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nottsangel · 2 months

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— porn link.

dating dealer!theo is difficult at times, especially for a girl like you, who requires relatively a lot of attention that he couldn’t always provide given his spontaneous and irregular ‘working’ hours. thankfully for you, he allowed you to join him on his daily adventures. and yes, he was hesitant at first, knowing the dangers of his unusual job, but after all your whining and pleading, he agreed, so now you’re happily accompanying him, going from customer to customer on a busy day. and besides, he prefers to keep an eye on you at all times, knowing it’s easier to protect you with you by his side anyway.

but it was late already, the sun having set hours ago as the eerie moonlight seeps through the blinds of yet another customer’s house. you felt tired, bored, and most of all, suffering from a terrible lack of attention. the chatter between the men goes in one ear and out the other as you sit on theo’s lap, your head resting against his chest while feeling his gun behind the waistband of his pants pressing uncomfortably against your side.

theo, on the other hand, acts as if you are not even in the room, leaving you to sulk as you glare up at him through your eyelashes. he sits back, arms resting relaxed on the couch with his legs wide and his piercing eyes stern and narrowed as he gazes at the men in front of him, a little bag of white powder in one of his hands as he tells them his usual sales pitch. he exudes an air of power, dominance and authority, as his cold and emotionless face is fixed ahead, eyes occasionally darting to the stash of cash on the table.

when the two men momentarily leave the room to discuss further points, you wrap your arms around theo’s neck, trying to get his attention— which is… difficult. “theo, are we almost done? i just— i wanna go home.” you whine for the tenth time that day, clinging to him as you pout and stare at him with your best doe-like eyes. “we’ll be done soon, amore. be a good girl f’me and keep that pretty mouth shut for a little longer, okay? think you can do that?” you nod obediently, yet you let out a defeated sigh. you gaze around the unsettling, dirty room, the awful smell of all kinds of drugs mixed together filling your nostrils as the entire place looks like a mess, and you can’t wait to finally leave.

it’s in the car when he realises that you’re at your limit, as you refuse to talk to him, your arms crossed and an exasperated look on your face. luckily for you, he knows exactly what to do in moments like these. without saying a word, he drags you to the back seat and practically folds you in half with your legs in the air, almost touching the roof of the car, revealing your soaked panties and making you squeal. “okay. i know what’s going on here.”

the same intimidating, power-driven expression doesn’t falter from his handsome face as he rips your black, lace panties apart as if it’s nothing and folds your skirt up, exposing your dripping cunt that has been craving attention all day long. you gaze up at him with desperate eyes, finally about to get what you’ve been yearning for. a gasp escapes you before an abrupt moan slips from your swollen lips as he gives you some well-deserved pussy slaps, evidently relishing your reaction to his touch.

“such a needy fuckin’ slut. can’t even go an hour without some dick, huh?” he growls, practically drooling at the sight of your glistening cunt, feeling himself grow hard as he leans down and suddenly licks your slick arousal, eliciting a choked sob from you. he moans right into your core, never growing weary of your sweet taste, as he pushes your legs further apart, your muscles hurting at the stretch but the pain is quickly overshadowed by his soft lips sucking expertly on your aching clit.

you arch your back at his touch, your hands gripping his brown locks as loud, high-pitched moans escape your mouth and fill the car while he sloppily devours you like it’s his last meal on earth. “so this was all that was needed to get you to shut up? i see.” he murmurs cockily against your cunt as he suddenly slips two fingers in at once, the tip of his digits instantly rubbing against your sweet spot. “next time i’ll make sure to fuck you between every. single. customer, cara mia. gonna make sure you’re dripping with my cum all day long, like the dirty little slut that you are. and i don’t want to hear any fuckin’ complaints, got it?”

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reminder: reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated and keep me motivated. ty! ♡

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ahqkas · 4 months

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♯ DEALER ; theodore nott

PAIRING! theodore nott x fem!ravenclaw!reader

SYNOPSIS! smoking had never interested you before but when the local dealer catches your eye, you might get the experience of a professional

WORD COUNT! 2.9k

WARNINGS AND TAGS! smoking, theo is hogwarts’ dealer, reader is inexperienced in the area of smoking, theo teaches reader how to smoke, kissing

NOTES! i do NOT promote smoking / dealing in this, it’s simply a work of fiction!

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST!

CIGARETTES, SLENDER CYLINDERS OF FINELY CUT TOBACCO WRAPPED IN PAPER, HAVE LONG HELD A FASCINATION FOR MANY. Each drag brings a mix of sensations: the initial spark and crackle as the flame meets the tip, the first inhalation that fills the lungs with a warm, almost soothing burn, and the exhalation that releases a plume of smoke, curling and dissipating into the air like whispers. The nicotine within offers a swift release, a rush that calms the nerves and sharpens the focus, although temporarily.

In the heart of Hogwarts, where the whispers of ancient stories mingled with the soft rustle of parchment, existed a sacred place of knowledge known to all as the library. To the ordinary eye, it was just a place of shelves filled with dusty books and boring atmosphere. But to those who knew where to look, was a hidden secret only some had the privilege of knowing. It was here, that Theodore Nott found his sweet spot.

Theodore Nott moved with a smooth, practiced ease. He blended in perfectly, among the towering shelves and the scent of old books. To most, he was just another student, perhaps a bit more mysterious than others. But to those who sought him out, he was a source of comfort, someone who could give them relief from the intense pressures of their magical education. A dealer.

Theo's operations were known to be like a well-choreographed dance. A subtle nod here, a quiet exchange there, all under the watchful yet unsuspecting eyes of Madam Pince. The library was the perfect place for his discreet business. It offered the privacy and anonymity that his clients needed - students from various houses looking for a way to escape their stresses.

Cigarettes, slender and neatly wrapped, were his main product to sell. Easily accessible and easily sold. Each one was more than just a tobacco roll; it was an object of escape. Theo understood the draw of that first spark, the way the flame flickered before lighting a moment of calm. He saw it in their eyes - the relief as the smoke filled their lungs and the world's worries seemed to disappear, even if just for a moment. He wasn't just selling cigarettes; he was providing a brief moment of peace.

But the Slytherin's trade wasn't limited to tobacco. For those in deeper need, he offered small vials of potions, each carefully brewed and discreetly hidden. These elixirs could calm stressed nerves or boost a tired mind, depending on what was needed. Theo got everything you could dream of.

His reputation spread quietly through whispers in common rooms and soft murmurs in the Great Hall. To some, he was a lifeline; to others, a tempting distraction. And through it all, Theodore Nott remained a mystery, a figure covered in secrecy, walking the fine line between the pursuit of knowledge and the lure of the forbidden.

He was intelligent, cunning, and unbelievably handsome. No one would suspect him for a dealer.

That boy got your interest.

You stood hidden behind a tall shelf in the back corner of the library, your heart pounding loudly in your chest as you peered through the gap between two dusty volumes of Hogwarts: History. The library was quiet, the usual hum of activity reduced to a soft whisper. You were careful to keep yourself concealed, not wanting anyone to notice your presence, least of all the Slytherin boy.

Your eyes were fixed on Theo, who was standing in a quiet corner of the library, partially hidden by the towering bookshelves. His movements were smooth and calculated as he reached into his cloak and pulled out a small vial filled with a bright blue potion. The vial shimmered under the soft light, casting an ethereal glow that caught the eye of the Hufflepuff girl standing nervously before him.

Theo handed the potion over with a calm, practiced ease, his expression unreadable. The Hufflepuff quickly slipped a handful of coins into Theo's hand, their fingers brushing briefly before the girl tucked the potion into her robes and hurried away nervously. You watched as Theo carefully counted the money,

Good to know you won't be first to approach him with those feelings.

You stepped out from the safety of your hidden place, your heart racing as you made your way towards Theo. The decision had been made in your mind - you needed those cigarettes, even though you had never smoked a single one in your entire life. The Slytherin interested you, and what was better than the idea of approaching him with a business offer?

Theo's eyes flickered up as you approached and a flicker of surprise appeared on his face before he quickly masked it by his usual calm demeanor. He had noticed you before, the pretty Ravenclaw with the fierce personality, always absorbed in your studies. You were the exact opposite of his usual clientele, and that piqued his interest. What was the Ravenclaw's good girl doing here, with him?

He watched you with a mixture of curiosity and wariness, noting the determined set of your jaw and the way your fingers clenched around the strap of your bag that clung to your shoulder. You were nervous, that much was clear, but there was also a resolve in your eyes that he couldn't ignore.

As you came to a stop before him, the faint scent of old books and parchment lingering in the air between the two of you, Theo tilted his head slightly. "[Last name]," he greeted, his voice low and smooth, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of his mouth. This would be interesting. "What brings you here?"

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself. "I need some cigarettes," you said, the tome of your voice firm despite the flutter of nerves in your stomach.

Theo's eyes narrowed slightly, appraising you. He had seen many students come to him for relief, but your request was something he wasn't expecting in the slightest. Still, he had watched you from afar, intrigued by your quiet determination and the air of mystery that surrounded you. Could you blame him though? You were pretty, smart, and had a flicker of fire in you.

Just Theo's type.

Your request hung in the air, tension crackling between you like static electricity. Theo's gaze softened, his expression a mixture of concern and understanding as he considered your plea. Sure, he was a dealer, but he wasn't heartless.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea," he began cautiously, his silver eyes flickering over your determined expression. "You've never smoked before, have you?"

Well, that was surprising. How did he know that? You shook your head. "No, but I need something, anything."

Theo paused, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. He knew the risks of smoking, the addictive grip it could have on a person's life. Merlin, he smoked almost every single day, of course he knew. Yet, as he studied you, he couldn't not notice the desperation in your eyes - the same desperation that had driven countless others to seek him out.

But you wanted him for something entirely different.

Finally, with a sigh, he relented, his hand reaching out to offer you the pack of cigarettes in his hold. "I'll give them to you, but only if I can share one with you," he proposed, his voice soft yet firm, insisting on it. He wouldn't take a no for an answer in this. "And I'll teach you properly how to smoke. It's not something to take lightly."

Your eyes widened in surprise, gratitude flooding your features. Your plan worked. “Thank you, Theo," you breathed out a sigh of relief. "That means a lot."

The Slytherin nodded and a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Consider it a lesson in the art of stress relief," he said with a hint of amusement in his tone. "And the pack of cigarettes? It's on the house."

Decisions are the threads that weave the fabric of our lives, guiding us along paths both familiar and unknown. Good decisions illuminate our journey of life, leading us towards fulfillment and growth. They are born from careful consideration, informed by wisdom and experience, and guided by values and aspirations. In contrast, bad decisions cast shadows upon our path, obscuring our vision and stirring doubt and regret within us. They arise from impulsivity, fear, or ignorance, leading us astray and causing pain and disappointment. Yet even in the bad decisions, there lies the potential for growth and resilience, as we learn from our mistakes and strive to make wiser choices in the future.

You wondered if asking Theo for the cigarettes was a good idea.

You stepped into the cool night air of the Astronomy Tower, the darkness enveloped you like a familiar shadow. Above, the sky stretched out, filled with millions of flicker kisses stars. The moon, a delicate crescent hanging low on the horizon, cast a gentle glow over the landscape.

You tilted your head back, your gaze drawn upward to the constellations that adorned the heavens. To your left, the recognizable figure of Orion stood out, its three bright stars forming the distinct shape of the Hunter's Belt. Nearby, the sprawling form of the Great Bear dominated the northern sky, its outline marked by the gleaming North Star. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you identified the graceful curves of Cassiopeia, the Queen of Ethiopia, her celestial throne outlined by a delicate arrangement of stars. Nearby, the Pleiades cluster sparkled like a cluster of diamonds, its seven luminous stars casting a soft glow against the night sky.

The sinuous shape of Draco, the Dragon, snaked its way across the firmament, its serpentine form twisting and turning amidst the sea of stars. You through of the person whose name matched, and hung out around Theodore Nott every day since the beginning of your years at Hogwarts.

Theodore Nott. Of course your mind would run to him.

You found yourself leaning against the worn wooden railing of the Hogwarts Astronomy Tower, the cool metal digging into your forearms as you stared down at the pack of cigarettes you had received from Theodore nestled in your hand. With a heavy sigh, you traced the embossed design on the pack with your fingertips, your thoughts drifting like wisps of smoke on the night breeze again.

You had never imagined yourself in this position, a cigarette pack in hand, contemplating the choices that had brought you to this moment. Funny how decisions were full of consequences.

Theo - the quiet boy from Slytherin who had caught your eye despite the whispers that surrounded him. He was the one who seemed to exist on the fringes of Hogwarts' social circles, yet commanded a silent respect from those who sought him out for his promised offerings.

You couldn't deny the curiosity he stirred within you, the way his piercing silver eyes seemed to hold secrets untold, and his cold presence beckoned you like a moth to a flame. Despite the stark differences between the two of you - you, the respected Ravenclaw, he, the mysterious dealer from Slytherin - there was an undeniable pull between you, a magnetic force that defied logic and reason of the question: why?

Opposites attract, they say, and you couldn't help but wonder if there was truth to the saying.

Before you could react any further, Theodore Nott appeared beside you, his presence as silent and mysterious as ever. The faint scent of tobacco and earthy cologne trailed behind him. He smelled nice.

Without a word, he materialized a slender cigarette from his pocket, the tip ready to glow with a soft ember by the time he placed it in the corner of his mouth. He held the cigarette between his fingers and without breaking eye contact, he spoke in a low, calm voice, guiding you through the new experience with a patience you hadn't expected.

"First, hold it like this," Theo instructed, gently placing the cigarette between your fingers, positioning it just right. His touch was light, almost fleeting, but enough to send a spark of fire through you. You mimicked his hold, feeling the slightly rough texture of the cigarette paper against your skin. Theo's fingers lingered briefly over yours, adjusting your grip until he was satisfied.

"Now, bring it to your lips."

You felt a nervous tremor in your chest as you positioned the cigarette between your lips, its unfamiliar weight resting delicately. The cool night air brushed against your skin, but all you could focus on was Theo, standing close enough that you could see the slight smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. His eyes, sharp and penetrating, never left yours, holding your gaze with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. How could a man be this beautiful?

Theo raised his wand, the tip glowing softly. "Hold still," he murmured, his voice low and steady. You complied, your breath hitching in the back of your throat as the wand's flame drew nearer.

He leaned in, his fingers brushing your cheek as he steadied the cigarette. The moment stretched out, and with a flick of his wand, the tip of the cigarette ignited, the flame casting a warm, flickering light over your face. It felt oddly comforting.

"Now, take a slow, deep inhale," Theo instructed, his eyes never wavering from yours. The flame's glow highlighted the depths of his gaze, making the moment feel both surreal and intimate.

You did as he said, drawing the smoke into your mouth. The initial harshness made your eyes water, but Theo's unwavering gaze kept you grounded.

"Relax," he whispered, his voice a soothing sound to your nerves. "You're doing fine."

As you exhaled, your shoulders relaxed as well, the initial discomfort easing into something more manageable. Theo's proximity made the experience less daunting.

"Again," he said, his voice gentle yet firm. "Slow and steady."

You gave him a nod, your eyes still locked onto his as you took another drag, this time more controlled, more assured. The smoke filled your lungs, and as you exhaled, you felt a strange sense of accomplishment. Theo's lips curved into a small, approving smile, a silent acknowledgment of your progress and your heart skipped a beat.

Just as you started to feel more confident in your actions, Theo reached out, his fingers brushing against yours as he took the cigarette from your hand.

With a deft movement, he placed it between his own lips, a smirk playing on his face. Your breath hitched as you watched him, your eyes drawn to the way his lips curved around the cigarette. The pink lipgloss you had carefully applied earlier left a delicate mark on the paper, and now Theo's lips were tasting the gloss.

His eyes glinted with amusement as he took a slow, deliberate drag, inhaling deeply. The ember flared briefly, casting a warm glow over his features, highlighting the sharp angles of his face, making him look like an angel. As he exhaled, the smoke curled and twisted in the air between the two of you, dissipating into the night.

He removed the cigarette and examined it, his thumb tracing the faint outline of your lipgloss. The smirk on his lips grew more pronounced, a blend of amusement and something deeper, something almost appreciative. He turned his gaze back to you, the intensity of his stare making your pulse quicken.

"Interesting choice," he murmured, his voice low and teasing, the words punctuated by a cloud of smoke. His eyes flickered to your lips, then back to the cigarette, the smirk never leaving his face. "Pink suits you."

Without fully understanding what compelled you in the moment, you felt yourself drawn towards Theo, the world around you fading into a blur. You leaned in, the distance between you closing in a heartbeat. The night air seemed to hold its breath as you moved, your focus entirely on Theo's face, his smirk fading into a look of surprise.

Your lips met his with a gentle urgency, capturing the soft, teasing smile that had been playing on his mouth like it was nothing. The cigarette fell from his fingers, forgotten as his hands moved to cup your face, the coolness of his skin contrasting with the warmth of your own.

The kiss deepened, and you felt the soft flutter of his eyelashes at the apples of your cheeks.

When the two of you finally broke apart, breathless and wide-eyed, the night air seemed to rush back in, filling the space between you. Your heart raced, your mind reeling from what you had just done. You searched Theo's eyes for a reaction, finding a mix of surprise and something that looked remarkably like admiration.

Neither of you spoke for a moment, the silence stretching out, filled with unasked questions and unspoken answers. Theo's smirk returned, softer this time, as he ran a thumb over your cheek, brushing away a stray lock of hair.

"Well, that was unexpected."

You nodded, your own lips curving into a shy smile. "I don't know what came over me," admitting, your voice barely held the tone of a whisper.

Theo's gaze softened, his fingers lingering on your soft lips. "I'm glad you did it," he said quietly, the words hanging in the air between you.

Tonight had changed everything, and you couldn't wait to see where this path would lead. After all, the consequences of your actions didn't disappoint and you would be a fool to let the aftermath of it go.

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zvdvdlvr · 2 years

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harry potter ( masterlist )

➳ 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢.

header from @satwrnier

guide:

💋 - author’s favorite

🤍 - fluff

❤️‍🔥 - spicy

❤️‍🩹- angst

📌 - concept

💌 - blurb

🎞️ - moodboard

🎱 - headcanon

↬ Harry Potter

first night back ( harry potter )❤️‍🩹🤍

request: May I request a one shot Harry Potter with a reader who’s basically his personal healer, they’ve known each other since they were neighbors and she always looked out for him and banged him up and Harry is super protective of her.

↬ Theo Nott

dancing with the moon as our witness ❤️‍🔥🤍

a moment of tranquility for the two lovers.

↬ Draco Malfoy

killshot ❤️‍🔥

a party in the slytherin common room at midnight os always eventful

because i'm in love with you 🤍

draco needs the comfort only his girlfriend can bring during a death eaters meeting (or, in which y/n brings draco to tears with her loving words).

spin for me 💌🤍

↬ Regulus Black

five times regulus black felt his heart stop 🤍

silly little distraction 🤍❤️‍🔥

regulus needs a way to distract y/n from acing the potions test... hopefully distracting her from her midnight studies will help in more ways than one ( wink wink, nudge nudge )

fluff alphabet 🤍

↬ Cedric Diggory

fluff alphabet 🤍

↬ Remus Lupin

favorite bothersome husband 🤍

request: royal!au remus x male!reader, remus goes to annoy his husband because he's tired of king stuff

professor!remus x whiny!crybaby!reader ❤️‍🔥

acceptance 🤍❤️‍🩹

request: teacher remus noticing reader is upset and asks them what's wrong after which reader basically comes out as trans (ftm)?

movie night 🤍

request: remus & reader cuddling and watching halloween movie??

to have you 🤍❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥

bodyguard!remus yearns ror someone he cant have

pretty boys 🤍🤍🤍🤍

after a long day, grueling quidditch practice, and the full moon in a week and a half, the boys just need their girl

convincing dealer!rem to smoke w you ❤️‍🔥🤍

Vampire!Reader ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Revenge Sex ❤️‍🔥 + James’s Reaction 🤍

James cheated. Remus is pissed off with some of James’s recent decisions. To get back at James (and because he likes you), Remus has sex with you.

always proud 🤍💌

↬ Sirius Black

not one soul like yours, darlin' ❤️‍🩹

it's upsetting what people do to destroy other peoples' happiness.

every part of me 🤍

y/n recieves a letter from her lover, sirius black

until the end ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

y/n is a sensitive subject when sirius finds out how they met their demise while sirius was in azkaban

↬ Ominis Gaunt

Odd🤍

Ominis decides to sit with you as you finish your breakfast. An odd- and flirtatios- conversation ensues.

↬ Aesop Sharp

Give Me A Reason 🤍❤️‍🩹

You want to be an Auror. As one of his favorite and brightest students, Aesop tries to convince you to not put your life on the line for a job.

↬ James Potter

Roommate!James 🤍/❤️‍🔥

↬ Tom Riddle

tom and his interest in vampire!reader 🤍💋

#harry potter #harry potter masterlist

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poetryandbloods-blog · 6 months

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Basil Parkinson (1920 - 2010)

Anthurium Karkaroff (1930 - 2010)

Aspen Parkinson (1954 - 1998)

Guinevere Rowle (1960 - )

Pansy Parkinson (1980 - )

Alisso Parkinson (1985 - )

The Parkinsons lost a large part of their fortune when Basil was born, he graduated and became a dealer in dark objects, negotiating with goblins and wizards from all over the world.

He was never a Death Eater and married Igor Karkaroff's aunt, he was the cousin who took Aspen to the Death Eaters meeting, where he thrived among the ranks.

Aspen kept himself out of prison by claiming to have been under the Imperius curse.

He hoped to make an advantageous marriage for his daughter to the Malfoys, but he was killed after a war and an agreement was never formalized.

Pansy would later marry her classmate, Theodore Nott.

Alisso became a renowned potionist, he was not a pure-blood supremacist, having married a half-blood Hufflepuff. Despite differing from his family's opinions, he remained very close to his sister.

* I believe that people are much more than what they project. For me Pansy has grown as much as Draco.

** Daphne and Theo were very good friends, when Pansy and he started dating she started to have contact with Daphne and Astoria and it was she who introduced Draco to her.

*** She was very good at herbology and after graduation she studied to become a renowned florist, creating several varieties of magical plants to the amazement of her classmates. If it weren't for the prejudice between the houses and the war, she and Neville would have been an incredible pair.

#harry potter #hp #portraits #aesthetic #pureblood #hp meta #pansy parkinson #parkinson family #Karkaroff family #Rowle family

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raviliuz · 3 years

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Slytherin Boys' sexual orientation

Okay, let's start from the oldest so

Terence Higgs — bisexual

Honestly, Terence has never questioned himself about his orientation. His parents and older brother are really lovely, supportive people and he was raised to believe that it doesn't matters who do you love. So when he found out he is into both, he just shrugged it off, not finding it unusual. He has never actually come out, like "hey I have to tell you something... I'm bi". Nah, one day he just mentioned liking a boy in a conversation with parents

Marcus Flint — gay

Dude, it was hard for him. He's gay and he has been sure about that since he was 12 and had a GIANT crush on Charlie Weasley. Marcus himself is really tolerant, even though he doesn't look like he would, but his parents... Flint family is one of pureblood, noble families and Marcus is a huge disappointment for his parents. Not only does he have awful grades and can't even imagine working in Ministry but also turned out to be gay and stubborn enough to scare every girl his family introduced to him. But now he doesn't stay in touch with his family and his a happy person with an amazing boyfriend

Cassius Warrington — unlabeled

He was sure he's straight... Until he wasn't. He fell in love with a boy and it was harsh. Cass wanted to spend time with him and it was mutual. They became really close but Cassius still didn't find out he's attracted to him, not wanting to admit it even to himself. It caused a whole drama because Ernie (that boy) asked him out, being sure Warrington has feelings for him (like guys, he acted like they were already a couple). Cass blurted out he's not gay and fucked up pretty badly. Ernie was crying, Cassius realised he IS in love with him and was hating himself for hurting the boy. After a long talk with Terence, Cassius came to Ernie's dorm to explain his behaviour and say sorry. They are dating now. Cassius prefered to stay unlabeled, not really thinking about his orientation because naming it can be confusing and he doesn't want another crisis

Peregrine Derrick and Lucian Bole — straight

There is not much to talk about, they are straight. Never questioned it but they are really supportive and if one of them falls in love with a boy, he would just accept it. U know, being comfortable with your sexuality >> being confident about it

As a fun fact I can add that Lucian has no gag reflex which is a perfect topic for his friends to joke about. Terence once straight up said that he's wasting himself on being straight

Adrian Pucey — pansexual

Love is love, live in peace. Adrian, since he can remember, believes that gender doesn't matter. If a person is not a dickhead, he likes them and can love them. He did actually come out to his parents and friends but it's not much of a story, he has known they will support him and they do.

Graham Montague — i dont know how to name it

Okay, it's complicated. Graham doesn't think about his orientation at all. He doesn't really care about it, not liking naming things especially when there is no perfect term, which would describe him on point. He has been in love only with girls but he doesn't reject the thought of loving a boy or someone in-between. But the most important thing is that he doesn't seek for love. He doesn't find it necessary to be in a relationship, never trying to find a girlfriend or feeling the need to be in love. If he feels something, he will try it but it is not important for him. He would never use any type of dating app

Miles Bletchley — straight

He was questioning his orientation and wanted to try. Ernie (yes, the same Ernie from Cassius part, that's actually how Cass and Ernie got to know each other and became close) knowing how hard it is to be questioning orientation and seeking for true yourself, wanted to help. He and Miles started dating (it was clear for both of them that that can not work out and Miles might be straight and they were okay with it). Ernie was lovely but Miles became convinced he's straight, they are still close friends

Fun fact, Adrian was really opposed to the idea of dating someone to find out your orientation. He knows Miles made it clear and Ernie was okay with that, but Ade, being in love with his best friend, knows better than anyone that you cant choose who you love and you can fall in love knowing, you have no chances of dating that person. He was worried that Ernie, acting with Miles like a couple, might fall in love (it's not that hard when you are physically affectionate) and be hurt

Also — Draco bi, Theo Nott hetero-romantic, asexual, Blaise Zabini pan, Pansy Parkinson gay but likes making out with both, she just likes kissing and gender doesn't really matter, but yeah, loves girls

Well, it's longer than I thought it would be. Anyway, there was my school's day today and instead of lessons we have a topic day — every class had to choose a topic and dressed like that and decore classroom. My class did casino and it was awesome and I looked so hot and my tutor/main teacher did it with us and he was a dealer

I love my school (sometimes)

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thedeptmuggleinterests-blog · 7 years

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Inferius. Part 1: We Need More (26th July 2017)

Astoria apparated, the hood of her long black cloak shielding her face from passers by. She moved swiftly through the now overly familiar ministry offices, stopping suddenly outside a dark, worn door. She glanced around before opening it and walking into the small damp room. Only a steel table and two chairs occupied it, no windows and a small ventilation vent. She took a seat, removing her hood and waited for him.

A swift glance at the clock told Harry that it was time for him to leave. He sat amongst thick piles of paperwork in his office with a couple of coffee cups here and there. The morning had been long and slow. He wanted answers. With a swift Accio towards his jacket, Harry Potter was soon marching his way through the bustling corridors of the ministry of magic. Within minutes he stood outside the familiar oak door. He breathed sharply through his nose once and pushed the door open.

She looked up with a bit of a start when the door opened. After 6 years the situation still didn't sit well with her. Her eyes met Harry's as he moved his way into the room. "Potter," she spoke in a soft voice but it didn't cover the disdain in her tone. "I only saw you last week. I don't know what you think I can tell you." Astoria sat back in her chair, pushing her hair behind her ear.

He almost wanted to smirk at her ill tone. "Greengrass..." he returned, bluntly. Six years of her jibes and mind games had taught Harry an awful lot about Astoria, and he wasn't in the mood for games. "Let's just cut to the snitch shall we?" He approached the table and rested his palms on the sides of the cool metal, looking her dead in the eye. "Nott."

Astoria watched him, she couldn't deny she respected him but that hadn’t fully replaced her hatred of the situations he had put her in over the years. She leant forward, her face merely centimetres from his. "I've been trying," she moved back, shifting in her seat. "He trusts me but I'm not his number one, I don't have access to the supply yet. This is going to take longer than I thought. So you're going to have to wait."

An exasperated sigh left his mouth as he stood up straight and began to pace. "I've been waiting for nearly three months, Tori." Her nickname rolled off his tongue naturally. Their relationship was a funny one...Six years of payback for her crime by dishing the dirt to him. It was a fair price to pay, but they had fallen into their habits together. "He keeps disappearing. Where is he going?"

As she watched him she shook her head gently. "I know you've been waiting a long time. I want this to be over as much as you do," Astoria was fully aware of all the things she had missed, all the bridges she had to burn and relationships she watched crumble so as to not break her cover. She was silent for a moment, before taking a deep breath. "Bulgaria. I'm pretty sure it's Bulgaria. Shaffer mentioned it in the Den last week,” The Den was Theo’s favourite spot. A pub where purebloods would often go to fuel their drug and alcohol habits. “but Nott has never let up on that sort of info. “

Harry tapped his lip as he watched her speak. She was always so calm and he always felt so tense. This whole situation was like a ticking time bomb and if he didn't act soon, the whole scheme would fail. The main source coming from Astoria meant that Harry had to trust her. Six years was indeed a long time... but not enough time to fully trust a Slytherin. "Jensen Flatcher. 17" he started, moving the chair back to sit on it. "I had a call from his mother at 5 am this morning to tell me that she found him in his room with a needle charm sticking out of him. Dead." He paused for a moment to let her mull it over. "He'd just finished his second to last year at Hogwarts. Had a fantastic mind on him... wanted to become a Herbologist. Until he met your wonderful Theodore, that is." He scraped his chair along the floor so that he could rest his arms on the table and look at her. "We can't let him get away with this Astoria, it has to end and you need to help me. Innocent lives are being stolen because of this Wizard that you call your friend!? It cannot go on. I want you back in there and I don't just want names and gossip and speculation of a place, I want a confirmed place and I want to know when he will be there next."

Astoria watched intently as he spoke. She knew his next words would not the pleasant ones. Harry only sat when he was about to tell her something serious. She froze. Her heart beating against her chest as her eyes fell from his and her head bowed. The strikingly blonde hair that had been behind her ears now curtained her face, hiding an empty expression. This was bad. Astoria knew Nott was supplying, she'd spent the last few months getting close to him. Parading around Nott and his gang of some of the most brutish men Astoria had ever seen. Nights spent boozed up and high- all to get Harry what he needed. But it hadn't been enough. Astoria ran her hand through her hair as she lifted her head up to meet his eyes. The sadness was evident on her face as she whispered, "I'm trying. Nott is charming and very clever. He isn't going to give up that sort of information easily, Potter." Her mouth had gone dry as she stared into Harry's bright eyes. Astoria had seen Jensen at the Den a few nights before. He was a kid. He was friendly and now he was dead. The reality of what she was doing was sinking in. Before he was just a dealer, a supplier but this was death and she had been right there. Close enough to touch him as Nott took his money and gave Jensen what he had paid for. "Nott is not my friend, Astoria protested, "You think I want to spend my days and nights around that scum and missing my daughter grow up?" Her voice had become clearer as the sadness turned to anger. "I will get you what you need to put him in Azkaban but this has to be the last time."

He watched her slowly. Their business like relationship had been one of convenience, one that Astoria had been... reluctant to agree to at first with her pride and fiery temper getting the better of her. The change had been remarkable. Harry raised his eyebrows when she looked up sadly with big wide eyes. If this had been all those years ago, he wouldn't have even taken a second glance to know that she was being manipulative and putting it on. He had seen her go through it all, each job and each briefing with him slowly ebbing away to who she truly was. He would probably even go as far to call her an occasional friend, somewhat. It pained him a little to see her ill-treated by others in public, to hear his own wife go on about her and her lifestyle choices, judging her down to the ground. But he could not tell a soul who Astoria Greengrass really was. He couldn't tell them that she was smart, endearing, witty and even the slightest bit empathetic sometimes. Nobody could know, as they slunk around each week and met in a room that resembled an abandoned prison cell and stank of mould. The Minister had given orders to Harry himself... "We need to use her to our advantage, the witch is a pure blood, a former Slytherin and a Greengrass! What more could we need?". That was when the first task started, infiltrating small groups that were stealing family heirlooms and ancient artefacts. And here we were, six years down the line... Harry had been promised that it would be his last job on this seedy excursion. He had important things to do in the main belly of his job, really important things, plus a wife and two young children to go home to at night, a family who knew nothing. People might think he was having an affair with Greengrass if they weren't careful. It was all becoming much and he needed to finish it. He leaned forward towards Astoria, to show her at least some comfort as she proclaimed her dislike for Nott and promised him more. "I believe you Tori" he murmured "I want this finished as much as you do." He reached up to scratch the beard he had been letting grow out for the last few months. "One last time, that's all I ask. Get in, find out where and when. I promise that's all I need"

Her heart still pounding, Astoria stood, her heavy cloak hitting the floor with a small thud. “As I said, I will get you what you need.” She began to turn away, to walk out. She was exhausted, her head still sore from the night before. Yet again she had had to take her daughter back to her fathers because Nott needed her at one of his parties. It was Astoria’s job to charm them, charm the potential clients into buying whatever Nott had for sale that particular night. It came easy to her, and once she realised that, it disgusted her. She’d already convinced everyone around her that she was an unfit mother that she had often wondered if she would have been better off in Azkaban. At least that way she wouldn’t have to see Aldora’s face when she let her down time and time again. “I need you to promise me that after this, you will make it right somehow,” She turned to look Harry in the eyes again. They both knew the irony that the only person who really knew her at this point was Harry Potter, but she needed him and though she’d never admit it, she enjoyed him. “I know this was my punishment but I need my life back. I’ve done so much for you, for this ministry. I’ve given up everything.”

Harry nodded in agreement, he didn't deny it at all, she was right. There was no doubt that the crime she had committed those years back was serious and gods had she been made to realise that. He had made sure of it... On the last day of her preliminary probation he was glad to be rid of her. He would finally be able to wipe his hands and put her under another Auror to take charge of the rest of her sentence. But unfortunately for him, Shacklebolt had other ideas. Through the years of secret jobs, he had watch her slowly come out of her shell, yet crumble at the same time. Her hard and sour shell melted away to reveal a vulnerable woman, worried for her relationship with her daughter and others. The secrecy and gritty dirty work was slowly ebbing away at her, to show who she truly was: a human, a mother. Her child needed her in it's life. Harry never had the joy of his parents sending him off to Hogwarts, cheering him on at a Quidditch game or to coming home to them at the end of the schooling year. Who was he to prevent a woman from watching their own child grow? At the beginning of this, Harry would have said that Astoria deserved to be used as the ministry's puppet. But six years is a long time... He found himself staring at a fly on the wall for a minute as he went over her words carefully, before looking up at her and doing the one thing he'd never thought he would do in Astoria's presence. He smiled. "I promise"

Astoria smiled weakly to mirror his. She was no doubt glad to be able to put this all behind her but she knew that in order to get Harry what he needed, things had to get much worse. Sometimes she had enjoyed the cases Harry had put her on; they gave her an excuse to let out the frustration and anger that had pent up over the years but this was different. Nott was different. She'd known him for years, they all had. He was charming, warm, gentle....on the surface that is. During her time with him she'd witnessed his darker side. She'd once arrived at The Den just as he was finishing one of his 'training excersises' where he would take a tramp off the street, promise them drink and warm clothes then hang them to a wall all night, letting the highest bidder have a go at casting whatever hex or curse they wanted. She needed this all to be over. "Thank you," she mouthed. She was fully aware that Harry had lost his enjoyment for putting her in situations like this, and for that she was grateful. "Give me a few days and you'll have what you need." Astoria gave him and sharpe nod, pulled her hood up over her head and walked out of the room with all the grace of the pureblood princesses she'd been brought up to be.

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also, could you make a dealer!theo fucking you with his gum minific👉🏽👈🏽 (only if you can ofc🫶🏽)

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tw gunplay

“you gonna be a good girl f’me and take it, yeah?” theo murmurs, his voice low and raspy as you feel the gun prodding at your entrance, the cold steel sending goosebumps all over your body. the tip of the gun is slick with your arousal, the black metal glistening with your wetness as theo teases you by dragging it along your core without fully pushing it in just yet.

your cheeks heat up as you think about how you ended up in this situation in the first place. theo was mindlessly toying with his gun, spinning it skilfully, his fingers lazily holding the weapon as he whistled. but he abruptly came to a halt, a knowing smirk spreading across his face when he caught a certain glint in your eyes and he knew exactly what that meant— you were turned on. obviously, he couldn’t just let that go, so now you’re lying on his bed with your legs spread wide, impatiently waiting for him to fuck you with his gun.

“you want this, amore? you want me to fuck you with my gun? ‘s that what you want? huh?” theo growls, his eyes darkening as they scan your naked figure before landing on the gun pressed against your cunt. he stares hungrily with his head tilted slightly, relishing a sense of power. it feels so wrong, so… depraved, but your mind is too clouded with desperation as you spread your legs as far as they can go, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

“yes, theo, please, want it so bad!” you beg, making theo chuckle condescendingly as he leans down, hovering over you with one hand resting beside your head and the other holding the gun against your dripping, pulsating cunt. his head is merely inches away from yours, his hot breath on your skin sending shivers down your spine as his warm body presses against yours. “yeah? you want it that bad, sweet girl? so fuckin’ naughty.”

he then slowly pushes the gun into your aching hole, causing you to inhale sharply at the unfamiliar feeling of the hard edges of the gun and the danger that comes with it, making it difficult for you to relax— and theo notices immediately, as he firmly grips your face and forces you to meet his gaze. “hey, i need you to relax, alright? can’t do shit if you’re all tensed up like this.” his piercing eyes stare right into yours as his fingers dig into your cheeks, and you nod eagerly. “hmm. that’s my good girl.”

you feel his gun deeper inside of you, entering you inch by inch, while theo has now shifted to sit in front of you, his intently focused eyes glued to where his weapon pushes into your throbbing cunt. “that’s it, piccola. god, you’re so fuckin’ perfect.” he stops briefly to help you get used to the strange sensation as your heart pounds wildly, but the thrill and danger only turn you on more.

theo then uses his other hand to push your legs even wider as he slowly but steadily thrusts his gun in and out of you, the rigid surface strangely hitting your sweet spots with each movement. he bites his lip as he watches you moan blissfully, your back arched and your hands gripping his sheets with all your might, and he swears he could cum right there and then. you’re so lost in pleasure, the slightly painful feeling of the gun deep inside you mixed with the euphoric sensation of the firm contours massaging your inner-walls got your head spinning, and you can feel yourself get closer and closer to your release.

“wanna see you cum all over my gun, bella. fuck.” theo growls as his pace increases, the gun thrusting in and out of you at a relentless pace as his hand moves to your core, his fingers swiftly rubbing fast circles on your swollen clit. “fuck, fuck, fuck, theo! just like that, fuck!” you moan out, your body shaking at the sensation as theo groans at your reaction, his cock leaking at the tip in his pants as he gazes down at you with a hungry expression on his face. “my naughty girl.”

a few more thrusts and he pushes you over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you as he continues to draw fast circles on your clit, making your legs tremble. you let out a string of curse words at the overstimulation and push him away, causing him to grin as he removes his gun and throws it aside, the weapon clattering to the floor.

“fuck, theo, that was so ama— what are you doing?” you begin, your chest heaving up and down, but you quickly stop when you gaze at him through half-lidded eyes and see him unbuckling his belt in front of you. “aw, you thought we were done? that’s cute, real fuckin’ cute. c’mon baby, spread those pretty legs f’me once more.”

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reminder: reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated and keep me motivated. ty! ♡

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