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The Forest || Lord Voldemort

Synopsis - You're Harry Potter’s twin sister, and the scar on your forehead proved as a constant reminder of that but now, it was burning more than it ever had and you knew he was out there… watching you.

Warnings - NSFW. Dub-Con.

Notes - Characters are aged 18+!

This is based on a character AI bot I created which you can find here.

Word Count - 3.6k.

{Caffeinate Me}

Leaves falling from the trees pepper the forest floor beneath your feet as you walked deeper and deeper into the abyss. You are Harry Potter’s twin sister, and the scar on your forehead proved as a constant reminder of that, but now, it was burning more than it ever had and you knew he was out there… watching you. A crunch of leaves came from behind you, and you twirled around on your heels quickly coming face-to-face with that pale monster from your nightmares. “Hello darling.” Your eyes widened and your breath caught in your throat as he sauntered over to you without a care in the world. The smell of smoke and leather was overpowering as he stood before you.

“What do you want?” Your voice faltered, your fear clearly evident both in your words and your face.

“Oh come now,” Voldemort smirked. “That’s no way to talk to your beloved, is it?”

“My beloved?” You asked, narrowing your eyebrows. The thought alone made you feel sick. Voldemort just chuckled at your question.

“Yes. Your beloved. You may not realise it yet, but you will.”

Your brows furrowed even more at his words, and the sheer audacity of them. He had tried to kill you when you were a baby and now he was calling you his ‘beloved’? You couldn’t help but scoff at his words, a little bit of laughter leaving your throat as you rolled your eyes. “What do you want?” You asked again, this time sounding more confident than before.

“You, of course.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Your voice was laced with confusion and intrigue.

Voldemort took another long stride towards you until now he was right within your personal space. “I want you. I’ve come to take you, to make you mine.”

Your eyes widened yet again and you shook your head violently. “I will never be yours.”

“You must be naive if you truly think that,” Voldemort whispered, his voice low and husky, hitting your ear just right to send shivers up your spine.

“I’m not naive,” you spat.

Voldemort’s breath on your face was hot and overwhelming. Surprisingly, his breath smelt minty, almost as if he had been chewing on a mint moments before this encounter. He leaned into your ear, whispering. “Oh my dear, you’re more naive than you realise.”

The colour drained from your face as his breath fanned across your ear and cheek. He pulled away to stare into your eyes, his icy gaze bore directly into your soul and you couldn’t help but shudder in response. “You’ve been watching me,” you say to him after a few moments of silence.

“Watching you? Yes, I have been watching you, and for quite some time now.”

“Why?”

Voldemort began to circle around you, a tactic he knew would work to make your nerves shoot on edge the second his body left your line of sight. His hand rested on your shoulder and moved to the other almost gracefully as he walked around you. “You intrigue me, young Potter. You’re nothing like your brother.”

“We are different people,” you snapped, turning your head to finally follow his movements.

“I know that, my dear.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“And why should I?” He retorted.

“Because I’m not your ‘dear’,” you spat back.

“Not yet,” he grinned. His grin was toothy and it was enough to send even more shivers down your spine. Eventually, he reached the front of your body after completing a painfully slow circle around you and stopped dead within arms reach. “Tell me, Y/N, are you afraid of me?” You don’t even get a chance to say ‘no’ before he interrupts you. “Don’t lie to me.” Another gulp leaves your throat and all you can do is nod at him. You’d be stupid to say you weren’t afraid of Voldemort. He had been after you and your brother for the past 10 years. He grins widely yet again and reaches a hand out to tuck a piece of stray hair behind your ear, making you shy backwards until you hit a tree. Voldemort stalked towards you, almost as if he were a cat stalking a bird, and placed both of his hands on either side of the tree right next to your head. He had you boxed in now. There was nowhere you could run, and if you tried he would surely make you suffer the consequences for even trying. A pale white hand with extremely long fingernails came up to cup your right cheek, bringing your face closer to his. His aroma was certainly something you hadn’t expected and it was almost intoxicating. You had to shake your head lightly to remind yourself that this man was a monster. And not just any monster, he was the Dark Lord. As if able to read your mind, Voldemort let out a dry chuckle from his throat. “It’s okay to give in to me, darling. Things would be a lot easier if you did.”

“I will never give in to you,” you snapped, moving your head away from his hand.

Voldemort sighed slightly, clearly disappointed with your answer. “Oh my love, you will.” His hand fell down from your cheek to your hip, holding you tightly with an iron grip. You winced at the slight pain in your hip from his hold and tried to break free, but to no avail. “Tell me, what’s going through that pretty head of yours right now?”

A hiccup threatened to erupt from your throat before you finally felt confident enough to answer the Dark Lord. “I’m thinking about how I could kill you right now.”

Another dry chuckle left Voldemort’s lips. “Kill me? Now, now, is that really necessary?” He still wore that annoying grin on his face and it was obvious that he wasn’t the least bit fazed by your threat.

“Necessary? Yes.”

“And what makes you think you could kill me, little one?” He asked, intrigue in his voice. You shrug lightly, unsure of how exactly you would kill him. You could use his own forbidden curse against him, but you were no Dark Witch. At your shrug, Voldemort laughed. A hearty laugh as if you had just told him the most hilarious joke. This frustrated you even more and you struggled against the grip he had on your hips. “You couldn’t kill me if your life depended on it.”

“I’d give it a good go,” you seethed through your teeth. Your eyes turned into little slits as your face scrunched up in anger.

“I could kill you right now, darling, and nobody would come to save you,” he threatened, his laughing coming to a halt. “Does anybody even know you’re out here? All alone?” He asked, narrowing his eyes. You shook your head ever-so-slightly. Of course nobody knew you were out in the forest, alone, in the dead of night. Voldemort grinned yet again and let one of his hands loosen their grip on your hip to retrieve his wand from the inside of his robe. Another breath hitched in your throat as he pressed the tip of his wand to your neck, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. Your life was flashing before your eyes; all the mistakes you made, the bad decisions, everything. He laughed viciously as he saw the tears in your lower lash line. “Oh don’t be so dramatic,” he groaned, rolling his eyes. “Do you really think I would kill you?”

You blinked rapidly, snapping yourself out of your trance. With a wobbly voice, you responded. “Yes.”

Voldemort huffed; however, the tip of his wand remained pressed against your neck. “I’m not here to kill you. I told you, I'm here to make you mine.” At his words, he trailed his wand down your neck, across your collarbone and down the front of your blouse stopping just above the waistline of your skirt. His movements had been slow and seductive as he grinned down at you. You’d be lying if you said there wasn’t a heat pooling between your legs, that your body was betraying you at the evil man stood in front of you. “I can smell you,” he whispered huskily, inhaling the air around the two of you. “Your arousal. It smells so sweet.”

“I’m not aroused,” you snapped back, although you knew that he knew you were lying.

“Oh? You’re not?” He asked casually, another smirk forming on his face. “So if I was to dip a finger down your underwear now, you’d be as dry as a bone?”

“It’s called discharge,” you reply harshly. Voldemort just chuckled at this. He knew you were lying to his face, but he wouldn’t pull you up on it just yet. It was only a matter of time before you fell into his arms and he knew this. “What’s so funny?” You snapped.

“Nothing,” he smirked, waving a hand in front of your face. “I just find it… cute how naive you are.”

“I am not naive!” Voldemort continued his devilish grin at you, one of his hands still grasping your hips tightly while the other remained on his wand stationed just above the waistband of your skirt. He leaned in close to your right ear before nibbling at your lobe. Your breathing was now heavy as his teeth skimmed your skin, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. Fuck. Why was your body betraying you? You felt a jolt of electricity surge through your body as his teeth continued to work at your earlobe, smirking at the noises you were making.

“You make such beautiful sounds, my love,” he whispered, pulling away from your ear slightly to look into your eyes. Immediately you looked away to the left, trying to force the slight blush that was rushing to your cheeks away, or trying to make it so the Dark Lord wouldn’t notice the effect he was having on you. Voldemort wasted no time in kissing your jawline, grunts of approval leaving his lips as your body buckled against his. “Keep making them for me.”

“N-No,” you manage to stammer out. The heat in your cheeks flushing down your body, settling into a dull ache between your thighs.

“No?” Voldemort asked, raising an eyebrow at you. He pulled away from kissing your jaw for a moment to watch the expression on your face, one filled with confusion.

“No,” you repeat more confidently. You puffed your chest out, your breasts pushing against his chest. This action sent Voldemort’s mind into a spiral and his grip on your hip tightened.

He looked down at the tip of his wand resting just above the waistband of your skirt. “Take it off,” he murmured.

“What?”

“Take. It. Off.” Your eyes widened like a deer in headlights as his words processed in your brain. Your heart was hammering against your chest and for good reason. The Dark Lord was telling you to take your skirt off. You went to shake your head in protest, but his grip tightened further. “You don’t have a choice, sweetheart. Take it off.” Your hands shakily made their way to your skirt's waistband, thumbs hooking underneath before pulling it down hesitantly. His hand moved off your hip to give you the means to pull down the item of clothing. You looked up at Voldemort to see him staring at you with a predatory gaze, his wand now tucked delicately back into his robes. Once your skirt pooled at your feet, Voldemort wasted no time in turning you around so you were now facing the tree. Both of his hands now rested on your hips before he felt up your plump ass, squeezing your cheeks together in the palms of his hands. Mumbling something under his breath, Voldemort ripped your underwear from your body and allowed the tattered fabric to float silently down to the forest floor - your pussy now on full display for him to see. You cringed at the fact, and at the feeling of your arousal dripping down your inner thighs.

You wanted to scream, to shout for help, but when you opened your mouth no words were able to come. You found yourself wanting this. One of his feet nestled between your own, forcing your legs apart and ripping a gasp from your throat. Then, a pale slender finger made its way between your thighs, collecting some of your wetness before rubbing slowly at your puffy clit. Already, your knees began to shake. The feeling of pleasure already filling your body and the Dark Lord had barely even touched you. A chuckle brought you out of the little bubble you were in. “Ah, you’re singing so sweetly for me.”

“Shut up,” you grumbled, pathetically attempting to close your legs.

Voldemort just laughed darkly in response, his foot staying firmly in place in order to keep your legs wide open. His finger strummed at your clit almost expertly, pushing you to throws of ecstasy that you hadn’t experienced in a long time. “Are you going to cum from this?” Voldemort asked, a shit eating grin on his face. You sucked your bottom lip between your teeth in an attempt to stop yourself from biting back a harsh response and instead just nodded. “Your pussy is so needy. I already know it’s pulsing for my cock.”

At his words, a cry of pleasure left your lips and your knees began to buckle beneath your weight. Your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave and tears of shame and pleasure fell down your cheeks. The Dark Lord continued his fingers' ruthless assault against your swollen clit until your moans came to a halt and he knew your orgasm had subsided. You were breathing heavily, hands spread out and palms digging into the bark of the forest tree you were facing as if holding on for dear life. You were about to move when you heard the unbuckling of a belt, and the zip of a zipper. Then you felt something heavy and hard pressed up against your ass cheeks. He was big.

Voldemort let his hand grasp the base of his large cock and positioned it at your soaked entrance. Without hesitation, or warning, he pushed the engorged head inside of your cunt forcing a moan to fall from your throat. He whispered praises into your ear as he slowly forced the rest of the inches inside your warm walls and came to a halt, politely giving you a moment to adjust to the foreign sensation invading your body. You took a shaky breath and nodded, giving the Dark Lord the go-ahead to continue. And he did. Mercilessly. His hips snapped against yours and it was as if the world had finally fallen into place for him. This was where he needed to be, forever. Voldemort’s hands grasped your hips tightly as he pounded against you, hitting that sweet spongy spot inside that had you seeing stars already. Nobody had ever fucked you this good, but you’d be damned if you’d say that out loud. “Fuck, you feel so tight,” he growled against your ear, nails digging into your hips. Surely there would be noticeable marks on your hips by the time he was finished with you. “I know you haven’t been fucked for a long time. You think I wasn’t watching you? This whole time, I’ve been in the shadows watching everything you do. Watching everyone you talk to.” At his words, your walls tightened even further, constricting around his cock. This told him everything that he needed to know: you were enjoying this. “Do you like that? The thought of me watching you?” He asked. You nodded your head pathetically, but Voldemort growled in response. “Use your words, my love.”

“Yes,” you gasped out, nails dragging down the bark on the tree in front of you.

“Good girl.”

His praise sent a shockwave through your core and you already felt your second orgasm approaching. You felt ashamed. Ashamed that the man who had tried to kill both you and your brother when you were just babies was making you cum. Ashamed that his cock was drilling in and out of your tight hole. Ashamed that you were loving every moment of it. One of Voldemort’s hands moved from your hips to cup your covered breast, bouncing with the force of his thrusts. He squeezed tightly, another moan slipping past your pursed lips.

“I-I can’t!” You cried out, throwing your head back to rest on his shoulder.

Voldemort brought his lips to yours, smashing against yours and immediately slipping his tongue inside of your mouth. His tongue wasted no time in fighting for dominance and his hips never faltered, his rhythm almost out of this world. Your heart continued to beat out of your chest but the second his lips attached to yours, you felt it stop for a second. He groaned into your mouth as your cunt fluttered around his cock, signalling how close you were to your release. He kissed you feverishly, almost desperately before pulling away. A string of saliva connecting your lips. “You can’t? You can’t what, my sweet?” Voldemort asked, a dry laugh on the tip of his tongue.

“I can’t cum again,” you whimpered, your body already feeling as though it was going limp against his.

He continued to thrust against you at an ungodly pace, his cock threatening to spill his own release inside of you at any minute. “You can. I can feel it. Play with your clit,” he demanded. Almost immediately one of your hands fell from the tree in front of you to between your legs, playing with the throbbing bundle of nerves. The second your fingers touched the little bud, it was like a dam breaking. Your entire body shivered with the force of your orgasm, a cry-like scream of Voldemort’s name falling from your lips. Your cunt quivered around his cock, which in turn caused the Dark Lord to spill his seed deep inside of your womb without hesitation. “Fuck Y/N,” he growled, almost angrily. His hips continued to mash against yours, albeit slower, as his creamy cum filled you. Your eyes widened as you realised he had cum inside of you without warning you first, and rage filled your senses. When his cum had stopped pouring inside of you, Voldemort pulled out of you and took a step back admiring his spend which was already dripping from your tight hole. “You look so beautiful like this.” Voldemort used a hand to spread your ass cheeks apart to truly admire the mess he had made before zipping himself back up into his trousers. He tapped your ass cheek with the palm of his hand and grinned at you.

When he made no attempt to move, or do anything but look at you, you bent down to pick up your skirt and tattered underwear from the forest floor. Shame and fear bubbled in your gut. Now he had gotten what he wanted, was he going to finally kill you? You turned to look at him once you were decent again, taking note of the way he stared at you. There was a hint of an emotion in his eyes that you couldn’t quite recognise. “So what? Are you going to kill me now?” You asked bitterly.

“Kill you?” Voldemort asked, snorting as if it was the most ridiculous question in the world. You nodded your head in response. The Dark Lord shook his head. “No. You’re mine now and nothing can change that. You will meet me here again, tomorrow night. At the same time.”

Your heart dropped, and yet simultaneously beat quicker with excitement. Was this the beginning of a love between good and evil? “I will?” You asked, voice trembling.

“Yes, you will. And if you don’t there will be consequences, my love.” You didn’t even want to ask what the consequences would be. You knew with it being a threat from the Dark Lord himself that it couldn’t be anything good. You simply just nodded your head in understanding. “Run along then, my dear. But don’t forget, I’ll be watching you from the shadows. Don’t be telling anybody about tonight. I shall know everything.”

You nod your head and look towards the castle grounds before looking back at Voldemort, almost as if asking for permission to run off. When he nodded his head, you bolted for the castle, desperate to flop into your warm bed where you knew you would be out of harm's way. You hadn’t even gotten halfway to the castle and you could feel the warmth of the blankets smothering you. When you arrived back at your dorm, everyone was already asleep. It made it much easier for you to sneak back inside undetected and avoid the questions of “where have you been?”. You quickly pull on a pair of underwear, throwing your torn ones underneath your pillow to throw away in the morning and got into your comfiest pair of pyjamas. Your bed was so warm and welcoming after everything that you fell asleep almost immediately. When you woke up the next morning, your body was sore. You had woken up to being the only one left in the dorm room and took the time to inspect the countless fingermarks peppering your hips - they were certainly as clear as day, and you knew you couldn’t let anybody see them. There would certainly be questions as to who would leave such marks on you. But the main question was, would you rendezvous with Voldemort again as he had instructed?

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atypicalamortentia · 9 days

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Where I've Been

Hi guys,

As some of you may have noticed I've been inactive for a while. I just wanted to share with you as to why (trigger warning);

I was in hospital for a few days after an attempt to end my life after I, stupidly, came off my meds on my own accord. It was no ones fault but my own as my psychiatrist had heavily advised against coming off of them, but due to ED thoughts and weight gain related to my medication I didn't listen. Since then, my life has been extremely rocky and motivation has been at an all time low.

My fiancé and I have had to move out of our apartment and back in with my mother-in-law due to not being able to live on our own as a result of financial difficulties. Although this has financially been better for me, emotionally and physically it has been draining. Having to mask how I feel every day has left me exhausted pretty much 24/7 and just when a spark of motivation to write occurs, it disappears almost immediately.

Thank you to everyone who has sent messages, both on and off anon, to see if I'm still alive and if I'll be updating soon - hopefully I'll be able to push out some content soon. And thank you to everyone who has engaged with my account and dropped a follow despite the lack of updates! It means so much to me. I love you all.

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atypicalamortentia · 2 months

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it's akready 1am and I've been re-reading all your written works are so chefkiss, wish you can write a spicy Gareth oneshot though, rereading your headcannons made me just so AHHHHHH😩

Shouldn't || Garreth Weasley

Synopsis - You meet up with Garreth in Hogsmeade after promising yourself you wouldn't...

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - Characters are aged 18+!

Word Count - 2.9k.

{Caffeinate Me} || {TikTok}

Your relationship with Sebastian Sallow started five years ago: five long, yet blissful years. You were engaged to him, living together and overall extremely happy with your relationship.

Since leaving Hogwarts, after everything that had happened, you had developed some issues with your mental health - everything seemed like a chore to you and your mood was constantly up and down. Sebastian was nothing if not supportive, always reassuring you that everything was okay and that he was there for you through thick and thin: he wouldn’t have put that ring on your finger otherwise. So why was it, when Garreth Weasley got in contact with you again after all these years, did you find yourself suddenly unhappy in your relationship? Garreth was all you could think about and you found yourself talking to him constantly, even when Sebastian was sitting next to you. It was definitely getting out of control.

“Garreth, we shouldn’t meet,” you had said to him over the phone.

“Why?” Came his voice, angelic like.

“Because I don’t trust myself,” you replied honestly. Your response had taken Garreth back, but he had agreed. He didn’t necessarily trust himself either.

Garreth had always had a crush on you, even when you were at school. He knew he should leave you alone, being engaged to Sebastian and all, but he couldn’t help himself. When you texted him first thing in the morning, it made his heart swell. When you updated him on your day, it made him smile. And when you texted him goodnight, he yearned for you. He simply couldn’t get enough. He spent so many lonely nights with his cock in his hand, jerking himself off to photo’s of you on social media and listening to voice notes you had sent of you just explaining how you felt. He had it bad for you, and he knew it. Equally you were no better. Fingering your tight cunt to his voice notes back to you, his soothing voice like music to your ears as you came undone. Sebastian just wasn’t cutting it for you anymore and you felt so guilty.

Despite agreeing that you wouldn’t meet up together, you found yourself stood in Hogsmeade playing with your fingers nervously as you waited for Garreth. Your engagement ring on your finger, a reminder of what you were betraying by indulging in your fantasies. “Y/N?” His voice came, pulling you out of your guilt-filled trance.

“Garreth!” You forced a smile and immediately wrapped your arms around him, hiding your face in his chest and inhaling his scent.

“You okay darling?” He asked, the pet name rolling from his tongue was as sweet as honey. You nodded, looking up at him, that same forced smile on your face. Garreth kissed the top of your head, forcing a blush to rise to your cheeks. “How are you really?” Garreth asked, raising an eyebrow at you. He knew you had been struggling lately and wanted to make sure you were doing okay.

“I’m okay,” you said softly as you returned to playing with your ring. There was something about him that had butterflies fluttering around in your stomach. “How are you?” You asked back.

“I’m good now that you’re here,” he grinned down at you, watching intently as you bit your bottom lip nervously.

“What should we do?” You asked as you looked around at the shops in Hogsmeade. There were so many things you could do together, but your mind was on one thing and one thing only. Being this close to him was intoxicating, especially after all the back and forth flirting you had been doing over the phone.

“We could go to The Three Broomsticks. Grab a drink?” Garreth suggested.

“That sounds like a good idea,” you nodded as you began to walk in the direction of the pub.

You felt Garreth grasp your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as you walked. You immediately felt your heart skip a beat upon the contact and your palms began to get slightly sweaty, but Garreth didn’t seem to mind. Instead, he just held your hand tighter as you walked to The Three Broomsticks. When you entered you found a spot in the corner, somewhere you couldn’t be seen unless someone was really looking for you. Even though you were simply just ‘meeting a friend’ your intentions felt seedy, especially since the wetness between your legs continued to grow at Garreth’s touch. “So,” Garreth smiled as you sat down in the booth. “What shall we have? Firewhiskey?”

“That sounds delightful,” you smiled.

Garreth walked away and went to the bar to order your drinks. Within moments he was back holding two glasses of firewhiskey. “Here you go beautiful,” he said, sliding the glass to you with a wink. You couldn’t help but blush as you immediately sipped on the fiery liquid. It burnt down your throat and you pulled a funny face that had Garreth smirking at you. “Burning?”

“Yeah,” you replied, sticking your tongue out in disgust.

“That’s the best part,” he smiled, taking a sip of his own drink. “Have you never had a firewhiskey before?”

“Only once back at Hogwarts with Sebastian,” you replied honestly. Garreth rolled his eyes at the mention of your fiance, jealousy bubbling slightly in his gut. The fact you chose to marry Sallow over anyone else really grinded his gears. “Have you?”

“Oh all the time,” Garreth responded. “It’s one of my favourites to drink on a night out in Hogsmeade.”

“Really?” You asked, taking another sip.

“Yeah,” Garreth replied. He continued drinking until there was nothing left in his glass, placing it down rather loudly on the table. “Oops, sorry!” He said, laughing slightly.

“How on earth did you drink that so fast?”

“Practice,” Garreth grinned. You rolled your eyes and placed your half empty cup down onto the table next to Garreth’s empty one. You both decided to chat about your time at Hogwarts, laughing and joking at some of his failed attempts to impress during potions class. It was always the way with him: experiment after experiment.

You were now three glasses of firewhiskey in and your vision was starting to go blurry. “I didn’t think you’d want to meet with me,” you slurred.

Garreth grasped your thigh under the table and gave it a slight squeeze. “Why not?” He asked, leaning in towards you.

“Well you said you wouldn't trust yourself if you met up with me,” you whispered, eyes drifting down to his lips.

“So did you,” he pointed out.

“Trust yourself with what, exactly?”

“I don’t trust myself to not fuck your brains out,” his voice came out like a whisper in your ear, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Arousal grew in your stomach at his words and you knew in that moment there was no coming back from this.

“Oh really?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. You knew you shouldn’t start something, but you couldn’t help it.

“Yeah. Really,” Garreth’s voice was still a breathy whisper against your earlobe: something that drove you mad. His hand on your thigh tightened its grip and his thumb gently stroked your exposed skin. Of course you chose today of all day’s to wear the new skirt you had bought. “Do you want to fuck me as badly as I want to fuck you?” He asked. You couldn’t respond with words, not trusting them to come out in a calm and cool manner, so instead you just nodded your head. Garreth let out a slight chuckle as he moved his face even closer to yours, lips skimming your cheek. Your heart was beating a million miles an hour at this point and despite the alcohol that had clouded your senses, you could clearly see where this was going to end up. “Kiss me,” he begged, his lips chasing yours within an instant. You closed the gap completely, pressing your lips against his firmly. Butterflies continued to explode in your stomach as Garreth’s tongue licked your bottom lip, clearly wanting entrance into your mouth. You opened your mouth slightly, giving the ginger-haired male exactly what he wanted. A groan of approval left his lips the second his tongue brushed against yours. The kiss was passionate, dominant, something you hadn’t realised you had needed in a long time.

When you pulled away, you looked at Garreth through your lashes, blinking rapidly at him. You were most certainly swept away by the kiss. “Do you want to leave?” You asked seductively. Garreth just nodded his head, removing his hand from your thigh and standing up. Like the true gentleman he was, he offered you his hand to take once he had stepped out of the booth before dragging you outside The Three Broomsticks.

“Where do you wanna go?” Garreth asked, looking you up and down while biting his lip.

“Anywhere,” you replied breathlessly. Sebastian wasn’t home today, he was working, providing for the small family you had together, but you didn’t think you’d be able to make it back to your house before you passed out from the sheer amount of arousal you were feeling. “How about down there?” You asked, pointing to a secluded alley.

Garreth led you down the secluded alleyway, immediately pushing you against the wall when you were out of earshot, and sight, of the others in Hogsmeade. His lips attached against yours so rapidly that you let out a little squeak of surprise before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you. It felt so wrong and yet so right at the same time. The pair of you wasted no time: Garreth had bunched your skirt up to your waist, pushing your underwear to the sides of your puffy, soaking folds while you unbuckled his trousers, feeling the strain of his erection through his boxers. He was hard, oh so painfully hard. “Merlin, I want to taste you,” Garreth whimpered, dropping to his knees and forcing one of your legs over his shoulders so he could get at the perfect angle. The one leg holding you up buckled the second his tongue came into contact with your slit, hands flying to his hair almost immediately in a futile attempt to stop his ruthless assault.

“We - ah - we don’t have time for this!” You pouted, watching as his tongue darted into your tight hole and out again, returning to your clit. You were embarrassed to admit you were almost close to cumming.

“Just a few more seconds,” came Garreth’s muffled voice as he slurped at your sensitive nub. “You taste so good.”

“You really think so?” You asked, one of your hands covering your blushing face. Garreth just nodded, licking you with as much fever as he could. The way he was going at it just did something to you: no one had ever eaten you out like this before. Garreth prodded a finger at your entrance, teasing you before pushing it in slowly, his lips still attached to your clit. “Oh Merlin!” You cried out, covering your mouth with your hand to muffle the sounds escaping your lips.

“Cumming already?” Garreth teased as he pulled away from you for a split second, allowing your juices to squirt from you like they never had before. Your legs shook violently, back arching against the wall in an attempt to keep yourself upright as your orgasm washed over you. Shamelessly, Garreth opened his mouth, catching as much of your squirt in his mouth as he could as he pumped his finger in and out of you, clearly pushing you over the edge. You were overstimulated for sure. When you had stopped squirting, Garreth placed a chaste kiss to your now throbbing clit and looked up at you. “Are you ready for me baby girl?”

“Yes, oh please,” you begged, voice babbling. Your brain was fuzzy.

Garreth unhooked your leg from his shoulder and stood up, grasping your hips and turning you around to face the wall. You stuck your arse out as much as you could as your companion pulled his aching cock out of his boxers. He spread your cheeks, admiring the way you clenched around nothing as you anticipated his cock. You were practically shaking. Garreth grabbed the base of his cock and gave it a few experimental pumps before lining himself up with your entrance and slowly inserting himself inside of you. The pain of the stretch felt too good and a wanton moan left your lips. Garreth’s hand quickly placed itself over your mouth to cover up the noise, not wanting to gain any attention from the passersby. He took a second before beginning to move, his hips slowly snapping against yours. Not even Garreth could help the moan that fell from his lips. You felt better than he’d ever imagined. You were so tight and warm and wet, and were sucking him inside of your body.

“More,” your voice croaked at him.

“More?” He asked teasingly. You nodded your head as Garreth continued to thrust against you harder, hitting that sweet spot inside of you already. All thoughts of your fiance were out of your mind, there was no guilt at the current moment and it felt good. You grasped the wall tightly, nails dragging down the stone as Garreth’s hand fell from your mouth to your hips, angling you in a way that had his cock pressing deeper inside of you. You wanted to yelp, but you couldn’t. You bit your lip, hard, and squeezed your eyes shut as his movements sped up. His cock was huge, definitely not what you had imagined from the somewhat nerdy potions boy from school. His cockhead kissed your cervix as he continued to pound against you, lips tracing your exposed neck as he breathed heavily. “Fuck Y/N, you feel so good.” You wanted to say that he felt good too, but all that came out of your mouth was a string of “fuck”’s and “shit”’s. Tears welled up in your eyes as his pace became more and more ruthless, all that desperation and wanting had left him so pent up the last few weeks that all he could think about was cumming inside of your sweet cunt. A hand fell from your hips to strum your clit once again, pushing you to the brink of a second orgasm. Garreth could tell from the way your walls were clenching around him. “It’s okay baby girl, let it go,” he cooed against your neck.

Almost on command you did. Your second orgasm washed over you. Your head slumped against the cool brick of the wall as you bit your lip once again to stop yourself from screaming. This time, your entire body shook, pleasure shooting up your form as you came. It was an experience like you had never had before, but the guilt hadn’t set in yet. “Fuck, Garreth!” You whimpered pathetically, hand slapping at the wall in front of you.

“I’m gonna cum now baby girl, okay?” Garreth asked. You nodded in response, feeling the force of his thrusts become more brutal by the second as he reached his own release. “Shit. Fuck. Shit!” Garreth called out, his cock twitching ruthlessly inside you as thick ropes of cum spurted deep into your womb. As his hips stilled against yours, your mind began to process everything that had happened. You felt his hot mixture inside of you, something you hadn’t felt in years. Sebastian was always insistent on wearing protection to prevent pregnancy, but Garreth didn’t seem to mind the possibility. Either that, or he just didn’t care. He pulled out of you slowly, the cool air against his now softening cock made his entire body shiver. Within seconds he was fully zipped up and pulling your underwear back over your cunt, and your skirt back down over your arse. He turned you back around to face him, pulling you close against his body and kissing the top of your head. “I love you,” he mumbled.

Your eyes went wide as you looked up at him. “You… Love me?” You asked, slightly confused.

“Yes, fuck yes I do. I love you,” Garreth chuckled. He pressed another kiss to the top of your head and smiled. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

“I don’t wanna go home yet,” you whispered, nuzzling into his chest.

“Then why don’t you come to my home?” Garreth offered. Again, you looked up at him in surprise.

“Really?” You asked.

“Yeah! My parents are gone for a few days, why don’t you come round for an hour?” He suggested.

You looked at the time and nodded, knowing Sebastian wasn’t going to be home for a few more hours. You took Garreth up on the offer. You used Floo Flames to travel to his home and quickly nestled yourself in his bed. The warmth of the covers soothing you as the guilt began to eat at your gut. You practically made your bed, and now you had to face the consequences. But you were stuck with what you were going to do. You loved two men, how was that even possible? You sighed as Garreth lay down next to you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before pulling you close yet again. He stroked your hair until you finally fell asleep, dreaming of your adulterous escapade. You’d figure out what to do later, but for now, you just wanted to be in Garreth’s arms.

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Their Reactions To You Reading A Spicy Book

Synopsis - The boys reactions to you reading a spicy book.

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - Characters aged 18+!

Word Count - 1.6k.

{Caffeinate Me}

{TikTok}

SEBASTIAN SALLOW walks in on you reading a spicy book in the Undercroft. At first, he’s completely unaware of the contents of the book, that is, until he takes it off you and begins to read the lewd words aloud. Your face heats up as he reads, his eyes wandering to your form every now and then. He stops mid sentence and stares at you, “you’re seriously reading this when I’m right here?” He asks, folding his arms.

“I thought you were busy!” You exclaim, throwing your arms up into the air. “Besides, it’s just a book.”

“An extremely raunchy book by the sounds of it,” Sebastian grins, throwing the book onto the conjured sofa you were sitting on. He practically launches himself onto you, kissing you as if his life depended on it.

When he pulls away from you, Sebastian is grinning like a mad man. “What?” You ask softly, almost breathless from his kiss.

“Why don’t we enact some of that book out, hm?” He asks with a hum, fingers trailing down to buttons of your blouse.

“Sebastian!” You gasp, face blushing red.

“What? Don’t tell me you’re going shy now,” he grinned. “I liked the part where he spat in her mouth. Are you going to let me spit in your mouth, pretty thing?” With wide eyes you find yourself nodding slowly, watching as Sebastian’s eyes lit up. “Then let’s not waste another moment.”

Let’s just say, after the intense sex that has Sebastian cumming multiple times, he is more intrigued by the books you read.

OMINIS GAUNT is blind, so obviously he can’t see what it is that you’re reading. Sure, he’s enquired about what you read before but you’ve always said they were cheesy romance novels, something you didn’t think he’d be interested in. It’s when you’re reading one evening, next to him in bed, that you feel it’s probably appropriate to tell him what kind of books you’re actually reading. “Ominis, are you awake?” You asked, gently shaking his shoulder to gain his attention.

He stirs for a moment before sitting up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and facing his head towards your general direction. “What is it sweetheart?” He asks softly.

“Wanted to tell you about this book I’m reading,” you say shyly, closing the book and placing it on your lap. Ominis nodded as you began explaining the plot to the book: a woman escapes death and is being stalked by a ‘faceless man’ both in her waking and sleeping life. “And then they have rough sex in the shower.”

Ominis’s eyes widen as the words leave your lips, completely not expecting them to fall so effortlessly. He almost choked on his saliva. He was that surprised. “I’m sorry, what?” He asks, wanting to make sure he had heard you properly.

“They have sex in the shower,” you repeat, an awkward smile on your face.

“You read smut?” He asks, eyes still wide as his head continues to look in your general direction. You hum at him in response and watch as his face contorts into a sly smile. “So you don’t read cheesy romance novels?”

“Sometimes!” You defend quickly. “But most of the time, it’s smutty goodness.”

Ominis’s hand finds yours on your lap and he brings it up to his lips, pressing soft kisses to the back of your hand. “Well, do you want to go and have some shower sex?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. You pinched your legs together, desperate for some sort of friction between your pulsating cunt. “Use your words baby.”

“Yes please baby,” you whisper back almost breathlessly.

“Come on then,” he smirked, removing his lips from the back of your hand. “And I promise, you won’t ever be able to read that scene again without thinking of me when we’re finished.”

GARRETH WEASLEY likes to read with you. Finds it’s a nice bonding experience for the two of you, but there is something about the most recent book you had picked up that felt different to him. Yes, the author was different, the writing style was different, but there wasn’t really a plot to it… it was just, porn. You couldn’t help but squeeze your legs together as you got up to a particularly raunchy part of the book, all of which didn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend. He raises an eyebrow and looks away from the sensual book scene to focus on your face, your own eyebrows knitted together as you squirmed uncomfortably. “Are you okay, pet?” Garreth asks you with a sly grin on his lips.

“Mhm,” you respond, your hum a slightly higher pitch indicating that you were, in fact, lying to him.

Removing his arm from around your shoulders, Garreth places a hand on your thigh and squeezes slightly. “Getting a little bit worked up there, sweetheart?” He leans in against your ear, whispering seductively. You can’t help but bite your bottom lip, trying to stop a low groan from emitting from your throat. You place the bookmark into the book and close it, turning to Garreth with a look of desperation on your face. “Do you need some help, bunny?” You nod at him and almost immediately, his fingers hook up your skirt and play with the fabric of your underwear. “You’re so wet darling, maybe we should read spicy books together more often if this is where it’ll lead.”

Garreth climbed on top of you, pressing his lips to your neck and sucking at your flesh. “Don’t tease me,” you whimper softly, arching your back as Garreth’s fingers prod at your entrance.

“As you wish, pet,” he growled. Let’s just say, if he was going to fuck you that way everytime, you’d ready smutty books together more often.

LEANDER PREWETT isn’t one for reading, so when you read he usually leaves you to your own devices but today was different. You were sitting in the Room Of Requirement with Leander by your side when a soft noise escapes your lips. Your eyes widen and dart towards your boyfriend who is just as surprised as you are at the noise that slipped past your lips. “What was that?” He asks, obviously teasing you.

“Don’t know,” came your response as you casted your eyes back down to the pages of your book.

Leander watches as you turn your attention back to the book in your hand, admiring the way your face scrunches up as you mime the words. Leander was interested now. “Whatcha reading?” He asks after a few seconds of watching you.

“Nothing!” You exclaim, closing the book shut with a slam and turning your attention to your boyfriend.

Leander smirked at you, “hiding something, are we?”

“N-No,” you stuttered.

“Let me just…” Leander yanked the book out of your hand, opening it to the page you were on before scanning the words. His eyes widened at the crude words in front of him. “You’re reading this filth?”

“It’s interesting,” you mumble, trying to reach out to take back the book.

“Interesting? What’s interesting is that you’re getting horny over words on a page,” Leander snorts.

“I didn’t say I was horny!”

“Oh sweetie, it’s obvious,” Leander grins down at you, throwing the book across the room and allowing it to land on the floor with a slight thud. “Need some help baby girl?” You bite down on your bottom lip and nod slightly, embarrassed by the whole ordeal. “You just sit back and let me do what I need to do baby, I’ll take care of you better than a stupid book ever could.”

A low moan leaves your throat as Leander forces your legs open, bunching your skirt up around your hips and tugging your underwear to the side. He made you cum twice on his tongue before he finally fucked you the way you needed it after reading that book.

AMIT THAKKAR is the one who introduced you to spicy books but he didn’t think they’d become a daily occurrence for you. Every book you read outside of classes had some level of smut in them. He even gave you recommendations when you first started reading them, handing you book after book and simply exclaiming, “you’ll love them.”

Now you were sitting in the library reading a particularly hardcore smutty book that you had discovered on your own when Amit approached you. Peering over your shoulders, he briefly read the erotic scene before looking at you with wide eyes. “What?” You ask him, raising an eyebrow.

“This is… different,” Amit said, motioning towards the book you were holding.

“Different? How?” You ask, tilting your head to the side in slight confusion.

“Knife play, gunplay, blood play,” Amit read aloud, “the list goes on…”

“What’s wrong with that?” You asked, eyebrow raising as you closed the book slowly.

“N-Nothing!” Amir stuttered, his face blushing bright red. “I just, I didn’t think you’d be into that.”

“I just love reading smut now, thanks to you,” you reminded him, placing the book on the table.

“Well if you’re into that, there’s actually something I want to try,” Amit mumbled shyly under his breath. He whipped his wand out of his robes and began to trace your thigh with it, getting closer and closer to your sopping clothed cunt. Your eyes widened when you realised what he meant, a blush spreading across your own cheeks now. “If you’re up for it,” he whispered, kissing your cheek.

“Meet me in the astronomy tower, five minutes,” you giggled. Standing up you rushed to the astronomy tower where, true to his word, Amit met you. He might not have had a knife, or a gun to fulfil your seemingly dark desires, but he had a wand and boy, did you make a mess of it.

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Out Of Bed || Percy Weasley

Synopsis - Your Prefect boyfriend finds you wandering the halls of Hogwarts at night.

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - I'd like to thank @imagrindylow and @ellivenollivander for the story idea, title and motivation 💚

Word Count - 1.7k.

{Caffeinate Me}

{Instagram} || {TikTok}

It was late, too late for you to be wandering the halls of Hogwarts but yet there you were. Your dressing gown was wrapped tightly around your body, shielding you from the cool air that surrounded you as you walked, admiring the live paintings that covered the walls. You were about to turn and head back to your dorm room, suddenly feeling sleepy, when a hand grasped your forearm forcing you around to face the owner of the hand. It was your beloved prefect boyfriend: Percy Weasley. “What are you doing out of bed?” He asked, eyebrows furrowing at you. His voice was stern and you knew that he was in prefect mode.

“I was just going back to my common room,” you said, your voice quiet as you shied away from his gaze.

“That doesn’t answer my question,” Percy frowned, his grip on your forearm tightening slightly.

“Percy, you’re hurting me,” you mumbled softly trying to pull your arm away from his grasp. He didn’t say anything in response, no mumbled apology, he just let go of your arm.

“Now I’m going to ask you again,” he said, nodding his head at you slightly. “What are you doing out of bed? You shouldn’t be skulking around the halls at this time of night,” Percy frowned sternly.

“I wasn’t skulking!” You exclaimed, frowning right back at him.

“I think that’s exactly what you were doing,” he scolded you, folding his arms across his chest. Oh, he was definitely in prefect mode right now, there was no sight of your usually loving boyfriend. His eyes narrowed at you, waiting for a comeback from you but you remained silent. “Are you going to answer me?” He snapped, forcing you to purse your lips and shake your head. Usually you’d have no problem arguing with him. You argued with him on the daily about things that didn’t even matter, lovingly of course, but when he was in prefect mode you knew that he wouldn’t hesitate to tell a professor about your antics and you certainly didn’t feel like getting into trouble with a professor tonight. “Y/N, answer me right now,” he demanded. You opened your mouth to speak but no words left your lips. His hand flew to your forearm once again, grasp as tight as before, as he dragged you to a nearby broom cupboard.

“What on Earth?” You squeaked quietly as he pushed you inside roughly.

“You should really learn to respect those who are above you and answer them when you’re spoken to,” he growled, turning you around to face the cold stone wall. His hand fell from your arm quickly and bunched up your nightgown and nightdress around your hips, revealing your underwear to him.

“Percy what are you doing?” You asked, eyes wide.

A rough smack was planted against your covered arse cheek, causing you to let out a loud mewl and arch your back slightly. “Oh, now you’re questioning me?” Percy hissed between his teeth. Another smack connected with your cheek, stinging the skin under the thin fabric of your underwear. “You don’t get to question me right now. I’m just doing my duty as a prefect. You’re the one in the wrong here Y/N.” Without another word, Percy used his hand that wasn’t holding your clothes against your hips to rip your underwear off your body, tearing it into two pieces. You let out a squeal of surprise as he let the thin fabric drop to the floor silently and felt the cool air of the cupboard hit your now exposed pussy. “Does this excite you?” Percy asked with a raised eyebrow as he sank to his knees to admire your dripping slick. You just nodded your head, too embarrassed to say anything in response.

Percy grinned slightly before pressing his lips to your folds, darting his tongue out between his mouth to taste you. A soft moan escaped your lips as his tongue trailed your folds and landed on your sensitive bundle of nerves, one hand still gripping at the clothes against your hips. “O-Oh!” You whimpered, nails digging into the stone of the wall in front of you as Percy continued to lap at your cunt like a dog starved.

“Now are you going to be a good girl and listen to me when I tell you to cum on my tongue?” Percy asked, freehand smoothing over the supple skin of your arse. All you could do was nod, legs buckling beneath you as you felt your orgasm approach already. Percy was skilled with his tongue, knew exactly what to do, how to do it and just how you liked it. You loved it when he sucked on your clit, biting softly at the pulsating bud between your legs with his teeth and tugging ever so slightly. “Cum for me, you bad girl.”

“Percy,” you whimpered, biting your bottom lip.

“Cum,” he growled. On command you came apart, moaning his name like a prayer to the Gods over and over again as he continued to lap at your pussy. Your arousal soaked his face, shamelessly and Percy didn’t stop until your legs gave in, causing you to fall onto your knees. “Good girl,” he praised, rubbing the small of your back ever so gently.

You gave a weak chuckle but immediately stopped when you heard Percy unzip his trousers. “W-We can’t! Not here!”

“Yeah, because you’re such a stickler for rules, huh?” Percy smirked, pumping his erect cock softly before slipping it up your folds and soaking it with your wetness. Your eyes widened as he pushed his leaking tip into your tight hole, teasing you. You arched your back lightly, trying to force the rest of him inside of you but Percy was quicker. He held your hips tightly forcing you to stay still as he slowly inched himself inside of you, biting his lip to suppress the moan threatening to spill from his throat. “Shit you’re - ah - so tight.” Once he was fully bottomed out inside of you, Percy gave you no time to adjust to his large length as he began to slam against your hips desperately. He was so frustrated from you being out of bed and breaking the rules that he needed to release the tension somehow.

“Percy,” you whined, backing yourself up on him, slowly bouncing on his cock as he continued to thrust against you. At your whine, Percy felt his cock twitch inside your smooth walls. It was like music to his ears to hear you moan his name so lewdly. Obscene squelching sounds filled the cupboard as he continued to pound his dick in and out of your dripping hole, desperate to reach his release. You could feel his untrimmed pubic hairs scratching against your clit further intensifying your pleasure as you bounced, eyes rolling into the back of your head as your second orgasm approached.

“Fuck,” Percy hissedm pulling out of you for a second. You looked back at him over your shoulder, confused. “Was going to cum. I wanna get one more out of you before I fuck my cum into you.” You blushed profusely at his words and placed a hand between your legs to strum at your clit, wanting to cum quickly so your boyfriend could get his clearly much needed release. “Not that I think you deserve it,” he mumbled underneath his breath. Your eyes widened at his words but didn’t get a minute to respond before he was slipping himself back inside of you, hands grasping at your hips tightly. Your body bounced forward from the sheer intensity of his thrusts but you weren’t complaining.

“C-Cumming!” You cried out as you quickly moved your hand away from your clit, squirting onto the stone floor and leaving a wet patch in your wake. Percy’s eyes widened: that was the first time you’d ever squirted with him. “Fuck! I can’t stop cumming,” you whined as liquid after liquid gushed out of you. When you had finally finished, Percy nodded, knowing that you were now properly satisfied and slammed against you with more force than ever before. Your cunt fluttering around his cock pushed Percy over the edge and within the blink of an eye, he was spilling his cum deep inside of you. His hips stuttered with each movement he made and your name left his lips softly, hands tightening around the fat of your hips as if you’d slip away if he let go.

“Just be a good girl for once and take it,” Percy growled as his movements stilled. You nodded enthusiastically, feeling his cum fill you up to the brim until neither of you could stand it anymore. With a lewd pop, he pulled his cock out of you and watched as his spend dribbled a tiny bit from your hole. “Good girl,” he breathed, bending down to place a trail of kisses on your back.

“If that is what I get when I’m out of bed, I think I’ll do it more often,” you grinned, smoothing down your now creased nightdress and nightgown and wrapping them around your body.

“Next time I’ll tell the professors,” Percy grumbled. “Don’t let me catch you again. Now go back to your dorm room, I have a duty to do.”

“Sir, yes sir,” you said, giving him a mocking salute before pressing a kiss to his lips before leaving the cupboard alone and heading back to your dorm room for the night.

Percy pulled his trousers back up and readjusted his appearance before exiting the cupboard himself and going about his prefect duties. He watched you turn the corner as you headed back to your common room, shaking his head as you disappeared down the darkness of the halls. “Next time, be quieter,” a painting hissed at Percy. “You’ll get caught otherwise.”

“Oh shut up,” Percy groaned, rolling his eyes before walking off in the opposite direction. He secretly hoped that he’d find you wandering the corridors again so he could give you more of a brutal punishment. He might take his prefect duties seriously, but when it came to you, you were a weakness he couldn’t seem to ignore.

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I Made A TikTok For Imagines!!

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🦊 I WISH YOU’D TALK MORE ABOUT PERCY

ALL U GOTTA DO IS ASK BBYG AND I'LL DO IT<3

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DIVA YES YOU SHOULD ALWAYS KEEP WRITING YOU SLAY ME EVERY FUCKING DAY AND I LOVE YOU AND YOUR WONDERFUL WORK

i’m sobbing thank you so much, mwah! 💋

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hey, your HP writes are amazing❤️

hello beautiful, this means so much to me❤️ recently, i've been feeling rather down about my writing and wondering if I should continue, so thank you for keeping me motivated

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hello loves,

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You Invite Them Back To Your Dorm

Synopsis - The boys reactions to you inviting them back to your dorm room.

Warnings - Slightly suggestive.

Notes - Characters aged up to 18+!

Word Count - 0.7k.

{Caffeinate Me}

You’re in the middle of a heated make-out session in the restricted section of the library with SEBASTIAN SALLOW when you ask him. He pulls away from your lips for a moment to breathe when you finally ask “do you want to come back to my dorm room?” Immediately, Sebastian nods his head. His fingers lace with yours and the next thing you know, you’re being dragged back to your dorm room. Sebastian pushes you into your dorm room without a care in the world, throwing you on to your bed before attaching his lips to your neck. It’s needless to say, it doesn’t take long before your clothes are scattered around the place and the brown-haired, freckled male is thrusting inside of you haphazardly.

You and OMINIS GAUNT are in the Undercroft practising some spells when you ask him. Ominis looks in your general direction, almost as if asking you to repeat your question again. “Ominis? Do you want to come or not?” Ominis nods his head and smiles lazily at you as you grab his hand and lead him out of the Undercroft. You lead him to your common room before pulling him in, mindlessly saying hello to all your friends. You and Ominis sit on your bed cuddling and just talk for hours, maybe you guys make-out a little bit, but Ominis feels uncomfortable taking it any further with your friends just outside the door.

You’re helping GARRETH WEASLEY with one of his potion concoctions. You’re admiring him when the words just slip out of your lips. He looks at you, slightly stunned for a moment before grinning widely. “I’d love to accompany you back to your dorm room.” You help him finish cleaning up the mess he, of course, made before grabbing his cloak and pulling him to your dorm. When you reach your room, you pull the Weasley inside and close the door quietly behind the two of you before sitting on your bed and dangling your legs off the edge. “So,” Garreth asks with a cheeky grin. “What are we doing here?” You grin back at him and grasp the collars of his shirt, pulling him down on top of you and smashing your lips against his. The two of you stay like that for a long time, kissing and touching each other until eventually one of you pushes the other too far.

You and LEANDER PREWETT are standing in the hallways just talking when you invite him back to your dorm room. The two of you had been shamelessly flirting with each other for weeks and you were tired of waiting for him to make the first move, so you put yourself out there. “You mean… You wanna go to your room… With me?” He asks, slightly taken back by your question. You nod and smile at him, holding out your hand for him to take should he agree. Of course he did, grabbing your hand gently and waiting for you to take him back to your room. The second you enter your dorm, you’re pushing the ginger onto your bed and kissing him passionately, taking him by surprise yet again. He couldn’t help but let out a soft moan into the kiss and allow his hands to trail your body. It’s safe to say he finally has the confidence to claim you as his after this.

You are drinking firewhisky with AMIT THAKKAR when you drunkenly invite him back to your dorm room. You’re out on the astronomy tower looking at the constellations when you blurt it out. Amit raises a quizzical eyebrow at you, watching as you slur over your words. Being the gentleman Amit is, he accepts your invitation and picks you up bridal style to carry you back to your dorm, knowing full well you’d be falling all over the place if he let you walk on your own. He places you gently into your bed when you try to initiate something, letting your hands roam over his body as you place delicate kisses on his neck. “Not tonight sweetheart,” he mumbles, pressing a soft kiss on your lips. “For now you need some sleep. Don’t worry, I’ll still be here when you wake up in the morning.” You let out a grumble but nod, closing your eyes and falling asleep. True to his word, Amit was there when you woke up in the morning, ready to help you take care of your raging firewhisky hangover.

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Sex Pollen Part Two || Severus Snape

Synopsis - You hadn't seen your old potions Professor since that day and you were becoming increasingly worried for him. You go to his classroom one evening to make sure he was okay. You certainly didn't expect what was to come.

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - Reader is 18+!

Word Count - 2.1k.

Part One Here.

{Caffeinate Me}

It had been a few days since your ‘incident’ with the potions Professor. Pomona had told you exactly what Severus had told her later that evening after he had ‘run his tests’ - that the clear liquid inside the vial was a sex pollen. You pretended to be surprised, exclaiming that you didn’t know such a thing existed. Pomona was stunned and equally as confused as to how such a thing managed to find its way into her greenhouses. A thorough investigation was to be held with Headmaster Dumbledore, but that didn’t concern you.

You were currently sitting in the Great Hall for the evening feast. Your eyes wandered around the room, scanning the students and colleagues that you had come to know so well when your eyes settled on an empty chair. Severus’ empty chair. You hadn’t seen him since that day and to say you were becoming slightly concerned was an understatement. You made a mental note to go to his classroom after the feast for a welfare check. Until then, you joined in the festivities and leaned into the gossip taking place at the Professor’s table. When the feast was over you waited for all of the students to leave for their common rooms before taking your leave. With a polite nod and a smile, you excused yourself from the other Professor's company and made haste for the dungeons.

You wrapped your robes around you as you walked into the dungeons. The air was so cold and the atmosphere was so gloomy that you wondered why Severus spent all of his time down here away from everyone else. It was no surprise that he was as stoic as he was. You walked swiftly to the potions classroom door and knocked. When there was no response in the form of a droning ‘come in’ from the other side, you peaked your head around the door. It appeared to be empty. You frowned and stepped into the room, looking around at the dimly lit space. “Severus?” You asked quietly, walking further into the room. You waited patiently for a response but none came. You walked towards Severus’ desk as if he would appear out of thin air, when you noticed parchment scattered amongst the tabletop. You knew you shouldn’t, but you couldn’t help but snoop. Your hands reached out to touch the brown parchment, gently rubbing the corner between your thumbs as you read the contents:

My dearest,

Since that day, I’ve not stopped thinking about you. I cannot get you out of my head. Every night before I go to sleep, I think about you. Every morning when I wake up, I think about you.

I fear that I am falling in love with you.

Your eyes widened. Severus was in love with someone? You felt your heart clench slightly at the thought. Since that fateful day, your feelings for him had grown. Your desire for him developed into something you had never known before and you didn’t think it could ever be quenched. Feeling yourself stumble backwards slightly, you grasped the chair that was pushed under the desk to keep yourself upright as countless thoughts spun around your mind. You were so preoccupied with the parchment in your hand that you failed to notice the classroom door had slammed shut and a figure was walking furiously towards you. The parchment was yanked out of your hand before you even had time to realise what was going on and you looked up to see Severus looming over you. “What are you doing here?” He asked coldly, looking you up and down with an apparent disdain.

You shuffled awkwardly on the spot before wrapping your robes further around your freezing body. “I-I came to see if you were okay. I haven’t seen you since…” Your voice trailed off. He knew what you meant.

“I’m fine,” he snapped, pointing at the classroom door. “Now leave.”

“You’re in love with someone,” you mumble, motioning towards the parchment in his hand that he was gripping so tightly it had crumpled around the middle. “Who is it?”

“None of your business,” Severus hissed. “You shouldn’t be poking your nose in things that are not yours.”

“I-I’m sorry,” you stuttered. Suddenly, you felt as if you were his pupil once again. It was as if you were getting chastised for not doing your homework or missing an essential ingredient in a potion. You certainly didn’t feel like his equal.

“Did you hear what I said? Leave.” Before you could even find it in you to move, you shook your head. Severus was surprised by your defiance and growled at you, “excuse me?”

You gulped the lump down your throat and spoke up, feigning confidence. “I’m not leaving. I came to see if you were okay and I don’t think you are. Therefore, no. I’m not leaving.”

“You’re insufferable,” he spat.

“You weren’t complaining the other day,” you said cockily, rolling your eyes. As soon as the words left your lips, you regretted it.

“What did you just say?”

“Nothing!” You said immediately, hoping he really hadn’t heard you. But he had. He slammed his hand down onto his desk and leaned into your face.

“Say. That. Again.”

You felt your bottom lip tremble slightly and, despite the anger in his voice that should have had tears welling in your eyes, an arousal stir in your stomach. Your face inched closer to his, “I said; you weren’t complaining the other day.” Without a warning, Severus slammed his lips onto yours. A squeal of surprise left your mouth, but you quickly relaxed into the kiss, kissing back with equal amounts of fever. You let go of the chair to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. For a moment you both forgot where you were. When you pulled away, you were breathless and allowed your eyes to scan the room. “You kept it?” You asked, gazing into his eyes.

Severus looked away quickly and glanced towards the shelf. Sitting behind countless potions he had made was the sex pollen you had brought to him the other day. He looked back at you with an open mouth and began to explain, “I kept it… to use it.”

“To use it?” You asked, tilting your head in confusion.

Severus nodded, brushing his lips over yours once more. “I thought it gave me the best orgasm of my life, but it turns out that what it really was, was your tight pussy around my cock.”

His words had your brain melting and the ache between your legs became unbearable. “Really?” You asked, eyes wide with lust.

Severus simply nodded, kissing you once again. His lips glided over yours with ease and his tongue poked out to lick your bottom lip. You gladly let his tongue into your mouth, moaning at the sensation of his muscle fighting your own. “I want to feel you again,” came his words against your lips. You didn’t even hesitate, just nodded pathetically. At your consent, Severus pressed you firmly against his desk, pulling his lips away from yours momentarily so he could work to undress you quicker. You heard him mutter something under his breath about your Professor’s robes being in his way, but you didn’t get the chance to give a smart reply because he was kissing you again almost instantaneously. The bottom half of your body was bare before you could even blink and Severus was already tugging his hardened cock out of the fly of his trousers. His tip was an angry colour of red, oozing pre-cum that made your mouth water and pussy drip shamefully. “Lay on your back, on the desk,” Severus mumbled to you softly, pointing at his desk.

“But your parchment-”

“I don’t give a fuck about my parchments right now Y/N,” he said, making you flinch slightly at his tone. You nodded quickly and lay on top of the parchments that covered the tabletop, spreading your legs wide for the potions Professor to marvel at your exposed cunt. He slicked his tip between your folds to lubricate himself before slowly pushing into you, a desperate moan falling from his lips as he fully sheathed himself inside of you.

“Oh,” came your voice, hushed and quiet as you closed your eyes to adjust yourself to his length once again. You let out a shaky breath as Severus began to move his hips against yours slowly, hands grasping at your covered chest for something to hold on to.

“You - ah - you feel so good,” Severus groaned. His comment had your pussy clenching around his cock, grip like a vice.

“Do you think so?” You asked. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as his cock reached the deeper parts of you that you never imagined would be touched.

“I know so,” he growled, hands trailing your body to grip your hips. Severus pressed a long, slender thumb against your clit and began to make circular motions forcing a surprised gasp to leave your lips. The last time he fucked you, all he could think about was his own release as a result of the sex pollen, but now he was fully focused on your pleasure. He raised your hips slightly off the desk so he could angle his cock deeper inside you while circling your clit expertly. You wondered where he had learned to do all of this because you didn’t peg him as a man of much experience, but your stomach churned at the thought of asking, so you kept your mouth shut and allowed yourself to feel his painfully hard cock moving inside of you.

You cried out as your orgasm came crashing over you like waves in the sea. Your legs shook slightly as you wrapped them tightly around Severus’s waist, pulling his bottom half as far into yours as he could go. Your mouth opened into an ‘o’ shape and you let out moan after shameless moan. The sight pushed Severus over the edge and he sped up his movements ever-so-slightly so he could reach his orgasm at the same time. You realised he was about to cum, and so, you begged him, “please Severus. Please cum inside of me.”

Severus nodded and let himself go. His hands gripped your hips tighter as he came, painting your insides a milky-white and letting your name fall from his lips like a prayer. “Oh fuck, Y/N,” he groaned loudly, hips still rutting against yours as your cunt milked him dry. Once he had finally stopped cumming, Severus let his head drop to your chest as he attempted to catch his breath. Post orgasm clarity began kicking in for you. You pushed Severus off of your chest and grabbed your long skirt. “What’s wrong?” Severus asked, watching as you dressed yourself.

“I’m sorry,” you said, wrapping your Professor's robes around your body, suddenly self-conscious. “I refuse to be the other woman.”

“The other woman?” Severus asked. He was confused as to what you meant.

“Your parchment. You’re in love with someone, I can’t come between that-”

“Y/N.”

“Severus I can’t!” You cried, tears welling in your eyes thinking he was going to try and convince you otherwise.

“Y/N,” he said again, more sternly this time. “There is no other woman.” You picked up the crumpled parchment off the table and shoved it in his face. Severus took it from you and let out a soft sigh. “You are the woman.”

You felt your heart skip a few beats as soon as the words left his lips. Your face burned red from an emotion you weren’t entirely sure of; it wasn’t exactly embarrassment and it wasn’t exactly self-consciousness. It was somewhere in between the two. You took a step towards Severus and wrapped your arms around his neck before crashing your lips onto his. He kissed back happily, his own arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. When you pulled away you were breathless. “You mean it?”

“I mean it,” he gazed into your eyes and gave you a soft smile. You buried your head into his chest and inhaled his scent.

After a few seconds in his loving embrace, you finally spoke up. “So… What does this make us?”

“Lovers?” Severus asked, eagerly awaiting your response.

“I like the sound of that,” you said with a smirk, standing on your tiptoes to kiss the tip of his nose. “I should get going, Professor.”

“Are you sure, Professor?” He asked you. “You’re more than welcome to stay and help me grade some papers.”

“Potion’s isn’t my forte,” you replied, smiling sheepishly.

“Maybe I can teach you some more,” he suggested, his voice holding a hint of seductiveness. You nodded and plopped down opposite his chair at the desk and placed your hands on your chin. Severus grinned and took his seat before grabbing a pile of parchment out of his desk drawer. It was certainly going to be a long and interesting night.

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