#harry pottter x you

[pearlmagick]

IRON BONDS I

pairing : harry potter x reader

synopsis : harry’s best friend likes their drinks on the metallic side, but he hasn’t a clue about them being a vampire, nor the fact that they love him. | inner angst

warnings : mentions of blood

notes : first fic !! hello everyone, sorry if this is messy + still figuring out a format i like. thank you for reading !

It was another Saturday morning of lying to everyone you knew and cared for. The sharp and unusually shiny fangs pierced through your comfortable life as a reminder that one small needle could render the whole comfortable haystack dangerous as anxiously wait for the moment the needle would decide to show itself and draw blood.

Blood.

You inhaled sharply, trying to remove all thoughts of the newly delectable liquid as you drank the almost-transparent potion to temporarily shape your bloodless skin and pointed fangs back to your old self.

Your vampirism wasn’t terribly new. During the summer before your fourth year, a vampire had lurched from the depths of a nearby forest and turned you into one of his kind. The pain of the change was unbearable, yet you couldn’t fathom the pain of losing the life you had built, so you and your family had kept your undead-ness a secret from all, except the headmaster who meticulously crafted accommodations for you.

That didn’t matter to you; you didn’t care about the metallic “cranberry juice” you drank every dinner, you worried constantly about what Harry would say.

Harry Potter was your best friend and the pair of you knew everything about each other. It was all the most cliché story: two best friends with one pining for the other while keeping a dark secret. A compelling tale it was, but when it was your reality, it felt more like a nightmare than an entertainment fantasy read.

You and Harry were sitting together at the top of the Astronomy Tower as you listened to him rant about Umbridge with snide asides about how he was leading a secret club right under her nose. You tried to pay attention but the mix of thoughts between the ticking clock until your bloody dinner, the sound of Harry’s heart beating faster with his excited lecture on the DA lessons he had planned out, and of course, the plague that caught you before the rogue vampire, losing yourself in the green eyes that you’ve caught yourself in the maze of for the past three years.

Perhaps your lack of focus was stronger than normal because, for the first time, Harry noticed your eyes look hazy as your mind crawled around to make a complex web of wandering thoughts.

“Y/N ? Are you alright ?” Your head snapped back into position with unusual speed that Harry couldn’t help but notice. “I’m fine. There’s nothing wrong, Harry. You can continue, I’m listening, promise.” You pushed your pinkie to hook with his as if this gesture was the epitome of trust before bringing your hand back.

Harry stared before continuing, yet decided to keep a closer eye on your strange behaviour.

You did your best to stay as normal as you possibly could, worrying that if you stepped a toe out of your ordinary routine you’d risk exposing yourself and losing everyone, including the boy you fell in love with.

[strawb3rrystar]

Cork screws and bottle caps.

Pairing: Tom Riddle x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Aphrodisiac, Virgin! Reader, Mad corruption kink, Oral (f!receiving), Fingering, Nipple play, Reader doesn't give verbal consent- but consent is given, Tom is obsessed with the reader, P in V sex, Overstimulation, Creampie, VERY DARK THEMES - I'm sorry I went a little insane while writing this

Word count: 2,056

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Tom had recently picked up a new fascination with potion making. And you were the naive witch who agreed to be his test subject. He wasn't stupid however, he already knew what the potion would do to you. But you didn't have to know that fact.

Your feet hung off the edge of his bed, his dorm nestled in the Slytherin tower, his favorite place in the whole castle. Maybe he was a hypocrite for it, but he liked the way people's skin crawled when they walked near it. You cupped the bottle in your hands, swirling the liquid a little.

"Remember to drink all of it."

You look up at the brunette standing before you, giving him a soft nod of your head. You bring the bottle to your lips and close your eyes when the strongly sweet liquid starts filling your mouth. Tom watched you down the potion, a grin spreading across his face as his plan is set into fruition. Once you were finished he took the empty bottle from your hands, setting it on his desk. He then picked up some parchment and a quill, prepared to write down your reactions.

"It should take a few minutes for it to work."

Tom informs you, scribbling something down. It wasn't anything important, he wasn't here to write a paper on you. He admired you sitting on his bed. Your uniform skirt came just below your knees, frilly socks adorning your ankles. That was one thing you always liked about Hogwarts, the option to choose the bottoms to your uniform. Most girls chose the pants option, but you always admired the frill of a skirt.

Tom liked that about you, it's why he specifically asked you over every other girl. Your naivete, your innocence, the fact that you were so trusting of him. There was a rumor that you had never even kissed someone yet. A complete virgin, and he wanted to be your first. After a few minutes of waiting, your body started to feel hot. And tingly too, as if your senses were heightened.

"What was that potion..? Is it supposed to make me feel all hot?"

Tom smiled at your soft voice, a clear panic set in your eyes. You nervously fiddle with your fingers, waiting for a response. He placed his hand on top of your head, then moved it down to cup your cheek.

"It was an aphrodisiac, love."

He said it so calmly and sweetly, as if it was the most normal thing and you were stupid for questioning him. He loved the confused glimmer in your eye. You had no idea what you had just gotten yourself into.

"It makes you.. aroused."

He was going to use more innocent terms for you, but decided it would be better if he was blunt. Your eyes widen, heat pooling in your lower abdomen.

"Why.. why would you give me that?"

Your questioning voice was adorable. The way you tried to act tough, but the slight quiver in your voice gave you away. Tom brings his the end of his quill under your chin, holding back a grin.

"I told you. It's for research."

He discards the parchment and writing utensil, leaning closer to you. You lean away from him, your breathing turning into distress. Tom doesn't back away, so within seconds your back is pressed against his mattress. A smile spreads across his lip, his hand touching your thigh. He caresses it for a few seconds before pushing your skirt up your legs. You instinctively clamp your legs shut, a look of distain crosses his face.

"I thought you wanted this?"

You struggle to find the words to reject him. You didn't want your first time to be like this. But you couldn't stop the aching that came from between your legs. You needed him and you knew it. He shifts to fit in between your thighs, kisses the inside of one.

"It's okay, love. I'll take care of you. Make you feel good."

Tom didn't wait before pulling your underwear off, tossing it to the ground. He stared in awe at the sight of your dripping cunt. He imagined having you like this a million times. Pounding you into the mattress, making you cum so many times that you pass out. But to actually see you bare in front of him, it was like a dream come true. He moves his hands under your thighs and lifts them up a bit. Bringing his face closer to your heat, you held your breath in anticipation. His tongue gives a teat swipe up your folds, pulling a gasp out of you.

Tom's heart jumped at the sound, he wanted to see what other sounds he could drive out of you. So, he buries his face in between your thighs, immediately licking up your clit. A whimper escapes your lips and you cover your mouth with your hand. Tom's lips wrap around your bundle of nerves and suckles. You moan so sweetly, bucking your hips up into him. He works hard, sucking on it a little harsher, twirling his tongue around it. He moves his tongue to your precious hole, swirling around it as well. Tom prodded at your entrance, listening to your moans and whines. Then he pulls away from your cunt, looking down at you.

"You're so needy for me, love."

He brings his fingers and picks up some of your arousal with the pads of them. He rubs his fingers on you clit, making you thighs twitch. Tom does this for a second before bringing his digits to your entrance. He starts pushing his middle finger into you, making you gasp and you eyes widen.

"Have you not touched yourself before, baby?"

You shake your head no, biting on your lip to hold back your moans. He slightly chuckles, his other hand unbuttoning your uniform. His finger continues to push into you and soon it's buried to his palm. Tom wiggles it, causing you to squirm. He pulls your button-up off your chest and pulls down your bra. You whine when his hand roughly grabs one of your breasts. He shushes you, thrusting his finger in and out of you now.

Tom brushes his tongue over your nipple then skillfully takes it into his mouth. His finger continued to slowly thrust into for a few minutes before adding a second one. The feeling of the stretch caused you to dig your fingers into the green duvet that covered his bed. Your pussy made an embarrassing squelching sound, revealing how wet you were. Once you adjusted to his second finger he thrusted them faster into you.

Your moans were so sweet, so perfect, just for him. Tom wanted to capture them in a bottle and carry it around in his robe pocket. He never wanted to see you talking to one of those useless Gryffindor boys in the Great Hall. He wanted to be the only one you looked at that way. The more Tom thought about it, the more frustrated he got. He abruptly pulls his fingers out of you, licking them clean.

"You taste so delicious, my love."

He made quick works of his clothes and the rest of yours. Admiring your body for a second, he lightly trails his hands over your abdomen down to your hips. He places him self in between your thighs, his cock painfully hard and leaking. This is what you did to him. Turned him from a high level wizard to a low level slut. Tom wanted to take his frustrations out on you. To break you until you'd forgotten every spell you learned. You wouldn't need magic if you were with him. He'd give you a good life, an easy life, away from the dangers of the wizarding world. He would provide a better life than any Gryffindor or Hufflepuff ever could.

Tom bumps the head of his cock into your clit a few times, watching you squirm. Then, he guided it into you, effectively making you hiss in pain. The stretch was worse than his fingers, it felt like being split in two. Your eyes clamped shut for a second as tears began to slip from your glassy eyes, reaching out for him. He complied, lacing his fingers with yours and pressing your arms into the mattress. Tom didn't want to wait for you to adjust however, he was growing impatient within seconds. Maybe this could be punishment for all the times you ignored him before. But, he made the rash decision to push into you fully, bottoming out. In response you let out a cry, nearing a scream. Your body slightly thrashed, trying to get away from him.

"Stop that. You wanted this, remember?"

His voice was demanding now and it felt like a total tonal shift that would make your head spin. Tom grabs your cheeks in his hand and squeezes, making your lips pudge out. You clench around him and he groans. It was enough to make him start moving, and his pace wasn't slow either. It was rough and unforgiving. You weep from the pain, your legs shaking. Yet you couldn't vocalize the words to ask him to stop. Would he even if you asked? You hoped so. You really hoped so.

It took minutes of his deep thrusts for the pleasure to come to your body and the pain melt away. It came in a rush, a sudden flip of a switch in your body that had your head rolling back. Noticing you weren't crying from pain anymore, Tom picks up the pace with his thrusts, his hips smacking into yours. As your moans pick up again, he buries his face in your neck, softly kissing it. Soon you felt a twisting, fuzzy feeling in your stomach.

"Tom.. I feel weird.."

He grins at that and you could feel it against your skin. He pulls away from your neck, looking down at you. His free hand presses against your stomach, feeling where his cock reached inside of you, while his other still held yours.

"It's okay. Just let it happen, love."

Tom continues his fast paced thrust, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. Your body trembles as you cum, clenching hard around him. He fucks you through your high, but doesn't show any signs of stopping. You whine when his lips pull away from yours, your body feeling like a sauna. Sweat clung to your skin as your cunt pathetically wept around him. Tom drunk in your fucked out expression, feeling himself get closer.

He speeds up even more to bring himself to release. But that in turn overstimulates you, bringing your body close to having a second orgasm. Tom brings both his hands to grab your hips, making sure your body is firmly against the bed. That left your hands free and you opted to grab onto the duvet again.

"I'm going to cum inside you- Because you're mine from now on."

Tom says in between groans. And he meant it too. The both of you moan for each other, his names falling out of your lips like a spell. Your eyes roll back, focusing on his rough, fast, deep thrusts. The bed beneath you squeaked and you hoped that no one else could hear you. Like the rush of running water you came again, clenching around his cock like a vice. You cunt sucked and pulled him in. He felt drawn to it, like he couldn't live without it, or your adorable expressions. Studying the sight of your trembling body, he came right after you. Filling you up with his cum.

After you both calm down from your intense high, he pulls out of your swollen, messy cunt. Laying down beside you, he pulls you into his arms. He made a mental note to clean you, and his bed up after resting a little while. Tom kisses the side of your head, praising you for what a good job you did taking him. You never expected today would be the day that you had your first kiss, lost your virginity, and got a boyfriend. But you did, and honestly, you probably couldn't be more satisfied with your day as the potion wore off.

"I love you, so much, darling."

"I love you too, Tom."

Star's notes -> This is my first fic to ever reach 2k words. Anyways, as per the vote, here is the Tom Riddle aphrodisiac fic!

(Requests are open!)

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[plathfiles]

please let the marauders fandom find this ‼️

which character in the marauders era would Christian Bale be good at being??? please help me with this I want to fan cast him for a fic but idk what character he would be??

[dreamcubed]

the man | james potter x reader

song; the man [taylor swift] pairing; james potter x fem!"slut"!reader // slight sirius black x reader genre; fwb2l, light angst, hurt comfort(ish), light fluff word count; 1,7k timeline; marauders' last year at hogwarts warnings; swearing, slut-shaming, double standards, mentions/talk of sex, mentions of hook ups/sleeping around, misogyny, verbal conflict summary; you hated it. james could go around sleeping with as many different people as he liked and get praised for it, while you did the exact same and only ever got slut-shamed. the worst part? james didn't seem to understand that, despite being your most frequent fling

a/n; if you're below 16 please dni, there is no explicit smut but there are mature themes

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"every conquest i had made would make me more of a boss to you."

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You were used to the whispers that passed you in the hallways, but they still chipped away at your sanity. Offended wasn't how you would describe your emotions: no, you were angry. Angry that these people held judgements against you when they didn't even know you.

"She'd open her legs for anyone."

Even if you did, why would that make you an unkind person- someone not worthy of being friends with? How you explored your sexuality did not reflect how you explored your friendships, and your closest and dearest friend Lily Evans could vouch for that. You were loyal, generous and caring, but all anyone ever saw in you was a good-for-nothing whore. You could safely say that if you were in a relationship, you would never cheat - but you weren't, so you had every right to sleep around.

"She's such an easy lay."

It was ironic, really, how the boys talked shit about you behind your back, degrading your conquests, but still wouldn't hesitate to hook up with you given the chance. They were such hypocrites: if people like you didn't exist, they wouldn't have anyone to fuck when they got horny and lonely. If anything, they should be grateful that you provided them a service they so desperately craved for free of charge. Still, the comments hurt more coming from girls. They had been victims of sexism and misogyny their whole lives, and knew how it hurt, yet still decided to be that same way to you.

"Y/N would still fuck the ugliest guy on earth."

No, you wouldn't. Despite popular belief, you didn't hook up with anyone who looked your way. You hadn't even slept with half the guys in your year, although it was at the point where any of them could lie about fucking you and would be believed. There was no point fighting the rumours: it would just be another game of he said, she said.

"Overused pussy."

Since the rumours had gotten out of hand, your sex drive had actually decreased immensely. Not out of disgust in yourself (Merlin, no - you were not in the wrong here), but out of distrust of any of the guys in the school. They didn't deserve your sexual abilities, which were good, by the way. You excelled in the art of sex, and they really should have been more appreciative of that fact, because now you were going to starve them of it.

It happened all the time: a guy you'd hooked up with in the past tracking you down to beg you for another round. Yeah, and supposedly you were the desperate one.

You began turning them all away, hexing them if they pushed further.

Well, all except one.

James Potter was a frequent fling of yours, and with you now being on strike, he was practically your only on-going conquest. You liked him because he never spoke of your sexual encounters with anyone, not even the other Marauders. You knew that for a fact because you had hooked up with Sirius in the past, and he had definitely told them by the way they all acted around you afterwards. No, they didn't act that way at all after the first time you hooked up with James - it was clear they didn't know.

It's not that you disliked Sirius, as he clearly hadn't said anything bad about you, you just preferred how James treated the situation. Admittedly, you had been the one to seek him out for a second round.

And then it progressed into more, leading you to the official situation of friends with benefits, as you knew him too well outside of the bed for it to have a lesser title. Nonetheless, it was not awkward between the two of you in lessons and at mealtimes - it was how it had always been.

Even though he didn't make the comments himself, it was more than obvious that he didn't seem to understand how badly you were treated for partaking in the same actions that he did without judgement. It annoyed you, to some extent.

"I heard Endale call me a whore."

"Why would he say that?"

or

"I hate being called a slut."

"It can't happen that often."

Yeah, it pissed you off. You were reaching breaking point with it.

***

Tuesday evening, and you had just finished up with James in the Room of Requirement, which he had introduced to you after your flings became a frequent thing - although, you had never taken anyone else there, something about the room felt too special to share with anyone who wasn't James. You buttoned up your school shirt with your back to him, relishing in the silent but far from awkward aftermath of sex.

"I heard you fucked Potguild."

You scoffed, "D'you believe every rumour you hear?"

"Is it true?"

"No," you said, "I haven't fucked anyone but you in a few weeks."

You then turned to him to see he had raised an eyebrow at you.

"What?"

"Then how come I hear guys talking about their last shag with you every day? They can't all be lying."

You deadpanned James, which made him frown.

It was his turn to say, "What?"

"They can all be lying. That's what men do."

His brows furrowed further, "But-"

"James," you snapped, which took him by surprise - you rarely used his first name outside of sex, "You know nothing of what it's like to be a girl."

He remained silent.

"I'm so sick of you acting like I'm exaggerating when I talk about how I'm treated - you just think I'm exaggerating because it doesn't happen to you."

He opened his mouth to speak, but you kept going.

"Wanna know why it doesn't happen to you? Because you're a guy. You can shag whoever the fuck you want and get praised for it - get called the man - and it pisses me off that you don't understand that I don't get treated the same."

"Y/N-"

"Save it," you spoke harshly, grabbing your bag and leaving the room. He made no effort to chase you - and you weren't sure if you were happy or upset about that.

To be honest, you were pretty sure you were more mad at the patriarchal society you lived in than you were at James: he was far from an inherently bad person and would probably make an effort to apologise over the course of the next week.

You were right.

***

"Y/N, can we talk?" he asked at the end of transfiguration, catching you at your desk.

The first thing about his question that took you off guard was his use of your name in a non-sexual context. The second thing that surprised you was the lack of the other Marauders in the classroom - they almost always waited for each other.

"About what?" you said more coldly than you would have preferred.

"You know... the other day."

You sighed, "Okay, let's talk, Potter."

You almost didn't catch the way he flinched at the use of his last name.

"Great," he took your hand, and began leading you out the classroom to an alcove tucked into the wall some way down the corridor.

He let go of your hand, and stood facing you, as if waiting for something.

"Well...?" you pushed, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow at him.

"I'm sorry," he said firmly, "I should have registered how differently girls and women get treated, but I didn't, and that's on me."

You felt your expression and posture soften slightly.

"And I know there's no excuse, but I think- I think me believing the rumours was less to do with believing guys over you and more to do with me being scared they were true."

A frown formed on your face as you adjusted your stance, hoping that your silence pressed him to elaborate.

"I don't want you sleeping with other people, so I feared the worst."

"You want to be... exclusive?" you questioned slowly.

"Yes," he said quickly, "But not just sexually - I... I want to date you... I mean- there had to have been a reason you started only sleeping with me, right?"

As you processed his words, you felt your stomach flip with nervous excitement, and that was a cue to you that you may want to try something more with James. He was definitely the best sex you had ever had, anyway, as unlike many of the other guys, he actually paid attention to your needs as well as his.

"...Okay," you said eventually, "We can start with one date and see how it goes from there. But, for the record, me only hooking up with you was less to do with you and more to do with the other guys - so don't get ahead of yourself."

He nodded eagerly, seemingly brushing past your last statement, "Yes, perfect - Hogsmeade, this weekend?"

"But it isn't a Hogsmeade weekend-"

"You really think the Room of Requirement is the only Hogwarts secret I know?"

To be fair, you weren't really surprised to hear that.

"But, you realise that dating me probably won't stop the rumours... or change my reputation... and instead just ruin yours?"

He shook his head, "I don't care, they're pathetic attention seekers - I now know better than to listen to what they say."

"Let's hope so."

"Godric, have more faith in me, woman."

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written; 09/08/2022 —> 06/09/2022 published; 07/09/2022 edited; —/—/——

[skzfairies]

late nights

pairing: harry potter x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff/slight angst

warnings: lowercase, mentions of harry dying, misspelling and maybe some misuse of words

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you listened as the fire crackled in the warm fire place infront of the the table you were sitted in front of.

you could barely keep your eyes open, the warmness of the common room making sleep feel so enticing. but, you had to wait for harry, you were worried and anxious about his whereabouts. you checked his dorm, and you saw that both his invisibility clock and his wand were gone. you couldn’t find the maurarders map either, and you were unable to find any of his roommates or hermonie.

knowing harry, he was probably deep on the grounds, probably finding some new thing to fight or go after, so you stayed in the common room, waiting for him to come back, with brusies and scars on his face, or for someone to come in declaring him dead.

thinking about the countless of things harry could be doing, the fire started to die off, making the room chill, and creepily quiet.

there was no loud snoring coming from the dormitory’s, no students staying up way past their bed time, just quietness.

it was so peaceful, you felt you mouth unclenching, and your shoulders droop, i guess it wouldn’t be so bad if you just shut your eyes.

you felt a cold hand tapping your shoulder, and a soft whisper making it’s way into your ear.

“go away” you mumble, your voice barely audible.

but the hand continued to shake you, you didn’t know why the hand wasn’t leaving you alone, you just wanted to sleep.

“y/n, it’s me, harry” the voice whispered, and this time you could actually hear the voice.

harry?

your eyes slowly opened, and you were met with the mess haired boy with glasses, trying to shake you awake. the boy softly giggled at you, you figured that he was laughing at your bed head and the droop of your eyes.

“you git.” you whispered, remembering that he made you stay up in worry thinking he was killed.

“yeah yeah i know, let’s get you up to bed sleepy head, i’ll explain tomorrow when you can process the information.”

you felt his calloused hands pulling your underarms up, and wrapped his arm around your waist and shoulder, leading you up to your respectable staircase.

that night you dreamt about the boy who always made you worry, but was so gentle with you, and made you feel so loved. perhaps the love made up for the late nights that you pulled you hair out for him.

[estaticheart]

could you please do #97 and #107 from the first smut list with a jealous draco?

#97: “Stop distracting me.”

#107: “Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.”

After the famous Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy was the smartest student at Hogwarts.

And by merlín, did he work for it. As his girlfriend you knew that, sometimes you wander around trying to find him to often discover him sitting in the library. Unshockingly, today was the exact same as any other. You’d walked into the section of the library he often sat, to see him surrounded by piles of workbooks and paper.

“Dray?” You greeted, slinging your arms around his neck from behind his seat, leaving a small kiss on his neck. He didn’t react, still focused fully on his work with full attention. “Busy?” You asked, slightly irritated over the lack of attention from your boyfriend. He nodded stiffly, making you even more annoyed. “Stop distracting me” He muffled.

Annoyed and angry, you went over to the nearby table to his, full of Gryffindors. They smirked as you walked over to them, your hips swinging seductively in your definitely too-small skirt. “Hey boys.” You flirted, showing your teeth in a flirty grin. They glanced confused at each other but none the less began to conversate with you, just as flirtcious.

You were fully uninterested in all of them, you waited for Draco to notice what you had done. Which wasn’t long at all. You instantly noticed his hands wrapping around your middle, the familiar way he pulled you into his front. And how perfectly, the curve of your ass fit into his groin.

The Gryffindor boys looked at Draco in fear, immediately packing their stuff and exiting the room from the scowl on your face. He used the time, to guide his hands lower onto your hips, forcing your ass to grind on his dick. Hidden behind the shelves, he grinded back into your ass- you could feel his print on you.

“Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.” He whispered into your neck, now letting you take control as you grinded harder and lower. You moaned at his words and the feeling of him so close to you. “Yes please” He took your hand and pushed you against the bookshelf towards the back of the library.

Finally your eyes met his and he grinned at you, “You’re so pretty baby. You’re all mine.” His fingers traced your skin down to the top of your thighs, his fingers reaching out to your pussy. You watching his eyes lighten up as he felt the lack of underwear over your pussy. Draco let some spit dribble onto his fingers before rubbing up and down your folds.

Only moments of the spreading juices around your wetness until he forced his member into your hole. Draco’s hands held you up from the back, your clothes rubbing against each other agonisingly as you tried to get closer. He found a way into your shirt, hands squeezing your tits for every pound into your pussy.

You could feel all of him, his veins pulsing against your walls, as he fucked up into you just as relentlessly. He runs his hands up your spine and finds himself in wrapping his fingers around your throat.The grip of his fingers around your throat tightens slightly as he fucks up into you. Your orgasm is just around the corner. He didn’t defer from the force he was driving you crazy with but let his hands stroke teasingly painful at your clit.

It was hard to keep so quiet, his cock was penetrating you faster and faster filling all of you up. While his skilled hands, played with your clit rubbing it, squeezing it. Draco smirked when he saw how undone you were because of him, pushing him to fuck you faster and harder. “Dray.. F-fuck” You moaned at the last obstacle, letting g him now how close you were to your orgasm.

“Go on baby.. Come for me” He mumbled against your breast that he was blessing with sloppy kisses. He didn’t slow down against your hips grinding into them tougher than before. Draco watched in smugness as your orgasm came loose. His dick covered in your juices and some of his too, equally his fingers soaked with your cum. His eyes latched onto yours, smirking at the state you were in.

“You’re fucking mine. If you want to act like a little get treated like a slut.” He spat, holding onto your neck so you were only looking at him. Your eyes sparkling from your orgasm still, he stayed connected with them until he had succeeded in pushing you onto your knees. “Suck me you slut.”

[krethes]

Excerpt from Chapter 18 of Did You Miss Me?

Read Chapter 18 or Start at Chapter One

From the "Black Magic Lovers" chat with Flo (Pink), Mary (Yellow), and James (Red).

This week has a very special posting schedule! There will be new content every day, like this: Monday the 7th: Bonus scene (Chapter 17) Tuesday: Chapter 18 Wednesday: Bonus scene (Chapter 19) Thursday: Chapter 20 Friday: Bonus scene (Chapter 21) Monday (Valentine’s Day): Chapter 22, a Valentine’s Day chapter! This is in response to a survey done on the DYMM? Thread on the Wolfstar Discord. Fantismal and I wrote three extra “missing” scenes to provide filler to make up for only two full chapters this week.

[screechingyouthstrawberry]

the song death bed is fred singing to hermione

[playitaagain]

Could you write “Sometimes I just want to cuddle, okay? Is that so bad?” for Rarry?

Harry just needs to be held sometimes. 

“Sometimes I just want to cuddle, okay? Is that so bad?”

The breeze from the window cools his skin while he stands over the stove. The bacon is sizzling, crackling grease across the back of the stove that he’ll clean with a flick of his wand when he’s finished. He whisks the eggs, adding some cheese and the vegetables Harry insists to put in but Ron always manages to cover the flavor with excess cheese.

Ron brushes his hair out of his face, tucking it behind his ear and stretching his arm over his head with a yawn. Last night had been a tough one. Harry spent most of the night in a restless sleep, waking multiple times in a cold sweat. It’s just that time of year again that both lose sleep as they find a way to get through the reminder of the war. 

The shuffling of slippers catches his attention as he turns to find Harry standing in the kitchen doorway. He’s rubbing at his eyes, hair going in every which way. He looks sleep rumpled and tired and cute. It has a smile tugging up Ron’s lips as Harry drags his feet across the floor. 

The jumper is much too big, obviously Ron’s and he recognizes it from his outfit yesterday. Harry has his nose scrunched in it, shoulders slouched in his attempt to hide away in the fabric. Ron’s thankful it’s an off day at the office, a lucky Saturday off as he watches Harry practically drag his feet across the floor. 

It leads to him nearly tumbling into Ron’s chest, arms catch between them and face pressed against his collarbone. Ron’s surprise at the gesture has him pausing a moment, hand moving a bit slow until his mind seems to catch up with Harry’s desire for affection and he wraps his whisk free arm around Harry. 

It’s unusual for Harry to seek comfort like this. He’s not the touchy feely type. It took him a while to even allow Ron to hold his hand while they sat on the couch and even longer for him to press against Ron’s side. Harry’s always been his own comfort, years with those horrible muggles convincing him he has to do it alone, but Harry’s slowly come to the realization that Ron will always be there for love and comfort. He still doesn’t seek it out openly though, usually one for subtle hints when he was seeking Ron’s touch. That is what had him a bit surprised by Harry’s sudden, very obvious, need for comfort. 

“What’s bothering you, love?” Ron asks, fingers playing with the hair at the nap of Harry’s neck. It’s unusually long. Ron will have to remind him to get a haircut. 

“Sometimes I just want to cuddle, okay? Is that so bad?” Harry snaps. Yeah, he definitely didn’t get enough sleep. He only got like this when he was particularly worn and tired. Ron knows work has been rough too. He’s been there for Merlin sake. He knows the work Harry keeps piling on himself in his distraction of the anniversary. 

Ron doesn’t say anything to Harry’s remark, instead pressing a kiss to his hair and shuffling a bit so he can continue with breakfast. It would seem Harry simply needs the peace and quiet of curling up in his arms today. He wasn’t ready to talk out his feelings yet. Ron would be here when he was ready to chat. 

He honestly didn’t expect it to be so soon but Harry sighs against his chest, his tense shoulders sagging in defeat as Ron flips the bacon. He’s pouring the eggs into the pan as Harry’s arms slide around his waist, standing as close as possible so he doesn’t obstruct Ron’s view of the stove. 

“Sorry,” he mutters into the material of Ron’s shirt. He shifts just enough so he can press his lips against the skin along Ron’s collar gently, before he closes his eyes and presses his face to that same spot. “I just- I wanna hold you for a bit.” 

Ron hums in recognition. It was obviously a harder night than he thought for Harry if he was seeking this level of comfort. These were the moments Ron knew Harry’s dreams involved Ron leaving and never coming back. It always pulled at his heart, ached to know he was part of the reason Harry was in so much pain sometimes. 

“Of course, love.” He clicks the stove off, half cooked eggs and nearly cooked bacon the least of his worries as he wraps Harry up in his arms and shuffles toward their bedroom. The sheets are still a mess from the night and it takes some finagling before they’re both under the covers, Harry’s face is pressed into his neck as Ron runs a soothing hand through his hair.

[pearlmagick]

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Snogging on the couch.

Pairing: Poly! Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Lily Evans x GN! Reader

Warnings: Peter is there but y'all are just friends, Mostly Sirius x reader and Remus x reader, Sirius' hair gets slandered, Snape slander (not from the reader), Lily is a queen - but she's not in this much

Word count: 1,635

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Sirius and James arguing again, while you, Remus, and Peter watch on in the Gryffindor common room. The pair went on insulting each other about whatever came to their minds until James said something about Sirius' hair. This roused an outraged gasp from Sirius who looked distraught.

"You take that back! That was too far! Right, love? Tell him to take it back."

Sirius huffs, looking to you for guidance, but you don't acknowledge him, continuing to read your book instead. James grins at this, crossing his arms proudly to make a snide remark. But, you beat him to it.

"You guys are both idiots."

Now they're both looking at you with a shocked expression. James rolls his eyes, complaining how that was 'not very nice', despite the fact he was just making jabs at every insecurity your boyfriend had two seconds ago. Meanwhile, Sirius is already sidling up to you, trying to read what you're reading.

"Whatcha reading, love?"

He inquires with a crooked smile, placing an arm over the back of the couch behind you. Your initial response was to sigh and ignore him, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire. But it was hard with Sirius breathing over your shoulder. So instead you answer him.

"A book on herbs and medicines."

"Booooooriiiiing."

Sirius groans, throwing his head back. Peter laughs a bit at the display, perched on the armchair beside the couch.

"Why can't you read something fun for a change? Like... a comic strip!"

He suggests, earning him a punch to the shoulder from Remus, who's settled on the arm of the couch beside him.

"Not everyone is as dumb as you, Pads."

Remus teases, making Peter laugh again, though he quickly stifles it with a cough. You chuckle, pressing your book up to your face.

"Good one, Moony."

Sirius gives you a mock-wounded look, then snatches the book right out of your hands to make a show of reading it.

"Hmm, oh wow. 'Common plants... and their medicinal uses.' Riveting material, love."

He scoffs, holding the book up to his face and turning it upside down. You huff, puffing your cheeks a little, then very politely ask him to give it back.

"Why don't you come take it instead, hm?"

He challenges with a raised eyebrow and that trademark smirk, leaning back leisurely and holding the book a little higher as you make a move for it. You try to grab it, but fail. You clench your fists and jump at Sirius to grab it. Surprised but amused, Sirius laughs as you clamber up onto his lap, still smirking as you grapple at the book. Remus and Peter watch on, clearly trying to hold their laughter in. You make a valiant effort, but just can't seem to get the book back, as Sirius uses a hand to help keep you from snatching it.

"Is our little partner trying to beat the mighty Sirius Black? How adorable."

Your eyebrows press together in frustration, and without thinking about it, you bite Sirius' neck. Caught in unawares, Sirius lets out a sharp hiss at the playful nip.

"Hey, hey, hey! Playing dirty now, are we?"

He chuckles, rubbing his tender neck.

"Two can play at that game, love."

He whispers, turning the book over in his hands as he sets it aside, before swiftly grabbing you and pinning you down on the couch. You yelp in surprise as you land on the couch. How embarrassing it must be to get pinned down in the common room while your other two boyfriends and one of your best friends watch. Sirius, paying no mind to your embarrassment, straddles you, his hands pinning your wrists on either side of your head.

"That's what you get for biting me, love."

He whispers, before leaning down and kissing you deeply, not allowing you to say a word before his lips claim yours. You desperately kick your feet, silently begging the other three to do something about Sirius. But.. James, Remus, and Peter watch on as Sirius continues to kiss you passionately, making no move to help. Remus lets out an amused huff, shaking his head, while James lets out a low whistle. It's clear they're not going to interfere as they get quite the entertaining show. So, you continue to kick and squirm against Sirius, worried that anyone could just walk into the common room and see you like this.

The kissing only gets more intense. Sirius is practically devouring you, and shows no signs of stopping, despite your squirming. Until finally, an authoritative voice cuts through the tension.

"Black, don't you think you should let them breathe?"

The voice barks, and Sirius pauses, hesitantly pulling away with a smirk. He looks up at the newcomer - Lily.

"Lily! Save me!"

You immediately yell when you see her come into view. Sirius chuckles at your cries for help, before finally letting go of your wrists and sitting back on his haunches, looking over at Lily with a taunting grin.

"What are you going to - "

Before he could finish his line, Lily had already taken out her wand and pointed it at him.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

She cried, and in a flash of light, Sirius was frozen in place.

"Thank you Lils." 

You stand up from the couch and grab your book. 

"No thanks to you lot." 

You glare at the other three boys. James shrugged nonchalantly. He responded with a crooked smile on his face.

"We were having too much fun watching, can't blame us."

"You have the weirdest idea of fun, Prongs."

Remus roll his eyes at James' comment. Peter piping up with a snicker. You sigh, shaking your head and smoothing down your uniform.

"Watching me get snogged on the couch is not fun, James!"

James lets out a chuckle, earning a glare from Remus.

"Oh, it was fun all right. At least for me."

"You're lucky they aren't hexing you as well."

Remus points out, but James rolls his eyes. Meanwhile, Lily looks at Sirius with a satisfied smirk, still frozen in place.

"Serves you right, you arse."

You press your book to your chest in a protective manner, your bottom lip jutting out.

"Lily, they're being so mean to me!"

Lily shakes her head at the antics of her partners.

"Don't worry, darling. I've had to deal with these idiots for years."

She then takes pity on Sirius' frozen state and lifts her wand. 'Finite.' Immediately, Sirius is unfrozen, though he remains on the couch. Lily smirks at his shocked expression.

"Next time, think twice before getting a little frisky in the common room, hm, Pads?"

You pinch your brow when Sirius gives you a suggestive look.

"Moony is the only one with any decency out of you lot."

"Hey!" James protests. "I have plenty of decency!"

Remus shakes his head in response.

"Please. Who was it that suggested pranking Snape with the Giant-Hogweed potion last week again?"

He asks mockingly, and James lets out a sigh.

"It was just a harmless prank..."

James grumbles, but Remus isn't buying it.

"Harmless? He spent a day spitting up petals and coughing."

Your eyes widen slightly hearing them talk. You shake your head with sympathy as you sit down beside Remus.

"Oh no! Poor Severus..."

The other boys chuckle, amused that you actually seem concerned.

"Did Sirius' excessive kissing take away your brain, love? Why in the world are you defending that slimy git?"

James teases with a chuckle, taking the seat on your other side, pushing Sirius out of the way.

"Are you just jealous because he fancys Lily?"

"Jealous? Of Snivellus? Ha! Never!" James protests, trying to defend his wounded pride, before sighing.

"He's good potions, I'll give him that. But he's far from the only one in this school crushing on Lily. Even Moony has a small little spot for her, yeah?"

James says with a smirk, glancing at Remus. Remus, in return, shakes his head.

"Oh no, don't bring me into this now."

"Yeah, Potter, leave him out of it."

You kiss Remus' cheek sweetly. James gives a dramatic sigh, watching the kiss.

"I'm third-wheeling, and I don't like it."

He says, though he's clearly teasing. Remus, meanwhile, is turning slightly pink in the cheeks.

"Dove..."

He mumbles awkwardly, but Sirius lets out a scoff. He chimes in with a mischievous smirk.

"Now wait just a minute! You're allowed to be kissed, and I'm not? That's not very fair, is it, love?"

You glare at Sirius, pressing your book further into your chest and letting out a scoff back to him.

"Moony didn't steal my book from me, Siri."

Sirius rolls his eyes.

"That's beside the point."

He retorts, leaning across the couch to take your hand.

"I deserve a little love too, you know."

He whines, giving her a pathetic puppy-dog look. Remus pipes up immediately.

"Oh, don't be so dramatic. You're like a needy puppy, Sirius. Honestly."

He says and James shakes his head, letting out a chuckle. You cuddle into Remus' side, full heartedly agreeing with him.

"Traitor."

Sirius mutters, glaring slightly at Remus and his lucky position, before leaning back with a nonchalant expression. As if reading Sirius' thoughts, James laughs.

"Looks like Rem is the winner tonight, Pads."

He points out, and Sirius lets out a huff. Remus, meanwhile, can't help feeling a little bit smug at having won your favor for the time being. You open your book again, an idea popping in your head.

"James was right by the way. Pads does have terrible hair."

James bursts out laughing, while Peter sniggers. Sirius' eyes widened with offense.

"Excuse me?!"

He protests, straightening up to run a hand through his hair.

"What's wrong with my hair?!"

"Everything." The four of you all say in unison.

Star's notes -> Wow, that's a lot of dialogue :0

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Who We Are: A Sirius Black Imagine (part 1)

Plot: The Reader first notices Sirius at a dinner with a lot of other pureblood families. They later get to know each other at school and the reader developes feelings but she´s unsure if Sirius feels the same.      

Warnings: my english maybe, it´s not my first language so don´t be too suprised at mistakes.                                                          

  You never wanted to go to events like this. You hated the people and just the whole idea in general but your parents forced you to go every year. Not that you could tell your parents you didn´t want to, whenever they talked about muggleborns you stayed quiet or slighty showed that you didn´t really agree but you just weren´t confident or strong enough to talk back at them. It was awful but you still needed a place to stay and you didn´t want to become the black sheep in the family. You knew what happens to kids in families like yours who mouth off so you decided  to accept the fact that you´ll have to live with it until you were able to move out. That brought you where you were now, standing in front of a door that belonged to a huge mansion wearing a simple black silk dress and waiting with your parents for someone to open the door, allowing you to go inside where an annual dinner party for quite a few pureblood families took place. Finally somebody that seemed to be a butler opened the door for you and you entered the hall where most guest already seemed to have arrived. You looked across the room and saw many familiar faces: the Carrows, the  Notts and the Selwyns were there as usual, along with many others. Soon, Abraxas Malfoy greeted you and thanked you for coming, or your parents rather, and started talking about how honoured he was to host this years´ dinner. Your eyes proceeded to scan the room and you soon saw the Blacks, too. They were a very powerful family and your parents have had contact with them before so you knew of them. It was a tradition almost to also bring the younger members of the families in order for them to meet each other, after all you all had to marry somebody whose family was like your´s someday and all the parents made sure of it. You also had to be present to hear anti-muggleborn speeches and even though these brainwashing methods didn´t work on you, they did on all the other people your age and nobody could know that you thought in a different way. You saw Bellatrix and Narcissa Black talking to their cousin Regulus. They seemed to really enjoy this evening so far, especially Bellatrix. She would even go as far as interupting adult´s conversations because she just had to share her thoughts about „the abomination to wizardkind that are mudbloods“. You just hated that girl. Next to Regulus you saw another boy standing but you couldn´t see much of him sice he was facing the opposite side of you and thus, also not participating in the Black cousins´conversation. You heard that the Regulus had an older brother who often had trouble with his family but you never met him, considering that you were just starting your sixth year at Hogwarts and had been homeschooled before. You suspected that his parents had also forced him to attend the dinner to bring him „on the right path“. Suddenly the mysterious boy turned around to grab a glass of whine and you could immediately feel your heart stop. He was the most beautiful human you had ever seen, not just sexy or handsome or pretty but breathtakingly beautiful. He had some sort of mysterious elegance to him but he also seemed a bit rebellious. His hair was black and stopped somewhere between his chin and his shoulders and was styled very tasteful and sophisticated dispite it´s unusual length. His eyes were a shade of grey that almost looked silver and they stood out the most in his astonishing face. There were no words to accurately describe his face though, but it looked as i fit had been carved in marvel by Michelangelo himself. He was wearing a classy black suit that suited him unbelievably well and showed chiseled figure. Just as you noticed that you were staring at him for a few seconds too long you turned around and nodody hopefully saw you. But when you turned back again your gaze fell on him again and you realised that he was, too, looking at you and right when you almost stopped breathing again, he smiled at you.

[cherriesradio]

OKAY GOING EVEN FARTHER WITH THIS FANFIC NOSTALGIA BULLSHIT

When I like 9 I really liked Harry Potter, I read all the books and saw all the movies, and I was subscribed to like fifty different Harry Potter YouTube channels, and as @/missmorois knows I had Harry Potter bed sheets, and was like “hey I wonder if anyone has made more content on this” so one day in the App Store I search smthin like “Harry pottter fanfics”. And when I tell you this was a huge mistake I mean it. I downloaded it, and it was ALL, ALL OF IT, was Harry x Draco fanfics. And I was fine with this, this was my first experience with fan fiction, so I was like “cool, I have more content of this thing I love.” BUT THE STORIES WERE SO WEIRD??????? LIKE, THERE WERE CHILDREN THEY HAD, THE SMA EONES IN EVERY FIC FOR SOME REASON, AND THEY HAD A THING WHERE DRACO WOULD TELL HARRY THAT HES GONNA HAVE TO CARRY THE NEXT BABY, AND IT WAS LIKE REALLY DOMESTIC LIFE KINDA THING BUT STILL????? AND THE WORST PART, THE WORST PART, WAS THAT THE MAIN TIME I WOULD READ THIS, ON MY IPAD AS A 9 YEAR OLD, WAS IN MY BABYSITTERS CAR IN THE PICKUP LINE TO GET MORE BROTHER FROM HIGHSCOOL, AND THE LINE ALWAYS TOOK LIKE UP TO AND HOUR ON REALLY BAD DAYS, SO I COULD READ LIKE FIVE ONE SHOTS, AND WHENEVER MY BABYSITTER ASKED WHAT I WAS READING ID SAY SMTHIN LIKE “just some Harry Potter stuff” AND SHE WAS IN HER LIKE TWENTIES AND WAS BUSY WITH COLLEGE AND BABYSITTING AND HER OWN BROTHERS SO SHE HAD NO IDEA THAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT FANAFICS AND I THIBK SHE THOUGHT I WAS ON POTTERMORE OR SMTHIN AIBWJEIEHWKSHSNSOSHSKSHDNDJD

[strawb3rrystar]

Full moon with a hit of stars.

Pairing: Remus Lupin x GN! Reader

Warnings: Very light angst, lots of fluff, Reader is implied to be afraid of Dementors

Word count: 1,652

✰Masterlist

Remus hated lying to you, but he feared the thought of you leaving him if you found out what he truly was. The fleeting glances, the chaste kisses, the secret meetings, he didn't want to lose any of that. His throat felt tight as he slowly climbed up the stairs to the astronomy tower. The guilt of his lies always eats at him until he sees your face, then he remembers why he's lying in the first place. Tonight's no different.

Reaching the top, he sees your face illuminated by the stars and the pale light of the moon. It was a crescent moon, that means he won't have to worry about lying for at least two weeks. Which is good, because he was running out of excuses for his monthly disappearances.

"Hi, dove."

He says with that smile reserved just for you. Still debating whether tonight is the night to tell you the truth. You look over to him when you hear his voice, smiling back as always.

"It's a nice night, isn't it? Clear skies... have you spotted any constellations?"

"No, but the moon looks lovely tonight, huh?"

Remus felt his heart beat faster at your smile. He loved it when you smiled. He was never the one to tell jokes, that was mostly Sirius. But he liked to believe he could make you laugh with just a glance.

"Yeah, it does."

He replied while looking at your lips. He loved everything about your lips. The way they look, how they felt, the way they tasted. He shook his head to get rid of those thoughts and looked up at the night sky.

"Do you know anything about the moon, Rem?"

You question, in a kindhearted manner. Though it threw him a little off guard and made him nervous, but his heart leapt when you used the nickname you created for him. He loved it when you used it so casually, as if he deserved to have a nickname like his friends. He would go and do whatever you asked. He points up at the sky, prepared to answer all of your questions.

"Yes, actually. That one there is a waxing crescent moon. We don't have to worry about the full moon for at least a few weeks."

He said gently while wrapping his arm around your waist. His last sentence made you a little perplexed, so you decided to ask him about it.

"Hm? Why would we need to worry about a full moon?"

Remus flinched slightly. He knew he'd have to tell you sooner or later, and now he didn't have any excuses. He didn't want to lie anymore. He hesitated for a few moments, then looked at you with a gentle smile. Taking a deep breath, he spoke softly.

"Well... Would you still love me if I was...unconventional?"

One of your eyebrows slightly raise as you reach over to touch his cheek.

"Unconventional..? Remus, what do you mean?"

Remus smiled at your touch, his heart thudding faster with every second. Even the gentle brush of your finger on his cheek sent his heart into a frenzy. His breath hitched and he leaned into your hand, savoring it.

"I-I... I'm a lycanthrope."

The silence was unbearable as he waited for your reply, his heart beat faster and faster. He had been prepared for you to hate him, to be utterly disgusted with him. You tilt your head slightly, forming a response in your head.

"Like.. a werewolf?"

Remus' breath stilled for a few moments. He had been prepared for you to yell, to scream, to push him away. But not this. Not the soft words and gentle touch. He slowly nodded, ashamed to be admitting it.

"I... I can understand if you-" 

He stopped, looking into your beautiful eyes, looking at the stars reflected in them. He hesitated for a few moments. His voice turned soft and pained.

"If you don't want to see me anymore."

"Huh? Why would I do that?"

Your eyebrows knit together before a smile fills your face. Remus was flabbergasted. In all the time he'd spent imagining this, he'd never imagined you would be so accepting and willing to love him still. He hesitated, looking at you with confusion in his eyes.

"Well... Aren't you disgusted by me? Aren't you angry?"

 He questioned, gently taking a strand of your hair between his fingers and twirling it.

"There are far worse beasts out there, Rem."

Remus smiled in response, taking both of your hands into his and intertwining his fingers with yours. He lifted his other hand to gently cup your cheek. He loved how your skin felt under his fingertips. He rubbed circles softly on your cheek with his thumb.

"Oh, yeah? Like what?"

You think for a long second, leaning into his touch.

"Hm... Like a Dementor."

Remus laughed, his breath catching for a moment as his heart fluttered.

"A dementor? You know, now that you mention it, I've heard something about there being some near the Shrieking Shack... What do you say? I've got my wand, you want to go and explore the Shrieking Shack at night, hm?"

He teased, the look on his face turning flirty. You jump a little, burying your face in his neck. Of course, there were no Dementors actually in the Shrieking Shack, that was just a little ghost story made up to scare people.

"No way!"

Remus grinned, lifting your chin to pepper kisses across your face and neck.

"You know you look adorable when you hide from monsters in my neck, right?"

He teased while gently nibbling your shoulder. You respond by giving him a questioning look.

"Can't we just say here, Rem? Look at the stars?"

His smirk grew into a genuine smile at your request. He felt his heart swell with adoration, his gaze turning adoring.

"Of course, dove."

He whispered, pulling you closer to him. He wrapped his arms around your frame, gently burying his face in your hair. He could hardly believe he had gotten this lucky.

"You know, I don't think I could ever be scared of you."

Remus was silent for a few moments in surprise, his heart swelling with adoration. He felt your heartbeat under his palm, his thumb tracing over your pulse and gently caressing your neck.

"Well, that's a relief."

He mumbled while kissing behind your ear. His breath was warm as he whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"Although... You know I'm a really bad one, right?"

He teased, nipping your earlobe to prove a point. You grin slightly, deciding to tease him back.

"Really? You don't seem bad to me."

Remus froze for a few moments, he'd half-expected you to giggle at his comment. He was surprised you weren't repulsed by him. He hesitated, his fingers tracing down your arm. He knew he had to tell you the truth, that you at least deserved to know the truth.

"You have no idea how bad wolves are, love."

He said softly. Love. The word he thought he didn't deserve.

"We're dangerous, vicious, brutal creatures."

Remus sighed, his heart aching as he looked at your beautiful, kind face. He gently touched your cheek, holding your face in his palms. He looks into your eyes, his fingers tracing down your neck.

"In all honesty, I hate my monthly transformation... It hurts, it's painful. The animal instincts take over completely and I...I'm just not myself. It's vicious, uncontrollable, and dangerous. And I... I don't want to risk hurting you, dove."

You slowly nod, processing the information he told you. But, you still had a lot of questions.

"Oh.. I see. Do you usually stay away from everyone when you transform?"

Remus sighed and nodded, his thumb gently tracing soft circles on your arm. His voice felt thick, his heart hurting as memories of the pain washed over him.

"Yeah, I do... There's a house in Hogsmeade, it's where I go to transform every month. It's not safe for me to be around others when I transform."

He said, his fingers clenching around the edge of your shirt. Your eyebrows press to together with determination to prove him wrong.

"You won't hurt me." 

Remus' breath stilled for a moment, his eyes widening a bit before they turned gentle. His thumb gently traced circles under your collar bone, his fingers gently clenching in the soft material of your clothes. He was astonished you had no fear at all.

"How can you be so sure? I could kill you without meaning to!"

You cup his cheeks, bringing his face closer to you.

"Your wolf version isn't you, Remus. That's not who I fell in love with. It doesn't reflect who you are. Do you not have faith that I can protect myself."

Remus' heart was racing, his breath hitching when you cupped his cheeks. Your words made warmth spread in his body, your touch feeling like the warmest fire. He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes for a moment. He never thought he'd feel something like this. He smiled softly, his hands moving gently up your arms. His eyes traced your face, as if he was trying to memorize every detail of you while he still could.

"Love, of course I have faith you. More faith than I thought I had, to be honest with you."

He said with the warmest look in his eyes. He gently caressed your neck again, realizing that your unwavering determination was why he fell in love with you. He worried himself sick thinking about how you would see him. When he should have known you'd love him unconditionally.

"Well, that's probably the hottest thing I've ever heard."

Remus grinned, moving away from your neck to look into your eyes. Then, your lips were pressed against his in a chaste kiss. The kind that he always loved to get from you.

Star's notes -> Remus is too fucking hot, I love him sm

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[strawb3rrystar]

Executrix.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x GN! Reader

Warnings: Dry humping, They both cum in their uniforms, Switch! Draco & Reader Maybe some wrong information about Death Eaters? Idk I tried

Word count: 1,430

✰Masterlist

You knew today would be a good day when your boyfriend invited you to his dorm after classes. Though everyone seemed to hate Draco, he was never as much of an asshole to you as everyone else. In your head he was the perfect partner. Defending you if someone dare talk shit about you, helping you in potions, studying together.

Well, you thought he was perfect. But then you walked into his dorm, and saw him with his sleeves rolled up. Which would be hot, if you hadn't seen that on his arm. Something that people only talk about, but never see in their entire lives.

Once he notices you standing there, he then realizes what you saw. His Death Eater mark. He also noticed the way you backed ever so slightly away from him. A look of panic crosses his face.

"Do not tell anyone. You got that..?"

You nod your head in response. Draco takes in a breath, sitting down at his desk. After rolling down his sleeve he gestures you over and you comply.

"You know, I don’t understand how people could not like you. From what I have seen you are very clever. I have seen you do so many spells the first time you did them. It’s impressive. You have never failed a class, you aren’t a bully, not mean…"

Draco has a look of pain on his face. Why the hell is he telling you this? He can’t help himself, that's why, he loves you too much. He can't lose you.

"Okay.. is that all supposed to add up to something?"

He groans in annoyance. Draco looks at you, his eyes full of pain, shame and..fear?

"I’m trying to be nice! You should appreciate these compliments. But, you're right….I just..need you to do me a favor. Don’t say anything about my…my.."

Draco’s breath hitches. He looks at you with sad, but pleading eyes. You tilt your head slightly, raising your eyebrow a little.

"Death Eater mark?"

“Yes. That. Just pretend you never saw it, okay?”

Draco’s voice is almost a whisper at this point, he quickly looks to the side, avoiding eye contact completely.

"You have my word. But, can you tell me about it? I've never seen one before."

Draco looks into your eyes for a long while. You’ve never seen him this vulnerable before. He takes a deep breath and rolls his sleeve up, showing the death eater mark once again.

"It’s a symbol for the Dark Lord and it marks everyone who is apart of the Death Eaters. The mark links us all together."

You look on, fascinated by the concept.

"You're all linked together? Wow."

Draco rolls his sleeve back down, hiding the mark once again.

"Unfortunately yes. It makes it easy to call on any Death Eater at a moments notice. The mark is also a symbol of his ownership of us all.."

You look at him with sympathy following his response. Draco’s eyes widened in disbelief. Why did he feel better that you were showing him sympathy? His face held a level of pain, fear and…trust?

"That's terrible. No one should have to go through that."

At hearing that Draco’s eye’s flicker with shock and..hope. His face is now one of complete vulnerabilities. You’ve never seen it before, but it looks like he is about to cry. You immediately wrap your arms around him, squeezing him tight. And Draco’s eyes widened as you wrap your arms around him. No one had comforted him, ever. He slowly wrapped his arms back around you, pulling you closer to him.

"I…I don’t know what to say…."

"You don't have to say anything."

Draco lays his chin on your shoulder. He felt himself relaxing as you held each other. It felt…so right. He then lifts his chin up and moves his head so his lips are next to your ear.

"Please, never tell anyone what you saw…or what we talked about."

"I won't, I promise."

That was all Draco needed to hear. He cupped your cheek in his hand and began to lean in and then, without thinking, pressed his lips onto yours. He pulled you closer, his hand on the back of your neck. The kiss was so heated and hungry. You kissed back, your hands finding his shoulders.

Draco deepened the kiss, he grabbed your hip and picked you up, placing you on his lap without stopping the kiss. He then grabbed the back of your head and began to nibble at your bottom lip. You part your lips in response, a soft moan leaving them.

He let out a small groan and slipped his tongue in your mouth, beginning to explore all around your mouth while grabbing your thigh. He could feel himself giving in to whatever was happening between the both of you. A whimper escapes your lips as you run your fingers through his hair. Draco groaned as you raked your fingers through his hair. He pulled you closer to him, grabbing your hip so you were pushed up right against him, slowly rocking his hips up into you.

"Fuck, you’re driving me crazy…"

Draco could feel himself shudder after he said that. He gripped your hips and pushed them down again, rolling his own up into you. Some more moans escape your lips as you paw at his shirt. You slowly try to move your hips as well, wanting more friction.

"This needs to be off."

Draco moves one of his hands from your waist and starts to unbutton your shirt. You comply and take off your shirt, tossing it to the ground. He moves his head back up as you take off your shirt and moans at the sight of you.

"You look so good…"

"Thank you."

Your eyes close for a second at the amount of pleasure you were feeling grinding into him. He moves his hands up from your hips then gently grabs your chin and turns your head to look at him.

"Keep those pretty eyes open, sweetheart."

"Sorry. It feels too good."

You reply when you open your eyes back up. Draco groans again at your words and he cups your cheek with one hand.

"Don’t apologize, just…just keep moaning for me."

You nod your head, desperately rolling your hips against him, his name leaving your lips. The rolling of your hips causes him to moan lowly against your jaw. Your moans persist as you grow closer to cumming. Draco moves his hand down from your cheek and grabs your hip as he continues to grind up against you.

"You are so perfect."

He whispers in your ear, and moans again, feeling himself getting close to the edge. Your head falls back as the intense rush of pleasure courses through your body. Draco takes this opportunity and kisses your exposed neck, savoring the moment. His chest is rising and falling, his groans are getting more frequent.

"You’re gonna make me…make me…"

Draco’s breath hitches again as he tries to form words. His hips are moving against you faster and faster.

"Yeah... Can we.. cum together..?"

You grab onto his shoulders, bouncing up and down a little. Draco moans, his body shuddering a bit at your words.

"Yes…yes we can sweetheart…yes…"

He’s almost begging at this point. His hips can’t seem to stop moving. The amount of friction between them caused their bodies to heat up, sweat painting their skin. Their bodies grind together, moans and grunts leaving mouths every few seconds as they both approach the edge. Draco pushes your hips down hard one last time as he shudders, his head falls forward onto your shoulder as he finishes. His moans and grunts are loud and hot, his breaths are quick and deep. You follow soon after your eyes rolls back as tears prick the corners of them.

Draco pants, leaning his cheek against your shoulder. You feel his chest rising and falling as he tries to steady his breathing, his breaths are hot against your ear.

"You’re…you’re amazing.."

Draco pants as he places a kiss on your shoulder. His arms have made their way around you, wrapped you up into a tight embrace, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

"So.. so are you.."

Draco turns his head and places a kiss onto your neck. He pulls away and looks up, locking eyes with you. He runs a hand over your cheek, then over your collarbone and up to your shoulder. He holds you close then captures your lips in a passion filled kiss. Knowing that you weren't leaving his dorm anytime soon.

Star's notes -> Sorry if this is terrible, I didn't really proof read it.

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Potter, Turned Rouge Part 1

Summary: For some reason you had never got on with Harry’s ideals, you’d much rather be like your house mates- Slytherins. But when the real test for you comes up, can you handle the pressure?

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Reader: Female, Slytherin, Harry’s Twin Sister

It was a travesty to say the least. Harry and Y/n Potter had finally become the age to begin their soon to be famous journey at Hogwarts. They’d walked in side by side, discreetly attempting to clasp their hands together under their black cloaks. Unfortunately, having to let go when Harry was called up to the odd looking hat, that had been yelling out names.

Your smile couldn’t help but spread as Harry had been placed in Gryffindor, the house he had wished for so much on the train to Hogwarts. After his new friend Ron, had told him how it was the only good house in his opinion. He grinned back at you as he passed you, patting your shoulder as he often did as the slightly older twin.

Moments later, your name had been called out by the lady with the hat, walking hesitantly up to the hat. It had sat on your head for not as long as the others, possibly 10 seconds at most. It’s decision was prompt, and also shocking- Slytherin. You had taken your seat as fast as you could, settling next to a somewhat familiar blonde boy. But your eyes where focused on your brother, sitting with Ron and Hermoine. And suddenly you knew it was the end of you both as you knew it.

-

It’d been 5 years now and things have changed much more than you had thought Hogwarts ever would go. You had early on took the liberty of not hanging out with the gryffindors to often, due to the threat of your housemates and your general safety. However that decision quickly led you to becoming an outcast throughout the school in your first and second year, except from a few people running after your name and fame.

Somehow, merlin gave you a second chance in your third year a sudden friendship blooming between you and Draco Malfoy. He wasn’t the first choice of friendship for you, and you weren’t his either but you made it work. It was quite a shock for the castle when they found out, the pair was everything but normal. A Malfoy and a Potter never really was expected especially when Harrry hated Draco, at him too.

“I think we really thrive of the unexpected, Draco. Wouldn’t you agree?” You teased softly, walking with him towards your potions class. You guys often found yourselves walking to classes and etc. together, even if he was on the other side of the castle. “I think we thrive of the fact your brother and his mudblood friends hate me, but love you. Forbidden fruit?” Draco provoked with a fond look towards you.

As soon as he said the words he knew you would be furious at one word in particular, mudblood. You despised the word- which was funny as a Slytherin- and you often went out of your way to correct Draco on his foul words. “Stop it Draco. I understand how you feel about them but don’t say it. I mean it.” You reprimanded him for what felt like the millionth time in the recent weeks since the return to Hogwarts. The once somewhat sweet boy you had known had seemed to disappear even more than you had known.

He didn’t even respond, far too entranced by your face. Draco often spent time obsessed by your beauty, physically and emotionally, being the most heavenly person to grace him. By the time he had stopped letting you consume his mind, you had reached potions. And you had pulled him by the hand behind you, luckily you couldn’t see the pink tint that had spread over his face.

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“Line up.” Snape ordered, immediately causing a line of students to form in front of you and Draco, then before you knew it you were at the back of the line. “What are we lining up for Draco?” You inquired casually, turning your body around to now face him. Though he shrugged as an answer, before pointing with his chin towards the front of the queue. “I think it’s for Amortentia.” He guessed, shrugging his shoulders once more.

Though before you had knew it you were at the front of the queue, everyone else now at their desks, apart from Draco and you. You were rather anxious to smell your amortentia since Draco had told you. But nether the less, you moved your nose over the potion sniffing at it. The smell was familiar as you could gather, as you knew. A mix of a dark aftershave; vanilla and almond and most predominantly apple. You glanced around at the rest of the class who waited impatiently for your answer, and you reported exactly what you had smelt.

When you had reached back to your seat, a desk you shared at the back of the class with Draco Malfoy. He had began to announce his smell to the class, “Lake water, Coconut and um- home” You flinched at the words, you were almost certain that your perfume was Coconut and Lake Water. But surely, there wasn’t that many perfumes to choose from so it could be anybody’s in reality. He turned himself back to his seat, your knees touching ever so slightly.

“We have to find out who they are. Cant have my best friend being a loner.” You joked, trying to push down the feeling of hurt and embarrassment taht was fizziling in you. The look of hurt flashed across his face unbeknownst to you, he covered it up with a minimal fake smile. “Same goes for you Potter.”