#harry potter smutshot

[mrsmikaelsxn]

Safeword

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pairing: harry potter x female reader

warnings: smut, use of safeword, dom harry, rough sex, a sprinkle of jealousy, maybe possessiveness idk

summary: harry gets a little too rough and you have to use the safeword, harry feels super worried and guilty and gives you sweet aftercare - requested by @pklmngvb

a/n: IMPORTANT - i don't think i have mentioned this in my other oneshots but in all the oneshots with smut, the characters are aged up! the reader and character are above eighteen! anyway, thanks for the request, i hope you enjoy :)

song: you get me so high - the neighbourhood

You were straddled on Harry's lap as he kisses you roughly. He grips your waist and pulls you closer to him, if that was even possible. His tongue explores your mouth for what feels like the millionth time. Your hands play with his hair since you know he enjoys that.

Harry was angry today since no one believed him when he said the ministry was hiding things from everyone. He even saw a newspaper Ron showed him where he is called 'The Boy Who Lies'.

You two got to where you are now when he saw some guy trying to hit on you, although you were completely oblivious to this and just thought he was being nice. That was when he snapped.

Harry breaks the kiss and flips you both over, your clothes are already thrown on the floor and so are his. He brings his mouth back to yours before pulling back so his lips were brushing against yours. "Mm, who do you belong to, love?"

He trails his hand down your stomach and as you go to speak, he presses his thumb onto your clit. You let out a moan and he raises an eyebrow. "Hm, I couldn't quite understand that. Who do you belong to?"

"Y-you," you say breathlessly as he rubs his thumb in slow circles.

"Good girl," he kisses you. His teeth softly bite your bottom lip and pull on it. You continue to let out moans against his mouth as increases the pressure of his finger on you

His mouth leaves yours and goes down your jaw to your neck. He sucks and licks at the skin. Your hands tug a bit harder on his hair at the pleasure. Your back arches up a bit but he puts his hand on your stomach and pushes it down. "Keep your back down," he ordered. He grins against your neck and his teeth graze your skin, causing you to shiver.

His lips leave your neck and he kneels down. He licks his lips seeing how wet you are. "Is this all for me, sweetheart?"

"Mhm, all- for you," your head presses back against the pillow as he glides his hand up your thigh.

He slides a finger through your folds and then sucks on it. His eyes roll a bit at the taste. He looks up at you with lust filled eyes and his gets back up. He flips you over so you are on your stomach.

He bent an arm to snake under your stomach, and pushed up. You are now on the bed on your knees with him behind you. His hands then went down to the inside of your thighs.

He places his hands on your knees and spreads them apart. You blush, feeling very exposed to him. You feel yourself growing wetter as his fingers go back to your slit. "Harry," you whimper.

"What is it, darling?"

"Please, I need you," you say.

Instead of replying he takes away his finger and places a hand on your hip. You jolt a bit when you feel the hot head of his cock against your entrance.

Without any warning, he slammed into you roughly. You let out a loud moan and drop your head. He tightly grips your hip and his head falls back as he groans.

He picks of his pace and you start to feel uncomfortable. You shake your head and try to suck up the bit of pain. He reaches down to you and grabs your hair with one hand, pushing your face onto the pillow, not too hard.

Harry somehow goes harder than before and you feel your eyes water at the growing pain in your stomach. You bite your lip hard and all you can do at the second is whimper, which isn't heard by Harry because of the moans emitting from him. “Merlin” he groans, clenching his eyes shut.

“H-harry," you say. "St-stop," you grip the sheets.

He is too deep in pleasure to hear you quiet pleas. You start to cry against the pillow and you remember the safe word Harry came up with.

"Q-quidditch!"

Harry's movements halt and he looks down at you. He sees tears coming from your eyes and he quickly pulls out of you, gently flipping you over so you are on your back.

"Love? Love, are you alright?" Harry starts to panic as he watches you cry. His heart breaks watching your pained expression.

"M-my stomach, it hurts," you hold your stomach with your arms trying to stop the pain that is now slowly going away.

"I-I'm so sorry, darling. I didn't mean to. I-I was just-" Harry rambles on.

You shake your head and he frowns. "It's okay Harry," you whisper.

"It's not okay, sweetheart. I hurt you, and I'm sorry." He brings his face towards yours and starts to pepper your face with the gentlest kisses, as if you were going to break under his lips. "I" kiss "love" kiss "you" kiss "so" kiss "much," he leaves one last gently kiss on your lips.

"I love you, too," you look at him and brush some hairs from his forehead.

"Are you feeling any better?"

"Somewhat," you smile weakly at him. He goes and gets off the bed, heading towards the bathroom.

"I'll be right back, love. I'm just going to get you a warm bath ready," he tells you.

About two minutes later, he comes back and gently carries you to the bathtub. He softly places you into the tub and goes in, sitting behind you.

He starts to wash your body and hair as he whispers the sweetest words to you and continues to apologize while leaving light kisses on your shoulder.

After the bath is done, he carries you to the bed again and dries the both of you with a spell. He grabs a new pair of underwear that was in your drawer in his room, and grabs one of his shirts.

He helps you change into the clothes and he throws on some boxers and a shirt. Harry climbs into the bed where you were laying under the blanket. He goes under it too and wraps his arm around you to pull you into his chest.

He rubs a hand up and down your arm as your eyes flutter shut. "Goodnight, angel, I love you," he whispers against your hair and kisses your head.

"Night, Harry, I love you, too," you whisper back.

[slitherinky]

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The Magic of Forgiveness

Setting: soft!Theodore Nott x fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut and fluff, MDNI, fingering, oral sex (fem and male receiving), unprotected sex, creampie & Theo being more nice than he should

Summary: On a frosty Christmas Eve, Theodore Nott’s distant demeanor towards you unravels as he finally confesses the truth behind his distance: his overwhelming feelings for you. The tension melts away as he offers not only a heartfelt apology but also a special gift...

3117 Words

Please be aware of the warnings before proceeding. If you are underage, sensitive to depictions of violence, or intense explicit content, it is do not to read further. This story is purely fictional and does not reflect or endorse such behavior in real life. Any attempt to replicate the actions described in this story in real life is strongly discouraged. Harry Potter and the Wizarding World is a trademark of J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros.

The enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall glittered with floating snowflakes, their icy shimmer mirroring the wintry magic that seemed to overtake every corner of Hogwarts as Christmas drew near. The castle, cloaked in frost and decorated with festive garlands, felt like a living fairytale. Students bustled through the hallways, their laughter mingling with soft hum of Christmas carols. 

You found yourself walking through the long, drafty corridors of Hogwarts, surrounded by the lively chatter of your friends. The scent of winter followed you as your boots clicked softly against the stone floors. It wasn’t long before your small group reached the familiar classroom door, which led to your last class of the day. 

You threw your books onto one of the tables with an audible thump. Taking your seat, you couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. Just one more period, then you could hurry back to your common room and get changed. After that, it was nothing but a relaxing night with friends until the feasts tomorrow. 

The minutes ticked by at a snail’s pace. Professor Binns was droning about yet another goblin rebellion. The rhythmic monotony of his lecture, coupled with the soft scratching of quills and the occasional whispered exchange between students, created an almost trance-like atmosphere. You found your gaze wandering to the frost-covered windows, your quill tapping absentmindedly on your parchment as your thoughts drifted far from the lesson at hand.

As you reached for your inkpot, a folded piece of parchment appeared on your desk. You blinked, certain it hadn’t been there a moment ago. Glancing around, you noticed nothing suspicious — no one looking your way, no hint of a culprit. Curious, you unfolded it, your heart skipping as you read the delicate handwriting.

Meet me tonight by the Christmas tree in the courtyard.

The note was unsigned, and your mind raced. Was this some sort of prank? Or something more… genuine? Your fingers grazed the edge of the parchment, tracing the loops of the handwriting as if they could give you a clue. It didn’t look like anyone’s you immediately recognized, and yet, there was something familiar about it.

For the rest of the lesson, you couldn’t focus. Who had sent the note? And why?

As you packed up your things at the end of class, your eyes darted toward the front, where Theodore Nott sat, his sharp profile illuminated by the pale winter light. You couldn’t help but remember a time when the two of you had been inseparable, sharing your deepest secrets during late-night conversations in the common room. But somewhere along the way, things had shifted. He’d grown distant, his easy smiles replaced by guarded glances. Now, he seemed as disinterested in you, as you had been in the lesson.

The evening couldn’t come fast enough. As you slipped out of the common room and made your way to the courtyard, the air was crisp and tinged with the scent of pine. The massive Christmas tree stood in the center, adorned with twinkling fairy lights and glittering ornaments. Your breath formed clouds in the chilly air as you hesitated, half-wondering if this was all a mistake.

“You came.”

The voice startled you, low and soft. You turned to find Theodore Nott standing behind the tree, his hands tucked into the pockets and his face half buried in his green and silver scarf.

“It was you?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, stepping closer. "Yeah. It’s me. Look, I know I’ve been… distant. And I’m sorry."

You blinked, unsure of how to respond. "Theo, why?"

He hesitated, his breath visible in the cold air. "I… I didn’t know how to face you anymore. It’s not an excuse, but I was scared. You mean more to me than anyone else, and I thought… if I kept my distance, maybe it would hurt less if something went wrong."

He fell silent, and for a long moment, you simply stared, your thoughts whirling. His words had knocked the breath from your lungs, leaving you feeling like you were suspended in time. 

"Theo," you said at last, "what are you talking about?"

He let out a frustrated sigh, as if he’d already said too much. 

"I have feelings for you y/n. Ever since we were first years. I thought we were just friends, but I want you to be more," He paused. "I thought you would have left me if I had told you."

His confession hit you like a wave, and for a moment, all the confusion and frustration of the past months melted away. 

"You’re an idiot," you said, still in shock of what he had just said.

"I know. But I’m here now. And I want to make it up to you."

Before you could reply, he gestured toward the castle. "Come with me. I… I want to show you something."

Curious, you followed him as he led you through the snow-covered grounds and into the dungeons. The familiar green glow of the Slytherin common room greeted you as Theo ushered you inside. The space was quiet, as most of the students had left after the last lesson to go home for the holidays.

"Wait here," he said, disappearing for a moment. When he returned, he held a small box and motioned for you to join him by the window. Snow had begun to fall outside, the flakes dancing against the dark sky. He opened the box to reveal a delicate silver necklace with a polished emerald dangling.

"Merry Christmas," he murmured, his eyes meeting yours.

You took the necklace, your fingers brushing his. "Theo, it’s beautiful."

He smiled softly. "Not as beautiful as you."

The words hung in the air, and before you could second-guess yourself, you leaned closer. His lips met yours, warm and soft, as the snow fell gently outside the window. In that moment, all the distance, all the questions, faded away, leaving only the warmth of his presence and the promise of something new.

As you pulled back, your chest felt fluttery and your lips tingled with the memory of his touch. 

"I- I think that’s the best Christmas present I’ve ever had."

"I’m glad," he murmured, taking a step closer, "but I can make it even better, if you let me."

Without thinking, you reached for him, and he met you halfway. Your lips were still tender from the previous kiss, but as they brushed together, they seemed to spark with new energy. This time, his lips moved more insistently, his tongue seeking yours out. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the heady taste of each other. His teeth grazed your lower lip, and you felt the kiss deep in your stomach.

"Theo," you moaned. The sound seemed to encourage him, his arms wrapping tighter around you as his mouth trailed down your throat. His breath ghosted across your skin, raising goosebumps.

The sight of his teeth biting your lip made you moan, and suddenly you felt hungry for more. More of what had been hidden from you for so long. More of what you wanted from him at this very moment. Your tongue swirled with his, tasting him. Your mouth was so hot and wet from his saliva. 

“You’re blushing,” he said, pulling slowly away from the kiss. His voice was low and teasing.

Your cheeks burned even more at his words, and you crossed your arms in a feeble attempt to look composed. 

“I am not,” you shot back, though the quiver in your voice betrayed you.

The faintest smirk tugged at his lips as he straightened and took a step closer, closing the distance between you. His hand reached up, brushing gently against your cheek, and your breath hitched at the contact.

“You’re a terrible liar, Love.” he murmured, his thumb grazing your jawline.

Before you could formulate a reply, Theodore moved again, this time slipping one arm behind your back and the other under your knees. In one smooth motion, he lifted you off the windowsill.

“Theo!” you exclaimed, instinctively clutching at his shoulders. “What are you doing?”

His smirk deepened, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. “You looked like you were about to collapse. Can’t have you fainting after one kiss, now can we?”

You opened your mouth to argue, but the warmth of his arms around you, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and the heat rising to your face made it hard to string words together. “I wasn’t going to collapse,” you muttered, but your voice was softer now, more uncertain.

“Sure you weren’t,” he said, clearly unconvinced as he carried you through the common room.

The space was quiet, the usual chatter and footsteps absent. The remaining Slytherins were long asleep, leaving only the two of you under the dim, flickering green light.

When Theodore reached his dorm, he nudged the door open with his foot and stepped inside. His room was tidy, almost minimalistic, with a faint scent of cedarwood and parchment lying in the air.

He lowered you onto his bed with care, his hands lingering just a moment longer than they needed to before he straightened. But instead of stepping away, he sat down beside you, the bed dipping slightly under his weight.

“There,” he said softly, his tone lighter now. “Safe and sound.”

You pushed yourself up slightly, your gaze flickering between his face and the faint pattern of shadows on the wall. 

“You really didn’t have to carry me,” you said, though your voice lacked the sharpness you’d intended.

“Maybe not," He took a deep breath, "But I wanted to. I want to adequately apologize for my behavior the last months. May I?" He asked, leaning forward. 

Your heart began pounding in your chest.

“Yes,” you replied.

His mouth met yours, this time without hesitation. He pushed you against the pillows. His hands roamed your body, his lips making their way down to your thighs. He was seeking your consent, and you found yourself wanting to give it, to give him every part of you.

You trembled at the sensation, his lips and tongue sending shivers up your leg. His fingers kneaded into your thigh, pressing gently into your muscle. You could feel his eyes on you, watching your reactions.

“Do you like that?” he asked, his voice husky.

“Mhm,” you repeated while nodding, not trusting yourself to say anything more.

Theodore’s fingers tightened around your thighs, his thumbs trailing across the seam of your trousers. Your head tipped back at the touch, your eyes fluttering shut.

“Open your eyes,” he murmured. “I want you to see me. See how much I love this. See what I’m giving you.”

His thumbs brushed higher, grazing against your pussy. You felt your breath catch, your thighs quivering. He kissed the inside of your thigh, his tongue tracing delicate circles on your skin. The sensation made you quiver, your legs falling open for him. He hummed his approval and teased your slit with his fingers, drawing slow circles around your clit. 

“Theo,” you moaned, your hips twitching.

He kissed his way up your thigh, nipping at the crease before gently pulling at your pants and underwear. You lifted your hips for him, allowing him to slide them off. The cool air tickled against your skin, but it was nothing compared to the warmth of his mouth.

When his lips closed around your clit, you gasped, your whole body clenching. He groaned at the sound, his fingers joining his mouth as he rubbed you in slow, deliberate motions. Your head rolled back, and you could feel your legs trembling, your toes curling against the mattress. 

“Feel good?” He asked between kisses.

“Yes,” you gasped. "god yes."

He growled softly and slid one finger inside of you. “How about now?”

Your hips arched at the intrusion, your body clenching around him. 

His tongue swirled against your clit as he fingered you, his strokes slow and deep. Your pussy clenched around him, your vision blurring. You were close to the edge, your breath quickening with every stroke of his tongue, every movement of his fingers. 

“Theo, I’m-“ you gasped, but couldn’t finish before your orgasm overtook you. Your back arched, and you cried out, the feeling ripping through you. You felt like you were falling apart, the sensations too powerful to bear. 

Theodore withdrew his fingers and licked them clean. 

"You taste delicious," he moaned. "Like sweet cream and vanilla." 

He kissed you deeply, allowing you to taste your pussy on his tongue.

You laughed, the sound weak. Your body was still buzzing from his touch, the memory of it still echoing in your senses. 

"You're a bastard," you said, but there was no heat behind your words.

Theodore smirked, his eyes glinting. "So I've been told." He leaned back, his gaze sliding down your body.

You noticed then that he was still dressed. His robes had slipped down in the heat of the moment, revealing a tantalizing slice of his collarbone. The sight sparked an ache in your stomach, and you suddenly, desperately wanted to see him — really see him. 

“Take off your clothes,” you ordered, your voice low and commanding.

He blinked, his eyes wide. “Really?”

You nodded, your pulse thrumming. "I want everything of you Theo."

Without a word, he reached up and began to unbutton his shirt. He undressed slowly, deliberately, each movement almost agonizing in its slowness. When the last button was undone, he shrugged the garment off and let it fall to the floor.

Your breath caught at the sight of him — his chest was broad, his abs tight and defined. He looked even better than you’d imagined, his body lean and toned. A trail of dark hair dusted his chest, trailing lower to disappear beneath his trousers. 

Your fingers twitched with the urge to touch him, but you didn’t move. You wanted to savor this, to commit every detail of him to memory.

With a smirk, Theodore reached down and began to undo his trousers. They slid down his hips, revealing a pair of dark boxers and a bulge that left no doubt as to his arousal. You swallowed, your mouth dry at the thought of his cock inside you. 

“Is this what you wanted?” he murmured, glancing up at you.

You nodded wordlessly. “Yes.”

He slipped out of his boxers, his cock springing free. It was long and thick, the head flushed red with arousal. He stroked himself slowly, his fist moving in long, lazy motions.

“Come here, Love,” he murmured.

You obeyed, reaching out to take his cock in your hands. Your palms were warm against him, the skin hot and velvet-soft. You stroked him, your hands moving in tandem with his. His head tipped back at your touch, a groan escaping his throat.

“Fuck y/n,” he rasped, his voice low.

You moved down, your tongue swiping across his tip. He was hot against your lips, salty and musky. You licked him slowly, tasting him thoroughly as you worked your way down his shaft. His fingers tangled in your hair, his breath coming in short, quick gasps. 

You took him between your lips and sucked, moving slowly as you took him deeper. His fingers tightened in your hair, guiding you as you bobbed on his cock. Your tongue slid down his length, swiping at the tender skin. He let out a loud moan at the sensation, his hips jerking. 

Suddenly he pulled your head back. 

"Get naked for me, Love." he growled. "I want to see your body."

You obeyed, stripping the garment off and tossing it away. The room was warm, but a shiver ran down your spine as his eyes traveled your body. 

He ran his fingers over the necklace he had just gifted you, trailing down over your small, pebbled nipples. You let out a soft gasp. "You're perfect," he groaned. "Lay back on the bed."

You did as he asked, sliding back on your elbows and spreading your legs for him. His eyes ran down you, his breathing speeding up. He gripped his cock in one hand, trailing the hand through your legs. You gasped, arching up into the touch. He felt so fucking good against you.

Theo let out a soft moan, pushing inside of you. The feeling was overwhelming.  He stretched you out, his thickness rubbing against your inner walls. You let out a small cry at the intrusion. He paused, looking up at you. 

"Are you okay?" he rasped.

"Fuck, yes," you moaned while nodding.

He pushed deeper inside of you, giving you a moment to adjust before pulling back and thrusting slowly inside of you again. Your whole body lit up with pleasure at the feeling of him moving in and out of you. His hips were quick, his strokes deep and strong. You could hear the slap of his skin against yours and the wet sounds of him fucking you. 

"I will never let you down again," he moaned. "I promise."

His thrusts sped up as he fucked you, pushing deeper inside of you. He pulled your thighs wider apart, groaning as he watched himself disappear inside of you. 

"Look at how pretty you look taking my cock," he gasped.

You met his eyes, the connection making you burn up with desire. His gaze ran over your body, taking in every detail. 

He pulled you up to him, your legs wrapping around him as he sat on the edge of the bed. He pounded into you, thrusting in deep and strong strokes. His hands ran down your back to grip your ass, lifting you up and down on his cock. You felt like he was holding you together, like you would fall apart if he let go of you. 

He brought his mouth to yours, kissing you passionately as he fucked you. You felt overwhelmed by his touch. He was consuming you. Your whole world was centered on him and his touch.

"I'm going to come," you cried out.

He grunted, his pace quickening. You felt his cock twitch inside of you as your pussy clenched, your orgasm waving through you both. He filled you with his come, your pussy clenching around him for more. Your chest heaved as you gasped for breath, your vision blurring as pleasure overtook you. 

When your body relaxed, he leaned down and kissed you. "Merry Christmas, Love." 

You smiled at him, pulling his face to yours. 

"It sure is." You kissed him again, softer this time. "Thank you."

He pressed a last kiss to your forehead before he almost inaudibly whispered in your ear

"I love you."

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[rhbilyd]

wrote a little smutshot bc i CANNOT continue writing this chapter :(

go check it out!

EXPLICIT CONTENT!!!

[pomegranateshrimp]

hii! Im new to Tumblr and writing and I figured I would do a little about me, although it’s more about what I’m willing to write for and fandoms I’m interested in :p

Fandoms:

note: some of these I might have outgrew, or not be too knowledgeable on them, but I still like them nonetheless!! also my favorite characters I added are in here as well :)🤍

Big Mouth- Lena, Judd birch, Maury

Criminal Minds- Spencer, Hotch, Elle

Breaking bad- Saul, Jesse, Jane

Breakfast Club- Brian, Claire

YOU- Love, Joe

DC- nightwing, catwoman, harley, scarecrow, Batman

Spider-Man- SPIDER NOIRE!!! SPOT!! Miles and Gwen

Top gun- goose, maverick

Harry Potter- Draco, Luna

House MD- Greg, Wilson

Slashers (more of a genre than a fandom)- JD (heathers), Tiffany valentine, GHOSTFACE

Muppets (I don’t mean writing for this one like no x reader stuff obviously I just want the world to know that I LOVE the muppets, they’re my favorite thing ever)- ZOOT, gonzo, Janice

Lorax- Onceler 😞

Danganronpa

Many more

Chances are I’ll write for other characters in the show, those are just my favs!! Also don’t be afraid to ask for other fandoms! There’s a good chance ik it but I apologize in advance if I don’t.

Allowed:

Headcanons

Fluff

Angst (I want to clarify I am NOT good at writing angst, at all, but I will try my best 🫶)

Au

Etc (I can’t think of any more rn but I’ll probably do it)

Also, I usually do x readers but I’m willing to do ships depending on if I know it or agree 💀

NOT Allowed:

Smut (LET ME JUST SAY, yes, I have written smut requests in the past and I’m still open to writing it sort of? but I feel a lot of pressure when writing Smutshots and I feel like they’re just NOT good at all. Like how are you guys making it last 28282738 pages?!? So rn no requests unless ur okay with it being short and bad and probably taking a few days 😭)

Pedophilia

Age play

Insensitivity towards ANYONE

Bestiality

Really anything that’s illegal

Incest (I am not writing step-sibling stuff either, sry)

Omegaverse (nothing against this one I just have no interest in writing it and don’t like it/can’t write it)

Horror/Gore/anything that needs a TW, SOME yandere stuff, the romanticization of abuse (I don’t feel comfortable writing it)

Etc (if you have to think HARD before sending, don’t.)

That’s basically it! I hope this wasn’t too long or hard to understand or anything 😅

Also

I will be posting other things on my blog that may not be 100% writing all the time, and in terms of like “schedule” it’s rly whenever I’m feeling motivated, sry :(🤍 pls bear with me as I try to figure out this app as well lol

Ty for reading !!

[ghoshtly]

pairing : Fred Weasley X Fem!Reader

warnings :

dom sex

fingering

praising kink

A/N : first writing here on tumblr! i hope you guys enjoy!

(Y/N - you - and Fred Weasley are definitely NOT friends, but you seem to get along when you see your dates kissing each other.)

P/N had left you tonight. Again. And you have no idea where they went and why they didn’t inform you about their whereabouts. Glancing around the decorated Great Hall, you watched the couples dance and the sweaty horny teens grind up against each other with the last of the sanity they have.

Your eyes fell upon Fred Weasley, drinking the (definitely spiked) punch in the corner, looking like a creep. He looked lonely, but you could care less. Walking towards the food table, getting ready to eat so much food you couldn’t stand, you glance over at the sight of P/N’s dress/suit flashing into the hall. You instantly began making your way over, and turnt the corner you saw them go around.

You saw them, with a girl. All pressed up against the wall kissing on each other. You would’ve gagged if it weren’t for the hand that grabbed your waist and pulled you into an empty classroom.

“What the fuck?” You whisper-shout, flipping around to be face to face (literally) with Fred. Your noses bumped at the speed you turnt and the impact made you both groan in pain.

“You were going to get caught.” Fred told you, hissing in pain shortly after. “Well, thank you, Fred the Great, but I don’t need your help to spy on my partner.” You narrowed your eyes at him, letting go of your nose.

“My date was out there as well, kissing your girl/boyfriend you’re supposed to be watching.” He hissed.

“Oh, so you’re blaming this on me, now? So now i’m the bad guy because your girl wants to rub all up on my girl/boyfriend? You’re no good.” You rolled your eyes, peeking outside of the door to see both of your dates gone.

“They’re gone.” You spoke up, turning back to Fred who just blinked and walked out. You rolled your eyes, following after him.

After a while, you got used to the “silence” even though the music was booming through the halls.

Suddenly, Fred took a halt in front of you. You stopped too, looking up at him and then looking to where his eyes were pointed to. They were there, and Fred backed you both up behind the wall.

It wasn’t on time though, because your now ex looked up. “Who’s there?” They called out. You flinched from their booming voice and unintentionally hid behind Fred, just in case they saw you.

“I heard you! I said, whose there?!” They yelled again, this time with much more force than last time. You looked for an escape. Any escape. and lucky, you found one. You pulled Fred by the arm and quietly but quickly opened the door and pulled you both in.

It was cramped, but it would have to do for the situation that was given. Your breathing was heavy and your breaths shuddered everytime you inhaled.

You looked around, suddenly becoming aware of the close proximity of you and Fred. You backed as much as you could. “Sorry.” You whispered, surprisingly nonchalantly.

He just nodded, pressing his ear to the door. You stood, your back against the wall that didn’t do anything, since there was a bucket preventing your feet from moving back.

Fred took his ear from the door and looked back at you. He thought you looked fragile. The way your chest rose and fell rapidly as if you were getting chased by a dementor.

“Hey,hey. Y/N it’s alright, they’re gone.” He placed an arm on yours, and you almost had shivered at the light touch. You just stared, your eyebrows gently furrowed and flyaways laying in front of your eyes.

That’s when it all came out.

One thing you shouldn’t do to Y/N, especially if she’s at a vulnerable state, is try to comfort her. Especially if you’re Fred Weasley.

You hadn’t thought before you kissed him, you just knew you did it in the ‘heat of the moment’.

You pulled him close to you. So close you could feel his heartbeat against your own. And you went weak when he kissed you back, melting slowly into the kiss.

His lips seemingly struggled to keep up with the desperate pace of your own, so you slowed down gradually for him to keep up. For a while, you thought your mind had shifted to another realm.

That was before he parted for a breath. You realized you needed one, as well, and stumbled away from him. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. It was the heat of the moment, I swear-” You rambled on with your excuses until he decided to shut you up and place a hand over your mouth.

“Don’t worry about it.” He assures, grabbing you by your waist to move back to the close proximity you were previously in. “Can we go somewhere more spacious? I feel cramped in here.” You muttered, kicking the bucket beside your foot.

“Of course.” He said in your ear, leading you both out of the broom closet and up the stairs into the gryffindor common room.

You were partially glad no one was there, therefore you could just slip up to the boys dorm without question. Getting to the shared dorm, you shut and locked the door behind you both, pulling him down to kiss you again.

He pulled you close and gripped your arse, making you whine against his mouth. “I know we’re going really fast but I need you.” You whined against his lips, breaking the kiss.

He hummed, his hands trailing back up to your waist, unexpectedly pulling you upwards. You yelped in surprise, but didn’t complain as you were gently placed on the bed.

Fred rested in between your legs, kissing down your jaw to your neck, unclothing you as he was doing that. He kept peeking up for consent but you were trying to let him know to keep going without having to speak.

after he got you fully undressed, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You tried to sit back up to make it longer, but he pushed you back down. “Are you sure?” He whispered in your ear, sending warm shivers down the side of your neck.

“Yes. Yes 100 times yes.” You desperately begged, opening your eyes to look at him. He smirked, but obeyed anyways. His warm lips trailed down your bare stomach, leaving you to squirm at the teasing. You grabbed his hair and ran your fingers through, wanting him to hurry up.

He kissed your legs up and down, before finally placing his mouth on your swollen clit. Your back immediately arched and your hands fisted at his ginger hair. Your hips began to grind for more friction, begging for him to do something to get rid of the ache in your stomach.

His fingers added, curling in and out of you. You became a moaning mess, and you couldn’t stay still. You wouldn’t stop squirming from the pleasure, so Fred held your hips down with his free hand, looking at you through his eyelashes.

Your top teeth raked at your bottom lip, your eyes shut tightly, and he admired the sight in front of him.

Lifting himself, you sighed (not in relief) and your chest was heaving. Your eyes opened and you looked at him as he got undressed like your eyes haven’t already unclothed him many times.

“You’re doing so good for me, lovely.” He whispered, stroking the left side of your face as he climbed back in between your legs. You felt him enter slowly, so slow you could’ve swore a turtle could move faster.

“Please go faster.” You breathed in barely a whisper. Fred obliged, thrusting his hips to collide with your own. A moan immediately ripped through your throat and your nails clawed at Fred’s back.

“Oh, fuck.” You whined, louder than intentioned. “You feel so fucking good.” He moaned, sucking his markings onto your neck.

You enjoyed the position and moved your hips for more pleasure. It obviously worked, when Fred let out a more pitched moan than usual. And you certainly enjoyed that.

You repeated the movements, and Fred couldn’t compose himself. He sounded like he wasn’t even dominant in the first place, and you took that advantage.

“K-Keep going.” He whispered, another moan escaping right after that. “You like that, don’t you?” You chuckled, combing your fingers through his hair.

You began to feel a knot form in your stomach, and you began to pant again. You could hear your heartbeat and you knew you were close. And so was Fred, by the way the breath from his nose was quick and fast, and his hands gently but greedily ran across your back.

His moans just got even more pitched and louder than they were before, and you both were about to reach the climax. Your back arched and your hips worked.

“Right there.” He whimpered, afterwards moaning louder than he ever had. He had came, and you came shortly after. The warmth of your climax and of his filling you up made you feel immensely warm.

Your back pressed back against the bed as you let yourself down, exhaling a heavy breath as you felt the liquid dripping out of you.

That was amazing.

[inlovewithmoony]

professor!remus x innocent!reader

pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader

summary: y/n feels weird when she’s around remus so she decides to tell him about it to see if anything’s wrong with her

warnings: innocence kink, slight corruption kink, reader is of age, teacher x student, oral (f recieving), fingering, petnames (darling), everything is consensual

You took a deep breath, hand resting on the handle of the door as you prepared yourself to enter the room. Unsure as to why you were so nervous, you took a moment to compose yourself before pushing open the door. The smell of old books and chocolate hit your nose when you stepped into the room, making you smile slightly. Professor Lupin was sat at his desk, an open book in one hand and a glass of Firewhisky in the other. Just seeing him sat there made those feelings come back to you again, you pressed your thighs together as warmth filled your lower stomach. He looked up from his book when he heard you enter, knocking back the rest of his drink before shooting you a small grin, "Ah, Y/N, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Hello, Professor," you spoke shyly as you made your way towards his desk, setting yourself down on a seat next to it, "I was just wondering if you could help me with something," He nodded slowly, placing his book down on the dark oak in front of him and leaning back in his seat— his attention now fixed on you. You shuffled slightly in your seat as your cheeks flushed, biting on your lip when you thought about what you were going to say. "Well, g'won then darling, don't be shy,"

"I've been feeling things," you started, "When I'm around you," Lupin raised his eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. He leant forward in his seat, his face inches from yours, "What type of things?" he asked, his eyes roaming over your body. The closeness made the feelings in your lower stomach increase, slick building up in your panties. "I get these, like, tingles? And I feel really warm all over," you replied meekly, the blush on your cheeks getting more intense. He chuckled, hand coming to rest on your cheek, "And where on your body do you feel these tingles? Can you show me, darling?"

Your slightly trembling hand came to rest on your lower stomach, just inches above your dripping heat, "H-here," you breathed out, sliding your hand down a but further to hover just over your pubic bone, "And here," The Professor removed his hand from your face, leaning back once again in his seat and looking at you with pure lust. "What do you do when you feel it?" he asked, the smirk still on his lips.

You looked at him with slight confusion, "I just wait until it goes away," you replied, the sight of him looking you up and down making the heat inside you grow even more intense, "Are you supposed to do something to help it?" He let out a low groan at your words, his trousers tightening when he realised just how pure and innocent you were— I mean, you hadn't even touched yourself before. It shocked him, honestly, how somebody at the age of 19 had never explored their body before; but he just came to the conclusion that you were extremely sheltered.

"Do you want me to show you how to get rid of them, darling?" He asked, getting out of his seat and crouching down to be eye-level with you. You let out a quite whimper, biting your lip and nodding your head slowly. Lupin moved his hand to hold your chin, tilting you head to look into his eyes, "I need words, dear,"

"Yes, Professor," your words were quiet, "Please show me," As soon as the words left your mouth, Lupin slammed his lips against yours. You kissed back immediately, your hands coming up to tangle in his hair as you both made out passionately. When his hands found their way slowly moving up your skirt, he pulled away from the kiss, "If at anytime you want me to stop, just tell me, okay?" he said softly, his thumbs drawing circles on your upper thighs.

You hummed at the touch, nodding your head, "It's okay," Lupin shot you a smirk before moving his fingers to now play with the waistband of your panties, rubbing the thin material between his index and thumb. You bit you lip and slightly leant into his touch, silently begging for more. The professor understood this and moved his fingers to pull your underwear down, helping you slide them off and discarding them somewhere on his office floor. Without needing Lupin to ask you, you opened your legs-- giving him a perfect view of your aching cunt.

"Such a pretty little pussy," Lupin mumbled as he placed gentle kisses up your thigh, the soft bristle of his facial hair against your skin adding to the slick in between your legs. When he made it up to your core, he looked up at you; silently asking for your consent to do anything. You shot him a soft smile and a nod, "Please, Professor," you muttered. After hearing your words, Lupin shot you a smirk before wrapping his lips around your clit-- earning himself a soft moan. You bucked your hips up into his mouth as he began to run his tongue over that delicate spot, an unfamiliar heat rising in your lower stomach.

He brought his hand up to your core, positioning two fingers at your entrance, "Gonna make you feel good," he muttered against your cunt, the small vibrations adding to the pleasure. Biting your lip, you nodded and gasped when you felt his fingers push inside you, the stretch slightly painful as you had never experienced anything like if before. As quick as the pain had come, it quickly faded into overwhelming pleasure as the tips of his fingers grazed over a specific bundle of nerves. Letting out a needy whine, you slowly started to grind your hips on his face-- the heat in your lower stomach bubbling, "Professor- gods, tummy feels weird-" you babbled, bringing one of your hands to rest over your stomach. 

Lupin sped up his pace, adding another finger to your tight cunt, "C'mon, darling, cum for me," he hummed, taking your sensitive clit in between his lips and sucking gently. As soon as the words left his mouth, the chain in your lower stomach snapped and wave of pleasure splashed over you-- your vision flashing white for a second as your limbs started to shake. "Oh Merlin, so good Professor," you mumbled, hands tangled in his brunette locks as you came down from your high. He pulled away from you, looking up at you with a small grin and your juices covering his chin and around his mouth.

"Call me Remus, love," he spoke, standing up and leaning in to kiss you. You kissed back, smiling into his mouth when he fixed your skirt back in place. When you pulled away from the kiss, he handed you your panties, "Next time you feel those tingles, tell me darling, okay?"

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[slitherinky]

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A Shadow Between the Shelves

Setting: soft!Mattheo Riddle x fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, MDNI, fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names

Summary: Your library session takes an unexpected turn when the boy who’s been stealing your glances since day one catches your eye again. Curiosity leads you to him in a shadowy corner where he reveals a truth you never dared to imagine—he’s wanted you just as much. And how much he wanted you...

2598 Words

Please be aware of the warnings before proceeding. If you are underage, sensitive to depictions of violence, or intense explicit content, it is do not to read further. This story is purely fictional and does not reflect or endorse such behavior in real life. Any attempt to replicate the actions described in this story in real life is strongly discouraged. Harry Potter and the Wizarding World is a trademark of J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros.

It was a chilly Friday evening at Hogwarts, the autumn air had an earthy scent of falling leaves. The Great Hall buzzed with the usual chatter of students enjoying dinner, their laughter and conversation mingling with the occasional hoot of an owl delivering mail. You sat at your houses table, your hands wrapped around a steaming cup of tea, trying to summon the energy to face another evening learning for your O.W.L.s. Your friends chattered beside you, their voices a comforting hum in the background.

You looked around. Across the room sat Mattheo Riddle surrounded by his usual group of girls admiring him. He was the center of attention. As always. But you couldn't blame them, he looked perfect. His dark hair fell in unruly waves across his forehead, his sharp jawline accentuated by a smirk that seemed permanently etched onto his face. You had never spoken to him directly, but imagined him with you a million times. His perfect, soft lips against yours and-

“Y/N, are you even listening?” your friend nudged you playfully, breaking your trance.

“Huh? Sorry, what?” you asked, snapping your attention back to the present.

“I said we’re heading to the library. Are you coming?”

“Yeah, sure,” you replied absentmindedly, your eyes drifting once more to him. Mattheo caught your gaze this time, his smirk deepening as he raised an eyebrow. Your cheeks burned, and you quickly looked away, hoping he hadn’t noticed.

But he had.

The walk to the library was brisk, the castle corridors echoing with the soft murmur of passing students and the occasional distant clatter of Peeves causing trouble. The flickering torchlight danced along the cold stone walls, casting long shadows as you and your friends made your way toward the towering double doors of the library.

Pushing them open, you were met with the familiar scent of parchment and the faint musk of aged wood. The library was quieter than usual, most students still lingering in the Great Hall or in their common rooms for the evening.

Your friends quickly claimed a table near the back, setting down their books and chattering softly about the topics they planned to review. You followed, dropping your bag onto the worn wooden surface and sinking into one of the chairs. The weight of your textbooks almost crushed you today and you sighed, resigning yourself to another evening of diagrams, definitions, and endless notes.

Yet, as you pulled out your wand to light the tip for better reading, you couldn’t shake the lingering sensation of being watched. A subtle, prickling awareness danced along the back of your neck. You tried to ignore it, brushing it off as exhaustion or the aftereffects of your earlier encounter in the Great Hall.

But as your fingers absently flipped through the pages of your Potions textbook, your eyes flickered upward, scanning the quiet aisles of bookshelves. There, leaning casually against one of the towering shelves near the Restricted Section, was Mattheo Riddle. His dark eyes gleamed with a knowing glint, and the shadow of that infamous smirk curved his lips.

You froze for a heartbeat, wondering if he’d followed you here—or if it was just an weird coincidence. Before you could decide, Mattheo tilted his head slightly, as if inviting you to figure it out for yourself. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he turned and disappeared between the rows of books, leaving you to wonder whether you should stay in your seat or follow where curiosity might lead.

Well, what could go wrong?

You decided to take a chance, and followed.

With a careful glance to be sure your friends were preoccupied, you set down your wand and quietly slipped from the table, following the path where Mattheo had vanished.

The soft glow of the library's enchanted lamps barely lit the shadowy aisles as you ventured deeper into the maze of bookshelves. The faint sound of Mattheo's steps against the floor guided you, steady and deliberate, until it stopped altogether. Your heartbeat quickened, a mix of apprehension and curiosity flooding your senses.

"Looking for something?" Mattheo’s voice drawled, low and smooth, cutting through the stillness like a blade. You turned sharply, your breath hitching as you found him leaning against one of the shelves, arms crossed over his chest. The dim light softened the sharp angles of his face, but the intensity in his dark eyes was anything but gentle.

“I, uh…” you stammered, trying to piece together an excuse, but words failed you. His smirk widened, and he straightened, closing the distance between you with a few casual steps.

"You’ve been watching me," he said, his voice teasing but laced with something darker, something that made your stomach flutter and knot at the same time. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

Your cheeks burned, and you dropped your gaze to the floor. "I wasn’t—"

“Oh, you were," he interrupted, his tone light but his presence overpowering. He tilted your chin up with a single finger, forcing you to look him in the eyes. "And it’s cute."

His words sent a spark through you, a strange mix of embarrassment and thrill. “What do you want, Mattheo?”

He chuckled softly, the sound rich and full of something you couldn’t quite place. “What do I want?” he repeated, as if tasting the words. "You.”

The confession hung heavy in the air, stealing the breath from your lungs. Before you could process it, he added, his voice softer now, “I’ve always thought you were cute, you know. The way you try so hard to keep to yourself, like you’re invisible. But you’re not. At least, not to me.”

His words were unexpectedly tender, his gaze softening for a moment as he studied your face. A warmth spread through you, melting away some of the tension in your chest.

“You know, I really don't care about the other girls. They're too easy to get. You, on the other hand," he paused, his eyes drifting down, studying the curve of your neck and the dip of your collarbone. “You look at me like you want to be devoured by me. And that makes you very intriguing, Y/n."

The sound of your name in his mouth was a revelation. It rolled off his lips, smooth and velvety, the vowels deepening into a growl at the end.

"Why are you telling me this now?” you whispered.

Mattheo stepped closer, his scent—woodsy and faintly spiced—enveloping you. “Because I wanted to,” he said simply, his voice steady. “Because I think you needed to hear it.”

Your pulse thundered in your ears as his hand moved to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. The gesture was almost gentle, but his eyes darkened as they lingered on yours.

The softness in his expression hardened into something sharper, hungrier. His hand slid from your face to your back, pulling you against him in one swift motion. The sudden closeness left you breathless, and before you could protest or even think, his lips crashed onto yours.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was demanding, possessive, and sending shockwaves through your body. His hands gripped you firmly, one on your waist, the other threading through your hair as he deepened the kiss, leaving no room for hesitation.

Your mind spun, torn between shock and the undeniable heat of his touch. This is what you've been dreaming of. His lips moved against yours with an intensity that left you breathless, his presence overwhelming every sense. It was as if he wanted to consume you, to claim you entirely in that moment.

When he finally pulled back, his breathing was ragged, his dark eyes blazing as they locked onto yours. “You don’t know what you do to me, do you baby?” he murmured, his voice rough and tinged with something dangerous. His thumb brushed your swollen lower lip, his gaze following the movement with an almost predatory focus.

"Look at you—your cheeks flushed, your lips swollen, and fuck, I just know that you want me, don't you?”

He didn’t wait for a response. Instead, his hand tightened in your hair, yanking your head back as his mouth descended on your neck. A gasp tore from your throat, and before you knew it, you found yourself sitting on a small table pushed against one of the bookshelves. The wood dug into your thighs, but you barely registered the discomfort. You were too caught up in the sensations flooding your mind and body.

Mattheo’s teeth grazed your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. His lips and tongue danced along your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You clutched at his shirt, your nails digging into the fabric as his lips traveled down to the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

“Oh god Mattheo,” you gasped, unable to hold back the moan that threatened to escape.

"Shhhhh quiet darling, or the others will hear you," Mattheo whispered against your skin. He smiled against your neck, and a shiver ran down your spine.

"And I know you’re just dying for my cock, aren't you, princess?”

“M-Mattheo, w-we shouldn’t,” you tried to protest, your voice breathless. But Mattheo didn’t let you finish. He pulled up your skirt, pushing it to your waist in one swift motion.

His free hand found the front of your underwear and, with a wicked smirk, he rubbed over your pussy. "Oh, my little angel, you're so wet for me," he purred, his eyes burning with lust as he looked into yours. "Fuck, I've wanted you since the day I saw you."

His hand pulled back, and he slipped his fingers into the top of your panties. You watched in disbelief as he licked his fingers clean, the sound making you even wetter for him. Then, before you knew it, his fingers were back against you, rubbing your clit in soft circles.

"Fuck, Mattheo," you moaned again, unable to help it this time.

He knelt down on one knee, his head now perfectly aligned with the height of the table. His other leg remained on the floor and his free arm held you tightly against him.

"Say it louder," he growled, his fingers moving faster, rubbing harder.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck—oh god!"

With a dark smirk, he pulled his fingers away. You yelped in surprise. He grinned at the expression, and then his head dipped below your waist.

"Oh fuck," you gasped as his tongue found your clit.

The pleasure was unlike anything you've ever felt. You gasped again as his tongue flicked over you again, your hands threading through his hair. You couldn't help it as you tugged on his hair, pressing his tongue against your clit as hard as you could.

But Mattheo was one step ahead of you. He pulled away, leaving you panting. "My little princess wants more, huh?"

"Oh fuck—please, please, Mattheo." Your voice cracked as you begged him for more.

Mattheo grinned up at you, his tongue licking his lips. "Say please again."

"Please," you gasped. And before you could say another word, his mouth was back on your clit, sucking and licking. His fingers found your entrance, and he shoved two inside of you.

“Oh god, oh god—oh fuck!" Your voice rose in pitch, and you clutched his hair again, pressing his mouth against you as hard as you could.

But before you could come, he pulled away again. He stood up and grinned at the look on your face. You looked down at him and noticed a large bulge had formed in his pants.

"Fuck, you look hot like that," he murmured, looking you up and down. "but you need to wait until I let you come."

Mattheo undid his belt and pulled at the button of his pants, undoing them with one quick move. His cock was hard and bigger than you expected, the tip already dripping with precum.

"I want to hear you say it," he said while he pulled his cock out, stroking it slowly. "Beg me to fuck you, princess."

"I—oh god—Mattheo—please fuck me—" you gasped out in a string of words, desperate to have him inside of you.

He smiled as he came closer to you, pushing your legs apart and placing himself between them. You held onto his shoulders as he shoved your underwear aside with the other arm. He teased the entrance of your pussy with his cock, making you squirm in his arms. He pressed a kiss to your ear, his hot breath making goosebumps rise up on your arms.

"You want my cock, don't you baby?" he asked under his heavy breath, and you nodded. "Then say it."

"Yes-" you gasped.

"Not like that, princess," he murmured. "I want to hear you beg me."

"Please—" you said again, the word slipping out in frustration. "Fuck me Mattheo—please, fuck me."

"That's my good girl." He growled as he shoved his cock into you, filling you completely. You cried out in surprise at the sudden stretch, and Mattheo paused for a second, giving you time to adjust. Then, he pulled out of you, and pushed back in with more force than before. His movements started slow, but soon became harder and faster.

He kissed your lips, and then your neck again, his teeth nipping at you every so often. The sensation of him inside you, his mouth on you, his hands on your skin, was almost too much to bear.

"Mmmm, god you're tight," He moaned, pushing his cock even further inside you. "You feel so fucking good, you know that princess?"

"Fuck Mattheo—" you cried out again, the orgasm starting to build. You tugged on his hair again, and he moaned against you.

"You're mine now," He whispers in your ear, as he started to increase the pace. "You're mine, and no one else’s—"

You felt his body tense against you, and his thrusts became faster and harder. His mouth pulled away from your neck and pressed against your ear again.

"God, you take my cock so well, do you?" he groaned out. "Yes, you’re a good girl—fuck—"

He trailed off, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic.

"Come for me, princess—" Mattheo growled, one of his hands reaching down to rub your clit. "Show me what you always wanted."

Your orgasm crashed through your body, almost as if it was waiting for him to say something to make it happen. You screamed out in pleasure as your body tightened and shuddered around his cock, the sensation of it throbbing inside of you too much to bear.

"Fuckkk—" he hissed as he pushed his cock as far into you as possible. You felt him shoot inside you, his hot cum filling your insides.

He stayed like that for a minute, his cock pulsating inside of you, as if savoring the moment. Finally, he pulled out, leaving you feeling empty and exposed.

"You’re fucking amazing. You know that, right?" he said as he fixed his clothes. You watched in awe as he buttoned up his pants and pulled his belt around him. You had never seen anything so sexy in your life.

You said nothing, unsure how to answer. He smirked and then pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, helping you dress yourself back up.

“Do you think sombody heard us?" You asked, suddenly worried.

"Maybe." He paused and then cupped your face, his smile softening into something softer. "But maybe I surrounded us with a quietness spell."

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Voyeur

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by mayghaen17

In the dead of night, Draco sees something he shouldn't. Something he should have looked away from. Instead, it draws him in like a moth to a flame. And when Granger catches him red-handed, her reaction isn't at all what he expected.

Words: 4266, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy

Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy

Additional Tags: Hogwarts Eighth Year, dramione - Freeform, Post-War, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Accidental Voyeurism, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Explicit Sexual Content, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Public Masturbation, smutshot, Hoemione

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[inlovewithmoony]

MINE || remus lupin x fem!reader

pairing: remus lupin x reader

warnings: very smutty, kinda mean remus, jealousy, punishment, knife play, established d/s relationship, everything is consensual

summary: remus sees you flirting with sirius and pulls you into a spare room to punish you, carving his initials on your thigh so people know you’re his

You smiled as Sirius entered the living area, sitting himself down beside you. You were currently sat on your boyfriend’s lap, but you moved your legs to lay over the other man’s legs- causing a slight stir of jealousy in Remus. You knew this, of course, he was very possesive and you loved that about him. Deciding to play with him, you moved yourself so you were no longer sat on the brunette’s lap; but instead inbetween the two men- your legs still draped over Sirius’.

“Hiya, pads,” you said, twirling a piece of your hair with your finger as you looked at him with doe eyes, “How you doin’?”

Remus shot you a glare and you could feel it burning into the back of your head, making you smirk at his jealousy. You hadn’t even started flirting yet.

“I’m alright,” Sirius replied, raising an eyebrow slightly at your behaviour, “You?”

“Oh I’m fine, abit bored, though,” You fake sighed, shuffling slightly in your seat, “Maybe we could go do something together- just us,”

“Watch it,” Remus grunted, shooting Sirius a harsh look. Sirius chuckled, grabbing a cigarette from his packet and placing it inbetween his lips before lighting it. “Calm down, moony, just a bit of harmless fun,”

“Hm, but I gotta say,” you spoke before Remus could, moving your legs from Sirius’ lap and sitting up so you were inches from his face, “I know something much better than could be between your lips,”

That was the last straw for Remus, who growled and stood up- grabbing your wrist harshly and almost dragging you towards the door. You whimpered at his rough touch, keeping up with his pace as he strode towards a spare room- his grip on your wrist tight enough to leave a bruise. He almost kicked the door down, throwing you onto the bed. You let out a small hmph as you made contact with the mattress, wetness pooling in your panties when you saw the mix of jealousy, anger and lust in Remus’ eyes.

“What the actual fuck-“ He grabbed your jaw, forcing you to make eye contact with him. His once amber eyes now dark with lust, “Do you think you’re playing at, slut?”

“M’sorry, Rem-“

“Who?“

“Sir,” You gulped, thighs pressing together as you thought about what was going to happen, “Just teasin’ you,”

“I don’t care you if you were just teasing, you belong to me,” He pressed down on you’re chest, pinning you to the bed as he hovered over you, “You’re mine,”

Remus growled the last sentence as he pushed your legs open, reaching a hand up your skirt and cupping your heat; his palm pressing onto your clit harshly. “Did he make you this wet, huh?”

You shook your head frantically, “No, sir, it’s you-“

“Don’t lie to me,” he pressed his palm into you harder, making you squeal slightly.

“Ah~ Sorry, sir,” you gasped at the presssure. His other hand reached into his pocket, pulling out a small pocket knife. Chuckling at the fear in your eyes, he tapped the cold blade against your thigh- making you let out a whimper.

He rubbed circles on your clit as he applied a small amount of pressure onto the blade but not enough to break the skin, “Maybe this will make you realise that-“ He broke the skin, slicing a small line down your thigh making you cry out in slight pain, “You’re mine,”

The pain of the cut mixed together perfectly with the pleasure of him rubbing circles on your clit at a high pace. You were close, but you didn’t dare release yet; knowing it’d just make the punishment so much worse. Your thighs started to shake and Remus removed his hand, knowing you were about to reach your high. You let out a noise of frustration, your eyes widening when you realised what you did.

“What was that?” He snapped, the knife pressin into your skin next to the other cut. He curved it slightly, turning the wound into the perfect shape of an R.

“M’sorry sir,” You spoke, the pain much worse now you didn’t have the pleasure to override it. It was almost unbearable, the wound leaking red- spilling down your thigh and onto the bed. “You will be when I’m done with you,”

He did the last letter in one swift motion, carving an L right next to the R. It wasn’t that bad this time, since it was quick, but the wound still bled like the other; red staining the bedsheets below you. Remus leaned back slightly, rubbing his thumb over the fresh cuts, “Now everybody will know you belong to me, puppy,” he growled, pressing down slightly on the wound.

You cried out in pain, tears whelling in your eyes as he applied more pressure to the wound, “Sir, please, hurts-“

He removed his hand, not wanting to hurt you too much, but he wasn’t done with you yet. Not wasting any time, he freed his erection from his pants. It sprung up, hitting his stomach with a soft slap and you couldn’t help but grow even wetter at the sight of it.

Remus had fucked you many times in the years you’ve been together but no matter how many times you saw his cock, you could never get over how big it was. At least 9 inches. “Sir, please~” you mewled, pushing your hips down to get closer to him. He tutted, slapping your thigh, “Are you that needy you can’t even use your words, huh?”

“Please, fuck me,” As soon as you said it, Remus slammed into you. You let out a loud moan, wrapping your arms around his neck as he set a hard and fast pace- hitting your spot with every thrust. You saw stars.

“So fucking tight, bunny~” he moaned in your ear, “No matter how many- fuck- times I absolutely ruin you, you’re still so tight for me,”

You could have cum with just his words, they went straight to your core- making you even wetter for him. He mercilessly railed you, his hands gripping onto your hips firmly to keep you from squirming around with how good it felt. One hand left your waist, moving one of your legs so it was placed on his shoulder- allowing him more access to the deepest parts of you.

“Mm, gonna cum, sir~” you mewled, feeling your orgasm approaching, “Can I?”

“Soon, bunny,” Remus groaned in response, his own thrusts starting to get sloppy. He leant over to suck at your neck, leaving behind dark marks, “You look so pretty when you’re marked by me, darling,”

“Fuck~ thank you, sir,”

“You can cum now, baby,” Remus finally gave you permission, reaching his own high at the same time. You almost screamed when you came, hands gripping onto the bedsheets for support as you unraveled around him. He painted the inside of you with his cum, smirking when he pulled out; the sight of it dripping out of you making him strangely proud.

“You did so well, bunny,” he muttered, moving your hair from out of your face before placing a kiss on your lips, “Now lets get you all cleaned up and attend to that wound, hm?”

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# Harry Potter SmutShots

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by zomb1ef4ngz

Hello! just some harry potter smutshots!! feel free to request! template on the first page!! :-)

Words: 132, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter Characters, Voldemort (Harry Potter), Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Ginny Weasley, Sirius Black, James Potter, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Severus Snape

Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Harry Potter/Tom Riddle, Hermione Granger/Harry Potter/Ron Weasley, Harry Potter/Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Draco Malfoy/Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter/Ron Weasley, Sirius Black/Severus Snape, Neville Longbottom/Harry Potter, Sirius Black/James Potter

Additional Tags: Smut, Shameless Smut, Praise Kink, Size Kink, Blood Kink, Gay Sex, harry and draco a lot, Car Sex, Rope Bondage, Pet Names, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Rough Kissing, Choking, Porn With Plot

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by FinnleyPotterlock

Most wizarding couples celebrate the day their kids go off to Hogwarts for the year, leaving them home alone for some romantic exploration. After 30 years of marriage, however, Harry and Ginny Potter are no longer part of "most Wizarding couples."

A woman can only take being ignored by her husband for so long, and after a stale date leads to a heated argument, Harry and Ginny decide they need to do something to get their marriage out of this rut.

Couples counceling sounds like a simple and obvious solution at first. Once the advice starts rolling in however, Harry and Ginny realized they may have to explore new grounds that neither had even thought of before. Particularly in the bedroom.

(Essentially just a bunch of Hinny smutshots with a little fluff sprinkled in here and there.)

Words: 1532, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley

Relationships: Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger/Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger/Harry Potter/Ron Weasley

Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff and Smut, Porn With Plot, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

[inlovewithmoony]

🍄 - smut

🧸 - fluff

🐺 - angst

things i don’t write: incest, bestiality, anything involving bodily fluids (apart from spit + cum)

characters i write for: remus lupin, sirius black, james potter, draco malfoy, harry potter, ron weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, lucius malfoy, severus snape

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ohmygod guys, we hit 100 followers <333, i love you guys sososo much<3

i’ll try to post another smutshot soon, any requests? 

and on another note, should i change my theme, i think it’d be a little fun with a change!

i love you all so much<3

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Fiancés

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by LonieMonie04

just a bunch of my smuts and fluff I wrote and wanted to have in one place.

Words: 2513, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of smutshots

Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Far Cry (Video Games), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Mafia (Video Games)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, M/M, Multi

Characters: Dream, George, SapNap, Karl, Quackity, Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Jacob Seed, John Seed, Joseph Seed, Faith Seed, Original Characters, John Donovan (Mafia), Lincoln Clay, Vito Scaletta

Relationships: Sapnap/Karl Jacobs/Quackity - Relationship, Clay | Dream/GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Jacob Seed/Original Male Character(s), John Seed/Original Male Character(s), Joseph Seed/Original Male Character(s), Faith Seed/Original Female Character(s), Harry Potter/Severus Snape, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Lincoln Clay/John Donovan/Original Character(s), Lincoln Clay/Vito Scaletta

Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut, many fandoms, just decided to put all my works together, I Don't Even Know, How Do I Tag, Smutty

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