Draco.

[ellievickstar]

i formerly request a draco fic please 🙋‍♀️

Perfect for Me (Draco x GN!Reader)

Summary: After years of being insecure, maybe you’re both the key each other’s confidence.

A/N: I struggled writing this. I have no clue how Draco would act because I didn’t really pay attention to him in the books. But, I pushed through and I think this is pretty good. But what if the dark lord catches wind of this new…distraction…?

Requested? Well- I think you already know the answer to that- 

Inspired? By my wonderful conversation with @cityofidek 

Warnings: This is my AU so the riddle twins do exist, and Theodore, and Lorenzo. Fluff to angst. Mentions of insecurities, reader not believing she’s good enough, etc. 

(Gif is not mine) 

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“No, no, PUT ME DOWN ALL OF YOU OR I SWEAR-” Your sentence was cut off as you were thrown into the lake. Swimming up to the surface, you swore at the four boys that were still dry. “I’m wet because of you guys, this was my favourite sweater!” “That’s what she said,” Lorenzo joked as he high-fived Theodore. Draco laughed as he approached the lake to help you out. Mattheo, on the other hand, just smirked as he flipped to the next page of his book. 

It’s been three months since you first met these buffoons. You were a new sixth year student who transferred from a low-profile wizarding school in South-East Asia. Theodore was your childhood best friend from when you first lived in England. Now that your family has moved back, you finally got to go to the famous school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Hogwarts. 

Once you were out of the pool, Mattheo cast a quick-drying spell and you felt warm in seconds, though the alarming change of your body temperature did concern you slightly. 

“At least pass me a jacket too,” You grumbled. It was then you felt a soft material wrap around your shoulders. You blushed as your eyes met Draco’s warm gray ones. Maybe today wasn’t so terrible. 

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It took forever for you to wash your hair. You kept having the looming feeling of something slimy clinging to your body. Joining your group of friends, you talked Tom’s ear off as you complained about how you were insensitively thrown into the Black Lake. Complaining to Tom was something only you dared to do, anyone else would be scared that he’s cut their tongue off. 

“You know, I could warm you up in my dorm if you really are so cold,” Mattheo winked, chuckling as you flung a spoonful of mashed potatoes in his direction. To your dismay, someone interrupted you before you could retort at the irritating brunette. 

“Shove off,” Draco snapped. You paled as Mattheo’s eyes darkened with rage. You knew that the two boys barely tolerated each other after Draco was ordered to kill the headmaster, but, you’d never seen Mattheo this livid. 

‘Or what?” Mattheo growled as he leaned forward, almost provoking the blonde headed boy. “Or-” “Stop this nonsense, or I’ll tell father that you both require some changes in order to concentrate on your current mission!” Tom finally interfered with their argument. You breathed a sigh of relief as both boys mutter reluctant apologies. 

Though the twins did not tell you much about their father, the whispers in almost every corridor made it clear that they were the sons of the recently emerging Dark Lord, Voldemort — a ridiculous name if you said so yourself. You only knew so much about their father’s plans, you only knew that Harry Potter, the obnoxious wannabe good-two-shoes, will stop him from taking over the wizarding world, other than that you couldn’t quite be bothered to know the facts. 

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You were rushing your potions essay that Slughorn had assigned in the Slytherin common room when the prefects of the group finally got back, Tom and Draco. Tom bid you goodnight before returning to his room, however, Draco lingered behind. As you finally finished the last sentence of your essay, you looked up to see Draco staring at you awkwardly. 

“Have you been there the whole time?” You asked, already knowing the answer. Draco flushed as he nodded. You sat up as you patted the spot beside you, motioning him to sit. He approches you while using two fingers to loosen his tie.  You giggled as you remembered the argument Draco and Tom had about the usefulness of ties. Tom thought that ties made people look tidy and professional while Draco said that the tie was no use and only restricted someone, or in his words, ‘A neck hanging death trap’. 

You rested your head on Draco’s shoulder as you both sat together in a now comforting silence. 

“Dray?” You said as your eyes began to grow heavier. “Yeah?” He replied as he rubbed your back with continued to lull you to sleep. “Don’t tell Theo, but your my best friend,” You smiled as he chuckled. His body vibrated against you as you finally closed your eyes, welcoming sleep with open arms. 

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Click. Click. Click.

“Quiet down! You’ll wake them up!” Someone shushed as the clicking of a camera continued to rouse you from your slumber. You blinked back as you vision was still blurry from sleep. Sitting up, you wiped your eyes as you glanced around the room. Lorenzo and Theodore was standing up straight, hands behind their backs as they flashed you smiles that probably did not look as innocent as they hoped. 

“What time is it…and what are you guys up to?” You asked warily. You glanced down at the pillow you had been leaning against and flushed sas you spotted the messy hair of a particular blonde-headed boy. You looked back at the two trouble makers and spied a camera behind Theodore’s back. 

“Give that to me, Hey!” You yelped as they suddenly took off, you got up and ran after them, hot on their heels. They laughed as they purposely slowed down only to speed up again. “Curse your long legs, no fair!” You pushed yourself to run faster as the made circles around the common room. You were finally able to tackle Theodore when the camera was snatched it of your grasp. You growled, ready to pounce on the next person but paused as you saw Mattheo hold the machinery while scanning through the photos. 

“Is that YN and Draco?” He asked as he showed you the photo he was looking at. “Yes, and they look adorable and I ship it,” Theodore grunted from the ground. Mattheo seemed to grow red as he tossed the camera to Lorenzo. “It will never happen, I’m so much better for her,” He smirked. You cocked your head at his bold statement. “She and Draco are a better pair and you know it!” Theodore argued. “She and Draco is like her and Lorenzo,” Something that would never happen because you were pretty sure Lorenzo liked someone else. 

“‘She’ has a name,” You snapped. “And ‘she’ thinks that she can decide for herself who is a better match. So get your heads out of your asses because she is not a piece of property for you to negotiate about,” You stormed away. Those…those arseholes! How dare they decide what was good for you without even thinking to consult you. You scoffed as you went up to your dorm. 

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The day was duller then usual. With a bad start in the morning, it only got progressively worse. Tom seemed to be in a bad mood so he snapped at you during potions. During charms, you were scolded by professor Flitwick because you just couldn’t get the spell right no matter how many times you tried. Professor Snape in DADA seemed to be particularly moody and you were scolded for the fifth time that day for asking a ‘stupid question’. 

The tipping point was when you received an owl during dinner. It was from your parents. Being Asian, despite the stereotypes, you family was quite laid back on your career options. However, they expected top notch grades from you and anything less would have them lecturing you for a whole holiday and constantly criticising you, telling you that you would be able to do it write if you just worked harder or tried to be more intelligent. You sighed at the thought of your parents and rubbed your temples as you read the letter. 

Dear YN, 

We called the school and we are very disappointed with your performance. How can you be losing to that girl in Gryffindor? You are expected to be the best, and if you do not buckle down by next semester, you can forget about coming home. We expect better from you, missy, and if you do choose to return with such atrocious results, you will face consequences. 

Wishing you well,                                                                                                           Your Parents. 

You tore the letter in half and and tucked it in your pocket. You could not believe them! You were third in your whole cohort and yet they still wanted you to be better!? You weren’t Hermione Jean Granger for Merlin’s sake! Your eyes watered as you poked around the food on your plate. Noticing your distress, none of your friends said anything as they quietened down as to not make you overwhelmed with conversation. 

You thought back to all the times your parents were disappointed with you. Haven’t you given enough? Why couldn’t they, for one second, think of how you felt for a change? You were so tired of giving everything for them to be proud of you, you were tired of working hard just so that you could hear the words that they have never and will never say. But, as you thought about it more, you knew that they were still your parents, and in your culture they could treat you any way they wished and somehow, they still held the right of being your parents. 

You chocked on a sob as you stood, excusing yourself from dinner as you wished to isolate yourself in order to cry in peace.

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“God, I’m pathetic,” I laughed at myself as I looked over the black lake. It had been about an hour since I excused myself from dinner. “Don’t do that, discount your feelings,” A voice suddenly echoed from in front of me. I peered up from where I sat. 

You began to feel more tears coming as a pair of arms wrapped around you curled up frame. You breathed in the familiar smell of green apples as you choked on a sob again. “Let it all out,” He breathed into the top of your head as he held you closer. More tear spilled out as began the waterworks again. 

You eventually lost track of time as you slowly went from sobs to quiet whimpers. Clinging onto his robe, the two of you felt comfort in each other’s presence. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asked gently. You shook your head as you pressed closer to him. He hummed as he rubbed circles on your back. Exhausted from the endless tear you had in ally let go after months of suppressing your emotions, you rested your head against Draco’s chest before finally letting sleep take you. 

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You awoke in your own room. 

There was a note on your bedside as a splitting headache made you wince. You read the note and as you did, you swore that your heart skipped a beat. 

Dear YN, 

Should you awake before I return, just know that the Dark Lord has summoned me. I will be back soon, there is a potion to take care of your headache. I know that you get headaches after crying too much, please take the potion and get some more rest. I have explained to the Teachers that you are unwell. Sleep well, my love. 

Draco

P.S Pansy changed you, don’t worry, I didn’t see anything. 

You peered back at the nightstand and indeed, there was a potion. You drank it, almost wanting to throw up at the rancid taste. Lying back down, you played with the edge of your sheets as you thought back to Yesterday. Though it was very blurry, you vaguely remembered the feeling of being lifted from the ground as Draco’s raspy voice kept telling you to go back to sleep. You flushed at the indistinct memory. You began to wonder what this meant for your relationship with Draco. We’re you still just best friends? We’re you more than that? You thoughts traveled back to the note as you remembered the nickname. What did he mean by ‘my love’? You rubbed your temples, confused. 

Maybe you should just wait for him to return. 

he never did. 

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“Where were you yesterday?” You asked Draco as you sat next to him at breakfast. He hadn’t came back to check on you all day and when you had gone to his dorm, but he hadn’t been there. You asked the rest of the group but they all refused to tell you where he had gone and told you that it was best that he explained the situation to you himself. 

“It’s none of your business, YLN,” He spat as he continued to eat. You were taken back by his sudden hostility. He had just been comforting you yesterday, what had changed? You wanted to say more but you were cut off by someone else. 

“What he meant to say,” Tom seethed, “Was that we have decided that you are no longer required or needed to interact with this group,” It took you a few moments to process what he had said. We’re they kicking you off the group? You didn’t understand. “Wha-” “That means that you are a nuisance! Don’t you understand? Stay away!” The rest of the group remained silent as Draco went off on you. 

“Did yesterday mean nothing to you?” You demanded. You didn’t understand as you tried to look Draco in the eyes. You could barely recognise your best friend. You turned to Theodore and Lorenzo as you tried to desperately laugh, “This is a joke, right? Very funny guys,” But no one said anything. They looked at you with that same dull look, that look of pity, sadness. You wanted to feel rage and anger, wanted to yell at all of the, but you couldn’t find the words. You couldn’t find it in you as you got up and left quietly. 

Questions rang in your head as you kept asking yourself, what had you done wrong?

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A/N: And so my lovely readers. This is the end…or is it? Up to you honestly. 

[gor3ygutz]

I'm in my harry potter era again and have a HUGE urge to write stuff

Mainly like muggle reader cuz like, I've never seen that?? Like thatd be so interesting and cool

I just might

[ms-fade]

So I saw you’ve written a short blurb for Tom Riddle before, and I just wanted to ask if you actually wrote for any HP characters or if that was like a one time thing?? Ik it’s not on you characters list but I wanted to ask instead of assuming and sending in a request for a character you don’t even write for lmao

At the moment I don’t really take requests for hp. My friend was simping over Tom so it got me inspired to write for him! But I might in the future, but you could send in your request even if I don’t do it! I’ll see if I can’t maybe write it for you🧡🧡

[bookishdreamer28]

Height difference

Idk Mattheos actual height but let's imagine he's really tall here ✨ I hope you'll like it 👐

Mattheo is obsessed with the way his body is towering over yours. He has found himself thinking of how you'd perfectly fit in his arms many times and he can't help but feel his whole body getting hot at the very thought. From the very first moment Theodore introduced you to their group, he was instantly besotted. He was entirely mesmerized by you.

Every time you wanted to grab something that was out of your reach, he was standing closely behind you just to help you, but in reality all he wanted was to feel your small frame against his. And when you look up at him all puppy-eyed, with those eyes, he knew he was down bad already. And he knew he had fallen deeply for you.

He loved teasing you cause your reactions to his teasing were absolutely worthwhile. Seeing your flustered face was something he adored.

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"How you're doing shorty?" He said in his baritone voice and it took everything in you not to punch the smugness off of his face.

"Stop calling me shorty" you tried look mad and scary with your angry expression but Mattheo wanted to just grab your face and kiss the shit out of you.

"Ok then how about...pixie-"

"NO!" You exclaimed and walked away from him, not being able to stay any longer around his presence but one thing you didn't notice, was Mattheo laughing quietly behind you because he found your walk absolutely adorable.

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When he gets to hug you, that's when he feels like his heart will burst out. It's the way you snuggle your head in his chest, the way your arms are wrapped around his waist, and the warmth that instantly engulfing him when he feels your heart beating against him. Everything about this feeling is perfect. You just fitted perfectly.

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His most fave thing about your height difference, is when you tip toe every time you want to kiss him. He's just standing there, the corner of his lips curving upwards displaying a cheeky smile on his face as he watches you struggling while you're trying to give him a kiss.

"You know you can lean down a bit right? I can't do all the work here" you frowned as you looked up at him. He pinched you cheek softly and traced his thumb in soft circles there.

"Yeah but you have no idea how adorable you l- ouch!" You slapped his hand.

"Now, don't make me bend your head down here by force"

"I would gladly let you love" he chuckled and you smirked as you placed your forehead on your palm, sighing.

"Enough with the teasing Riddle, now kiss me" you looked up again, waiting for his lips to finally crush on yours. He felt his heart pounding like crazy against his chest.

He laughed and instead of leaning his head down, he crouched down and scooped you up into his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist and he placed one hand under your thigh and the other around your waist. Kissing you was earth-shattering. The fieeling of your soft lips locking with his, was something he has been craving for so long.

Once you pulled away, you expected him to put you down but he still held you tight against him.

"Will you put me down now?" You tried to fight back a smile as you felt his hold becoming a bit tighter, his locked on you the whole time.

"Nope, I love having you like this love" he murmured against your lips and you giggled as you once again captured your lips together in a kiss which caused your eyes to flutter close and enjoy the feeling.

Thank you for reading!!

[rip-us-xoxo]

Bent Over- George Weasley x Reader (REPOST)

Posted DECEMBER 22, 2020

Reposted APRIL 16, 2023

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Request-if you’re confortable, can i request really kinky smut for george weasley with the christmas prompts 3 and 15 :) thank youuuuu!

A/n- Omg yes I’m comfortable! I love George sm!!! I hope it’s kinky enough for you ;)))

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Warnings- smut (lot’s of it), daddy kink

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The Burrow, one of the best places in the world, especially around Christmas time. There were Molly’s amazing holiday hugs, her sweaters, but the one of the best things was the feast that she cooks. 

“Molly, this looks delicious!” you gasped as you looked at the feast in front of you. “Oh stop it, dear,” she gushed and waved her hand dismissively. 

“You’ve really outdone yourself, mum,” George praised and grabbed some turkey and put it on his plate. You looked over at George and smiled, to which he smiled back. The action was purely innocent, but the words inside of George’s mind were the complete opposite. 

“I wonder what she’d look like bent over the table,” he thought and rested his elbows on the table, undressing you with his eyes from across the table. To you, it looked like he was just admiring you, which made you blush. 

George knew that you weren’t catching on to what he was trying to do, he knew that you thought it was all innocent thoughts. So, he was determined to make sure that you knew what his intentions were. 

It started with a few winks here and there and lingering touches when he would get up from his seat and walk past you. But when you still weren’t responding the way he wanted you to, he did something he knew you would get all heated over. 

He slowly walked behind you as you were eating and grabbed onto your shoulder before slightly yanking you upward and leaning down yo your ear. “You know what? I don’t want this feast because you look much more delicious right now,” he whispered hotly in your ear, making you choke on your boiled carrots. 

He smirked at the reaction that he oh so loved and reached in front of you to grab a roll and took a bite out of it while looking at you before winking coolly and walking back to his seat. The wetness that pooled in your panties was starting to become annoying and it was all you could think about during dinner. 

A few hours later, everyone was heading up to go to bed, which meant you and George needed to too. You and George offered to clean up though, which meant you got a few moments alone before you needed to head up. 

While you were washing the dishes, the only thing you could think of was the wetness pooling, still, in your panties. George came behind you suddenly and placed a kiss on the back of your neck. 

“Hi darling,” he whispered in your ear before placing more kisses down your neck. Right when he was getting down to your collarbone, he stopped and looked up.

“Oh look! Mistletoe!” he exclaimed, making you look up too. Sure enough, there was mistletoe floating midair right above the both of you, it was definitely George’s doing. He smirked down at you before slowly leaning in, and you being desperate in that moment you quickly connected your lips and tried to deepen it, trying to get him to take you right there. But to your dismay, he pulled away with an innocent smile and walked over to the counter to start putting away leftovers. 

You pouted quietly and kept on doing the dishes. A few minutes later, your brain randomly wandered to George grabbing you roughly, pinning you against the counter and fucking you sensless into it. 

The thought caused a jolt of pleasure to course through your body, causing you to stop cleaning dishes suddenly. You clamped your thighs together as tightly as you could and gripped onto the counter, making your knuckles go white. Your actions didn’t go unnoticed by George though. 

“Princess, are you alright?” George asked you from the other side of the kitchen where he was putting away the leftovers. You looked over to him, bit your lip and nodded before quickly looking back forward. 

“Are you lying to me?” he questioned, his voice was stern but light. You looked back over to him, your lip still in between your teeth, and nodded quickly before running over to him, pushing the food out of his hand and pushing him against the counter, “Please Georgie. You know I’m not alright, you were teasing me at dinner. Please daddy, I’m desperate.”. 

You started grinding your hips on his, making him chuckle. “Hold on Princess,” he told you and tried to turn around to clean up the food that was thrown everywhere, but you kept grinding your hips down. 

“I said hold on,” he growled and held your hips still right up against his groin, placing just enough friction where you wanted it, making you moan quietly. “You made a mess baby, you better clean it up,” he told you and pushed you up against him, motioning to the food that was splattered everywhere. 

You huffed, tears brimming your eyes because of how frustrated you were, and walked over to start cleaning. Not even 10 seconds later, George grabbed you by the hips and slammed you back onto the counter, pushing your back down enough to make your butt stick up. 

“Do you know how bad I’ve wanted you since dinner?” he whispered in your ear and caressed your sides. You nodded your head and threw your head into his shoulder when he trailed his hands down and squeezed your butt. 

“I don’t think you know how bad I want you. You want me to show you?” he breathed into your ear and when you nodded your head he smiled slightly before pulling down your skirt suddenly and bringing his hand down to feel your panties. 

“Looks like you wanted me really bad too,” he mused before pulling your panties aside and sticking two fingers in. You moaned quietly and the sudden pleasure. He started pumping his finger in and out of you while caressing your side. 

“I want to bend you over the kitchen table, I’ve been wanting to do that since we sat down for dinner,” he grunted, clearly turned on from the sight in front of him. “Then do it,” you panted before letting out another quiet moan. 

He didn’t think twice before taking his fingers out of you and grabbing you roughly, quickly bringing you over to the table and bending you over. He pulled your panties down quickly and grabbed both of your arms, pinning them behind your back, “I want you to keep your arms here, alright?”. 

You nodded in response and kept your arms where they were, waiting for George to take off his pants and boxers. “Alright princess, you ready?” he questioned and put the tip of his cock in your entrance. “P-Please, daddy. Need you inside of me p-please,” you stuttered out. 

You gasped as he pushed himself all the way inside of you. Your eyes started rolling to the back of your head when he brought his hand down to your clit, rubbing it quickly. It was all becoming too much so you moved your arms to try and grab onto something but George grabbed your arms and pinned them back down on your back. 

“I said to keep your arms there,” he growled and picked up his pace rubbing your clit and fucking you from behind. “Daddy t-too much,” you whined and lifted your legs up, wrapping them around his torso. That position made his dick hit you at a new angle, making you moan loud. 

“Are you sure about that?” he chuckled but kept at the same pace, just to be sure not to go past your limit. The knot in your stomach started to form, making you wrap your legs tighter around his torso, further pushing his dick inside of you. And with a few more thrusts, you came undone with the quietest moan possible, which was still loud. 

George pulled out of you and jerked himself off until he came all over your butt. “That was wicked,” he breathed out while petting your hair. You were breathing quite heavily a few seconds later which made George chuckle once again. 

“Breathe, princess,” he coaxed and lifted you up, flipping you over and pulling you into his chest. He kept placing light kisses on your cheek, waiting for you to calm down. Once you finally did, you gave your input, “I loved that.”. 

You smiled up at him, making him nearly melt, “That was really hot. You should bend me over things more often.”. You giggled at George’s surprised and amused face but it quickly turned into a gasp when he kissed you deeply.

“I just might.”. 

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xoxo

[imagininghogwarts]

Erised | Oliver Wood

A/N: just a short little blurb to start out with! Takes place in your fifth year, during the events of the Philosopher's Stone :)

You sat on the cold floor, criss cross, like you did most nights lately. You stared into the reflection before you wistfully. You were wistful a lot these days.

The night you found the mirror, you had been tossing and turning, unable to sleep, before deciding to get up and wander the castle. You didn't exactly have an end destination in mind, but you ended up stumbling across the mirror and gazing into it for quite a while.

You weren't sure what the mirror did, but you knew you liked what you saw in it. It was you, only you were your house's quidditch captain, and you were holding up the quidditch cup in one hand. In the other hand was the hand of your friend, Oliver Wood, who was standing beside you and gazing at your reflection lovingly. It was obvious just by how he was looking at you that he was in love with you.

Could that be what the mirror did? Could it show you what you wanted? You didn't know for sure, all you knew was that you could gaze into it for eternity. That is, if Dumbledore hadn't found you late one night.

"I trust you realize by now what this mirror does, miss L/N?" You spun around to find the headmaster looking at you, surprisingly not angry with you for being out of bed. You looked at him, slightly confused. "I... I think so."

"I'll give you a hint," said the headmaster. "The happiest man in the world would gaze into it and see nothing but himself, just as he is." You pondered his words for a moment, what he said basically confirming your suspicions. "So... it shows us what we want?"

"Yes... and also no. You see, this mirror shows you only your most deepest, desperate desires. I am assuming," he said with a twinkle in his eye, "that you see Mr. Wood in the reflection, am I correct?" Your eyes widened at the headmaster's words. You'd always been close with Dumbledore, he was very fond of you, but you'd never told him that. "H-how did you...?"

"I am old, miss L/N," he said, "but I am not daft, nor am I blind. I too remember being young and in love." He gave you a knowing look, causing heat to rise to your face and your ears. You fiddled with the sleeves of your jumper, desperately changing the subject. "That's not all I see, professor..." you bit your lip. "I... I'm also quidditch captain."

Dumbledore nodded. "Ah yes, a fine chaser, and a fierce leader. You would do well as quidditch captain. But remember this, Y/N. This mirror gives us neither knowledge nor truth. Men have wasted away in front of it, even gone mad with hopeless longing. That is why tomorrow night, it will be moved to a new location, and I must ask you not to go looking for it again. It does not do to dwell on dreams, Y/N, and forget to live."

The next night, you didn't search for the mirror; in fact, you never looked for it again. Funnily enough, you began to sleep better after that. You also plucked up the courage to kiss Oliver Wood, and eventually made captain of your house quidditch team, which he was very proud of you for. You supposed you had Dumbledore to thank for all of that. You would've been content to stare into that mirror for the rest of your life had he not told you what he did. And after all, it does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.

[beingsuneone]

I BET You Think About Me

SYNOPSIS: being Theo’s girlfriend is a dream… until you find out why he asked you out in the first place.

FANDOM: Harry Potter

PAIRING(S): Theodore Nott x fem!reader

RATING: PG

CHARACTERS MENTIONED: Enzo, Blaise, Draco, Mattheo, Pansy, Snape

GENRE/AU: Snape’s Daughter!Reader, Asks you out cause of a bet, kind of angsty, kind of fluffy, slytherin!reader

WORD COUNT: 2.6K

WARNINGS: swearing and kissing.

A/N: agh. It’s 3 in the morning. Enjoy. May have a tiny bit of pacing issues but it’s fine

DEDICATIONS: the polls who decided they wanted Theo while I decided I was gonna post Mattheo and Rhysand instead.

CREDITS: n/a

…Six Months Ago….

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“You can’t do it, Theo.” Draco says plainly. “If she’s anything like her father she won’t be able to feel that kind of emotion.”

Theo shakes his head. “She’s still a girl.”

Mattheo snorts, Enzo sputters. “That’s a bit sexist, Theo.” Enzo says, looking over at Y/n L/n.

She’s Severus Snape’s daughter and completely untouchable. Theo hasn’t seen a single guy going out with her in the whole six years they’d been at hogwarts.

That might be because of her father.

“Draco’s right.” Mattheo says. “She’ll never fall for you.”

“I’m gonna prove you guys wrong and you’re gonna owe me a shit ton of money for it.”

…. One Month Ago ….

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Mattheo stares at you as you walks away. “Damn, I guess you were right.” Both him and Draco reach for their wallets but Theo waves them off.

“I don’t want it— any of it.” It felt for him wrong to take the money from the bet. Theo had fallen for you just as hard— if not harder— as you’d fallen for him.

Hell, Theo would kiss the ground you walked on if you asked him.

“What do you mean?” Blaise asks incredulously. “You won the bet.”

Theo furrows his eyebrows. “Whatever, I don’t want the money.”

They all stare at him.

One, two, three minutes of silence before Mattheo blurts out: “Oh my god. Theo fell for her.” He starts to laugh, and the other boy's eyes widen.

“Wow. That’s a little bit pathetic, Theo.” Draco teases.

Pansy slides in beside Blaise. “Wow. Famous playboy Theodore Nott fell for someone?” She snickers. “Who?”

Theo deadpans. “What do you mean who?” You are Pansy’s roommate after all, Pansy should better than anybody.

Her face falls. “You don’t mean y/n. do you?” Theo nods and she gives him an exasperated look. “Theo! You literally only dated her to win a bet!”

“Yeah, I know!” He retorts. A beat of silence, then, “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“You have to tell her.” Enzo cuts in. “If you truly like her, it isn’t something you can keep secret.”

Theo nods his head absentmindedly. “I know, I know. I’ll tell her soon.”

He didn’t want his new relationship to end before it ever began.

….Present….

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Today, you woke up late, stubbed your toe on your bed and then spent the ten minutes you had to get ready looking for your damned potions book.

When you’d finally found it, threw on your uniform and got your hair into some sort of presentable, you rushed out your dorm and down the hallways as fast as your feet would take you.

Your class was on the opposite side of Hogwarts and you were already ten minutes late.

In your haste, you aren’t watching for other people in front of you and run straight into someone.

“I’m so sorry!” You exclaim frantically, picking up your books as she picks up hers.

She looks familiar but you don’t know her name.

“No, it’s okay— Oh.” Her faces twists into a scowl when she meets your gaze. “You’re Theo’s ‘Girlfriend’” she airquotes as she says ‘girlfriend’, causing you to narrow your eyes at here.

You furrow your eyebrows. “Uhm, yeah, I am. Why did you say it like that?”

She crosses her arms. “Because you and I both know that he doesn’t actually like you. You’re not his girlfriend.”

“And who, exactly, are you?” You ask, annoyance settling in your chest.

She looks down at you, a cocky expression written on her face. “You should probably just stay away from him, you know that, right?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Really, he’s going to be mine so I don’t even know what you’re doing.” She waves you off, as if she truly believes this.

You shuffle your books around in your arms and shift your weight into your other leg. “You do know that you’re not his girlfriend, right?”

“Whatever.” She shrugs, and you still don’t know her name. “Doesn’t matter if he calls you his girlfriend, it’s not like you’re a threat anyway.”

What does she mean ‘not a threat’? You feel like that’s a sentence better used to describe her considering, you’re Theo’s actual girlfriend. “What is that supposed to mean?” You ask incredulously but still relatively calm.

She gives you a mock sympathetic expression. “Oh, Sweetheart,” She starts, taunting you with each syllable. “You didn’t really think someone like Theo would settle down for someone like you… do you? I mean, he’s all parties and good times and you’re… well, you can’t even dress yourself properly.”

She looks you up and down, from your half-untucked uniform shirt to your loose tie and your unwrinkled skirt. You’re not usually this messed up. “Clearly, I do, because he did.” You pause, sigh deeply and roll your eyes. “Why am I even entertaining this conversation?” You turn away from her, preparing to tune her out and walk away.

She tuts, shaking her head. “Because you obviously know you mean nothing to him— after all when your relationship starts with a bet, I don’t think it’s ever been super stable.”

This makes you stop and turn back to her. “A bet?” You say it slowly and the words taste awful on your tongue. “What bet?”

She scoffs-laughs and smiles evilly. “Oops, did I say too much?”

Theo chooses this moment to walk up behind the two of your . He slides his hand around my waist, letting it rest there as he stands beside me. “Are you okay? You’re super late.” He asks, looking you over. His eyes flit over to the girl who was talking to you and his nose scrunched. “Why are you talking to Tracey?”

Tracey, that’s her name.

I don’t think he likes her too much.

Tracey opens her mouth to respond but I cut her off and begin dragging Theo away. “I don’t even know, Theo, let’s go.”

I can feel Tracey’s glare until we’re well out of her line of sight.

Jealous.

……

You can’t get Tracey’s words out of your head. You know it was a tactic to rile you up and, you suppose, it worked but you had this horrible feeling that maybe she wasn’t lying.

Asking Theo about it though? That was hard; you didn’t want him to think you didn’t trust him but you also didn’t want to get upset before you knew whether it was true or not.

You decided to ask one or two other people before Theo. Pansy Parkinson, was first. She’s been your friend since first year but she hung out with Theo’s group long before you ever did.

“Hey, Pansy.” You say airily. She looks up at you and smiles.

The bed creaks as you fall down onto it and sigh. “Can I ask you a random question?” You ask, fidgeting with the corner of your blankets.

She looks up at you expectantly but also with a good deal of worry. “Yeah, of course; What’s up?”

She shifts in her spot at the end of her bed, turning her full attention to me.

“Did you ever… I don’t know,” you stop, trying to find the correct words. “Did you ever hear anything about Me, Theo and a bet? While you were, like, hanging out with them.”

Pansy looks down at your fidgeting fingers and then furrows her eyebrows. She thinks about it for a minute, and her face drops so slightly I almost don’t catch it. “Oh, y/n…” she trails off. “He didn’t tell you?”

Every muscle in your body locks up. “He didn’t tell me what?” You don’t think you really want the confirmation now that you know it’s coming.

Pansy stands and then sits down next to you and pulls you into her in a side hug. “When Theo started trying to get with you it was because of a bet.” She stops but you just gesture for her to continue. “… I wasn’t actively apart of this conversation so I only got the gist of it but I was there.”

“What was the bet.” You say, with your eyes hot and your throat restricted. Your tone makes it seem like it wasn’t a question.

“The boys bet him that he couldn’t make the next woman he saw fall in love with him by the end of the year.” She gives your a sad smile. “I guess the next woman was you.”

What. The. Fuck. You’re gonna kill him, because he obviously won that goddamn bet already. You give Pansy a quick squeeze and then stand up. “I need to go talk to him.”

Pansy nods and walks back to her own bed, waving bye as you walk through the door.

Your vision is a bit blurry and your hands are shaking with betrayal and anger as you storm away from the girl’s dorms and right through the common room to the boy’s dorms.

When you reach his door, you knock loudly, despite it being late.

Draco answers. He looks you up and down and then turns his back halfway to you. “Theo, your girlfriend is here.”

Theo appears a moment later, an easy smile and his piercing eyes that you want to love so badly right now. He gently moves you back a bit and steps out of the dorm. “Hey, Baby, what’s up?”

You shudder at the pet name and his face drops. “Oh, I don’t know, Theo.”

He pulls you to the other side of the hall and keeps his hands on your arms, comforting both yourself and him. “What’s wrong? Did somebody do something to you?”

The worry on his face seems so genuine, you almost want to believe the bet was a lie— but you’re not that stupid.

“Yeah, Theo, someone hurt me.” You pause. “It was you and your fucking bet.”

He freezes. “Shit. Who told you about that?”

You don’t want to— no, you can’t look in his eyes. “That girl, Tracey, and then Pansy filled in the finer details.” You’re arms are crossed now and he can’t hold you like he was before. “Is that seriously the only thing you care about right now— actually, obviously it would be because I’m just a bet, right?”

He opens his mouth to speak but you don’t let him. “Actually,” you continue. “I don’t want to hear it— just, have a good life, Theo. I’d say we’re over but I don’t think we really ever started to begin with.”

You walk away before you second-guess yourself and ignore as he calls your name. He doesn’t run after you, which you’re equally glad for and disappointed by.

God, you don’t think your heart has ever hurt this bad.

…..

You haven’t seen Theo in class for the whole week after you ‘broke up’; you’ve seen glimpses of him outside, always smoking, or eating in the Great Hall but it’s like he’s intentionally missing every class you have together.

He probably is.

He shouldn't have that right. You’re the one who gets to avoid him, he doesn’t get to avoid you.

You’re the one who got played like a violin and ended up battered and bruised.

You don’t see him for most of your days, but, when you do— when you look at him, his eyes are always already on you.

As a result the other Slytherin boys glance at you while he stares, because of how intensely he does so. You can feel his eyes burning holes into you at all times.

You try your best to ignore him as you stand to leave the Great Hall.

A boy stops you near the entrance, you think you recognize him. He’s the same year as you, and pretty nice as far as you know. His name is Lucas, you’re pretty sure.

“Hey.” Lucas says warmly. “How are you?”

He’s a bit close, and you’re sort of backed into the wall. You laugh awkwardly. “I’m alright, um, how are you?”

He smiles. “About the same,” he looks behind him and then back at you, same easy-going smile that isn’t easy the way Theo’s is. “Anyways, I was wondering… since you broke up with Nott, maybe you’d wanna go out sometime? With me?”

“She doesn’t.”

Lucas’s shoulders jump at the sound of Theo’s voice and he backs away from you and spins to look at Theo, whose standing there with a dangerous look on his face.

You glare at him. “Maybe I do want to.” It’s a challenge and Theo knows it.

Lucas sputters. “You know, I actually realized I’m busy, so…” he scrambles off after that you’re left with Theo.

You scowl at him. “Theo, what the fuck?”

“He’s not good enough for you.” He shrugs like he knows what’s good enough for you. Mr. Bet-Winner.

Your heart aches in your chest just looking at him. “And how would you know what’s good enough for me, Theo? because you sure as hell weren’t.”

He scowls now. “I treated you like you were a fucking princess, Y/n, all he would’ve done was treat you like a piece of ass.”

You huff. “A princess, Theo? None of it was even real!” You spin to walk away but Theo catches your wrist and pulls you back; he slips his other arm around your waist and pulls you right to his chest. Your faces almost touch.

Your breath hitches like the traitor that it is.

He pulls your hand up to rest on his chest, where his heart beats hard and erratically. “Does this feel fake to you?” Theo’s fingers dig lightly into your waist. “Do you honestly think that all of that— everything we said and did— meant nothing?”

His breath fans across your face.

Your whole body feels like it’s on fire, and he’s the ice bucket that can save you— but your pride and anger are like the fires of hell; irreparable.

“You took a bet to make me fall for you, Theo, and lucky for you, you won it. How much was I worth, huh?”

He replies almost instantly. “I didn’t take any money, Y/n.” Theo breathes deeply and you feel his chest rise and fall, forcing yours to do the same.

“You— what?” You can feel your resolve cracking, the hope leaking through that somehow you were wrong.

“Let me explain the full story.” He waits for you to give him confirmation; you nod and he continues. “Yes, it started with the bet, and yes, I had never planned for it to last. It was cruel and mean, and I’m sorry. But the thing is, I didn’t anticipate that I would end up falling in love with you right back.” The words feel like a kick to the heart.

“But, on the other hand, how could I not? You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and you’re intelligent and funny, you laugh at all my stupid jokes. You love potions more than any other class and you’re really good at it too.” He stops. “Y/n, you’re perfect and I’m so, so sorry I never told you— or, even worse, that I did it in the first place.”

Your heart skips several beats. “Oh.”

“Oh?”

“Oh.” You’re at a loss for words.

He just looks you over, trying to assess what’s running through your mind like he always does. “Please forgive me, Y/n. I love you so much it hurts.”

You pull away from him and he reluctantly lets go, his shoulders sagging in defeat.

“You’re serious?” You ask quietly. “No bets this time? Nothing you haven’t told me?”

He shakes his head, giving you the saddest, puppy-dog look, unintentionally.

You’re silent for another long moment before, finally, you say: “you love me?”

Theo looks into your eyes. “God, yes.”

“Okay.” You say softly.

He straightens. “Okay, you’ll get back together with me or Okay, I don’t forgive you?”

You hold up one finger and he seems to understand because he pulls you back into him so quickly and presses his lips to mine; you kiss him back, and kind of stand there, kissing, for a long moment. Probably longer than you should’ve.

But you wish he never had to stop.

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Harry Potter characters x Reader: You get a lover

Draco Malfoy:

Literally shocked that you decided to date someone who isn't him.

He will insult whoever you’re dating in front of you.

He doesn’t understand what you like about them, and will make it obvious that he thinks he’s better than your partner. He’s rich, a pureblood, and in his words better looking.

He will be more rude to you as time goes on, especially if you both were dating before.

Hermione Granger:

At first, she thinks she’s able to be around you and your partner, but she just can’t.

She’s jealous and upset and needs time to herself.

She knows that it’s a bit unfair because you probably don’t even know about her feelings toward you, but sometimes she lashes out on you.

You’ll notice her strange behavior, and try to talk to her about it.

She’ll confess her feelings when you ask her what’s wrong.

Ron Weasley:

Ron is jealous when he finds out that you’re with someone else.

He won’t be nice to you or them.

You would very quickly realize that he has feelings for you.

You’ll have to call him out on his behavior to try to get him to stop being so rude. Even then, he might try to deny the fact that he’s got feelings for you, if you bring it up.

You both will be arguing a lot more, and you both will try to avoid each other.