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thestarsarebrightertonight · 3 days

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Lucky Girl Syndrome!! / theodore nott x fem reader

playlist : lucky girl syndrome - illit

summary : y/n has always been just a lucky person , in her acedemics , looks , friends , family and even in her general day to day. however she wasnt so fortunate when it came to her love life...but maybe it wasnt luck chasing love away , but instead someone close to her?

y/n , slytherin reader , fluff , swearing , arguing , jealous theo, anrgy theo and reader

a/n - as an extremely unlucky person- this fic gave me inner peace LMAOO

thats that me espresso! (another theo fic)

you walked happily though the halls , narrowly missing a prank set up by the weasley twins as their failed trick of a water bucket soaked them and left you completely dry. how lucky!

"i swear there is something wrong with that girl like she has some kind of force feild!" george sighed in frustration , their 3rd prank of the week failing to actually get you.

"God has favourites georgie, he has favourites ," fred patted georges back as they both sulked away to dry their now drenched clothes.

of course you were olbivous to the whole thing! your stroll down the hallway continued , the sun hitting your face in just the right way as you reached the great hall , practically skipping to the slytherin table.

"hi guys!" you exclaimed excited as you sat down at just the right time to ignore the apple that had just come flying at your head.

hearing the apple crash to the ground you turned again , confused seeing the apple roll around on the ground.

"shit , sorry y/n i was aiming for harry but he dodged!" ron shouted apologetically across the room.

"dont worry r-" you started until you were interuppted by your best friend theo besides you, who held a cold glare at ron.

"do that again and it wont be an apple flying at your head weasley!" theodore shouted at him as ron awkwardly looked away.

"dont theo , it was an accident," you said putting a hand on his arm as he immediatly softened.

"youre too kind y/n you shouldve been in hufflepuff," pansy said with a sigh.

"green suits me more," you smiled at pansy as she giggled ,"besides i can be quite mean when i want to be."

"youre not wrong about that , you nearly broke my ribs with that bludger in quidditch!" draco complained , still not letting go of a quidditch incident from 2nd year.

"draco i really wish you would get over that , it was my first match i was nervous and thought you were on the other team," you sighed starting to eat your food.

draco grumbled in response until the whole table turned around to look at something behind you, in confusion you turned too and saw a ravenclaw boy in your year.

"hi y/n i was just wondering if maybe you would-" the boy , named david, started to speak until catching his eye on something besides you. waiting for him to carry on he instead shuddered with fear and backed away instantly , practically running back to the ravenclaw table.

"david!" you tried to call after him , but instead he walked faster , sitting himself down and avoiding eye contact at all costs.

"the fuck? what...what did i do?" you asked your friends frantically , knowing that he intended to ask you out before he suddenly stopped.

"you didnt do anything sweet y/n ," matheo started before shifting his eyes to theodore next to you, "maybe a greater force got in the way?"

confused by his choice of words you looked back at david , a look he didnt return. in frustration you held your head in your hands and groaned , "im so unlucky!"

"i wouldnt say that," blaise scoffed as the whole friendgroup nodded , knowing luck was not your lack.

"no i mean unlucky in love! david was clearly going to ask me out but just like the gryffindor from last week he couldnt even finish his scentence and ran!" you sighed , venting your anger to your friends.

"yeah well you can do much better," theodore remarked in a cold tone , his eyes still peircing where a shaking david sat. as you watched theodore stare and david cower , everything seemed to click into place.

"theodore!" you snapped at him , making him finally turn and look at you , "yknow sometimes i think that you drive them away!"

"you think!" lorenzo scoffed as pansy smacked him on the arm , quickly shutting him up.

"i havent done anything, its not my fault he ran off , what could i have done?!" theodore argued back as the rest of your friend group watched him in disbelief , knowing he drove david , the guy from gryffindor and every guy ever, away.

you scoffed ,"oh really so you didnt death stare him? he clearly looked at you before running!"

"wow i didnt know you would get so touchy about david the ravenclaw!" he said in a mocking tone as you both seethed with anger.

"read the room theodore for fucks sake! maybe i do want to go on a date , maybe i wouldve said yes! i didnt notice at first , how every guy just bolted as soon as he looked at some mysterious thing next to me , now i realise it was you probably doing a cut throat gesture!" , you ranted at theodore as draco tried to hold in his laugh.

"maybe he had an epiphany about you or something!" theodore tried to argue back , all of you knowing he couldnt really deny anything you said , it was all true.

"what- you think its me driving them away? stay out of my love life theo its none of your fucking business!" you harshly shouted your final remark before getting up from the table and stomping out of the great hall.

"there goes that mean streak i was just talking about," draco mutters , shaking his head and continuing to eat his food.

the table sat in silence for a few second before mattheo spoke up again, "you kinda deserved that."

"fuck off!" theodore snapped as he jumped up and strode after you , and out the great hall.

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walking into your dormroom you threw your robe off of you and loosened your tie , trying to lose some of the heat from your argument.

pacing the room your thoughts were interrupted as the door burst open , theodore walking in and standing in front of you , keeping a fair distance as you stared back at him.

"what do you want now theo!! do you want to control my friendships? maybe throw a glare and a threat at enzo and draco and maybe they'll stop talking to me aswell!" you shouted at him loudly now, as venom dripped from your words.

he stepped towards you quickly , as you tried to back away- he grabbed the sides of your face delicatly.

"i want you," he said , his voice just above a whisper as your heart burst into flames , the heat dispersing itself across your cheeks.

"d-.. theo dont say thing you dont- that you know you dont mean," you said avoiding his gaze , shaking your head as your voice had dropped to an insecure mumble.

"y/n i have only ever wanted you , i glare and i threaten and i hate the boys that ask you out because i want you. i need you." he said softly , pulling your face closer to his , forcing you to hold eye contact.

"theo i-" you started as he cut you off quickly.

"please if youre going to reject me just know....know that ill tell david to ask you out , ill never do anything to intercept love for you again. i promise , just please... let me down easy.." he spoke quietly , insecurity and sadness seeping though his words.

this time it was you that softly garbbed his face and lifted his eyes to meet yours , "theo...maybe i didnt realise it until now but...i have always liked you."

his sadness faded as he looked at you with shock , his silence allowing you to continue in a lighthearted way, "maybe ive glared at a few girls too , unknowingly of course!"

you both laughed at this as he looked at you like you painted the stars into the pitch black sky , "im sorry for pushing those guys away...well not really but more like im sorry that you got sad about it"

you laughed again before allowing yourself to get lost in his eyes , the green like that of a four leaf clover- rare yet so beautiful , "maybe im not so unlucky in love afterall , it was right there in front of me the whole time."

he smiled at you with adoration before pulling you into a sweet , loving kiss. fortune was on your side today , as it brought you your luckiest pull yet , theodore nott.

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claypgeons · 2 days

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cat dad?

pairing: theodore nott x fem!hufflepuff!reader

warnings: fluff, cat shifter!reader, happy ending! reader gets high for a moment. tutor!theodore, super rushed ending.

summary: theodore nott adopts a stray hogwarts cat, unaware its actually the sweet hufflepuff he’s developed a small crush on. [2.8k]

notes: reblogs comments and likes are always greatly appreciated <33 pls pls pls send in requests… i’m desperate for something to write

Theodore Nott was at a crossroads. Tonight, his fellow Slytherins were throwing a huge party in honor of the quidditch team making it to the Hogwarts final. Tonight was also the night he was supposed to meet his new tutee.

So, he could either go to this huge party or spend his night tutoring some idiot who can't get their grade up on their own. Obviously, he wanted to pick the party.

The problem was, McGonagall had personally set up this tutoring session, so he couldn't just blow it off, that would make him seem unreliable. And unlike people assume, Theodore cares about his grades, a lot. And with caring about your grades, came building good relationships with your teachers, Theo would brag that he has built a steady relationship with every single one of his.

So, that only left him with one option. Miss the party and stay up all night tutoring.

“Is he still sulking about not going to the party?” he heard the bored voice of Pansy ring through his ear. Instantly he snapped his head to the side, where Pansy was sending him a judgemental look, which he instantly returned.

“Leave him alone.” Draco laughed, he felt for his friend. Theo’s grades were important to him, and although Draco did not understand it, he respected it. He had seen his friend go through the inner turmoil, trying to decide what to do. It was honestly very sad to look at.

“Who are you tutoring anyways?” Blaise chimed in, swallowing the last piece of food he had in his mouth, Theodore tried to recall the name McGonagall had given him, and it took him a second before it came to mind. “Y/N.”

It was like a light switch had flipped in Pansy’s mind. She turned to him wide-eyed, “Like Y/N, Y/N?”

“I don’t know what that means,” Theo answered blankly. He didn’t know this ‘Y/N’ How was he supposed to assume they were the one Pansy was referring to?

Pansy rolled her eyes, standing up and muttering a small ‘idiot’ before walking away. Theo watched her walk towards the Hufflepuff table before he turned to Draco, “Where is she going?”

Shrugging Draco muttered, “How am I supposed to know?”

All three boys who were currently occupying a side of the Slytherin table, watched curiously as Pansy sat down next to a girl with her head down. They saw as Pansy patted the girl on the shoulder, getting her attention.

You rubbed your eyes, trying to get adjusted to the bright white light, muttering a small ‘gosh’ you turned your head to where you felt the disturbing taps come from. It took you a moment, but after your eyes had focused, you broke out into a big smile, “Pansy!” you greeted happily.

The girl sat at your side, and smiled, “Hey, Y/N.” Pansy and you had been acquaintances since your third year. You two had been partnered for a small group project and had bonded quite well.

“Are you starting a new tutor tonight?” Pansy had gotten quite to the point. You nodded, ever since your second year, you had, had more than twelve tutors, you were now in your sixth year. You had great trouble learning; so you and McGonagall had set up a system where you were getting new tutors every couple of months. To simulate brain activity and whatnot.

“Is it him?” Pansy turned to the Slytherin table and pointed to someone. You turned slowly, making direct eye contact with a pale-faced dark-haired boy. You stared at him with wide-set eyes, trying to recall how McGonagall had described him. Not realizing that your stare was incredibly off-putting.

Theodore stared back with blank eyes, slowly looking side to side, only to give you a confused look when he realized you were indeed staring at him, piercing holes through his head. You continued to stare with wide eyes until it clicked. Happily, you turned back to Pansy. “I think it’s him!”

Pansy grinned, “Is it okay if he misses tutoring today? He wants to go to the party.”

‘This is great’ You thought. You had been wanting to go to the party, but you didn’t know how to excuse your way out of tutoring. You had even stayed up late trying to come up with something- hence you slept during breakfast.

“That’s perfectly fine!”

Later that night, Theodore Nott was happily watching his friends get drunk off their asses; Draco was loudly confessing his love for Pansy, while she recorded him laughing, while Blaise and Luna were shyly talking in a corner. Just as he was turning to sit on the green couch, he had caught sight of..you?

He thought for a second about how strange it was to never know a person existed, but the one time you notice them, you start to see them everywhere. And before he knew it, he was making his way over to you.

He walked just a couple of steps, and was able to hear the last couple of words in your sentence, “And I'm not saying I believe in the earth being flat you know? But she was making some great points.” you nodded to yourself, the boy next to you, who was very clearly only trying to get your number, looked at you as if you were crazy, before walking away with a defeated sigh.

You didn’t even seem to notice the boy walking away, instead, you turned to your right, muttering to yourself, “I’m hungry.” that was until you crashed into someone.

Looking up, you saw your new tutor, you greeted him with a smile, “Oh, hello!”

Theodore froze. He didn’t know why he had walked up to you. His palms felt sweaty, his heart was beating incredibly fast, and the music around him seemed to get louder and louder, what were you doing to him? He swallowed thickly, trying to force a greeting out of his mouth.

“Say, do you think the earth is flat?” you looked up at him with squinted-red eyes. “Because I don’t, but..”

You continued, but for some reason, the only thing Theodore could focus on was your red foggy eyes, with a quirk on his lips, he blurted out, “Are you high?” instantly you froze, until you burst out into incredibly fake laughter.

“What?” you ‘laughed’, Theo watched you with a tiny smile, watching you try to explain yourself, “I-“ you gasped “I would never.”

The truth was, you were high. You had been since you arrived at the party forty minutes prior. But you could admit that to your tutor. He would think you’re a drug addict. Suddenly, you got serious, staring up at him with wide eyes, “No, no. I would never.” you shook your head. “Never,” you added as a precaution.

Theodore nodded, humming slightly with his lips tightly together, and just like that you broke; “Okay maybe I am!” you leaned closer to whisper, “It’s only so I can sleep better you know?”

“Okay..” Theo laughed slightly, slowly nodding his head. Trying to keep the conversation going, he added “Are you hungry?”

Letting out a big exhale, you nodded “Oh, yes I am!” nodded, you quickly added, “I should go to the kitchens.” you stared at him with blank eyes, and he stared back, it was awkward for a good three minutes, before you shook your head, “Would you like to join me?“

“You’ve had twelve tutors?” Theodore gaped in shock, you nodded mournfully, slipping the ice cream spoon into your mouth. “I know, I know.” you sighed, used to getting this reaction.

Theo laughed, swallowing down his ice cream, “So you’re just going to replace me after some time.” you and Theo had been in the kitchen for who knows how long, you were on your third pint of ice cream, while he was on his second. Reaching over, you placed your hand on top of his incredibly cold one. “This isn’t how I wanted you to find out.” you have him a fake sympathy look.

Snatching his hand back, Theo shook his head, “I can’t believe this.” you both laughed, eating the last bite of your ice cream, before dumping the pint with success. Theo looked down at his watch, 3:21 a.m. it read; his eyes widened, he knew for a fact you guys had left the party at 1:13 am, you had been talking for more than two hours?

As if you read his mind, you yawned, the two hours of chatting finally catching up to you. “I think it’s time for me to fall into a coma.” you sighed. You know we’re feeling the after-effects of drugs, the headache, the wanting to hurl, and the sleepiness.

Theodore nodded. standing up and throwing away his empty pint. He was going to offer to take you to your dorm. But that felt like too much, too soon.

So he settled for walking you out of the kitchen. You two said goodbye and set a time for your first official tutoring before you walked away.

Theodore watched you go with a small smile on his lips and a giddy feeling in his heart, before looking around to make sure nobody saw him smiling at your disappearing figure.

The next morning, Theodore stood in front of his mirror, he had tried on three different ties, and still couldn’t find the perfect one. The boys behind him were all groaning from their hangover, but this was much more important. He needs to look his best when he tutors you.

With a shake of the head, he decided to go with the same one he had worn last night. After you two had gone your separate ways, Theo had spent twenty minutes researching the odd symptoms you caused. After coming to terms that he had a tiny ‘crush’ on you. He spent the next thirty minutes researching ‘how to get a pretty girl to like you.’

They all said the same thing; be kind, and respectful, and make her laugh. Theo had never tried those things before. Normally girls would just come up to him and ask him to have sex. That was enough for him. But he didn’t think it would be enough for you. So this was all new territory for him.

Walking out of the boy’s dormitories, Theodore wished them good luck on their headaches before making his way to the library. On Tuesdays and Fridays, Theodore sat in the great hall to eat breakfast for the others, while the rest of the days, he spent his morning in the library, studying. And since yesterday was Tuesday, today he was to spend his morning in the library.

He sat at his usual table and immediately got to work on his potions essay. He thought back to you and wondered if you had even started your essay, ‘Stop doing that’ he scolded himself mentally. Ever since meeting you last night, every little thing he does he traces back to you. If he was brushing his teeth ‘I wonder if Y/N is brushing her teeth right now.’ If he was waking up ‘I wonder if she’s still asleep.’ And now.

“Hello Theodore.” the librarian greeted as she walked by, she had her nose in a book and swiftly walked away before Theodore could manage out a greeting. Turning back to his books, Theodore was surprised to see a small brown cat trying to get its claws into his granola bar. “Hey, shoo!” he whispered shouted at the cat, looking around the library hoping to see the cat’s owner around. Only to see a disgusting couple snogging in the dark corner.

He turned back to the cat, who looked over to the snogging couple, then back to him with what Theodore could only describe as disgust. “Disgusting right?” he scoffed, watching in amazement as the cat drove straight to his lap with a purr. “Oh.” he whispered, trying to push down the ‘aw’ that was begging to escape.

“Where are your owners, hm?” he whispered, tickling under the cat’s chin, smiling when it reached up and pushed his hand towards its belly. All Hogwarts pets were required to wear a collar that specifies the owner’s name, age, and house. This cat had none of the above. So in Theoodres eyes, it was up for grabs. And although Theodore was never a pet guy, there was just something about this cat.

And so, Theodore quickly packed up all his items before quickly walking out of the library, with the tiny cat under his sweater. He didn't want to run into anyone who recognized the his cat.

“Do you want to start on the potions essay?” Theodore whispered over to you. It was now half an hour after classes ended, and you and Theodore were working one to one.

You had arrived at the library flustered and sweating. You were sure Theodore had noticed, but you were thankful he didn't pry. All morning and afternoon you were considering begging Mcgonagall for a new tutor, bearing in mind Theodore had adopted you as his cat.

Now, Theodore didn't know you were his now-adopted cat, but it still felt wrong acting like you weren’t the cat he’d become cuddled up with. But you couldn’t just tell him you were a cat-shifter. The only other people in Hogwarts that were aware of this fact, were McGonagall and Dumbledore. It was a secret nobody was supposed to know. You decided that it was fine to continue with your friendship, admittedly you also came to that conclusion because you didn’t want to stop talking to Theodore.

“I already finished it.” you coughed, handing it over to Theodore, “Could you go over it?” you asked.

Theodore smiled, “That’s what I’m here for.”

Twenty minutes later, you and Theodore were sitting in silence he was working on some of his work while you worked on yours. “I got a cat you know?” Theodore whispered to you, placing down his quill.

You choked on your spit, of course, you knew. You were the cat. “Oh.” you managed out, avoiding the most eye contact you could. If Theodore noticed your change in tone, he didn't comment, “Yeah.” he smiled, “I’m not really the biggest cat person, but she’s just so cute.” he gushed. You felt even dirtier, hearing him gush over a cat, not knowing it was actually you, made you feel sick.

“Oh.” you paused. Hoping the conversation would end there. Glancing to you out of the corner of his eye Theodore assumed you were too focused on your work, so he dropped it.

Three months later, Theodore sat at the corner of his bed, looking over at his cat, muffins. “Tomorrow the day,” he whispered. The curtains along his bed were shut, but he didn’t want anyone to hear him talk to his cat.

Muffins tended to disappear for days at a time. And the first time she did, he was scared shitless, but he’s learned to become accustomed to it.

Muffins tilted his head, confused. “I’m asking her on a date,” Theodore confessed. Muffin's eyes widened as if in horror, and a small whine came from her mouth. Theodore frowned, “I swear, you’ll like her muffins.” Theodore hasn’t had the chance to introduce you to muffins, because for some reason, whenever one of you is with him, the other is nowhere to be found.

The next day, you were nowhere to be found, Theodore had been expecting to see you during potions but it seems like you had skipped, not like you.

That was until, dinner.

You seemly eat your food faster than you ever have before. And quickly got up from your seat and walked out of the great hall doors. Then you ran into someone, and you knew by the smell who this someone was, Theodore.

“Shit,” you muttered looking up at a red-faced Theodore, he didn’t acknowledge your absents from his day, instead he got straight to what you were most terrified of “Do you want to go on a date with me?”

You stared up at him for what felt like an eternity, before you opened your mouth and spoke something Theodore could never imagine, “I’m your cat.”

Theodore took a step back, and you stared at him, “What.” he looked at you with a blank face.

Then came the rambling “I’m so sorry Theodore, but you had just gotten so attached to Muffins and I could just disappear, you wouldn’t have thought she died.” you took a deep breath. “And I couldn’t tell you I was her, you would hate me! And I didn’t want you to hate me, because you’re so nice, and cute, and-“

And, before you knew it, Theodore’s lips were on yours.

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yrluvjane · 2 days

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hi hi hi i'm sorry i've been off for a few days. you write so good. are you kidding me? about more requests, how about a reverse grumpy x sunshine because our boy James is the literal definition of sunshine. like reader is this no-nonsense type badass and he's just a sweet, yet protective but just overall a cutie pie?

eeee! I just finished writing this and i love it! Though, I don't know if this "grumpy", i lost that half way through writing. i hope you like it too! Seriously i love all requests, keep'em coming, honey <3

If James was a comforting, warm fire during the cold winter nights that brought everyone together, then you were the bracing, ice-cold wind that swept them all away.

The party atmosphere is wild, fun, and lively, with James dancing and drinking with some of your friends as the party rages on. It's a little odd to see you sitting alone at a table, casually nodding as Sirius drunkenly whispers in your ear.

You've noticed that from across the room, he keeps an unwavering gaze on you, his attention unwavering. When you turn to meet his gaze this time, you smirk and send him a teasing wink, as Sirius drunkenly rambles in your ear.

You turn back to Sirius, giving him your full attention, as it suddenly hits you that he may be high as well, not just drunk. When you turn to motion for your boyfriend to come over, he's gone. Your eyes search for him, and suddenly there's someone forcingly kissing your cheek as James appears with an enthusiastic grin on his face. "Gotcha," he proclaims triumphantly.

Sirius, next to you, slurs his words as he does a flossing gesture, "I mean it, Genius! Gets everything, y'know!" You can't help but humor him by nodding along, humoring his drunken antics. Then, James takes your hand, placing his warm fingers in between yours, linking them together tightly.

"What are you doing all alone?" James asks as he takes the drink from Sirius' hand. "I'm not alone, Sirius is here to tell me all about his newfound admiration for.. muggle floss. Now if you really want to impress me then you'd take your friend up to his dorm. " you say, your face splitting into a mischievous grin. James raised his brow in amusement.

"Wish they'd make a chocolate flavor, though."

They both faced the younger Black patriarch in confusion.

"What's a floss?" James' brows furrow, the confusion written all over his face. Even when you bite your lip to hide your grin, your eyes give you away, but before he has a chance to figure out what you're about to do, you turn to Sirius and exclaim, "Sirius, James doesn't know what floss is!" The black-haired boy turns to his friend in shock, mouth hanging open, his eyes wide with surprise. "Prongsie, no!" Sirius throws himself over your lap to reach James

"Okay, I get it. I'll get him to bed." James says with a heavy sigh, getting up from his seat. "Great! Cause I need to go take a shower." You say as you blow him a kiss. He faces Sirius with an exaggeratedly miserable demeanor, rolling his eyes at the black-haired boy. "Mate, I need you to tell me all about this floss thing," he says, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Sirius looks up at him with a confused expression on his face before breaking into a grin. "You'll love it! It's like a small thread and you put it in between your teeth!"

"What?"

When you return, a little over an hour has passed, and the party has died down significantly. The atmosphere is quieter now, with only a few small groups of people still clustered together in the corner of the room. Piles of passed out 7th-year students can be seen scattered across the floor as well. It's a bit somber compared to before, with most of the partygoers having either gone to bed or passed out from too much drink.

It's not long before you spot James sitting alone in the arm chair, his glasses placed neatly on a stand table nearby. He seems deep in thought, staring off into space as he relaxes in the quiet atmosphere of the now-empty party. You approach James, a small smirk on your face as you take a seat on his lap. "What are you still doing up?" you ask, your voice low and teasing. He looks up at you, his eyes filled with surprise, and before you can respond, he straightens up immediately, his voice firm and confident. "I have a girlfriend," he says, his mouth set in a determined line.

You tease him, saying "I don't see her," Without his glasses James can only make out colors. He looks up at you, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Well, what I said was enough, and I would like to get off, please," he says, a hint of annoyance in his voice. You grin at his response and get off his lap, only to sit on the arm of the chair. "Okay, would you tell me about her? Your girlfriend, that is," you say, a hint of curiosity in your voice.

"Oh, where do I start? She's smart, kind, and beautiful. We've only been together for a short while, but I can already talk about her all day. She's the perfect person for me, in every way." He sighs happily as he throws his head back. "Oh, she's feisty. Like a dragon, you know? Adorable and dangerous at the same time. You always have to be on your toes with her. But I love her for that. She's strong, confident. I feel like she can take on the world and I just want to be by her side to support her. She's my everything... I'm a lucky man to have her in my life."

You blush and sniffle as you reach over to grab his glasses from the table, a small smirk on your face. "I don't know about you, but it sounds like you're in love with me, James," you say with a mischievous glint in your eye.

He looks up at you, taken aback by your sudden comment and the teasing tone in your voice.

You smile as you slip James' glasses back onto his face, making his eyes widen in surprise as he realizes it's you. He laughs, shaking his head in disbelief. "You tricked me!" he exclaims, a smile spreading across his face.

You tutted, "I thought you were really in love with me, for a moment there."

"Maybe...but only a little,"

You blush and gasp as James pulls you onto his lap, your heart fluttering with excitement. You wrap your arms around his neck, your face close to his, your body pressed against his. He smiles down at you, his eyes warm and tender, and you feel as if you can see straight into him.

You pull back slightly, looking up into his eyes. "Only a little, huh?" you say, a small smirk playing at the corners of your mouth.

"Yeah," he says, his voice soft and low. "I can't help it, I guess. You're just so... I don't know... you're just you."

You laugh, feeling like you're on cloud nine. "Aw, how sweet," you say, your voice laced with sarcasm. "I don't know about you, but I'm not complaining. This feels pretty nice."

He chuckles, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear. "It does, doesn't it? Think we'll work out?"

You grin, your heart thrumming with happiness. "Well, I'm a sucker for a good time. And you, James Potter, are definitely providing that right now."

He leans in, his lips brushing against yours, and you feel the sparks flying as your mouths meet in a passionate kiss.

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s9fit3 · 2 days

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‘And I keep falling in this darkness’- Blaise Zabini Headcannons!!

• I’ll say this right here, right now, Blaise knows his worth- and that is a fact. He doesn’t play around with his feelings and how he is treated. If he is treated off or is disrespected, he’ll drop the person who is the culprit of it.

• Blaise leads in the relationship. He plans the dates, he leaves the letters or notes telling you one what to wear or where you are going. He’ll buy you things, such a books that you need for class, or for a special day- such as a 1 year anniversary or birthday- things like that.

• Blaise is a little new to the whole love game, as when he grew up he never had something to base love off of. Or it was never long enough to set an example or an expectation.

• Very fond of dancing, specifically slow dancing with you in the common room late at night as it is just you two and the sound of the crackling fire as you two danced away and how he would spin you around before grabbing you and dipping you than bringing you to your feet again.

• He’s a smart guy and enjoys spending time with you, even if it means just sitting in a library, studying together in silence. He loves all of it.

• You had asked out Blaise I’m your 6th year, he had small feelings for you, not a huge feeling for up you but slowly yet surely he fell in love with you.

• Smell expensive, some rich cologne with the addition of coffee and clean laundry.

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#modal #playstation #sims 4 creator #dear evan hansen #bbc breeding #meninos #yang xiao long #graffiti #la la land #harry potter x reader #mountians

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You saved me

Type: one shot

Pairing: Sirius black x sister reader

⚠️ WARNING⚠️

This one shot is very graphic and includes themes such as- Rape, torture, sexual assault, abuse to the extreme, and more- this is a very very triggering and graphic one shot, reader discretion is advised

Minors do not interact!

(Some people may be disgusted by what I’ve put out, however this is a one shot I made to almost represent my feelings after childhood trauma and being a victim of rape and sa- this is a very sad fic but one I related to in the sense it represents feelings and emotions- I didn’t go through these events myself)

I want to make it clear- I am here for every single one of you- I always will be an open source- you can vent to me about anything and everything and I will always listen and support you guys. I love y’all so much and hope you all know you are important to this world and are very amazing people.

“I just- I can’t with her. She is such an ass kiss to our parents! They beat me and Reggie but she could quite literally murder someone and they wouldn’t care because she is there perfect little death eater girl!”

I stare from behind the corner of the courtyard where Sirius- my older brother, complains to his friends about me. Tears spring to my eyes but I don’t let them fall as I run back to the Slytherin common room. Sirius doesn’t know, he doesn’t understand what the parents do to me, what people do to me behind closed doors: and he never will. He can’t, I have to protect him from that and if it means he hates me then so be it.

The next morning I walk to the great hall with my bags packed for winter break- Regulus is staying with some friends of his and Sirius is staying with the Potters- he’s been living with them for the past six months now and seems happier than ever and I’m so glad. No matter how upset mum and dad were with the decision, I’m both terrified and glad the boys will both be gone; terrified because it means there’s so much touching and beating that will come but glad they won’t have any chance of catching anything.

———

(Same day, Sirius pov)

I can’t help but complain to the boys about my sister, she is my parents golden child, always has been and probably always will be. I wouldn’t be surprised if she had a dark mark under that stupid slytherin sleeve.

Suddenly, Regulus pops up behind me, “Sirius!”

“What?” He looks angry and that’s when I realize, “oh my godrick, tell me you aren’t trying to defend that brat!”

“You really are unbelievable brother, have you not noticed-“ a sigh as he looks down, “Sirius she’s dead, she’s not the sister she used to be, she has no life behind her eyes, no mischief that once was there- remember? Remember all the pranks you played? The spark in her eye? It’s gone, something is going on. Something she won’t let us know about.”

I take a moment and think…oh my godrick gryffindor, Reggie is right, something is going on. I look up to see the other nodding along as pieces click in our brains, “They don’t expect either of us at home, we could sneak in to figure out what’s going on?”

“That’s a good idea, I’ll be to the potters residents in two days time.” We make more plans and then split for now, waiting anxiously to carry out the plan.

———

Me, James, Remus, and Regulus hide behind a wall in the invisibility cloak and that’s when I see my sister walk into the living room, her head down and her hair pulled into a high pony, her skinny body-skinnier than I ever remember- covered in bruises and scars only in some flimsy, black lace lingerie. What.the.fuck. Is happening? Me and regulus meet each others gazes, both confused, heated with anger, and sadness.

My sister sits on the couch defeated and only seconds later I see five good friends of fathers- all in their late 40’s to 50’s walk into the room. All in simple boxers and or pants- none with shirts. That’s when I realize what’s going on, rage takes over my body and I almost jump out into the living room but am quickly grabbed by my brother.

He shakes his head no, he too looks absolutely enraged but we have to wait a little bit longer.

———

(Same time Yn’s pov)

The men walk into the room and I simply stare into the distance as they advance.

I’m slapped around a few times, they man handle me till I’m crying and bleeding, raping me more times then I care to count. Drool, tears,sweat, and blood dripping down my face by the time they are done, I’m completely numb. Mum and dad walk in the room asking the men how it was and completely ignoring me.

“Absolutely horrible, she was quiet as a mouse and had no fight in here, she laid there like nothing.”

“Oh really?” Mom’s gaze snaps to me, I can’t bring myself to lift my heavy head from where it lays but I know what’s coming.

Her wand flicks and I’m strung up by my arms, I’m whipped 55 times till I’m shaking with cuts digging deep in my flesh. Finally, the part I’ve been dreading the most- my mom’s wand raises above her head, “Crucio!” Pain overwhelms me and I thrash in my restraints, piss joining the bodily fluids already leaking from my body.

After I can’t tell how long I’m near passing out and I hear crashes and bangs, distant voices and foot steps, I hear curses thrown and defenses drawn. My eyes are nearly closed but I hear someone skid over to me, cutting me from my restraints and carefully lowering me into their lap.

I look up from where my head lays on the persons legs as they brush hair out of my face, swiping away tears and blood, drool and who else knows what with their sleeve. As they stroke my sticky cheek I see who it is…

“Sirius?” My voice cracks, horse and weak.

“I’ve got you sis, just shh, and stay awake okay? I’ve got you now, we’re gonna save you.” My big brother carefully picks me up, carrying me from the mansion as people follow after, the potters waiting out in the front frantically.

“Boys, what’s happened? What-oh dear Godrick. Hurry, we’ll get her to Saint Mungoes. (I think that’s the name?)” Mrs Potter moves forward quickly at the sight of my broken body.

“Boys.” Mr potters voice is stern as he addresses the teenage boys in question, “tell me exactly what’s happened.”

———

I wake up on a couch, a thin blanket covering my shivering body. I panic for a moment, just before Mrs.Potter rounds a corner with a bowl of water and a rag. “Oh Yn! You’re finally awake dear!”

“I’m-I’m sorry- what’s going on?”

A look of grief and sadness washed over her as she replies, “oh love- you were injured- bad, luckily the boys found you and saved you, we brought you to St.Mungos but after a week they said to bring you back home and let you keep healing. You’ve been out a totally of 10 days love.”

“Oh- oh yeah. Ok. Wait you said the boys saved me?”

“Well yes, Your brothers, James, and Remus.” She dabs water on some healing cuts.

“Oh- where- where are they?”

“Hm, good question, one moment.” She turns to the stairs, “BOYS!”

After a few moments I hear four sets of foot steps stomping down the stairs, trampling over each other- “Yn!” Regulus flings into my arms, I wince but ignore my soreness.

“Hey little bro.” I smile and ruffle his hair as he moves.

“It’s good to see you awake Yn.”

“Thank you Remus- thanks to all of you.”

“Of course!” I look to James and give a small, grateful smile.

“Uh- y-Yn?”

“Hey big bro. Thank you. So much.”

Tears well in Sirius’ eyes? I’d never seen it before, “I’m so sorry.” He crumbles into my open arms as he sobs. I know why he’s apologizing and it’s not his fault. Tears of my own collect in my eyes as I hold him, patting his hair softly.

“It’s ok. It’s ok. I forgive you.”

“I’m so sorry- I didn’t- I didn’t know and I- oh I’ve been terrible.”

“Sirius, Sirius look at me.” I pull his head up, smoothing his hair and rubbing his cheeks, “it’s ok. I promise it’s all ok. I don’t blame you, I never have and I never will ok. You saved me- you saved me Sirius- thank you.”

He nods weakly as we hug again before he stands up, clearing his throat.

———

So this one’s been in my drafts for abouttttt three weeks now. I’ve been scared to release it ngl.

#marauders #marauders x reader #harry potter #harry potter x reader #Sirius black #Sirius black x reader #James potter #james potter x reader #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #regulus black #regulus black x reader #black reader #whump

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Works in progress | ✧⁺。

These will not be posted in the following order , just written based upon what i remembered

Jay and female reader - both yandere

Enhypen reaction to you fangirling over some other celebrity

Matheo x reader angst - based upon bad omens song

Slytherin boys reaction to you being sassy to them

Slytherin boys reaction to you being in ravenclaw

Slytherin boys reaction to you being in Hufflepuff

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FAVORITE !

Harry Potter x fem!reader

Summary: Your friends joked about how much of a 'Teacher's Pet' you're. You brushed them off and laughed because it meant nothing. However, when Mr. Potter became your DADA professor in your last year, it meant something.

Warnings: MDNI +18 / swearing, oral (f. and m. receiving), fingering, sir kink (is that even a kink?), impact play, degradation, praise, orgasm denial, unprotected p in v, creampie, age-gap (reader is 20, harry is 28), hair pulling, darkish!harry.

Word Count: 4k

A/N: to clarify, hogwarts sets in between age of 14-20. I don't wanna throw reader into a full grown man when she's barely an adult. Harry and Ginny are divorced. Because my girl Ginny doesn't deserve to be cheated on. I think no matter how toxic Harry would get, he wouldn't cheat on his partner. AND PLEASE DON'T FLIRT WITH YOUR TEACHERS IN REAL LIFE!

dividers by: @benkeibear

"darlin', can I be your favorite?

i'll be your girl, let you taste it"

- favorite by isabel larosa.

Y/n've always been a bit of a little teacher's pet. Never running to classes late, submitting her homework on time, sometimes even before time, helping professors carry their heavy books. It was a demeanor many of the teachers appreciated. And made her friends laugh; they found it hilarious how she was able to keep up with all of the schoolwork and social interactions with teachers.

Through the six years, she didn't care about all the jokes had been made about her behavior or the implications of a special bond with any of her professors by some of the jealous students. It was easier to let them be delusional and run their stupid minds than trying to fix their mistakes.

However, the seventh year was the year she began to hush the accusations. Because the possibility of accusations reflecting reality scared her.

And now, the sole source of her fears and lust was in front of the board, scratching something she didn't pay attention to at all.

Professor Potter was a danger to her reputation and view of classes.

When she heard rumors that Harry Potter, The Chosen One, would be teaching DADA classes after the departure of their former professor, she was enthusiastic. He fought against the dark himself, Lord Voldemort. Who would be better than him to teach about this class?

Mr Potter's first lesson was quite shocking for her. Throughout the photos and conversations of other students, she knew he was handsome. But knowing was a thing; seeing with her own two eyes was another thing.

His green eyes always seemed to be excited, alive, and fresh. His approach to classes could be called effective, according to many of the students. First, they learned the theoretical aspects of a creature or curse, or hex. Then, they practiced in various ways such as breaking a curse on an object and facing the said creature in a safe environment if the creature is found.

He dropped the chalk in his hand to his desk with a soft sound and dusted the powder of his skin. A creature was drawn on the board; it wasn't the most perfect drawing ever, but it was definitely recognizable.

“Okay, class. I don't want to see any books open in front of you. Your homework was to study for the next lesson. Let's see who did their homework properly. What's this creature called?”

Before Y/n could even fathom the answer, a female student jumped to answer his question. “A banshee.” Harry smiled at the girl, nodding his head in agreement. “That's correct, Ms. Brown. This creature is called ‘Banshee’. Banshee is a creature mostly affiliated with dark arts.” He rolled up his cream color shirt's sleeves and crossed his arms over his chest, hips laid against the desk.

“It’s native to Ireland and has a zombie-like appearance. But what makes them lethal?” His green eyes scanned the classroom, waiting for an answer. This time, she managed to act before other students. “Fatal scream. Hearing them might and most likely will kill.”

“Exactly. My advice is that if you don't have anything to defend yourself against a banshee, well, at least make sure to cover your ears firmly and run. Then maybe you can survive.”

His statement caused a peal of light laughter in class, which made him sigh in amusement. Merlin, he missed being a student.

“And lastly, what can you use to defeat a banshee?” Whole classroom fell into silence, everyone, at least the students studied beforehand, researching their memories for the correct response. Harry straightened his back and took the chalk from the wooden desk. “No answer? It's-”

“Laughter potion.”

Y/n's rushed voice interrupted his definement, her face satisfied from remembering the potion. Harry's eyebrow arched involuntarily, signaling the girl to continue. With newfound confidence to speak, she cleared her throat and gave him the answer he wanted.

“For it to be perfectly effective, the person who makes the potion must follow the rules word by word. Ingredients are spring water, alihotsy leaves, billywig wings, knarl quills, puffskein hair, horseradish powder, and laughter. We should consume the liquid if we face a banshee.”

Harry was amazed at her knowledge and strength of memory. “All correct, Ms. S/n. Someone actually studied, huh?” Other students let out grunts and complaints, some of them talking about how she's been like this for years and they're not even surprised.

And the lesson went on. Her eyes had never been focused on what he writes on the blackboard, but on his hands. They moved elegantly, a few scars scratching them. Her mind wandered on dangerous waters. They would gently caress her flesh and leave their prints on her thighs while his nose rubbed against her clit. Teeth almost puncturing her lower lip, she pressed her thighs together. I must stop, he's my teacher.

“In the next lesson, I want you to bring your own laughter potions since we will directly interact with a banshee. I talked to your potions professor, she will be helping you with the materials. And that being said, class, dismissed. With his last words, everyone gathered their books, feathers, and inkwells.

Y/n took a deep breath as she threw everything into her bag in a hurry. Leaving the classroom as soon as possible would be in her favor.

“Y/n.” A sweet, velvety voice caused her to stop her tracks. She gulped the agitation which was coursing through her whole body down. “Yes, Mr. Potter?” His hands were buried in pockets of his dress pants, veins on his forearms discernable. He smiled at her, making her stomach do literal flips.

“I would like to see you in my office after dinner, if the time fits you?” She almost jumped in to answer straight. However, she succeeded in remaining calm. “It does, but why? Did I do something wrong?” She was proud of herself regarding the fact her tone didn't falter.

“No, nothing like that. I wanted to discuss why you are so distracted in my classes.”

Her reason was as obvious as a shining sun but as embarrassing as it was obvious.

“Oh, okay. I will be there, sir.” His sweet smile twitched for a second, turning into something more malicious when the word ‘sir’ left her pretty lips.

“Good, see you later.”

Dinner went incredibly slow for her, thoughts of being alone with Professor Potter in a secluded room consumed her mind relentlessly. When dinner finally came to an end, her fast moves caught her friends’ attention. “Why are you in such a hurry, Y/n?” One of the girls asked her with a giggle, as her best friend, of course she knew why she was in a hurry.

Girl scoffed at her friend's playful question. “I am not in a hurry, Mindy. I just don't find keeping teachers waiting right.” Mindy rolled her eyes as she stab her fork to a piece of meat. “Right. But well, if I had a chance to be alone with Mr. Potter; girl, I would sprint to his office for more time.”

“Mindy! That's so inappropriate!” Her reproach earned a good laugh from her friends. She sighed as her cheeks flushed with excitement. Try as might, she couldn't help but think the same things as Mindy.

Her steps were quick while walking in the halls of Hogwarts. If goddamn Peeves catches her, it would be known to the whole school by tomorrow that she went to his office.

Standing in front of the wooden, dark brown door, she straightened her back and knocked. The tired voice of Mr. Potter invited her in.

“Ah, Y/n. Just on time, as usual. Come on. Take a seat.” He said, his hand pointing to the soft sofa against the wall. She took slow steps and fixed her skirt while sitting down. His face was drowned in traces of a busy day.

“So, you do your homework perfectly and on time, never late to my class, answering questions asked to you. Although, all answers given are studied beforehand, not learned from me. But, Ms. S/n, your constant act of staring at me blankly while I teach is bugging me greatly. Is there anything you would like to discuss with me? Why are you never paying proper attention to my lessons?”

She wet her dry lips with her tongue, trying to form the right argument against his accusations. Heat was rising in room, at least that was what Y/n felt. Or maybe it was her wild imagination again.

“I… I am not distracted, professor. I love your lessons. I mean, I love defense against dark arts. I give all my attention to what you're teaching and-” His not-convinced face made her cut her ramble before she could execute it properly.

“You don't believe me, do you?” Question was eager, desperate for approval from him. “No, Ms. Y/n. I think I don't.” He pressed his palms against the desk, rising up from his chair and walking towards the nervous girl.

“There’re a lot of things you're not capable of confessing. The things I learned through my efforts. Tell me, darling, is it really appropriate to fantasize about your teacher in his own class? Or to imagine his hands on your thighs?”

The blood froze in her veins. How did he even..?

“Legilimency.” Realization hit her like a slap before light gasp fled from her. “Mr. Potter! Legilimency is forbidden in Hogwarts, excluding the lessons. Why would you-”

A harsh grip on her chin.

“Don't fucking change the subject, Y/n. It's not like I've been famous for following stupid rules of Hogwarts. Also, I think it's also forbidden to feel any romantic or sexual attachment to your professors.” Her lips began to tremble, tears pricking to corners of her eyes like needles.

“I am so sorry, sir. I won't do it again. Please don't report me to the headmaster.” A sadistic smile crept on his beautiful face, strange look of hunger evident in his green eyes. “Have no worries, darling. I have no intention of letting McGonagall know your little ravings. In fact, it makes me quite effusive. Ever since my first night with my ex-wife, I haven't felt such a lust for someone.”

Her breath hitched. This was wrong, so wrong for so many reasons. He was her teacher, he was older than her, they were at a school and on…

Knots of lust began to solve in her belly. “This is so wrong, sir. We shouldn't…”

She couldn't finish it. Temptation of tabus has always been delicious to devour. And she was fucking tired of being the perfect, golden student. If other students were so adamant about making fun of her determination to succeed, maybe she could let a little loss.

So, she bit her lip to surpass the urge to deny his gesture of kneeling in front of her. His hands were cold and strong, just like illusions of her mind. They gripped the supple flesh of her thighs and gently pulled them apart. His eyes looked up to her for consent, satisfied breath falling from his lips when she approved him.

“Fuck, look how wet you're for me.” He licked his lips, almost feeling taste of her on the skin of his lips. “Such a needy whore for her teacher.” His thumb ran over the damp fabric of her blue panties. “And lacy? Bet you planned everything before you came here.” She opened her mouth to protest, only to earn a harsh blow on her inner thigh. Pain and pleasure were delicious enough to make her involuntarily close her thighs.

His hard grip already bruising her flesh, he pushed them apart. “If you're gonna act like a fucking brat, I will leave you like a teacher would.” She shook her head, tears already spilling from her rosy cheeks. “No, no! Please, I will behave!” He smirked with approval. “Sure you will.”

He was tired of teasing her, aching to taste her. She raised her hips off the sofa to allow him to take off her panties. His hand groped her tit over the white student shirt, the other hand climbing up to her mouth. She parted her lips, taking two digits into her mouth. Tongue enveloping the cold fingers, she coated them in her saliva as he ordered without words.

Wet muscle lolled out of his parted lips, trailing through her folds to collect the slick leaking out of her clenching hole. His spit-coated index and middle fingers slowly entered her entrance. “Mmmh, so fucking tasty, darling.”

His thumb circled on her bundle of nerves, long digits pumping in and out. “Clenching fucking tight around my fingers, you're not a virgin, are you? Acting all innocent and sweet in front of your friends, face flushing when someone mentions anything sexual.” His words fired something inside her stomach, coil building to resolve.

“How many boys have you fucked?” He hissed against her skin before his lips captured her clit between them. A yelp broke off from her hoarse throat. “Answer me!” Slap to her pussy caused one more scream to erupt from her.

“Three!” She whined breathlessly, sweat was trickling down from her eyebrow.

“Less than I thought.” He turned back to ravish her. His thumb never gave a break to her pearl, always rubbing and pinching it. His tongue swirled inside her velvety walls. Green eyes looked up to watch his favorite girl falling apart under his tongue. Such an appetizing sight.

“P-professor, too much, too much!” Her feet kicked marble floor, thighs closing around his head. Now that was a reaction pleased him, but, stupid slut didn't have any right to interfere with his dessert. “Shut the fuck up.” His palm collided with her rear, skin already reddening with impact. She nodded. Tears truly blurred her vision, Merlin, all she could feel was burning sensation on her cunt and coil on her stomach ready to snap at any moment.

How was it possible for his tongue to go this deep? She didn't know, feeling it was enough to shut down the thought.

Her hands flew to take hold on his brown strands, tugging at them with want. She had to feel him closer, if it was possible at this position. “G-gonna cum, H-Harry!” He raised his eyebrows, withdrawing from her pulsating core. “I don't remember allowing you to call me ‘Harry'?” She whined when her pussy lost the feeling of his mouth and digits on it. She was fucking close, just a lick away from cumming and he cruelly didn't let her.

“Are we really arguing this?” She propped herself on her elbows, pouty face making Harry more annoyed than before. He didn't think as his hand pulled her shirt, buttons flying around when thin white fabric ripped open. “Keep being a fuckin’ brat, Y/n. Keep being a bitch. And I will fuck you like one.”

His warning made no influence on keeping her tame. “I am not so sure, Harry. Do you even have any strength left to fuck properly, old man?”

His hand was raised to collide with her cheek. Sting was real as it was turning on. A cold smile replaced his angry expression. “Is that so, darling? Then you wouldn't mind getting on your knees?” She swallowed the lump sitting on her throat. He was scarier when he was calm.

“No…”

“No what?”

“No, sir.”

He sat on the couch as she stood up, her knees almost buckled beneath her. Floor was cold but she didn't mind. If her favorite professor requested something from her, she must oblige.

Her hands were eager to please. She first undid his belt, then button of his pants. Even under the fabric, it was big, the stretch would be painful and ecstatic. She palmed it, veins teased skin inside her hand. Her mouth watered at the sight.

Her fingers hooked around the elastic of his boxers, pulling them down with his help, black pants pooled around his ankles. Not wanting a second, she wrapped her hand to his cock. While stroking him, her tongue lapped at the bead of precum accumulated on the tip. He hissed, his hand fisted strands of her hair. “No teasing, Y/n. You got on my nerves enough.” She swallowed a shameless moan when his fingers tugged at her strands. All she did was to nod and act like the pretty doll he wanted her to be.

“Have you ever given head before?” He asked not out of bitterness, but curiosity. “I haven't, sir.” Face softening as a reaction, he reached down to cup her chin. Bending forward, his lips softly pressed against hers as she steadied herself by resting her hands on the corner of the sofa. His tongue tasted like whiskey and her juices. He must have drank before she came to his office.

Needless to say, he tilted his head to get a better angle. Everything was vivid, even the dust falling on her skin. Kiss was sloppier than most of the kisses she shared with boys, but it felt better, more intimate than all of them. Maybe it was Harry, the way he kissed her. Or, maybe it was thrill of an illicit act. Either way, she didn't care.

“I will teach you, darling.”

Her ragged breath caressed the inside of his thighs. He clenched his jaw to not whimper, not yet at least.

“Start by stroking it. Mmm... Just like that.” Her eyes never left his, checking if she was doing well. His flushed cheeks and parted lips gave her the answer she was looking for. “You can run your tongue on it.” She did as she was told. Taste of his skin made her whimper in delight. Fuck, why wait this long? How hard could it be to suck a cock?

“Uh, uh. No need to rush.” He pulled her away when she attempted to take him directly. “Suck the tip first.” Her tongue ran on the reddish tip as she kept stroking him, lips sealing around him. She bobbed her head so slightly, inside of her mouth was burning to go further.

“Good girl. Now take it slowly.” A low grunt left his throat as she eagerly went down on him. She began to move her head up and down, taking all she could. Her hand never left the parts her mouth couldn't reach unattended.

“Shit. Are you sure it's your first time?” She just batted her eyelashes at him, of course it was. She wouldn't lie to him. “Then you have a very capable mouth, love, I must admit it.” He hardly laughed, working on making the needy whines die down on his throat. Sure she was good, but it wasn't a reason to stroke her ego.

“Shh, relax your throat, I don't want you to have an irritated throat afterward.” Easy for him to say. However, the action itself wasn't that much of an easy task. According to her friends, hollowing her cheeks would've made it possible to take a cock deeper.

His hips jerked when his tip hit the back of her throat. Finally, a pathetic whimper escaped the professor's lips. She was proud of the lascivious scene her mouth created.

Her palms pressed on his knees as he pushed his hips up, cock relentlessly hammering to her mouth, saliva was leaking from the corner of her lips. He tugged at her scalp, forcing her to back off from his cock. When he let her go, she gasped for air. Her lungs were screaming for some oxygen. Mix of spit and precum were dripping down to bare chest.

“I don't want to cum into your throat. It would be such a waste.”

She followed his wordless instructions, laying flat on her back against soft crimson cushions. He towered over her bare body for a few seconds, taking in the beautiful sight. Leaning forward, his lips attached to the crook of her neck, leaving his shades of purple marks. Tip of his dick pressed against her clit. Her act of impatiently bucking her hips was adorable, depravement of youth, he thought.

He rolled his hips. At first it felt impossible to fit in. “It won't fit!” Despite her protests, she didn't resist or shove him away. He closed his eyes as their lips met again. They both tasted like each other, like a forbidden fruit. If Eve and Adam saw them, they would've known what real pleasure is, how it looks.

She could swear a fire was striking on her core. The flames were swallowing her remaining sanity and dragging her into the abyss, this was the only way to describe how he felt inside her.

“Goddamn tight, your cunt is basically suffocating my cock, darling.” He spoke through gritted teeth, her slippy walls enveloping him blissfully. Tears trickled down from her temples as she threw her head back. Their hips collided, he was fully sheathed in. His moves were languid and intimate at first, making sure to give time to her so that she can adjust his size.

“M-move faster. Ple… please, sir.” And so he did, because his pretty girl asked him so nicely. Her world was shaking as his cock practically hammering inside of her. Her knees were pressed against her chest as he mouthed at her tit, pert bud crushed between his teeth. He rolled his hips delightly, stretching her to her limits. It felt just so right and flawless with the way his cock fit in her cunt.

Pulling away until he was fully out of her, he smirked at her needy moans. His hips snapped so sudden that she let out a squeak. He caught her hand and brought it to her belly. “Feels so good, huh? Can't even do anything but moan, just like a cockdrunk whore.” He let go of her legs, letting them go down from her chest. He propped one of them around his waist to reach deeper. And for a few seconds, he didn't move.

“W-what? No, no, no. Don't s-stop!” She cried out when he stayed still. He was so cruel that she wanted to slap him. “How insatiable and discourteous…” He mumbled with a shaming tone. However, it was hard for him to keep this position too. So he moved.

Her hands desperately clung to his back, scratching the pale skin. He has never been a masochist but shit, he would let her scratch his back like this for hours.

Her walls began to tighten around him, he was ripping the orgasm out of her he refused to give then. “So close, so close,, s-sir!” Her words were almost inaudible, his hand wrapped around her neck as he pressed his lips against her harshly. With the final snap, he finally exploded inside of her pussy, ropes of cums filling her to the brim as she came down from her own high.

Pair were sweaty and breathless, she was coming to her senses, brain calculating consequences of their actions after his head fell upon her chest. He still hasn't pulled out, refusing to do so. “Y/n, y/n… I could stay inside you forever… My favorite girl…” He placed a gentle kiss between her breasts before pulling out of her. “But we don't have that much time.”

She was too tired to move or even to speak. However a few words managed to find their destination out of her lips. “What happens now..?” Her sentence made him pause. “What happens now?” He repeated. “This stays between us, Y/n. Only us. And if I ever see you with a boy again, I won't be so nice about it. Got it?”

She nodded.

“Good. I will take care of you, it's not like you can move. Oh well, I guess I was a little bit hard on you.” She furrowed.

“A little bit huh?” He chuckled at her complaint. “Anyways, let's get you clean and fresh, darling. Don't worry, I will report to McGonagall that you had a very bad attack and needed assistance.” She pouted. “But will she believe you?”

He smiled, not a charming or a warm smile.

“She always does, love.”

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter x you #harry potter x y/n #harry potter smut #harry potter fic #j.k. rowling #teacher x student

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l0velysmut · 29 days

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family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

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thatboisus · 2 months

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“english isn’t my first langua—“ say no more.

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hi gorgeous i hope you’re having a wonderful day!!

Can i please get a james x fem reader where it’s her birthday and she’s feeling down and like she’s getting old ( i turned 22 today and i wanna SCREAM) and ofc james is having non of that and just lots of hurt/comfort/fluff please

Happy Belated Birthday, hun! (I'm turning 21 in a few months) And I relate to this so much as someone who was forced to uphold too much expectations at a very young age, I had this problem ever since I was sixteen and I think about in a really cursed way - always ends up with me crying. Don't forget to enjoy it! You shouldn't be feeling down about it, because 22 is still very young! I'm sure James would tell you this too lol :)

You're feeling sorry for yourself, a little blue, your mind filled with thoughts of aging and loss. It's your birthday and you can't help but feel like time is slipping away from you. You've missed out on so much, and you don't know what the future has for you. You sigh, letting your head fall back against the wall. "I'm getting old," you mutter to yourself. "What am I even doing with my life?"

James walks into the large room, his eyes scanning the crowd for you. He spots you in the corner, near the snack table, looking a little downcast in the midst of all the joy and laughter. He makes his way over to where you're seated, a small box in his hand.

As he approaches, you look up to see James, looking as handsome as always, carrying a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

"Happy birthday, love of my life," he says, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

You smile weakly, feeling a warm ache in your chest at the sight of him. "Thanks, James. That means a lot." Even then he frowns, noticing the sadness in your eyes. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

At your silence, he leans closer, pulling you into the hall, away from prying eyes and having you sit at a small bench. "You know you can tell me anything." his fingers push back your hair, tucking the small strands behind your ear.

You shake your head, looking up at him with a small frown on your face. "It's just…I thought I'd be excited for my birthday, but I feel like I'm already too old to be having fun like this."

James takes a seat next to you, placing a hand gently on your shoulder. "Nonsense. You're never too old to enjoy the things that make you happy," he says, his voice dripping with kindness. "Plus, isn't today all about celebration? You should be enjoying yourself."

You sigh, feeling slightly comforted by James' words. "I know. It's just…I miss the simpler days, you know? Back when we were students, and life wasn't so complicated."

James nods, understanding your sentiment. "I get it," he says, his eyes soft and filled with so much love and understanding it has you speechless. "But those days are gone, and we have to make the best of what we have now. If you live too much in the past, you'll won't have the time to live in the present. Here."

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small box, handing it to you with a small smile. "Happy birthday, Love. I hope this makes your day a little brighter."

You open the box, a small smile flickering across your face as you pull out a beautiful, delicate gold necklace with a disc pendant . "James, it's…It's perfect," you say, your voice cracking slightly.

"Turn it over."

Your initials and James' are engraved on it, along with a date. James looks up at you curiously, his head on your shoulder.

He pulls away, looking into your eyes with a mix of tenderness and playfulness. "So, can you guess when this was?" he asks, his voice gentle.

You think for a moment, trying to decipher the date. Suddenly, it clicks. You smile, the answer coming to you immediately. "Our first Christmas, our first kiss." you say, your voice full of joy. James chuckles, his eyes sparkling with happiness. "That's right, Love," he says, his voice full of affection. "I wanted to give you something special to remember our special day by."

You place a hand on his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin and the softness of his hair beneath your palm. "I love you," you say, your voice full of feeling. You lean in and give James a kiss.

He kisses you again, his lips soft and tender against yours. "I love you too," he replies, his voice full of affection. When he pulls away, his eyes are sparkling with happiness as he notices the lift in your mood. "Now, let's forget about the past and focus on the present, shall we? Let's celebrate your birthday together, just the two of us."

You smile and lean into James' comforting embrace. "I'd like that," you say, your voice quivering slightly. "Very much."

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All right, hear me out, hear me out. What if- dancing in the ballroom with Lorenzo after the Yull ball is over, yet the music is still playing. Specifically the song Waltz of The Flowers is playing in the ballroom as you two dance around, moving in such a swift motion it looks enchanting. Him spinning you around and placing you back down on your feet, your hands on his shoulders, laughing and giggling while spending this night with him.

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Hypocrite

Theodore Nott x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content (sex), swearing

Description: The reader is embarrassed by the hickies Theo left on her, but she's not one to speak.

Merlin, you were pissed. Or, maybe — maybe you were embarrassed. Afterall, there were purple and yellow bruises all over your breasts and along your collarbone and up the sides and back of your neck. Despite your best efforts, your makeup hadn’t covered them all, and the collar of your blouse kept smearing the foundation and exposing more of them to the entire student body. A student body who couldn’t stop talking about you.

“Trip down the stairs did you, Y/n?” Pansy teased.

“Our very own Slytherin slut,” Daphne laughed fondly.

“By the name of Salazar,” Blaise breathed heavily at the sight of them.

You could only sigh in frustration, your head in your palms, “Guys, stop, please. Everyone and their mothers are giving me shit about it, you don’t need to join in.”

You weren’t lying. In Defense Against the Dark Arts, Snape had practically burnt a hole through your neck, and then, in Transfiguration, McGonagall had quietly asked if you needed to step out to touch up your makeup. The worst, however, was Potions with Slughorn. His opinion of you since the beginning of the year had been purely positive since your family were fairly wealthy and you achieved some of the highest grades in his class. When he saw the hickeys all over you, though, his bulbous nose had turned up in disgust and he made a most unpleasant grunt of disproval. You were sure you had made his blacklist.

“This warrants murder,” said Pansy.

“It does, doesn’t it?” You asked, “I am so fucking mad at him for this.”

Oh, but you could hardly speak.

You and Theo (your boyfriend and hickey-giver) both received invitations to a party that was held the night before, and despite knowing you had school the next day, you went. Once you were about ten drinks in, you were completed sloshed, and when you were completely sloshed, you got horny.

Though the crowd of party-goers stood between yourself and Theo, you could still see every part of him. He was just standing there, chatting with Blaise and Draco, a can of cheap beer held lazily in his right hand while his left was barely touching his hip. He was so, so hot. You bit your lip sexily then made your way over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, kissing the back of his white shirt, and leaving stains of red lipstick all over it.

“Hey, Y/n, baby,” he hummed, happy from all the drinks he’d downed in the three hours prior, “What’s up?”

“Teddyyy,” you mused and stared up at him as he looked over his shoulder at you, “I want sex.”

Blaise and Draco snickered and Theo shot them a glare. After that, you can imagine what happened. Lots of moaning, groaning, grunting, panting. Enough snogging to last you both a lifetime, but not really because there was no such thing as “enough snogging,” and love making that lasted well past the rise of the sun that peeked through the window to Theo’s dorm room and illuminated every gorgeous curve of your body.

While Theo was the kind of sexual partner to want to leave marks all over you — not because he was the jealous type, just the prideful type, he liked everyone to see that he’d won you — you were the kind of sexual partner who liked it rough. You liked to feel his dick more or less pounding against your womb, so close that it almost warranted a trip to Madame Pomfrey. You liked when he thrusted into you fast, but not sloppy, always obeying your comments of ‘faster, Theo’ and ‘honey, please, I need it faster.’ But he couldn’t obey too much, you were very particular about that. He had to make you feel good, but he still had to be in control. It was always best if he gave in to every third or fourth demand, so that you had to beg for it. But the best part about rough sex with Theo? Well, it was what made you such a hypocrite.

“Mate,” Draco gaped at Theo’s back in the locker rooms before quidditch practice, “Did you get into a fight with a werewolf or something?”

Theo frowned in confusion, “What are you talking about?”

Draco motioned for Theo to move into view of the mirror and when he got a good look at his reflection he joined in the gaping. Long, red lines ran down his back like the British army at the Battle of Balaclava. He had become a canvas and you had painted him with your claws. He ought to have them clipped, Merlin’s beard.

The scratches were mostly up and down (go figure), but there were are couple that ran horizontally which Theo couldn’t place the origin of. You had torn him apart, you freak.

And that’s when you stormed into the locker room. Pucey had squealed, that was the first sign that you had entered. The second was the smart-ass warning that escaped Draco’s mouth ( “Look what the cat dragged in… or maybe she herself is the cat,” he said.

“She is the cat’s mother,” you responded, annoyed, and kicked him in the shin.

“My point still stands,” he laughed painfully).

Your hands were covering your eyes so as to not expose yourself to the privates of the entire Slytherin Quidditch team, and Theo thought you looked like a total dork in the cutest way. A pout had settled on your lips to make up for the fact that your frown was also hidden behind your hands.

“Theodore Nott!” You huffed and the locker room broke out into a chorus of ‘ooh’s, “Shut up, all of you — Theodore, look at what you’ve done to my neck.”

“I can’t really see behind your hands, lovey,” said Theo and you swore you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Use your imagination then, I’m sure you remember what you did to me last night — Oh, aren’t you all so mature,” you hissed as the boys erupted into laughter like little children.

You felt Theo’s hands settle on your hipbones as if they were arm rests. He pulled you in until your nose hit his chest and removed your hands from your face. So safe you were in his presence that you couldn’t see any of the other boys around you. With his big eyes that were more ocean-coloured than sky, he stared down at you, and flashed his brilliantly white grin.

“You aren’t much better, you know?” He said with a tone of question in his voice and continued to talk when he realised you didn’t know what he was talking about, “My back?”

He turned for you and upon seeing the mess you had evidently made on his back, you shut your mouth.

“Even?” Asked Theo.

“Even,” you nodded.

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