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Hello, there! You haven't been posting in a while and i was kinda worried, is everything alright? Also, i miss your writing sm! Please take care of yourself. Hope you're back soon!

I’ve been okay! Thank you for worrying about me :) I’ve just been really preoccupied by getting ready for college. I’m sorry for not posting recently.

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Pinky Promise- Fred Weasley x Reader

A/N: Thanks for the request <3 and for being an absolute sweetheart. God I am SO SO sorry for the wait— the entire fic got deleted so I had to rewrite lol.

Request: Okay let me just fangirl for a sec- I LOVE UR WRITING SO FUCKING MUCH. I literally aspire to write like you do, so beautiful and intimate in the dirtiest of moments it's just perfection. ANYWAY I'm not sure if you do requests for fred weasley buttttt,,,, can I ask for a one shot with kinda mean fred,, literally anything preferably friends to lovers,, fred being a mean popular boy who flirts with everyone and reader being dismissive about her attraction towards him THANK YOU!!!! @dontfallinlovelol

Summary: Remember to fall in love, if nothing else.

Warnings: Smut, jerk!Fred, teasing.

Some people share a mind, that was Fred and you. You had instantly clicked on the train to Hogwarts your first year, since then you have been inseparable. Except when George has to stop you from killing each other. 

The dining hall was hectic as usual, you're not even shocked when Fred haphazardly knocks over your drink reaching for a paper on the other side of it. You just sigh, picking up your glass, downing the last of its contents.

He quickly crafts a small paper crane, you watch Fred as he sends it over to a table of giggling girls, “Don't you ever get tired?” He gives you a confused look, scrunching his nose.

“Tired of being sexy and irresistible? No, I could never.” You always admired Fred's quick wit, it getting you out of trouble multiple times. You shake your head, giving him an amused look.

“No of constantly getting those poor girls' hopes up.”

“Who says I don't actually like one of them? Who knows maybe I'm madly in love.” Your heart twinges in your chest, but you shove the feeling away. That had been happening more and more often, you were starting to think that you might have a heart murmur.

“I'd know if you were in love with someone— I'd be able to tell.” Laughs irrupt from the Weasley twins, your face screws up in confusion.  “Wait, what's funny?” 

—-

You sigh as you wait outside of Fred’s dark arts class, he was busy talking to a pretty blonde from Hufflepuff. For a split moment you wish that she'd disappear, that nothing could distract Fred from you. You cut your thought in half, placing your hand on your forehead— you had to be coming down with something.

Once he's done, he skips up to you, joy radiating from him. “What's got you so excited?”

“Nothing— I just got a girl to agree to help me with a prank.” You're quiet, the words catching in your throat like a car crash, all jumbled together, indistinguishable from each other.

You finally pull words from the crumpled pile. “That's great.” It lacks your normal spark, you couldn't believe that he had asked someone besides you to help with a prank. It was supposed to be him, you and George. 

Not him and some Hufflepuff.

—-

“George?” You find the red-headed twin, staring at the Marauder’s map. “What are you looking at?” He just points at his brother's name, both of you watch as he walks along with some girl. “Ah yeah, that must be the Hufflepuff girl he was talking to earlier.” You say as you sit next to him in the grass.

“And— how does that make you feel?’ His question seems to come out of nowhere, your eyes narrow as you look at him. At first you just answer his question with a shrug, plucking grass out of the ground, twisting it between your fingers.

“It's not any of my business what he does— or who he does it with.” You could feel tears welling up in the corners of your eyes, you toss the grass away from you. It must be causing your allergies to act up.

“Anyway, what's with the weird question?” You sniffle, rubbing your eyes—your allergies suddenly kicking your ass. Tears are running down your cheeks as you make eye contact with George.

“Y/N?” He places his hand on your shoulder, giving you a sympathetic look. His hand is warm and comforting, causing a quiet whimper to escape your mouth.

“I'm not crying—don't give me that look. I must've gotten dirt in my eye or something.” You feel suffocated, like the wind got knocked out of you. Air catches in your throat as you push his hand off your shoulder, you just need to get away from George. 

—-

You take a deep breath as you enter the castle, relief washes over you as you feel the air enter your lungs. Something was definitely wrong, you need to go see Madam Pomfrey. 

“Miss L/N? What's wrong? You're looking quite pale.”

“I don't know— My heart is beating out of my chest and I can't… I can't stop crying.” Tears run down your cheeks as she sits you down on one of the open beds. “Feels like I'm having a heart attack.” You place your hand on your chest, gripping your shirt in your fist.

She gives you a sympathetic look, what was with people today and looking at you like you’re a wounded animal. “Has anything sad happened today? Or something stressful? This sounds more like an emotional problem than a physical one.”

Your mind was blank trying to come up with a reason that would make you feel this way. You open your mouth to tell her that nothing like that has happened today, but then it clicks, all the pieces line up.

Fred.

That stupid, arrogant, flirtatious, smart ass.

—-

You're still sniffling by the time you leave Madam Pomfery to her duties, you never told her what was wrong but you had the sneaking suspicion that she already knew. You're looking at your feet, counting your steps as you try to ignore the growing hole in your chest. You knew what was coming, first they do a prank together, and then he asks her out, and then you're discarded like you never even mattered.

You jump back when perfectly polished shoes come into your vision, you look up to see the blonde Hufflepuff from earlier. “Y/N? Right— listen I gotta make this quick. I’m not even supposed to be telling you this… But this morning Fred spiked your drink with a love potion.” First confusion hits, then comes the shock, then the anger settles in.

That's why you've been feeling so gooey and sentimental all day, you internally cheer knowing that at least you weren't going crazy. You glance back to thank the girl for the warning, but as quick as she appeared she was gone.

You hope that they pardon your murder of one Fred Weasley— and probably George too, cause you just know he was in on it. The stinging pain in your chest subsides as the anger fills it place, what kind of fucked up joke was this? You turn on your heels to find Fred, speeding your way through the halls.

—-

Fred finds you before you could find him, oblivious and cheerful as always. Your eyes pierce through him as he slugs his arm over your shoulder, “Fred…” Your voice drips with murderous intent.

“I know what you did.”

“Which is? I do many things a day, my sweet.” His eyes glisten, teasing you, pulling you in closer.

“I know that you gave me a love potion this morning—” You sigh, pushing his arm off your shoulder to face him. “That's why I've been feeling so weird all day. I literally went to Madam Pomfrey's cause I knew there's just no possible way I'd be jealous over that Hufflepuff girl.”

He just stares at you, confusion and shock covering his features. “For a second I thought I'd gone crazy… that I'd actually fallen in love with you.” You narrow your eyes as a smirk rises on his face.

A light blush coats his cheeks as a laugh slips through his lips, “Aw I had no idea you were in love with me.” His voice is as confident as ever, even if the blush coating his cheeks says otherwise.

“What? No, I literally just told you that I don't… I'm just feeling that way because of the love potion.” He coos at you again, stepping forward as he leans you against the wall. 

Your breath mingles as his eyes flicker from your lips back to your eyes. “There is no love potion Y/N…” Your heart jumps in your chest, almost painfully. That damn heart murmur.

“That doesn't make any sense— you knocked over my drink this morning and everything. You definitely put something in it.” You knew Fred would never lie to you, his smile turns cocky as he holds up his pinky.

“I pinky promise.” He interlocks it with your shaking hand, it has become a habit over the years to never break a pinky promise. The ultimate commitment.

“I was just scared to admit it first… I know this is probably the least romantic way to confess my feelings. I just needed to know how you felt first.” At this point he’s lacing his fingers with yours, eyes soft. 

“Are you admitting that you're in love with me?” He laughs gently at the sudden question, the blush on his face deepening.

“Yeah I guess I am.” 

You feel your face flush as he catches your eyes drift to his lips, the anger in your chest slips into nervousness. You place your free hand on his chest, the warmth of his skin radiating from beneath the fabric.

His breath hitches, not expecting you to touch him, he leans in closer hesitantly brushing his lips against yours. The cold stonewall sends a chill down your spine, as Fred pushes you farther into it.

“Fred—” A moan almost falls from your mouth when his hand slips under your shirt, finding its home on the bare skin of your hip. Your mind is foggy from his close proximity, his lips finally meet yours. You close your fist around the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer in between your thighs.

The moment your lips met it was like the sun finally peeking through the clouds after months of rain. His lips were soft, slightly cracked from the cold weather. You were drunk off the smell of his cologne, and the feeling of his lips on yours. His fingers lightly bite into the skin of your hip, he finally lets go of his grip on your hand, bringing it to your hip, pulling you closer. 

A moan escapes his mouth when you run your hand through his hair, giving it an experimental pull. You smile against his lips at the sound, he gently ruts against you causing a gasp to leave you. 

“Weasley!” You jump at the sudden noise, Fred sighs looking down the hallway. Professor Snape reaches both of you in mere seconds, gripping the back of both of your necks.

“100 points from Gryffindor!” His voice is harsh as he pushes you down the hallway, “And detention.”

—-

You shiver slightly from the glare Professor Snape was giving you from across the room— you got caught up in the moment plus who could turn down a blushing Fred Weasley. You glance back down at your paper, only half way through your lines. You hadn’t been able to concentrate since last night, constantly wondering what would've happened if you hadn't been interrupted. 

A blush rises on your face as you make eye contact with Fred, he gives you a smile quickly blowing you a kiss when Snape looks away. Your heart skips a beat as you remember the sound of him moaning, you cross your legs trying to ignore the arousal growing in the pit of your stomach. 

You turn in the paper uncompleted, shying away from Snape's disapproving glare. You smile as you see Fred waiting outside of the classroom, he opens his arms inviting you in for a hug. “Bloody hell that went on for forever— I could barely concentrate.” You fit perfectly into his arms, leaning your body against him. An overwhelming heat moves through your body when you feel his twitching erection pressed against your lower stomach.

“I couldn't stop thinking about how pretty you were last night, all flushed and kiss drunk.” You shiver as he whispers against your ear, a drumming heat settling in your stomach. 

“C’mon—” He laces his hand with yours dragging you towards the Gryffindor common room, your heart steadily beating against your ribcage.

When you enter the room everyone's eyes shift to you and Fred, Ron approaches you with a furious blush coating his face. “Did you seriously get caught snogging in the hallway last night?” His voice cracks in the middle of the sentence, causing the room to erupt in laughter. 

Fred wraps his arm around you looking around the common room, “Listen— I know all your sex lives are drier than the Sahara… but stay out of our business.” He leads you through the room, giving George a smile on the way out.

A laugh escapes you when Fred closes the door of his bedroom behind him, “Did you see the look on poor Ron's face? He looked properly traumatized.” He grins at you, pulling you in for a kiss. 

“He had been pestering me about it all last night.” Fred whispers as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, you could feel his muscles tighten as he lifts you up, placing his hands on the underside of your thighs.

“What’d you tell him?” His eyebrows perk up, as he grins. 

“Just that being hard in front of Professor Snape has got to be one of the worst things a human can experience.” You smack his shoulder, your mouth opening in surprise. 

“You did not!” You feign anger but the wide smile on your face gives your true feelings away. He places you on the bed, his face mirroring your smile.

He crawls in between your legs, peppering your face with kisses. “I love you Y/N so so much,” each word being emphasized by a tiny kiss. 

“I love you more.” You're quick to kiss him before he could argue your statement, his calloused hands find their way under the hem of your shirt. A breathless moan escapes him as you gently grind against him.

He pulls your shirt off smiling down at you, you quietly laugh as he struggles with the clip on your bra. He glares as you reach back and undo it for him. “I'll never be able to figure out those death contraptions.” 

A blush blossoms on your cheeks as a quiet ‘wow’ leaves Fred, you go to cover your chest but he grabs your hands giving you a disapproving look. He leans forward leaving open mouth kisses on your exposed skin.

A moan leaves your mouth when he reaches your chest, “Shh or they're gonna hear you.” His gentle command worsens the blush on your cheeks. A heat pools in your underwear when he unbuttons your pants, throwing them into the growing plie on the floor.

He’s quick to strip after seeing the look on your face, feeling his self control slipping between his fingers. You almost moan at the sight of his cock throbbing, leaking precum, “I want you.” It's a quiet request shocking both of you.

“I like it when you tell me what you want.” A hiss leaves him when he rubs against your slit, “God you're so wet.” His slender fingers dig into your thighs as he pulls you closer to him, sinking you down on his cock.

A whine leaves you when he bottoms out, you place your hand on his abdomen making sure he doesn't move while you adjust. His skin is warm under the palm of your hand, you tighten down on him when you notice his expression. His face turned toward the sky, mouth slightly open— like he's being consumed by pleasure. 

“Oh my god… Oh fuck.” Your breath is whiny and desperate as he moves slowly. He pulls and pushes you against his thrust. He leans forward, gently biting your shoulder as your nails dig into the delicate skin on his shoulders.

"Harder please." He smiles at your request, slamming his hips into yours.

His thrust picks up speed at every noise you make, egging you on to be louder. The cocky smile on his face sends a rush of heat through your body. You feel a coil of heat forming in your stomach. He covers your mouth as an extra loud moan leaves you. 

“Those noises are just for me, I don't want them to know what you sound like when you come undone.” His words are the last push you need, he whines as you clamp down on him, the muscles in your body tightening.

You feel as your nails break skin, he moans at the stinging sensation, his hips stuttering as he empties inside you. 

—-

Fred pulls his shirt over his head, grabbing his quidditch jersey from the bench. “Bloody hell Freddie.” He turns at the sound of his brother's voice, giving him a confused look.

“What?”

“Your back looks like you got into a fight with a cat.” George's voice is teasing, he breaks out into a full bellied laugh when Fred's face heats up.

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Eyo i'm back with another concept i didn't find in the whole tumblr to request it from my favorite blog; Draco Malfoy with a Deatheater girl that has not been in any wizarding school, but still learnr spells from the one and only Voldemort who is just adusing of her powers?? And Draco is like super-protective??? This might be an impossible idea, but i would see what you would come up with. Still, don't push yourself to write it! Take your time and most importantly, take care, Dear!

That's such a good idea! Plus who doesn't love an over protective Draco.

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Please write Harry just being an amazing sweet boyfriend (whose amazing with his mouth)!

You got it- I also have another fic about Harry eating out the reader.

It’s called Worship Me

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Heyaa! I've seen you're back omg?? I hope both your blogs stay untouched cuz i'm starting to desire more of your writing than the one i already read and reread!

Yeah I’m back! Thank you sm for the support <3 I should be getting a Fred weasley fic out later today or tomorrow:)

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Tender- Cedric Diggory x Reader

A/N: Thanks for the request <3 Sorry for the wait my blog is/was broke (idk) so I lost motivation because no one was seeing my stuff, but I hope you enjoy. Again sorry for the wait.

Request: Can you do cedric with a breeding kink and is dom?

Summary: After a bad day at work Cedric needs to let off steam.

Warnings: Smut, dom!Cedric, breeding, mentions of pregnancy, oral m!receiving, hair-pulling, getting tied down, blindfolds, ice play, aftercare, barely any plot.

You get off the couch as your husband, Cedric, walks in the door, pulling off his tie.

“Hi honey, how was your day at work?” You ask, taking his briefcase from him. He wasn't usually this quiet; he should've smiled and swept you off your feet for a kiss by now.

He glances your way, his cold eyes piercing through you. “Go to the bedroom and strip; I expect you to be on your knees.” His tone sets your chest ablaze, anticipation settling in the pit of your stomach. You place the briefcase on the kitchen counter and head to your shared bedroom without complaint.

You slide your clothes off, running your fingers over the fading traces of your lover's last conquest; the marks decorate your neck and down your chest. You get on your knees at the side of the bed, the cold air causing your nipples to harden. Your heart drums against your ribcage as you hear his footsteps approach the bedroom door.

He walks in, shirt discarded, left only in his pants. He sets a glass filled with ice, along with a bundle of rope, on the bedside table. You know better than to question what he was doing. You keep your eyes trained on him as he stalks to where you’re kneeling.

You lean into the touch of his hand as it strokes the top of your head; he's looking down at you with darkened eyes. “Unbutton my pants.” It was not a question but a demand. You unbutton his pants, instinctively licking your lips at the sight of his growing bulge. You slip his pants off his ankles, throwing them and his boxers to the corner of the room.

He places his tip on your lips, exhaling sharply when you give it a tiny lick. “Open.” He gently taps your cheek as you open your mouth wide, sticking your tongue out. He pushes his cock past your spit-slicken lips, hissing as he reaches the back of your throat. 

You groan as he slides his finger through your hair, gripping it at the root, the burning sensation causing lust to pool in the pit of your stomach. “Fuck, just like that.” He was bucking his hips, his cock repeatedly hitting the back of your throat. You place your hands on his thighs, drool rolling down your chin.

You moan through your nose, feeling the grip on your hair tighten as he pushes until your nose is tucked against his abdomen. You feel his stomach muscles tighten as he empties down your throat; you lick your lips when he pulls away, enjoying the taste. 

“You're such a good girl,” Your cunt clenches around nothing as he gently wipes the spit off your face. “Get on the bed.”

You quickly do as you're told; Cedric pulls something from your nightstand, handing it to you. It’s a sleep mask, pink and silky. “Put it on— and spread your arms and legs apart.”

“What are you going to do?” You look at him with wide eyes, butterflies beating against your ribcage.

“Something you’ll like, I promise.” You lay back on the bed.

You slip the mask over your eyes, the material smooth against your skin. You're suddenly aware of everything, the way the sheets feel against your skin, the blood pumping through your ears, the cologne Cedric wears. Goosebumps rise on your skin as you feel Cedric grab your wrist, the rough material of the rope biting into your skin as he pulls it taut. 

You shift as he finishes tying your limbs to the posts of your bed, just tight enough that it gives your muscles a stretch. Your breath hitches as the bed dips, the unknown making your heart jump in your chest.

Your skin vibrates under his soft touch, mind swirling with possibilities. You shiver as something cold presses against your stomach, frigid water rolls off your flushed skin. “Cedric—“ The whimper is soft as it leaves your throat. He drags the melting ice cube up your chest, swirling your hard nipples.

You hear the ice clink against the glass as Cedric grabs another cube, he runs it up your upper thigh. Another whimper escapes your throat as he brushes the ice against your exposed cunt, you pull against the restraints. Exhaling through your nose as he licks the water off your inner thighs.

“Here.” He gently unties your legs, giving your ankle a small kiss as he positions himself between your legs.

His groan reaches your ears as he rubs his cock against your slit, he pushes into you placing your legs on his shoulders pushing them to your chest. In one thrust he bottoms out, pushing against your cervix.

“Fuck, how are you always so tight?” He whines, breathing heavily against your ear. It sends shocks down your spine, cunt tightening in response. His pace starts off slow as it always does, giving your body time to warm up to his rough thrusts.

You pick up your hips, meeting his punishing pace halfway. “Oh god, Cedric you're so deep please don't stop.” You hiss as you try to pull your wrists down, the ropes digging into your skin farther.

The sound of your hips slamming together drowns out your whiney exhales; you feel Cedric kiss the side of your face, slowing down his pace to savor the feeling of your tight cunt wrapped around him. He slides the mask off your eyes, his eyes soft as they meet yours. Your eyes adjust to the dim light in the room, his face is flushed, a light sheen of sweat coating his body.

“You're so pretty— my pretty girl.” His kisses are gentle against your flushed cheek, he moves his head connecting his lips with yours. The kiss is slow as he drags his thrust out, almost completely leaving you before giving you a hard thrust.

The build up is slow, a deep tightening feeling in your lower stomach. “God you'd look so pretty pregnant.” He moans against your mouth, his words tighten the knot in your stomach even farther. 

His face is screwed up in pleasure, his cock twitching against the tight walls of your cunt. “Please come in me— I need you to cum in me.” Your breath is heavy, slightly caught in your throat.

He groans against your mouth, shivering as he empties himself inside you. The warm feeling of his seed fills you, causing you to tighten around his throbbing cock. The thought of being pregnant with Cedric’s child pushes you even closer to the edge. A moan pushes from your chest as he gives you one final thrust pushing you over the edge. Your leg muscles shake as he leans back, aching from being in the same position.

He gives you a small smile as he unties your wrists giving them both small kisses, “Let's go take a bath, yeah?” He's leading you by the hand to your bathroom, a look of ecstasy etched on to his features.

—-

The water is warm as Cedric pours it over your head, washing the reminding conditioner out of your hair. His thumbs rub small circles, untying the knots in your shoulder muscles, “You're such a good girl.” He pauses, giving you a kiss on the exposed skin of your shoulder, “I was serious about the pregnant thing, I think you'd be beautiful carrying my child.” 

You grab his hands, placing them on your stomach, “Maybe we should get out and try again.”

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My, wasn't this Weasley sister just fantastic! Your writing is exceptional! Could i request something similar with Fred Weasley, but with him dating Draco's older sister? Maybe she's in Slytherin and it's a shock for both houses and families? Don't feel pressured on doing it any soon! Stay healthy, and i hope you'd find a way to fix the issue with your blog!

Thank you sm for being so sweet, and requesting interesting stuff!

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Apricity- Cedric Diggory x Weasely!Reader

A/N: Sorry for the wait! and thanks for the request <3

Request: Hello, there! I've found your accound just recently, and i'm honestly enjoying your writings! Since i'm fond of my own share of characters, i hope you don't mind me requesting frequently for them! But can i possibly have a HP imagine with a Gryffindor Weasley sister and Cedric? It can be fluff or smut. Please do not push yourself to write it soon, take your time!

Summary: You were his warmth on cold winter nights.

Warnings: Smut, but It's just a fluffy good time.

Song rec: Such Great Heights- Iron & Wine

The Burrow at Christmas time is what most people would describe as hell. It was loud, with people scurrying around like ants, but you loved it. The smell of baking cookies and the pretty wrapping paper still fills you with childlike wonder. 

“Cedric, hand me the flour, will you, dear?” Your heart warms as you watch Cedric hand Molly ingredients. You felt dumb for worrying about Cedric meeting your family. He fits right in, amusing Arthur by talking about muggles, teasing Ron and Ginny about their crushes, and helping the twins plan pranks. 

“Alright, that should be everything; thank you for helping.” Molly sighs as she rubs her floured hands on her apron. “Why don’t you and Y/N tell everyone it’s present time?”

“I’m happy you’re here.” You whisper, taking his hand as you head towards the stairs; his smile is soft, caressing his fingers across your knuckles.

“There’s nowhere I’d rather be.”

—-

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” You laugh as Ginny and Harry jump apart, breaking their kiss, looking at you and Cedric with wide eyes. “What’d you expect? You’re in the middle of the hallway.” 

Cedric gives you an amused look as he speaks, “Molly says it’s time to open presents— Why don’t you go get Ron and Hermione for us? I think me and your lovely sister have been traumatized enough for today.”

With blushing faces, they went to go find the other couple. “Ah, young people in love, aren’t they sweet?” Cedric says, leading you by the hand to twirl in a circle. 

You place your hand on his chest, looking up at him. “We’re young people in love, darling—” A breathless laugh pushes out of your chest as Cedric places a hand on your back and leans you back; he looks between your eyes and lips before he connects your lips.

The kiss was sickeningly sweet; from an outsider's point of view, you look as if you were made for each other.

We’re made from the same stardust; that’s what Cedric always whispers to you before you drift off to sleep.

“Well, well, well,” Ginny says, attempting her best impression of your voice; you could hear the scowl in her voice.

—-

You sit on the floor of The Burrow as Molly hands out the presents; Molly gives Cedric a sweet smile as she hands him a gift ruffling his hair.

You watch everyone open their gifts and thank each other. The twins, of course, gift things from their shop, Hermione gets books from Ron and Harry, and Harry gets a new broom from Ginny. 

You wait for Cedric to open his gift from Molly so you can open yours simultaneously. You watch as his slender fingers peel back the gold wrapping, careful not to rip it; you admire that about him, always treating things with care. Not as carefully, you tear into your wrapping paper like an impatient child.

Tears prick at the corner of your eyes as you realize Molly knitted Cedric his own sweater with yours to match, a light grey and baby blue striped sweater with your initial in the center. You look at Molly, choking down your tears. “Thanks, Mom—“

“I figured he needed his own, seeing he’s my future son, then I figured you needed a matching one ’cause you’re a pair.” She places her hand on Arthur’s, giving him a knowing look.

“Yeah, a pair of idiots.” Fred lifts his arms to defuse the situation when Molly sends him the signature mom look.

—-

The air is biting your skin, your breath visible to your eyes; you cheer as Cedric makes a goal into the makeshift quidditch goal. He’s in his element, a god against the dark winter clouds. Harry snatches the snitch out of the air, ending the game. Your heart picks up as Cedric lands, smiling at you; without fail, his eyes soften as they land on you.

“Winning as always, no surprise there.” You brush the hair out of his eyes and off his sweat-slicken forehead.

“Helps to have Harry on your team.” Before you can duck, a perfectly made snowball hits your face.

“Sorry, Y/N! We were aiming for your boy toy.” The twins’ voices are like a chorus as they apologize in a sing-song voice.

Cedric quickly wipes the snow off your face, a chuckle coming deep from within his chest. “You traitor! You’re not supposed to laugh at my misery.” Your voice is dripping with sarcasm as you mirror his smiling face.

Another snowball barely misses you, “God, your aim sucks!” Cedric cheers, running you to cover.

“We were aiming for her that time,” Fred yells behind their cover; you take off your mittens, shaping snowballs as fast as Cedric can throw them.

“Cedric, join our side!”

“You know she’s weak.” The taunts are punctuated with incoming projectiles; Cedric’s fire slows as he looks back at you with a cocky smile.

You gasp as Cedric takes off, landing in enemy territory. “Some Hufflepuff you are! Loyal, my ass.” You start retaliating, trying to smite Cedric with the wrath of God.

“I thought you loved me!” His laugh echoes through the yard.

“More than anything, my darling!” He yells, right as a snowball whizzes past your ear.

You throw one last premade snowball, and the yard goes quiet.

 Eerily quiet.

You assume they’re stocking up, so you use your frozen hands to make as many as possible; you yelp as you’re tackled into the powdered snow. You relax as you see Cedric’s gleaming face hovering over you. You laugh as you smash the snowball lingering in your hand into Cedric’s unexpecting face.

“Oh! You are so going to pay for that!” He grabs a handful of the snow, shoving it down the collar of your sweater, shrieking as you throw him off of you.

“You’re such a jerk—“ You laugh out of breath, looking through the limbs of a tree to the sky. The sky opens, sunlight breaking through the clouds in what feels like years.

“Truce?” You ask, turning your face toward Cedric, the sunlight shines against his features, and you decide right there the sun was created for him; to illuminate his beauty. 

“Truce.” There’s a pause; you can see the debate in his head on his features. He grabs your hand, examining the reddened skin, holding it toward the sky. “We should get married.” It wasn’t a question or a demand, just a simple statement. 

“Yes, we should.” Your heart flutters against your rib cage, the flurry of butterflies turning to locusts as he slips a chilled ring on your raised hand.

—-

The wedding was beautiful, Cedric telling you a million times how ethereal you looked. You sigh, stretching your arms over your head as you enter the bedroom.

“Cedric? Will you please unzip my dress?” He immediately stops undoing his tie; he steps behind you, making eye contact through the floor-length mirror in front of you.

“You’re gorgeous,” He pulls down the zipper, his knuckles grazing against your back. “My beautiful— beautiful wife.” He emphasizes each word with a kiss on your shoulders, sliding off the straps.

“You're my husband— I can’t believe it. Y/N Diggory has a nice ring to it.” Your breath catches as the dress drops; you feel exposed under his gaze like he can see your darkest secrets.

Your skin flushes as hands slide down your sides, landing at your waist, “I’ve waited for this moment my whole life; every step I’ve taken, every breath, every mistake was made to lead me to you.”

“Honey…” You feel yourself getting choked up at the look of tears edging on his water line. You turn to look at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your head in his shoulder. “You’re the love of my life.”

He places his hands under your thighs and picks you up as if you weigh nothing. He sets you on the bed, unbuttoning his shirt.

“It’s our first night as husband and wife; I want it to be special. “ He unhooks your bra like he has a million other times; it became muscle memory over the years.

After discarding your underwear, he taps your thighs, motioning for you to lay on your stomach. Your core aches as he kisses down the length of your spine, skin tingling as he nips at your skin. Anticipation brews in your stomach when he straddles your legs, his cock throbbing against your ass.

“I love you, Y/N— so so much.” Your head spins as he rubs against you, slowly pushing himself into you. His thrusts are anything but aggressive, them slowly opening you, unwrapping you like you were a gift on Christmas.

He slides his hand over yours, craving the intimacy you tangle your fingers into his. When he bottoms out, it pushes a whiny exhale out of your throat, his moan causing you to tighten around him. “God— I love you.”

Your free hand found its home tangled in the sheets trying to ground yourself from his thrusts; they were agonizingly slow, dragging the head of his cock across your g-spot repeatedly.

“My pretty wife—“ He says the word wife as if it sustained him, fed him, made him whole. “You look perfect under me. Like you were made to take my cock.” The sound that came out of you was pathetic, but it was poetry to his ears.

“Cedric, please move faster— I need you too.” His hips snap against yours; who is he to deny his pretty girl? Especially when you’re asking so nicely.

Your orgasm came in ripples, like if a pebble was thrown into a body of water, slow and full body.

He moans as you tighten around him, his hips stuttering as he releases into you.

You sigh as you lay on his chest, drawing small shapes onto his skin. “I love you, Y/N.”

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Okay let me just fangirl for a sec- I LOVE UR WRITING SO FUCKING MUCH. I literally aspire to write like you do, so beautiful and intimate in the dirtiest of moments it's just perfection. ANYWAY

I'm not sure if you do requests for fred weasley buttttt,,,, can I ask for a one shot with kinda mean fred,, literally anything preferably friends to lovers,, fred being a mean popular boy who flirts with everyone and reader being dismissive about her attraction towards him

THANK YOU!!!!

THANK YOU SO SO MUCH <3 You’re literally the sweetest 🥲 and ofc!!! I love me some Fred Weasley 😫

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Wet Dreams- Cedric Diggory x Reader

A/N: Thanks for reading! I really appreciate all the requests, so keep em coming. :)

Request: Ok the one you just wrote about being best friends with cedric inspired me. what if reader and him partner up for a class assignment and they learn to use a spell to let them watch each others dreams from the night before? And reader had a sex dream about Ced but didn’t remember…

Summary: He wanted you to show him what you always dream about.

Warnings: Smut, dry humping, virgins.

Song rec: Mountain Of The Sun- Greta Van Fleet

You thought the idea was dumb; who cares what other people dream about? You can barely remember your dreams about ninety-five percent of the time, plus it’s a total invasion of privacy anyway.

“C’mon, it’ll be fun,” Cedric says, nudging your side with his elbow. He was always like this, seeing the silver lining in things. He was the ray of sunshine in your life, constantly filling your life with laughter.

“Fine,” You huff, holding up your wand and pointing it at Cedric. 

“Legilimency.”

His dream flashes through your head, not full moments, just pieces. There was a woman, but you couldn’t quite make out her face. She held a little girl that had Cedric’s eyes. Then it flashes to another moment, and you watch as the little girl opens a Christmas present. 

As the classroom comes back into view, Cedric looks at you self-consciously. You didn’t expect him to have such sweet dreams. You had expected something nonsensical or some nightmare. Not… not that.

You give him a small, accepting smile, “I guess it’s my turn, right?” You say, trying to take the attention off of him. He copies your motions casting the spell. Again the classroom fades out of view. You were in your bedroom, naked, with Cedric lying between your thighs. You watch as he kisses your chest and nips at your hip bones.

“Cedric—” It came out as a breathless whisper, your hands making their way into his hair as you guide his head to between your thighs.

The classroom quickly comes back into view, your face flushing as it’s met with Cedric’s shocked one. You feel the air catch in the back of your throat, and his mouth opens to say something, but before he can get a word out, you’re already running out of the classroom.

—-

You lay on your bed, legs hanging off, staring at the ceiling. Your tears roll off your cheeks, landing in your hair. If you knew that was your last dream, you would never have agreed to do that stupid assignment. You’d never be able to face Cedric again; your friendship was over— and because of some silly dream you didn’t even remember. You startle out of your thoughts as you hear a slight knock on your door. 

“Y/n?” His voice is quiet, like he’s trying not to startle a wild animal. You stay silent, hoping he’ll assume you’re out doing something.

But he knew you better than that.

“I know you’re in there; I’m coming in.” The door slowly creeps open, and Cedric walks in, his eyes softening when they land on your form.

“Y/N…” He whispers as he sits on the edge of your bed.

“If you’re here to tell me that you don’t want to be friends anymore, I already know, okay? You don’t need to rub it in more.” You say, rolling away from him, pulling your legs into your chest.

You feel his hand against your back, “You’re always jumping to conclusions. You haven’t even let me tell you why I’m here.” You could feel the bed sink as he approached you; you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

“I think about it too….” His voice was vulnerable, “How your lips would feel on mine, how your hands would feel in my hair.” His hand rubs small circles on your back like you’d break any moment.

The air in the room stills; as you roll to meet his eyes, your eyes are still glassy, your throat still itching to cry. “Really?” You ask, sitting up on your elbows; his eyes are shining in shy sincerity. 

“Of course, how could I not? You're beautiful.” His smile was soft— affectionate.

You feel warmth rise up the back of your neck, anxiety dripping from your movement as you sit up, meeting his gaze. 

“I want you to show me what I do in your dreams.”

Suddenly your mouth was dry, like a drop of water had never passed your lips. You couldn't believe Cedric, your Cedric was sitting in your room asking you to show him what happens in your dreams. 

“Okay—“ You whisper, hesitatingly reaching for the bottom of his shirt. You pull it over his head, tossing it onto the floor.

You lightly trace over his collarbones, letting the air out of your lungs when he leans into your touch. His skin was warm, flushed, and smooth under your fingertips.

“Take off my shirt.” You instruct, looking through your eyelashes; as the buttons got lower and lower, you could hear his breath speed up. His face was dusted with a blush, lips slightly parted. 

“Cedric?” You ask the moment your shirt is discarded, “I want you to kiss me… Please.” His eyes drift to your lips, instinctively licking his own. He places his hand on your shoulder, warm and slightly calloused from playing quidditch.

“Are you sure?” He whispers, you both knowing the moment your lips touch, your entire dynamic will change.

“Completely.” There was no waiver in your voice; there was nothing more that you wanted at this moment.

His lips meet yours, and you melt into his touch; cupping his face, you pull him into you. Cedric lays you back into the bed, nestling in between your legs. He pushes his hips into yours, his erection twitching against the thin fabric of your pants. You lightly push against his chest, keeping your lips a millimeter apart. “I’m a— virgin.” It was quiet, barely audible.

“Me too. I was waiting for you— for this.” His hips roll against yours as his head burrows into your neck, leaving hot, open-mouth kisses. You could feel wetness pooling in your underwear, and you whimper quietly, running your fingers through his hair.

You pull him up to meet your lips again and grind against his thrust, matching his pace. Running your hands, through his hair, to his neck, and down his torso ending at the beginning of his jeans. Your veins brew lighting, and your heart beats thunder as your fingers unbutton his jeans; your hand gently grabs his shaft, pulling away from his kiss, placing lovebites onto his collarbones.

“Cedric, I want you,” It was a simple request, but it had his cock jumping in your hand. 

He hastily undresses both of you, and you shyly cover yourself, much to his disdain. “Y/N… don’t do that.” He removes your hands by your wrist; it’s gentle, a ghost of a touch.

He keeps your wrists trapped in his hand above your head; Cedric uses his free hand to guide his cock over your slit. “You’re so warm—” He groans as he slides himself into you; the stretch causes you to flinch, tensing up in his grasp. “Y/N, please relax; I’ve got you.” He kisses your temple, and using his free hand, he spreads your thighs open for a new angle. 

Nothing could've prepared you for how deep he reached; snug against your cervix, he bottomed out, connecting his mouth with yours. His grip on your wrists loosens, sliding his fingers between yours and holding your hand.

“You’re so deep— oh God.” You mumble against his lips, and the praise causes his cock to twitch in you.

He was trying to get used to the feeling of your wet heat wrapped around him, sucking him in. He moved his hips, constantly bottoming out, repeatedly rubbing against your g-spot. If Cedric had a shrine, you'd pray at his feet daily, pray that this feeling never went away.

You were so full, “God, you feel so good; you’re so tight.” Your breaths mingle as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him into you. He let go of your hand to use his arm as leverage.

You wrap your arms around his neck, making eye contact. “Look at me; I want you to look at me while you cum.” The noise that comes out of him is feral, ripping from deep within his chest. His waist hits your thighs, causing a demining wet slapping noise; you didn’t know you could get this wet. Your nails dig into his shoulder as carnal pleasure rips through you, “Cedric, oh god, please.” It was desperate and lewd.

His hips stutter as he releases into you, a bruising grip on your hips, face screwed up in ecstasy. You wish the picture would be ingrained in your mind forever, his kissed raw glossy lips, the freckles that decorated his body, his disheveled hair.

—-

“Are you glad you waited for me?” You asked, tracing sweet nothings across his skin.

“I would’ve waited for you for an eternity, so yes, I am.” His laugh was warm as he mindlessly ran his hand through your hair.

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Hi when will the wet dreams with Cedric be out? I saw you said today but now there isn’t a date for it

It’s posted!! :)

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Can you do cedric with a breeding kink and is dom?

Ofc!

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Stubborn Hearted- Harry Potter x Reader

A/N: Thanks for waiting! Harry is kind of an ass in this lol. Also sorry for it being late :)

Request: Can I request a Harry James potter smut? 6th year Harry? Reader is miserable because she thinks Ginny and Harry are dating but there not, so Harry messes with her? I love your writing btw ❤️

Summary: You never expected to fall in love- especially not with Harry Potter.

Warnings: Smut, some angst, Harry being mean, hair pulling, the use of sweetgirl.

Song rec: Pretty Girl (The Way)- Sugarcult

You never expected to fall in love with Harry Potter, with his glasses, and his naively hopeful eyes. It started as nothing, just your heart picking up when he was around, but without your knowledge, it snowballed into something more. It haunted you, constantly following you around Hogwarts. The fact you could never have him, persistently invading your mind. 

You rushed through the chaotic hallways, you always loved wondering about the students that fly past you. Were they in love? Was it unrequited? You would never wish that upon anyone. The limbo of pining but never getting to have. You suppose that it was always meant to play out this way, the best friend and the younger sister a timeless cliché. You just wish it wasn't part of your story.

You're shoved out of your thoughts as a wave of auburn hair comes into view, the girl attached to it smiling, arm in arm with the one and only Harry Potter. A ringing started in your ears, quieting out all of the tumults of the hallway. You could feel the blood rushing through your veins, air caught in your throat. 

This was a normal occurrence lately, Ginny and Harry attached at the hip, whispering between themselves. It was a slap in the face every time you saw them. You were supposed to be one of his best friends, and now he's dating a girl he never voiced interest in before. They were arm in arm smiling, looking like no one but each other existed. 

She was beautiful, the signature Weasley hair made her skin glow, and her eyes felt warm as they looked at you. You can’t help the hate that bubbles up in your chest— it wasn’t Ginny’s fault that Harry picked her.

It made you queasy to think about, Harry dating someone. He had been popular since first year, with every girl wanting to date the chosen one. You had been enamored by him since Hermione pulled you into their train cart. You were never under the delusion that this was some love story, that you would end up with the heroine. 

You gritted your teeth pulling yourself out of the mental decline, you needed to get to your potions class.

—-

“Today we’ll be making amortentia. Can anyone tell me what that Is?” Before your brain had even comprehended the question, Hermione had her hand raised. “Yes, Miss Granger?”

“It’s the most powerful love potion in the world, it’s rumored to smell differently to each person according to what attracts them.” You glance over at her, giving her a small smile.

“Correct Miss Granger. So, everyone get into pairs, create the amortentia, and then write a paper on what you smell.” Slugghorn finished, clapping his hands and smiling at the class.

Harry immediately looks your way, giving you an expectant look. You used to partner for everything, but you can't look at him without your heart-shattering. You frantically look around grabbing the nearest person to you. “Ron please be my partner-” He looked shocked but gave you a nod anyway.

Your heart squeezed when you saw the look on Harry’s face as you sat at your station with Ron. You didn’t mean to upset him, but you couldn’t handle doing a love potion with him. 

“Y/N? Why didn’t you partner with Harry— did something happen?” Ron whispered, glancing back at Harry. He was trying to help, but you couldn’t force yourself to confess. 

You just silently shrugged, placing the ingredients in the cauldron. You sighed as you stirred the mixture, technically Harry hadn’t done anything wrong. It was all your fault for not telling him how you felt. 

“No, I just felt like hanging out with you.” You smiled at him, lying through your teeth. It wasn’t his job to fix what was going on.

You finish stirring the concoction, it admitting characteristic spirals of steam, you glance into the cauldron seeing its distinctive light pink, mother-of-pearl sheen. 

“Ron you should go first, tell me what you smell, and I’ll write it down for you.” He gave you a nod, leaving over and taking a deep inhale. 

Ron’s face blossoms into a light pink, “I smell, parchment, and ink—“ He took another deep breath. “And butterbeer.” He finished looking at you awkwardly.

You slid the paper over to him, and your heart murmured. It was your turn, the thing you had been avoiding. You copied Ron, leaning in and taking a deep breath. 

Just like you feared you smelled him. Harry Potter. You glance over to his table, shocked when your eyes connect with his. His eyes narrowed at you slightly, as he ripped away from your gaze. 

You took another inhale, trying to ingrain the smell into your brain. He smelled like rain, like when you’d fly too high playing quidditch, the smell of the air just above the clouds. And chocolate frogs, the ones he’d always buy you on the train ride to Hogwarts.

You paused trying to identify the last scent, treacle tart, you’d always make him one for Christmas.

“I smell— uh rain, and chocolate frogs.” You hesitated, you thought for a moment to lie, that if you told Ron what you’d actually smelled he’d know immediately that it was Harry. 

Shyly you continued. “And treacle tart.” His eyebrows raised, and he gave you a knowing look as he finished scribbling down what you said. Your palms started to sweat, you wanted to disappear, fall into a hole in the floor.

“So—“ He starts dragging out the syllables, “You wanna talk about that or?” 

“I don’t wanna touch that subject with a ten-foot pole.”

—-

You scaled the stairs to the owlery, a feeling of anguish churning in your mind. It had been days of avoiding him, you missed the sound of his voice. You had made sure to use Ron as a buffer between you and Harry. 

You're so caught up in your mental rant, that you don’t even notice Ginny passed you. But you're shocked back into reality when Harry’s shoulder collides with yours, knocking you back a stair. 

“Bloody hell—“ You grimaced as you caught yourself, you looked up meeting his eyes, they were fiery, a look you had never had the misfortune of having directed at you before. 

“Harry—?” 

“I guess we both have our own favorite Weasley now, I’m sorry for holding you back from Ron for so long.” He hissed, his tone harsh. 

You were confused, an ache started in the back of your throat. You thought you were doing the right thing by distancing yourself from him, trying to give his and Ginny’s relationship a chance to breathe. 

Staying away from him was possibly the hardest thing you've ever had to do, you craved being around him. You missed his laugh, and the chaos he brought into your life.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked defensively, your arms crossed loosely. You had come to the owlery to clear your head, you never expected to run into him. 

“What are you doing here anyway?” He passed you stepping onto the stair below you while keeping eye contact. 

“Ginny and I had some unresolved business.” He said adjusted his tie, his voice was sickeningly sweet, dripping with sarcasm. He suddenly turned catching up with the Weasley girl, leaving you standing with an aching heart and glassy eyes

Once they were out of view, you slumped against the staircase wall, not being able to drag yourself to the top. Your heart pumped with anger that left you unable to breathe, tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, throat tight. The tears that had been lingering in your waterline and glazing your eyes finally spilled over with a heart-wrenching sob— vicious enough that you failed to hear Ron stumble across your broken form. His words replayed in your head, it wasn't necessarily the words that hurt the most. 

What hurt was that he was actively trying to hurt you.

Ron slung his arm around your shoulder as you shielded your face, sobbing into your hands. “Y/N what happened?” He whispered hesitantly, not wanting to make things worse. 

“Harry— you should've seen the way he looked at me. I've seen him give Draco more kind looks.”

—-

The hallway was empty, you were consumed in your book, almost screaming as someone gripped your forearm pulling you into an empty classroom. Your eyes narrow as they meet Harry's desperate ones.

“What do you want?” You hissed, ripping your arm from his grasp. 

“Look Ron told me what was going on and… this is a complete misunderstanding.” He stepped closer to you, causing you to back up. The back of your thighs hitting the edge of a desk.

“He did what.” The next time you saw that moron you were going to kill him, it was going to be the end of Ron Weasley.

“I know you like me Y/N,” He whispered, closing in on you. Your eyebrows raised, as he cornered you in his arms.

“And? You have a girlfriend, speaking of you should probably run along and find her.” Your heart was drumming in your chest.

“Me and Ginny aren't together.”

You recoiled— that's impossible, Harry had even implied that they were at the owlery.

You placed your hand on his chest, giving him a light push, you couldn't think of having him so close. He retaliated, placing his hands on the back of your thighs lifting you onto the desk.

“Harry,” You whined slightly, “What are you doing?”

“I'm showing you what I really want,” His hands reached for the buttons of your shirt, slowly unbuttoning your top. Your breath hitches, as you shrug off the top and Harry undoes the clasp of your bra. 

His touch was confident as he cupped your breasts, you rolled your shoulders, pushing your tits further into the coarse, dry plains of his palm as he watched you preen into his touch. He moves his hand to your other breast, circling your nipples beneath the pads of two fingers and your knee jolts high enough that your feet leave the ground.

"Tell me what you want."

“I've always wanted you.” 

The growl that tears out of Harry’s throat makes your cunt bottom out with want, the hand that had been manipulating your tits pushing up against your sternum before sinking into the side of your hair, tightening until you open your eyes to find his eyes locked squarely on your face. 

“Do you mean that?” Harry asks, the question ragged and urgent as it spills out from his mouth.

You jerk your head into a nod as his grip flexes demandingly into your hair. “Since first year,” You admit timidly “Since you bought me the chocolate frog on the train—”

Harry remembered it.

Hermione dragging you into their almost full cart, giving him and Ron a shy smile as you sit next to Hermione. You were quiet as he handed you the treat, cheeks flushed, a small smile gracing your lips. You eventually opened up, and your laugh lit up his whole world. He felt like everything would be fine as long as you kept laughing. He remembered how scared he felt when you were put in harm's way, how hopeless and desperate he felt.

Harry’s fingers flexed into your hair at the memories — When he speaks again, his voice is choked and desperate.

“Sweet girl,” He groans out, deep and heady and you whimper at the way your panties grow slicker at the endearment. Sweet girl. Sweet girl. You want him to call you that forever. You want to hear him gasp it into your ear — whisper it in the cool air of the classroom until your ears ring with it over and over again. Sweet girl.

A humiliating wetness forms inside your underwear, the material sticking uncomfortably. He unwinds his fingers from your hair, dragging them to cup your face. His lips, cracked in places and soft in others, press against yours in a soft and fervent kiss. 

You hook your legs around his waist, pulling him in between the space between your thighs. You pull away from the kiss as his free hand begins fumbling to unclasp his belt, your cunt weeps at the sight of Harry taking his cock into his bare fist. 

Starring wasn't the right word you were gawking.

He pulls your underwear to the side, brushing his cock against the soft curve of your mound, pausing just over the seam of your already swollen, slick-coated cunt. Another shuddering coil of heat flashes to your core, dropping your jaw open as you press your legs into his back slowly pushing him into you. Your whimper is humiliatingly needy, a noise that curls from the center of your chest and exists in your throat as your cunt hums. 

“Fuck,” You both gasp out jointly as he works himself into your wet heat inch by inch. 

“H-how are you so— so tight?” You pick up every crack in his voice as he draws back, his hips stuttering as he pauses to compose himself when your cunt squeezes down around him. 

“Don’t stop please.” Your tone is just a note over pathetic, as his grip tightens on your hips to still your attempts to fuck yourself back into him, to take those final few inches no matter how searing the stretch, “Don’t stop, Harry.” 

His thrusts start gently but get harder as his self-restraint slips away.

“Too much—” You gasp out, all air and desperation as your hips reel back against the ruts of his hips. The noises are obscene as they echo through the empty classroom, letting you hear your wet desperation with every slap of his hips meeting your ass as the force of him drives you forward onto the desk. 

“Don’t run from it,” He rasps out, advice masked as a command, “Let me take care of you, sweet girl.” 

Everything in you twists up, tight and urgent and blinding as he locks you back against the desk and quickened his pace, working you higher and higher, until your words burst from your chest, steeped in desperation. 

“Oh god Harry please.” You gripped onto his wrist, nails slightly biting into his exposed skin. Your eyes wrench shut as you exhale all the air in your lungs, your hips arching out and up.

And then— pressure. Blunt and thick as he breaks you open over his cock. 

It’s your name that wrenches from his mouth, hollow and wrecked, and he says it again and again between garbled praises until— “Gonna cum— sweet girl, i-if you keep— keep doing that—” He chokes out, swallowing tightly as he curls his fingers around the edge of the desk. His hips gave a desperate little thrust that sent him over the edge.

—-

“Here this is why Ginny and I were hanging out so much,” He pulled out a red box with delicate gold designs. He opened it shyly, showing you a silver bracelet inlaid with sapphires.

“You bloody idiot—“

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Hello, there! I've found your accound just recently, and i'm honestly enjoying your writings! Since i'm fond of my own share of characters, i hope you don't mind me requesting frequently for them! But can i possibly have a HP imagine with a Gryffindor Weasley sister and Cedric? It can be fluff or smut. Please do not push yourself to write it soon, take your time!

Ofc!! And thank you so much for requesting <3

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Veritaserum- Harry Potter x Reader

A/N: I hope you like it! Harry is such a little cutie!! Mostly from his pov Ig? Wanted to switch stuff up :)

Request: Can you do a harry potter submissive? I would love it! and PLSSS SUBMISSIVE HARRY

Summary: When a game of truth and dare goes right.

Song rec: To the End- Blur

Harry had no idea how he got himself into this situation, sitting around the Gryffindor common room, him and Hermione surrounded by the Weasley boys. The twins decided it would be a fantastic idea to play truth and dare with veritaserum.

“Your turn Harry, pick one of us.” No one had picked truth yet, scared of actually having to face the consequences. Small vials of veritaserum sit in the middle, unopened.

“Okay- Hermione truth or dare?” She looked anxiously around the group, slightly relieved that neither of the twins had picked her yet. 

“Let’s go with a dare.” She would rather do anything to have to take the veritaserum, she knew it would eventually lead to her having to admit her feelings for Ron.

“I dare you- “ His sentence stuttered as he watched you saunter into the common room; you always had this way of catching his eye. He could feel his heartbeat pick up as you met his eyes, heat rising to his face.

“Well, what do we have here- a game of truth and dare and I wasn't invited?” You fake pouted, sitting between Harry and the twins. 

Fred smiled, picking up one of the small vials, “With a special twist- absolutely no lying.” The twins seemed to perk up as you joined, “Harry was just taking his turn.”

“Hermione I dare you to-” He paused and looked at Ron, the ginger boy giving him a ‘do it’ look. “Kiss Ron.” He finished his sentence. Hermione's eyes widened slightly, her hands immediately clenching. Harry could feel your gaze turn to him, you expected him to dare her with something tame. Everyone but Hermione was slightly relieved the months of pining would come to an end. 

Hermione leaned over giving him a hesitant kiss, you could see both of them relax into it the moment their lips touched. You give Harry an approving nod, smiling as they break away. 

You could see the blush coating both of their faces, Hermione instantly stood up. “Well that's enough excitement for today-” She ran for the girls’ dorm, leaving Ron stunned.

“Yeah, I should be going to bed. I have an exam tomorrow.” Ron gave Harry an appreciative nod, patting his shoulder as he walked towards his room, stopping to give a longing look up the girls’ dorm stairs.

“Boo it’s no fun with just the four of us.“ The twins got up and followed after Ron, probably to go tease him about Hermione. 

“Potter I have an idea for a game,” You picked up one of the vials, handing it to him brushing your fingers against his. “No use in letting them go to waste right?” You ask unstopping the bottle and quickly downing it. 

He followed in your steps, It tasted like nothing but it set his chest aflame. He could feel his filter breaking down second by second. Every hidden thought he’s ever had suddenly surged into his head, and stopped at the tip of his tongue; just waiting for the right question to unleash it.

He suddenly felt naked, exposed like your eyes were piercing right through him. He scooted away from you, just your presence overwhelmed him. The way you smelled, the way you looked at him, the way you carried yourself, it was all too much. 

Every time he looked at you all he could envision were all the fantasies he had been pushing away from the moment he laid eyes on you. They weren’t very ‘chosen one.’  The way he imagined you teasing him, and telling him exactly what you wanted wasn't very ‘heroic.’ 

His shoulders tensed as you leaned forward, lightly placing your hand on his leg. “Harry? Are you alright, you look really pale.” He wished you hadn’t asked him anything.

He can feel the potion take effect, as the answer bubbles up in his throat. “I’m imagining you naked, that’s why I’m acting like that.” He had never answered anything, so literally and directly before; he underestimated the potency of the potion. 

He could feel the flush rise up his neck and land on his face. “That’s not- what- I’m so sorry.” His words jumbled as he tried to get out a million different apologies at once. He had expected you to have smacked him, to have stormed off leaving him an embarrassed mess. 

But you hadn’t.

You were still sitting there, progressively moving more and more into his space. Your pupils were blown wide, a slight flush on your face. Your hand slid further up on his leg, lightly swiping your thumb back and forth. 

“Harry.” The sound of his name drags him back to reality, back to the common room. The room in which the girl he was madly in love with was stroking his thigh, looking like she could eat him alive. He nervously glanced at you, your shirt more unbuttoned than the last time he looked your way. 

“Harry- do you think about me when you touch yourself.” Your voice was low, but syrupy sweet. It rolled off your tongue before you could give it a second thought. His eyes widen, looking everywhere but straight at you. 

The answer burning in his chest, he exhales it; releases it like a weight he’d been carrying longer than he’d care to admit, “Yes.”

He could feel his cock starting to throb, the closer your hand got to his crotch the harder he got. “What- uh what about you?” He attempted to take back some control of the situation. 

“Of course I do, you have such a pretty face. I imagine you coming undone beneath me.” You're sitting on your legs leaning forward. You brush your fingers over the crotch of his pants, up his chest, landing lightly around his neck. His cock was rock hard at this point, slightly panting. 

“Y/N?” He whispers, it doesn’t mean anything, in particular, he just wants to memorialize that it’s you touching him like this. 

“I’ll take care of you Harry.” You lightly push on his neck, guiding him to lay back onto his elbows with you on either side of his legs, hovering over his growing bulge. Your breaths are mingling, you both breathing shallowly, waiting for the other person's will to break. You brush your lips against his, and a whimper rips from deep in his throat.

“Please Y/N— kiss me. I want you too, I wanna be yours.” The veritaserum, not letting him second guess what comes out of his mouth. 

You give him what he wants. 

You roughly connect your lips with his, keeping your gentle grip on his neck to pull him closer to you. His body tingles when you finally settle over his growing bulge like he could feel every atom moving.

He pulls away from the kiss with a gasp, your lips chasing after his until you find them, kissing him again; his tongue shyly requests access to your mouth which you quickly grant. You lick into his mouth and he whimpers, grinding your hips into his lap and he pulls you impossibly closer, his hand pressing against your back the sensation is more than anything he has felt before. 

You finish unbuttoning your shirt, unclipping your bra, and tossing them to the side. He delicately slides his hands up your side, hesitating just below your chest. You grab his hands, cupping your breasts with them. 

“It’s okay to touch me.” You lean back slightly, meeting his gaze. “You’re so pretty, I wanna make you feel good.” He flushed under your stare, faintly gliding his fingers over your nipples. It causes you to grind down harder.

You pull his shirt apart, the buttons popping off in the haste. You had a mental note to fix it later, you drag your nails over his chest, rocking your hips faster. 

You impatiently unbutton his pants, freeing his cock. It started throbbing, bobbing off his abdomen leaking precum. He felt embarrassed under your gaze, you had barely touched him and he was already leaking.

You thumb over his tip, causing him to jump slightly. He sighed as you stroked him, you slid your underwear to the side; rubbing him against your slit. You groan as you slide down on his length, he gasps, gripping your hips tighter. You bottom out, sitting down completely getting used to his size. 

“Oh— oh my god Y/N please- please move.” His eyes rolled back slightly, he tilted his head to the side. You lean forward leaving open-mouthed kissing and marks in your wake, and you start to rock your hips. He’s snug against your cervix.

A soft sound curls from his throat and your cunt bares down at the wrecked sound of Harry’s self-control breaking. He’s recklessly bucking his hips up, trying to match your pace. His eyes are brimming with tears, and he’s drooling slightly. “Fuc—k fuck fuck.” His face was hazed with pleasure. 

“Are you feeling good… Harry.” You whisper his name, leaning in close to his ear. You could feel his cock twitch at the mention of his name. 

“So good— it’s so fucking good.” He bucked his hips, punctuating each word.

“You’re doing so good— such a good boy.” Harry moans at the nickname, he shyly brings your hand back up to his neck. You use the new leverage to rock your hips harder, you could feel the knot welling up in the pit of your stomach. It was desperate, and feral and you just want to use him to get you off. 

Thrumming static heat slithers down the coil of your spine, a soft swell of nerves getting tighter and tighter.

Until it eventually snaps. 

A scream almost rips from your throat as you're pushed over the edge, you dig your nails into his biceps, tilting your head back as your eyes roll back. You feel out of your body, your brain is almost not able to comprehend the pleasure you were feeling. 

His balls tightened, groaning as you tightened around him during your release. The fact he made you cum, almost made him bust right there. Searing pleasure rips through him as your nails sink into his skin, and his hips stutter as he empties his balls into you. 

—-

“Harry?” You ask, messing with the buttons of your half-unbuttoned dress shirt. “This might be a little late to ask- but do you wanna go out with me?” This is the first time tonight Harry saw you nervous, he grabbed your hand giving your knuckles a small kiss. 

“More than anything.”

[coldshowerkindanight]

ok the one you just wrote about being best friends with cedric inspired me. what if reader and him partner up for a class assignment and they learn to use a spell to let them watch each others dreams from the night before? And reader had a sex dream about Ced but didn’t remember…

That’s such a good idea! I should have it out in a couple of days :)

[coldshowerkindanight]

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Harry Potter-

Harry Potter

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~ Veritaserum

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Cedric Diggory

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Draco Malfoy

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