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Do you write for George Weasley? I have a very steamy request for u

I do !!! pray tell 🫡

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guess who's back

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u should do more james potter smut 😏

idc the scenario i just love him

what if I told you that I love you and I'm scheming rn

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Ominis & Sebastian Going Down On You

Ominis/GN!reader and Sebastian/GN!reader. all characters aged up, NSFW below the cut ;)

Ominis

♡ "These are so wet already- why don't you just take them off?"

♡ Ominis says this all in the matter-of-fact way of his that would ordinarily be one hell of a mood killer, but presently, with him shirtless and on top of you, you find that you don't mind much at all.

♡ He smiles at you as you obey slowly, slipping your underthings down your legs partially before he takes hold of them with a tsk, sliding them down the rest of the way and discarding them to an unknown corner of the undercroft.

♡ "So beautiful." He'd mutter, half to himself and half to you, reverence thick in his pale eyes as he kisses a neat line down your torso. His hands are gentle and soft as they cup your hips, and Ominis continues to work his way down with his mouth.

♡ He hikes each of your legs over his shoulders, running his tongue through your folds in a dizzyingly slow motion. You exhale a breath you didn't remember holding, hips moving towards the friction but being caught by his patient hands, that guided them back to the ground.

♡ Ominis was determined to take his time with you.

♡ He'd take you in his mouth slowly, savoring the taste and feel of you. No matter how much you bucked and jerked against him he'd maintain his own pace.

♡ "Calm yourself, darling. I'll give you what you want, just wait a moment."

♡ You didn't want to wait a moment. Not with the way his tongue was working at you like magic and the undercroft was spinning and all you could feel was ..

♡ You're finished embarrassingly quickly. Your body reacts too quickly for your brain to catch up as Ominis makes impossibly quick work of you, and then continues.

♡ You sit up, thighs clutching and shaking around his head.

♡ He looked up at you through his mess of blond hair, and somehow, you knew he understood the expression on your face. He smiled into you.

♡ He doesn't stop.

Sebastian

♡ "I know the fastest way to feel better."

♡ You'd just finished telling Sebastian how stressed you were over your schoolwork, pouring over a large textbook at your desk in the room of requirement.

♡ You furrow your eyebrows at the boy who merely smiles back at you wolfishly, before crawling beneath your desk.

♡ You gasp and scoot your chair back to peak down at him. He grins up at you, taking the opportunity to spread your knees apart and make himself comfortable between your legs.

♡ You flush a brilliant red at the sight as your eyes widen. Sebastian was always a very forward man, but this was a whole new level. You swallowed hard.

♡ "Don't look so nervous baby, I don't bite." He purred, leaning his head against the plush of your thigh and looking up at you with those big brown eyes.

♡ "Less you want me to." He said, shooting you a wink. Your breath hitched. He punctuated his words with a gentle kiss to the inner side of your thigh, eyes still boring into yours as he gently nipped at the flesh.

♡ "Well, go on, then. Finish up your work."

♡ You blinked at him as he moved his head forward, pulling the chair legs forward so you could no longer see him. You could feel him, though. That much was certain.

♡ His tongue ran over the cover of your underwear and you felt your stomach do flips. You really, really hoped Deek wasn't coming back any time soon.

♡ You leaned over the desk, trying to support yourself as he continued to work at you.

♡ "Read it." He said, plainly. You turned even redder than you thought possible. You remained quiet for a moment, when teeth clamped down on your thigh once more. You yelped, before beginning to read the chapter you had open aloud.

♡ As soon as he returned to what he was doing you began stumbling over your words, to which he only seemed to move faster.

♡ By the time he'd had his way with you the first time, you'd completed two pages.

♡ Luckily, there was a whole chapter left.

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me about a minute into the beasts class quest

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if someone called me the god that heroin prays to I think I'd fall to my knees on the spot actually

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HP boys as Hozier Songs

All characters aged up + smut & fluff separated

Harry: Like Real People Do

♡ Harry has always felt alienated from others. That is, until he met you.

♡ You have always made him feel like a real person. Like he existed beyond his reputation as the boy who lived. To you, he was no one but Harry.

♡ “We should just kiss like real people do” Harry finds a home in you that he's never had anywhere else. When things seem impossible you are a light at the end of the tunnel, a persistent reminder that sooner or later, it will all be okay.

♡ You were so beautiful that it made him want to cry. Sometimes he'd catch himself gazing at you and forgetting to breathe, entirely enraptured.

♡ This morning was one of those mornings. He'd seen horrible things the night before, being an auror and all- but you, at the counter, fumbling with eggs he assumed you'd intended to cook for breakfast… the cruelty of some wizards was lost to him in the flow of your movements.

♡ Gentle, gentle touches.

♡ He worships you and he wants you to feel it in every brush of his fingers. The bend of your elbow, the back of your knee, it was all so perfect. So magical.

♡ His hands on your hips from behind felt like worship, your gentle moans a prayer.

♡ “So good, so perfect”, He'd murmur, nose buried in the crook of your neck while other parts of him were buried elsewhere- eggs long forgotten.

Ron: Movement

♡ “When you move I'm moved” Ron watches you and is inspired by your every move. For you, he wants to be so much more than he is. You make him want to be better, smarter, stronger- all while making him feel loved just as he is.

♡ He admires you. He always has. You look to him with these big, gentle eyes and he knows at once that nothing could ever make him happier than a home with you.

♡ He dreams of a quiet life but he gets lost in your motion as well. In your excitement, your passions- it's infectious. He builds his life around you and he doesn't mind one bit; he never could.

♡ He shows everything he feels for you that he can't articulate in every move he makes inside you.

♡ Your hands pinned above your head and his face flushed, he's determined to be the best he can be for you.

♡ It's wild, it's passionate, just like the two of you. The fire of his hair matches the fire of his heart as he trails bite marks and kisses down every bit of you that he can reach.

♡ The room grows warm with the fervent way he moves, not that you'd ever dream of complaining. You love it, every bit of it- your legs wrapping around his hips to drive him impossibly further

Cedric: Would that I

♡ Cedric loves every bit of you, in all your duality and ever shifting parts. If anything, it makes him love you more. And you do the same.

♡ He's a consistent man. He likes things to stay the same. His schedule, his plans- but you wreck them every time. You blow in like a breeze from the sea and he watches as you tear up all he thought he knew, smiling all the while.

♡ And God, he loves it.

♡ He would never dream of taming you, of trying to control you. The wildness is what he yearns for, it keeps him alive.

♡ He'd never try to tame you. Except when you're beneath him. That, is a different story entirely.

♡ He knows how powerful you are. How smart, how driven, how dedicated- he tells you every day. This only makes it that much more enjoyable to see you fall apart the way you do for him.

♡ “Go ahead honey, let go for me.” He'd whisper, moving you up and down against his hips with strong hands.

♡ He loves relieving you. He sees you carry the weight of the world on your shoulders every day, nothing brings him more pride than affording you this release.

♡ Getting his dick wet is just a happy bonus.

Fred: Nobody

♡ “I wouldn't fall for someone I thought couldn't misbehave”

♡Fred is mischievous, reckless, impulsive. He's a hazard, a concern, a risk. And he's content being all these things. Hell, he takes pride in the labels stuck to him by his parents, professors, and other authorities.

♡ He is certain that he will never meet anyone who can match his energy the way George does, until he meets you.

♡ You, a firecracker. You, who speaks without thinking. You, who casts jinxes like you were born to do it, faster than even he can.

♡ The first time he sees you inflate someone's ears he is in love. Absolutely head over heels heart eyes.

♡ He knew he had to have you right then. And have you he did.

♡ As recklessly as the two of you did everything else, you did this. But this was not haphazard, like the assignments you both so often failed to turn in. This was precise and messy, gentle and harsh, satisfying and yet always leaving a need for more.

♡ His lips crashed into yours and fireworks erupted in your belly. He shoved you against the wall and you hooked your fingers through his belt loops, grinning wide into the kiss.

♡ “You're gonna be the end of me, baby” He'd whisper against your lips. “Not today,” You'd reply, leaning in to kiss him again. He is more than happy to oblige you.

George: Damage gets Done

♡ Life is full of surprises, and George has always preferred to go with the flow. You have been his favorite surprise by far.

♡ He fell in love with you slowly. He fell in love with your smile first, and from the first time he saw it, it has been his personal mission to see it as many times as he possibly could.

♡ You fell into his life all at once, without any sort of warning. And as shocked as he was that he was so taken with someone, he knew at once that this was not something to be wasted. No, with you, he could not go with the flow. He could not just let things happen. By some stroke of luck you came into his life, he could not let you go.

♡ You fell into his life,

♡ And now you fall into his lap.

♡ He buries his head in your chest while you move up and down atop him, nails digging into his freckled shoulders as your head falls back.

♡ He looks away from his ceaseless kissing and sucking to look at you, taking in the art that was you falling apart for him. He'd grin at you, wrapping his arm around your waist to lean you back so he was on top once more.

♡ He'd bury himself inside of you with each thrust, nipping at all the skin he could reach before tracing a gentle hand over it, completely lost in you.

♡ Your hands tangle in his ever messy hair and he feels more purpose than he ever has before, right here, with you pressed against him.

Tom: NFWMB

♡ “Give your heart and soul to charity, because the rest of you, the best of you, honey- belongs to me.”

♡ It shouldn't come as a shock that Tom is a possessive man. You aren't just his partner, you are his. Period.

♡ “Nothing fucks with my baby” As cruel as he can be to you, he would never tolerate such behavior from anyone else.

♡ Someone glares at you, and they have been cursed. Someone dares to insult you, and it's the last words they ever say. And God help anyone who ever hurts you, really hurts you. For them, death would be merciful. You are his, and nothing hurts what belongs to him except for him.

♡ He fucks you with that same spirit of ownership. This is not necessarily a good thing- unless you're into that.

♡ He cares little for your pleasure. It doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things- you're his. You couldn't leave if you wanted to, not that you'd ever want to. Right?

♡ He fucks you to clear his head, to clear his body. You're a dumping ground, but you're his dumping ground. You're pathetic, but you're his. Perhaps that's enough. For him, that is enough. For you, it has to be.

Blaise: It Will Come Back

♡ From the first shred of kindness you showed Blaise he was weak for you. Rarely were people sweet to him the way you were without an ulterior motive. A taste of love was all he needed, and he was hooked.

♡ From then on, to pry him away from you was difficult. Though he kept his physical distance the majority of the time, his thoughts never left you.

♡ He had a reputation to keep up, but you knew what it all meant. The gifts, the letters, the looks- he was all yours. Once or twice you forgot to reply to him, and there he was the next day, outside your dormitory. Like a moth to a flame, he was, and is, drawn to you.

♡ He makes love to you like a ritual. You are a God and he is your humble servant, this is the only place in his life where he is anything but in charge. For you he is weak, he is malleable.

♡ His eyes hold a depth you drown in as he stares at you from just above, forehead pressed to yours.

♡ His thrusts are slow and steady, always sure and confident in what he's doing.

♡ His hands make quick work of you, again and again and again. He's amazingly controlled as he moves. He is locked in on you and every reaction you're giving him, completely unbothered by his own growing arousal.

♡ “It can't be unlearned, I've known the warmth of your doorway. Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you.”

Draco: To Be Alone

♡ “When you kill the lights and kiss my eyes, I feel like a person for a moment of my life.”

♡ Draco is a bad man. He knows this, his friends know this, everyone knows this.

♡ Except you. You don't seem to understand that the arms that hold you are soaked in unfathomable amounts of blood, that the eyes that stare into yours have seen unimaginable things.

♡ For this, among other things, Draco loves you.

♡ With you and you alone, he feels innocent. He feels pure for the first time since he was a child, bathed in your light and temporarily absolved of the guilt he carries.

♡ The voice that reminds him what he's done will always be there, but so will yours, always there to quiet it. He has found a sanctuary between your lips, a gift he never could have dreamt of, but something he no longer knows how to live without.

♡ Your bedroom is a sanctuary of sorts, for the same above reasons

♡ You put your mouth on him and the tension leaves him all at once. His knees nearly buckle, he has to seek support from the desk you have him backed up against.

♡ He has to stop his hips from bucking forward of their own accord, not wanting to startle you

♡ His hand moves down, stroking your cheek and tangling in your hair while you move up and down his length, staring up at him

♡ How could you ever expect him to last when you look at him like that?

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Your teacher, Professor Eleazar Fig, dies at the end of Hogwarts Legacy. This happens in all possible endings and can't be changed. Oh and Rookwood is the one who cursed Anne while the goblins were framed.

i know lmao ive played through before. are you trying to spoil it or something? that's shitty

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i am irrevocably in love with poppy sweeting

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Could you please do the first time with the HP boys? Preferably the reader is a virgin?

already done! here you go :)

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did you delete the rest of your stuff? idk if it just shows up like that for me

yes I had a wee bit of a breakdown and deleted everything, but it's all available on tiktok still! same @ over there:) lmk if you guys want reposts

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could you please do hp boys going down on YOU? i loved the last one

yes!! I forgot to tag but

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Receiving Oral w/ HP Boys

smut below the cut!!! all characters aged up

Harry

♡ More than anything, Harry is nervous. Nervous to mess up, nervous to do poorly- just nervous. 

♡ But this doesn't stop him from trying. Quite contrary, actually, he tries very hard. 

♡ He has never gone down on anyone before, but he has …. done his research. 

♡ He's gentle and cautious at first, but the sounds you're making spur him on like nothing else 

♡ “So good, so so good. You can give me another right?” 

♡ He finds himself quickly drunk with lust, addicted to the reactions he's pulling from you 

♡ You will have to pull him off, because he's not stopping until his jaw locks up. 

Ron 

♡ Weasley's man, I'm telling you. 

♡ This is probably one of the first sexual things you guys do together, period. Just going down on each other. No risk, high reward- what could be better?

♡ He's ever done it before you, but unlike Harry, he is not nervous in the slightest. In fact he is glaringly confident 

♡ For good reason, too. 

♡ Ron is, in a word, ravenous. 

♡ He may be oblivious most of the time, but in this arena, he is not. Quite contrary, he is incredibly in tune with you. Every move you make, every sound that leaves your pretty lips, he's listening and adjusting accordingly 

♡ “Fucking hell,” Is all you'd get from him, once or twice. His mouth is too full for him to say much else. Not that you're complaining. 

Cedric 

♡ Cedric is not a huge fan of oral. He prefers to get to the main event, where you're both feeling good. But seeing how interested you are in it, he's willing to try it. 

♡ And God, is he glad that he did. 

♡ He has you lay down on your back for him while he explores slowly, moving at an agonizing pace

♡ The first time you cum, he's shocked. He'd hardly done anything at all and here you were, a mess. 

♡ It opens up a whole new world of possibilities. 

♡ He watches and enjoys as feather light touches elicit the most extreme reactions from you, taking unbelievable pleasure in the way you're so desperate for him

♡ Yeah, oral becomes a staple of your foreplay from therein. 

George 

♡ He wants this. He wants it an incredible amount. 

♡ You never have to ask. He is ready to go, constantly. 

♡ Under the desk. In a closet. On his bed. On your bed. On Fred's bed. Everywhere. 

♡ George Weasley is absolutely nothing in this world if not a munch. 

♡ And God, is he good at it. Entirely too good at it. It's almost too much, the way he devours you without inhibition. 

♡ You have to push him off when you've finally cum too much for you to handle, and simply can't keep going. Even then he'll try to persuade you to just let him help you clean up, resulting in an eventual round 10. 

♡ “Come on baby, you're okay. Hush pretty girl/boy, one more.” 

Fred

♡ Fred isn't a munch per se. He is, however, a freak. 

♡ He's always looking to try something new, something experimental. 

♡ One day, an idea occurs to him. What if he combined his two favorite things? You on top, and him making you feel good. 

♡ This lands you here, on his face 

♡ Fred LOVES it. He loves the way that he's drowning in you while you rut against him, his fingers digging into the fat of your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he pulls you down against him. 

♡ He's looking up at you with greedy eyes while you use his mouth to get off, and he could not be more thrilled.

♡ “Y/N, I told you to sit, not hover. So fucking sit.” 

Draco 

♡ 69 sorry not sorry. 

♡ Draco is a very greedy man. He takes and gives nothing back, as has always been the case. 

♡ Luckily for you, this does not apply to sex … most of the time 

♡ He loves to have you sat on his face while you go down on him so he can feel you struggling to focus, choking on him while you shake against him. 

♡ He makes a game of it, trying to get you to finish before he does. More often than not, he wins 

♡ “Merlin, Y/N. Already? Tsk.” 

Blaise 

♡ He does it to think. I'm not kidding. 

♡ He's stressed out? You're crushing his head between your thighs. He's confused about something? You're sat on his face. 

♡ He uses you as a reassurance, taking pride in the way he can make you feel so, so good. 

♡ If he can control nothing in this world he can control how hard you're cumming on his tongue, amen.

♡ “Lay back.” He'd say, bursting into the room from what you can only assume was a long night, loosening his tie just enough for it to hang on his neck. “You know what I want prince(ss). Help me out, won't you?” 

Tom Riddle 

♡ Like most things with him, it is a ploy. A plot, to make you weak, make you pliable. 

♡ To Tom, there is no position more powerful for him than between your legs, staring up at you while you struggle to create any thoughts whatsoever. And that's exactly how he likes you; totally brainless. 

♡ Unlike the others, though, this is not about your pleasure. He is mean about it, always. More often than not, he goes down on you as a punishment, not a reward 

♡ He withholds orgasms for so long you're crying, shaking against him 

♡ And when he does let you cum, he refuses to let you stop- overstimulating you into a puddle

♡ He's a powerful wizard, he can go all night. And he does. 

♡ “What, it's too much?” Tom asks, raising an eyebrow with a sneer. “That's too bad. You aren't moving until I'm done with you.”

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Requested by: @irissfoot

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Drabbles ; Omnisis Gaunt × GN!Reader ; Sebastian Sallow × Implied F!Reader

smut below the cut! all characters aged up!!!

Sebastian Sallow

Sebastian knew from the moment he saw you in defense against the dark arts that one day, you would be his. He wouldn't have it any other way, he couldn't bear it.

So when the two of you began dating, he was very careful not to screw it up.

He was the perfect gentleman. Holding doors, pulling out chairs, insisting on paying with what little money he had. He was on his best behavior for you.

The first time you kissed him, he was floored. His mouth hung agape for a moment, eyes unable to open as he tried to gather his thoughts. Once he did, he felt as though someone had put an imperious curse on him, the way he had to resist the urge to kiss your lips raw.

From there, your relationship blossomed, and got more and more … advanced. What began as kissing in the corridor became kissing in a locked closet, which sooner or later, became kissing in his dormitory. Then kissing on his bed. That leads us here.

Sebastian would look down at you with the most love you'd ever seen in someone else's eyes as he utters the question. “May I?” He'd ask, the slightest shake in his hands as they hover above the hem of your skirt. The very moment you said yes, his lips were on yours, and his hands were roaming like mad. He seemed to be trying to commit every inch of your skin to memory, as if he wanted nothing more than to remember it all forever. Your clothes were discarded before you could even begin working on his, and he was staring at you like a man starved at a feast.

“Merlin,” He'd whisper to himself, running his hands down your sides and settling them on your hips. He met your eyes then, his own wider than you'd ever seen them.

“You're sure?” He'd ask, but your insistent tugging at his pants would tell him all he needed to know.

Omnisis Gaunt

Ominis never thought he'd feel this way for another person. He'd been horny before sure, but never for anything real. Usually it was just a passing feeling that came and went, and he dealt with it as it did. There was no rhyme or reason to it. But since your arrival at Hogwarts, this has changed. He found himself distracted in class by the smell of your shampoo beside him. Found himself unable to sleep, or worse, waking in the night with a wet spot in his boxers. It was unbecoming of him- how insatiable he'd become. So, he dealt with it the only way he knew how. On his own.

You had just answered a particularly difficult question in Charms the moment the teacher asked like it was nothing, and he simply couldn't take it anymore. The moment the class ended he was out the door and in a broom closet, rubbing against his hand as if his life depended on it.

Fortunately, you happened to see him walk inside. Spurred by curiosity and concerned for his wellbeing you decided to follow- only to see the usually so put together boy falling apart with your name on his tongue. He stopped the moment he heard the door open but it was too late. You stepped into the broom closet and shut the door behind you. Unlike him, you had the forethought to lock it behind you.

“Ominis,” You began, but he cut you off.

“What the hell are you,” but you were done with interruptions. You'd wanted him as long as he'd wanted you, and now was your chance. You leaned in and kissed him, hard, before pulling away.

“Do you want to do this?” You'd ask, voice low. His face would flush deeper than you thought possible, but after a moment's contemplation, he would agree.