#older!harry x younger!reader

[pinkboaclub]

Sweet Thing [prequal blurb]

Summery: You and Harry are best friends, despite your 15 year age gap. He asks you to be his date at a work party, but doesn’t realize how possessive he just may be.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: older!harry, angst then fluff, age gap (15 years), possessiveness, fem!reader

"Pretty dress for a pretty girl," Harry's voice came from the doorway.

You stood in front of the mirror, carefully adjusting the fabric of your dress. The material clung to you in all the right ways. A swirl of nerves knotted in your stomach, making you second-guess your choice.

You glanced at him in the reflection, feeling a little unsure. "It’s not too much, is it?"

He moved closer, his footsteps light, his eyes never leaving you. "Not at all. You look perfect." His lips kissed your head as his hand gently rested on your shoulder.

Harry had invited you as his date to a work party he was hosting. You’d met a few of his colleagues in passing, but never like this, never as Harry’s date. The thought alone made your palms a little sweaty.

You adjusted your hair and gave yourself one last look in the mirror, making sure your makeup was just right. With a final spritz of perfume, you took a steadying breath and linked your arm with Harry’s. He gave a warm and reassuring smile and led you downstairs.

"Such a gentleman," you teased as he opened the front door for you and guided you into the passenger seat of his car.

He chuckled. "Someone has to be."

The drive was quiet but comforting. Harry was always at ease, making small talk about work, the city, anything to fill the space. When you arrived at the venue, he did the same, opening the car door with an easy grace before helping you step out onto the red carpeted walkway.

"Shall we?" he asked, offering his arm with a charming grin.

You giggled and nodded, slipping your hand through his and walked into the party.

Once inside, the atmosphere was very shiny, polished, full of people wearing smiles that were just a little too perfect. The men shook hands, the women glided in their gowns, and everyone seemed to be in conversation for the sole purpose of making connections.

It wasn’t long before you were swept away by some of the wives, pulling you into their circle.

They didn’t waste any time with small talk, quickly asking you about Harry. "So, how long have you and Harry been dating?" one of them asked.

"Oh, we’re just friends."

The woman blinked at you in surprise. "Really? But you’ve…well, you’ve slept together, right?" She bluntly asked.

The question hit you like a splash of ice cold water. You shifted uncomfortably but kept your composure. "No, we haven’t."

Her eyebrows arched, and she let out a knowing laugh, that was almost condescending. "Well, you could have fooled me."

You had no idea how to respond. Before you could get any words out, another one of the wives chimed in, dragging the conversation in another direction.

Meanwhile, Harry was engaged in a conversation with Eric, a colleague of his.

"She's beautiful, Harry," Eric commented as he raised his glass, a smirk on his face. "How long have you two been together?"

Harry stiffened just the slightest bit before answering, without thinking, he lied, embellishing the truth. "A couple of months. But we’ve been friends for a while."

Eric raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by the distinction. Harry wasn’t an idiot. He knew Eric had eyes on you, despite him being 50 and you being 23. He knew he had no right to interfere, he should have let you reject Eric yourself, but he couldn’t help it.

Later in the night, you found yourself conversing alone with Eric. He was charming and handsome, a silver fox, but something about him made you uneasy.

"You and Harry seem like a great couple," Eric remarked, a glint of something almost predatory in his eyes.

You laughed, trying to keep the conversation light. "Oh, we’re not a couple."

He blinked in surprise. "Really? Harry told me you two were dating.”

“Uh, no, we’re close friends, he asked me to be his date tonight.”

Well, if you’re single, can I get your number? I’d love to take you out." He pulled out his phone, the screen glowing in the dim lighting.

It wasn’t that you were actively avoiding relationships, but you certainly weren’t looking for one at the moment. Still, you didn’t want to make things uncomfortable, especially since you didn’t have the ‘I have a boyfriend’ excuse anymore.

"Sure," you said with a smile, though your body tensed up. You grabbed his phone, typing in your number.

From across the room, Harry’s eyes locked onto the scene. His face darkened, though he kept his distance, the line of his jaw tight.

The rest of the night felt like an endless loop of small talk, but something in Harry’s demeanor had shifted. He was quieter, more reserved around you, though he wasn’t outright rude. You noticed it, the way he was almost avoiding you, his answers shorter, less engaging. But you didn’t have time to dwell on it as the night was already winding down.

"Not really in the mood to stay, bunny." he muttered in your ear, his voice tired.

You nodded. The drive back was silent, but the tension between you both was thick enough to feel like it was pressing against your chest.

"Harry," you began, hesitating, "Why did you tell Eric we’re dating?"

He didn’t immediately respond, his fingers tight on the steering wheel. "Are you really thinking about going with him?" he asked, his voice quiet, but his words sharp.

You raised an eyebrow, playing along. "I don’t know. He’s kind of cute. Do you have a problem with that?"

Harry’s gaze flickered to you for a moment, his lips curling into a tight, frustrated smile. "He’s too old for you," he muttered under his breath.

You didn’t bite back immediately, instead choosing to remind him, "We have a pretty big age gap, you know."

Harry’s eyes flashed, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the wheel. "He’s 50, I’m 38. And he’s just trying to bone a 23-year-old before never talking to you again."

The words stung a bit, you felt a sharp pang in your chest. It wasn’t just the age comment, but the way he spoke about it…like you were some sort of object for Eric to claim and discard.

You were already pulling at the door handle by the time the car came to a stop in front of the house, your silence louder than any words. Without saying anything, you stepped out and headed inside, your heart thumping as you retreated to the bathroom to shower.

Harry immediately regretted his words, he had let his emotions get to him. He decided to wait outside the bathroom door, which was connected to his room, and wait for you so he could apologize. He sat on his bed quietly, replaying the words in his mind, guilt flowing through him.

After a few minutes, you emerged in your pajamas, your wet hair dripping slightly. Without a word, Harry pulled you into his lap, his arms wrapping around you as he buried his face in your neck.

"I’m sorry," he murmured, his voice filled with regret. "I didn’t mean what I said earlier. I just…I just feel protective of you. And I never meant to imply that Eric only sees you for your age and not how perfect you are, sweet thing."

You relaxed into his embrace, a soft smile tugging at your lips as his lips started to travel around your body. His kisses were gentle as they went down your face, across your cheeks, your forehead, then back to your neck, making you giggle and squirm.

"I forgive you," you whispered, your voice light, the tension finally slipping away. “And for the record, I wasn’t actually considering going on a date with him, you’re the only old man I want in my life.”

He laughed out, more guilt rushing through his body, thinking about how much he overreacted when you weren’t even being serious.

“I love you, sweet thing, I promise not to cock block you the next time you’re about to get some…even if the dick is old enough to be your father.”

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Cruel Love

synopsis: Harry Styles is the bad boy of your college campus—arrogant, untouchable, and devastatingly handsome. You're the shy, innocent girl who accidentally catches his attention. But Harry doesn’t do sweet. He does mean. And for some reason, he’s set his sights on you.

Warnings: Warnings: ,Angst, Bullying/Mean Behavior, Power Imbalance, Possessive Behavior, Strong Language, Steamy Content, Emotional Manipulation, Enemies to Lovers, smut, sex scenes

paring: Harry x y/n

The first time Harry noticed you, you were tucked in the corner of the library, biting your lip in concentration as you scribbled notes. He smirked to himself, watching how your brows furrowed when you were deep in thought.

Too easy.

He sauntered over, his leather jacket creaking as he leaned over your table. "You’re in my seat," he said, voice dripping with arrogance.

You blinked up at him, startled. "I—I’m sorry, I didn’t know—"

"Didn’t know, or didn’t care?" His green eyes glinted with amusement as he watched you fluster.

"I’ll move," you whispered, already gathering your books.

Harry chuckled, pressing a hand down on your notebook to stop you. "Nah. Stay. I like watching you squirm."

Your cheeks burned. You didn’t understand why he was like this—why every word out of his mouth was sharp enough to cut.

But Harry knew exactly what he was doing.

Because breaking you?

That was going to be fun.

Harry made it his mission to torment you.

He’d "accidentally" bump into you in the hallway, his hands lingering just a second too long. He’d smirk when you dropped your things, then kneel down to help—only to whisper something filthy in your ear that left you breathless.

"You’re such a mess, Y/N," he taunted one day, cornering you after class. "One look from me and you fall apart."

"I don’t—I don’t like you," you lied, your voice trembling.

Harry’s grin widened. He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. "Liar."

You hated him.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

It all came to a head at a party.

You were trying to avoid him, but Harry had other plans. He found you hiding in the kitchen, clutching a red cup like a lifeline.

"Running away again?" he drawled, stepping too close.

"Leave me alone, Harry," you pleaded, but your body betrayed you, leaning into his warmth.

He cupped your chin, forcing you to look at him. "You don’t mean that."

And then—he kissed you.

It wasn’t sweet. It was claiming.

When he pulled away, your lips were swollen, your eyes dazed.

Harry smirked. "Told you you didn’t hate me."

The party was still raging around you, but in that moment, all you could hear was the pounding of your own heart. Harry’s lips had left a brand on yours, his touch still burning your skin.

You pulled away, breathless, your fingers instinctively touching your lips. "Why did you—"

"Because I wanted to," he interrupted, his voice low and rough. His green eyes were dark, unreadable. "And you wanted me to."

You shook your head, but the lie was obvious. Your body had responded to him instantly, betraying every protest you’d ever made.

Harry smirked, victorious. "Admit it, Y/N. You’ve been thinking about this."

You hated how easily he saw through you.

After that night, things changed.

Harry didn’t stop teasing you—if anything, he got worse. But now, there was something else beneath his cruel words. A possessiveness. A hunger.

He’d show up at your dorm unannounced, leaning against your doorframe with that infuriating smirk. "Miss me?"

"No," you’d say, even as your pulse spiked.

He’d laugh, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. "You’re a terrible liar."

And then he’d kiss you again, pushing you against the wall like he couldn’t help himself.

You told yourself you hated it.

But you kept letting him in.

Then, one night, something unexpected happened.

You were studying in the library when Harry slid into the seat beside you. You braced yourself for his usual taunts, but instead, he just… watched you.

"You’re really into this, huh?" he said, nodding at your textbook.

You frowned. "Yeah. Why?"

He shrugged, looking almost… shy? "Just asking."

It was the first time he’d ever shown genuine interest in something you cared about.

And it terrified you more than his cruelty ever had.

The truth came out during a thunderstorm.

Harry showed up at your dorm, soaked from the rain. You let him in without a word, handing him a towel.

He didn’t smirk. Didn’t tease.

"I think I’m fucked, Y/N," he admitted, running a hand through his wet hair.

"Why?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He looked at you, his usual arrogance gone. "Because I can’t stop thinking about you."

Your breath caught.

And then, for the first time, you kissed him.

-the next day-

You were supposed to be studying.

But the second Harry's text lit up your phone-"Open your door. Now."—you knew that wasn't happening.

You hesitated for exactly three seconds before giving in, unlocking your dorm door. He slipped inside like a shadow, all leather and musk and intent. Before you could speak, he had you pinned against the wall, his knee nudging your thighs apart.

"Missed me?" he murmured, lips grazing your ear.

You swallowed hard. "No."

Harry chuckled, low and dark, one hand sliding under your sweater. "Liar." His fingers found your waist, his thumb brushing the underside of your breast just enough to make you gasp. "You've been thinking about this all week, haven't you?"

You bit your lip, refusing to answer.

Bad move.

His free hand gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Haven't you?"

A whimper escaped you. "...Yes."

"Yes what?" His voice was a rough command.

"Yes, I-I thought about you."

"Where?" His fingers trailed lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your leggings. "Here?"

You nodded, breath hitching as his fingertips teased over your soaked panties.

Harry's eyes burned. "Fuck, you're dripping." He hooked a finger under the lace, tearing them aside with a sharp tug. "Couldn't even wait for me?"

You moaned as two fingers slid into you without warning, his palm grinding against your clit.

"Look at you," he growled, watching your face twist in pleasure. "So fucking desperate." His fingers curled, dragging against that sweet spot inside you. "Bet you'd come just like this, wouldn't you? Just from my hand?"

You were close-so close-but then he stopped, pulling away.

You whimpered in protest.

Harry smirked, wiping his fingers on your thigh. "Beg."

You hated how much you loved this.

"Please," you gasped.

"Please what?"

"Please-fuck me."

His pupils blew wide. "Good girl."

In one motion, he flipped you around, bending you over your desk. Papers scattered as he yanked your leggings down, his belt buckle clinking behind you.

Then his cock was pressing against your entrance, thick and unforgiving.

“Harry一"

He didn't make you wait.

One brutal thrust, and he was deep, stretching you impossibly full. You cried out, but he didn't slow down, setting a punishing pace, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.

"Mine," he snarled, fingers tangling in your hair. "Say it."

"Yours-fuck—!"

His teeth sank into your shoulder as you came, his own release following with a groan, hot and possessive inside you.

For a long moment, the only sound was your ragged breathing.

Then Harry pulled out, turning you to face him. His thumb swiped over your swollen lips, his smirk returning.

"Still gonna pretend you hate me?"

You didn't answer.

(You didn't have to.)

Epilogue

Harry Styles was still a bastard.

But he was your bastard.

And as it turned out?

He wasn’t so mean after all.

A/N: ✨FIN!!✨

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Part 11: Denial

Pairing: Professor Lupin x reader

Summary: Things escalate quickly when Remus finds himself between two choices he’s not willing to make.

Warnings: Smut,hand jobs,fingering,thigh riding,praise kink,professor kink,orgasm denial.

Ao3 link : https://archiveofourown.org/works/39275319/chapters/123767359

Four more days until full moon. Four fucking days that were going to feel like four centuries. This had proved to be the worst week in your life,the agony you were feeling due to the full moon being close was tormenting you day and night. You had entered a state of heat that had completely messed up with your brain. It started ever since the interaction with half naked professor Lupin a few days ago.

That some day,you only found yourself thinking more than usually about him. You had laid on your bed ,arms locked behind your head staring at the ceiling in abandon.You started recalling every single interaction you had with him,since the first day you ever saw him flashing that warm smile of his. Then you playing dirty and managing to let everyone leave earlier than you were supposed to from his class. Him returning the favour to you, by actually doing the exam he promised not to a week later.You were thinking about the interactions the two of you had on the halls ,him smiling gently and saying hi everytime you came across each other. Him teasing you relentlessly for his own entertainment. You had slept not well that night, turning on your bed , trying to sleep without thinking of what your life could be with him by your side.

The second day,it proved to be rather difficult. If the previous day you had admired him and recalled your interactions with admiration...that wasn't the case. You had woken up with nothing but pure lust. Your head was dizzy and you felt slightly more irritated than usually. You had come across professor Lupin and when he greeted you,you wanted nothing but have him shove you against the wall that was next to you and make out with you as if it was the last day on this earth. At some point during your innocent interaction, him thanking you about the grindylow,a wave of his arousal had suffocated you. You had excused yourself shortly because in your state of mind you would have probably done something stupid that would have gotten you in trouble.

The third day ,oh this was the hardest by far. You were currently having a DADA lesson,the professor looked even more handsome than usual. He had rolled his sleeves up and had unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt. His hair was messy and his eyes looked tired yet his voice was raspier than usual and an air of authority had enveloped his whole being today. Maybe it was the full moon that was making you overanalyze even the smallest details. He was explaining a lesson ,you had no clue what about. You were focused on the way he moved his hands to explain. You had seen them up close,and right now you were lost in your own thoughts. Thinking about how good he would be with those hands of his ,how he would caress your body with the back on his knuckles,wrap a hand firmly around your throat and keep eye contact as he chocked the air out of you. Thinking about how good he could tease you,how good his long and tender fingers would feel inside of you,how he could leave red handprints on your ass , spanking and dominating you.Fuck. You needed him to touch you. You had no idea why it was specifically him who you were thinking about but at the moment you were so aroused that you didn't care in the slightest.

<•>

"Y/N!" A voice suddenly interrupted your train of thought and brought you back to reality immediately. You moved your eyes to professor Lupin,who had closed the distance between the two of you. He was standing in front on your desk and when you raised your eyes up at him ,he had furrowed his eyebrows and his nose was slightly scrunched.

"Yes?" You asked innocently.

"Answer my question." He spoke , voice not gentle as per always. He seemed irritated and his eyes had darkened. Had you upset him somehow?

"I... wasn't paying attention. Could you repeat it again?" You licked your lips nervously, staring up at him yet your body seemed to have frozen under his heated gaze.

"Mind humoring me what the lecture is about today?" He tilted his chin up for the shortest moment, waiting for your answer.You titled your head in Oliver's direction, silently asking for the answer. He was about to mutter it to you but the strong hand that gripped your chin,made you move your attention back to the professor." If I wanted Wood to answer my question, I'd have asked him. " His grip on your jaw tightened,all eyes were on you two and the behaviour was unusual for the professor. He had always been understanding and gentle during his lessons. Today he wasn't in a good mood and everyone immediately understood that ,so even the Slytherin students who are usually talking during his class, kept their mouths shut. Not even a fly could be heard buzzing in the classroom.

"No idea." A chill ran down your body in his shift of demeanour.

"Twenty points from Gryffindor." The words stung,you had never had points taken from him." See me after class." He let go of your chin and went back to his desk, everyone following him with their eyes. The silence was suffocating for everybody. You started worrying, what the fuck was his problem?" Read the material on your books for ten minutes." The professor sat on his desk,not sparing a glance at the class." If you've got no questions you're free to leave for today."

<•>

"Lines or cleaning?" Asked the professor as he rounded the desk of his office. You were standing on your feet, anxiously playing with your hands. Fucking asshole put you in detention for not paying attention to a lesson... about...GLOBBERWORMS.

"You're being unfair y'know." You sighed as you placed a hand on your hip, tilting it slightly as you stared at him. He hadn't sat down yet ,he raised his eye and locked them with you, placed one hand on his desk and bend forward slightly.

"Unfair you say." He ran his tongue over his teeth,eyes fixed on you. His eyes were doing that thing again,the bluish colour completely disappearing and a gold colour enveloping his iris." I could be unfair in so many other ways , this detention included. Don't make me lose my patience. Answer to my question."

You felt like he was taking the air out of your lungs simply by staring at you. His words put you in your thoughts again, unfair in this detention. Had it been up to you,a good fuck would have closed the topic right now but surely he meant something else.

"Lines." You spoke. He motioned for you to sit in the opposite direction of his chair and you did. He handed you like a dozen of blank papers and told you to write the same I'll focus during my class over and over again,no magic allowed. You both had fallen in silence,the only thing that could be heard was the sound of your quills scribbling on the papers. Your hand was starting to feel numb. Fuck Lupin. What was his deal anyway? You weren't the first or the second person to zone out during his class and he had never done anything about it. You glared at him as you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. The point is ,you were supposed to hate him but at the moment he had gotten all comfortable on his own chair,his ankle was resting on his thigh, one hand behind head and he was so focused on the paper on his grade. Fuck the full moon,your emotions were all over the place,you were to hate him right now not think about how you'd like to jump on his lap and him having his way with you. You caught your lower lip between your teeth and immediately lowered your eyes on your paper. You had to calm down.

The professor cleaned his throat and then he called your name. "I think, that's enough for today." He motioned at the pile of papers on his desk." Come here and let me take a look at them." You stood up slowly, grabbing hold of the papers in both hands and then rounded the desk so you could make your way to him. He moved his chair slightly, facing you while being sat , opening his palm awaiting for you to hand him the papers.

Suddenly you felt something touch your ankle, felt like a mosquito bite. Professor Lupin was browsing through the sheets and you scratched the bite with your feet . It happened a few more times , there's when you got annoyed. You shrieked in fear and jumped at the sight in front of you. The grindylow not only had escaped the jar ,it had grown in size as well and it was poking your ankle with its nail.

"What the fuckk?" Your breath got caught in your throat. You heard a groan behind you and the temperature on your body raised a few degrees,your heartbeat doing the same.Sure you did jump...in professor Lupin's lap. Something not so soft yet no so hard poked your ass and lower back and if you didn't know any better...

"Calm down." The professor exhaled through his nose , placing a familiar hand on your thigh,the skin immediately catching on fire.He peaked through your shoulder and rotated the chair with his hip,your body moving with his. " Todd. Back in your jar!" The grindylow,made some angry noises then the professor fixed him with a stare and the grindylow immediately obeyed, walking to the jar ,which was in the corner of the room, sticked its slimey tongue out and jumped inside. The professor moved his free hand and the jar was sealed.

"What the hell ? Todd? You named it?! And how is it obeying to you?!" The professor spun the chair back , caging you between his desk and his chest,spinning your world and it took a second for you to regain your view.

"I've used the cofundus charm on him. He's not dangerous any more but the little prick managed to unseal the jar on his own.Apparently not only do you need to start paying better attention,you also need to practice that spell better." A hint of laughter could be heard on his voice. You tilted your head so you could go off at him,but you realised that that was the biggest mistake you could do.His hair had gotten messy and it had fallen over his forehead , eyes slightly closed and the faint smile on his face made you freeze on the spot.

You were both staring at each other,the smile on his face got wiped and his expression changed completely. He was staring into your eyes ,piercing you with his own ,unconsciously his now gold eyes dropped to your lips and remained there for a few seconds. You licked your lips on instinct and now it was your turn to look at his lips. What caught your attention was a fainted vertical scar that was close to his oral commissure. His hands slowly moved to your hips ,keeping you in place but the closeness ,the position was making your whole body catch on fire.The professor started breathing more frequently and you could feel the heartbeat on your back.You wondered how his lips would feel like against yours...

"Kiss me." You muttered ,voice low and pleading. You were sure that judging by the way his grip on your hips tightened ,he heard you. He moved his eyes back to yours again,flattering his eyelashes slowly,not moving in the slightest. You didn't know what came over you when you leaned closer to him ,trying to kiss him. Just as you got close enough for your lips to touch ,he moved his head back ,closing his eyes and exhaling loudly.

"We shouldn't."

With the full moon being so close ,it meant your inner animal was also coming to the surface, demanding what she had strongly been urging for these past years.The thing is ,she usually had put you in your right mind in your hazy state, hell you even found it hard to simply have a makeout session with someone ,but right now ,it felt as if she was screaming inside your head to not stop.And you weren't strong enough to control her right now.

"Please-" you pleaded and shifted your hips so you could feel more comfortable but that action had the opposite effect. The professor groaned ,and the sound went straight to your core,making your clit throb in need. The thing is ,you were feeling so needy right now ,that you hadn't even realised that you were moving your hips back and forth slowly,giving your clit friction,making you start to feel even more dizzy than you were.The muscles on the professor's thighs kept clenching and unclenching,making the act even more pleasurable. He wasn't stopping you and judging by the throbbing that you felt on your backside...he was enjoying this.

"Y/N-" his voice didn't sound like his own,it was low,shaky. It looked as if he struggled to even say your name. "Stop-" he threw his head back,a shaky breath escaped his lips,he swallowed hard,trying to regain his composure.

"Why?" You asked, voice filled with innocence. Not even taking a minute to think about what you were doing. This was dangerous ,risky, dry humping on your professors thigh...anyone could walk in at any moment and catch the two of you in this compromising position. He could get fired,worse even,what if they took it further and sent him to Azkaban simply because you were not strong enough to control your hormones. You could also get expelled and hell if you'd have a harsh life...Rita Seeker would have a filed trip with this article.

Respected war veteran,professor of Defense against the dark arts,Remus Lupin,coerces his werewolf student. Sources say, she threw herself at him and seduced him ,hypnotized him into having sex with her. For more information ,page 17.

Somehow you just knew that at the end of the day ,you were the one who would get blamed and bashed for everything. Many wizards have written about werewolves before and from what you had read most of the information was false and made up.And Rita Seeker would make sure to use those books as her source to make your life a living hell.Was this worth the risk?

"It's not appropriate." He bit hard on his lower lip as he kept his head up,not even looking you in the eyes as he spoke, afraid that he might lose himself.

"Then let's be inappropriate together." The words slipped from your mouth before you could stop them. Were you doing the right thing?No. You knew the risks...but you had never been this attracted to someone. Every risk was worth it when Remus Lupin was involved. That made him open his eyes and tilt his head down slowly,locking yes with you.You had paused your movements, staring him up your lashes, wishing with every cell on your body that he would say yes. He bit the inside of his cheek and stayed still for a few seconds,making your heartbeat fasten in anxiety. Fuck. You clearly were rushing into this...you weren't thinking clearly.

Not only were you asking him to go against each one of his morales ,break down every rule and kiss you ,more even,fuck you knowing damn well that the second he learned what you truly were...he would probably make sure to get you expelled. He'd look down on you and probably despise himself for almost sleeping with a half-breed,a filthy werewolf. You swallowed with difficulty. No. This wasn't right,you should get up and leave before you do anything that will make you hate yourself for the rest of your life. He didn't deserve this,you didn't deserve him. You were about to stand up from his lap but what he did next ,made your world spin. In a matter of two seconds he had managed to shift your position into facing him,legs thrown on the sides of his thighs ,making you lose your balance for a good moment but making sure to keep you in place with his grip on your hips.

"You don't know what you're asking for." He slid his hand from your left hip,to your abdomen,up to your chest and then wrapped it firmly around your throat, using that as a leverage to bring you closer to himself, bringing his lips close to your ear."Stop this right now. Hate me , despise me for wanting this because if you don't... I'm going to defile you. I won't be gentle by any means and trust me ,once I fill that little cunt of yours -" he sighed,the warm breath hit the side of your face,making your body shiver. " There's no going back. There's not going to be any time for regrets."He licked his lips and swallowed ,the sound echoing in your ear."I'm not in my best state right now ,I won't be able to control myself and I'd hate to hurt the one person I care about the most."

You let his words linger for a moment. You visibly started blushing at his fault language,fuck that filthy mouth of his for making you want him more. Regrets...sure both pairs would have...but at the moment ,you weren't in your best state as well. The smell of his arousal was driving you insane and the hormones were clouding your judgment.

"I won't have any regrets." Lies.

"I will." He definitely would. And you hated that you weren't being considerate right now.Ever since you've gotten biten,you had tried to be selfless...and if selfless for all these years...why not be selfish at least once?

"I need this. My whole body and being is carving this. If you want it to be a one time thing let it be a one time thing and we'll both pretend it never happened but I don't know how much longer I can pretend that I don't want you . " You bit your lip hard enough to probably draw blood. The thing is,you had never experienced this feeling before ,it's not like you could fuck anybody and make this emotion go,it had to be him,just his touch was enough to at least ease the pain. " I'll tell you this , either you do something now , either I grab the first person I see as soon as I leave and let him fuck me."

"You let another man touch you-" His nostrils flattered in frustration.He opened his mouth to continue his sentence but then he stopped. " Is that how bad you want to be touched Y/N? " He furrowed his eyebrows and poked his cheek with his tongue. You nodded meekly." Fine then. Two conditions."He let go of your neck and raised two fingers in the air,you moved your eyes to them." First rule ,no kissing." You felt your stomach turn at that but still nodded."Second rule,no penetration with my cock. I'll make this greedy cunt of yours cum to the point,you won't even think of letting anyone near it ever again. Am I clear?"

Wait. No penetration? What? His cock was literally exploding back there and your cunt was aching to be filled...sure he was being absurd but a beggar didn't have the right to chose.

"Yes." You muttered lowly.

"Yes ,what?" You were looking at him with eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He grabbed hold of your chin and closed the distance between your faces." Speak when you're spoken to."

"Yes- sir."

"Good girl." It was a simple praise yet it was enough to make you shiver. Fuck. He wasn't even started yet and he already had you on top of his palm. He dropped his hand from your chin and positioned you in a way that you were resting against one of his thighs.He spread his other thigh open and his chair creaked as he rested his back against it."Ride my thigh." He spoke,voice strict ,leaving no room for discussion. You were simply looking at him,the shift in his demeanor was immediate ,he went from no we can't do this to ride my motherfucking thigh. Like what?!

You slowly started moving your hips back and forth at first ,trying to find the right pace that gave your clit more friction. His thigh was muscular and it wasn't hard to find the right rhythm,your hands were hanging on your sides and it felt awkward so you settled for his chest. He kept his eyes on you as you started dry humping his thigh,his eyes full of lust ,urging you to not stop your movements.You eventually sped up,low moans starting to already escape your lips ,your breathing getting heavier and heavier by the minute. You had been doing that for a while, you closed your eyes and threw your head back ,biting your lip hard ,trying your hardest not to be too vocal in case anybody heard. The professor placed his hands on your hips,at first ,manoeuvring your body against his thigh in a way that made it impossible for you to control your moans ,fuck,this felt good. His touch was enough to send you on fire. He was roaming his hands all over your body,he gripped the flesh of your ass ,your thighs,slid his hand beneath your dress and quickly discarded it to the floor ,leaving you all exposed to him.

You dared not ,to look at him. You felt vulnerable at the moment and self conscious but tried to push that thought aside. Luckily for you,you had used a spell to cover your scars and bite mark ,if he saw it he probably would stop his actions right now and it was feeling way too good for it to be over already.He placed a hand on your lower back and pushed your body closer to his ,making your whimper when he started trailing your collarbone with his tongue ,in the same time sliding his hand beneath your bra ,gropping your tit with his free hand ,circling your nipple. You started moving your hips harder and faster against his thigh,feeling that your orgasm was about to hit at any moment. He probably felt that ,because as he kept kissing and licking your collarbone ,neck ,he started moving his thigh in a different rhythm from your hips,when you were going back ,he was moving his thigh forth. You were starting to pant and moan like crazy,and he was showing no indication that he minded the noise at all.

"Am close-" your breath was shaky,and you were starting to feel juices already slipping from your pussy,starting to already create a mess in your underwear and his pants.

"Mhm. " He used a hand to lower your bra but not take it off completely,you moved your eyes back to him and he looked you in the eye" I know." He smirked slightly before swirling his tongue around your nipple,making you arch your back in the process,a feral moan escaping you as he bit on it,pulling your bud with his teeth and you couldn't help but cum the second you made eye contact with him,fuck he was being filthy. Your whole body was lost in the sensation of your orgasm,the white pleasure making you feel like you were in sky seven.He was still continuing his movement,and you wrapped your hands around his neck,panting like crazy in his ear as he continued to have his way with your tits,licking from one to another ,gropping the one his mouth wasn't paying attention to. Eventually he stopped his action and smiled when he noticed your chest heaving up and down rapidly." Don't tell me ,you're tired from that.I'm not even started with you."

He licked his lips as he took in your after orgasm state ,being satisfied that he managed to bring you to your climax so quickly. " I was going to be disappointed if you were done." You smiled ,your tone teasing. He shook his head a couple times and tskd.

"Don't make me put you on your knees and properly educate that mouth of yours Y/N." He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head to his right.

"Is that a threat or a promise,sir?"

"Would love to fuck that teasing mouth of yours-" he groaned." but I did promise to make that greedy cunt of yours cum. I can educate you in many other ways sweetheart" He chuckled darkly." Wait and see."

He lifted you up,and you found yourself pressed against his desk,the cold wood making your warm body shiver. You tried to get up because the contrast in temperature was unbearable but the professor placed a hand on your chest and pushed you down ,keeping you in place,enjoying the way you struggled. He used his free hand and slipped it beneath the waistband of your underwear ,immediately finding your clit. Your breath caught and he could't stop himself from smiling as he started rubbing slow circles,so slow they were agonizing. He did that for a while ,torture you ,moving his finger lazily ,watching you squirm in need.

"Please-" you spoke ,voice strained.

"Please? " He chuckled." What is it that you want from me?"

"Fuck-" your back arched as he started properly touching your clit in the right way,circling for a few moments then rubbing it up and down just in the way you liked. "Sir-" your voice was needy and you knew that he understood what you wanted ,but he was not going to do that easily.

"I'm sure we both know that you can do better than that. Come on, try a little harder. Be the good little student you always are and tell your professor what do you want ,hmm?" Fuck,he knew what he did with that little word scheme of his. He ,for sure had caught up on your professor kink and right now was using it against you.

"Professor ,please-" He sped up his movement,grabbing your chin with his free hand ,making you look at him. He raised his eyebrows and tilted his chin up,waiting for the rest of the sentence."Please fuck me with your fingers already." You whined in need.

"Since you asked so nicely." Without a warning he shoved two of his fingers inside of you,stretching your walls ,making you moan in pleasure at the sudden intrusion. Fuck. You've always loved his hands ,the long fingers went so deep inside of you and reached areas you've never explored before. He started scissoring his fingers inside of you,trying to find all the spots that were going to make you crumble under him and to your good luck or bad luck ,he was fast to find them. He hooked his fingers inside of you ,cocking and uncocking them slow at first ,trying to find the perfect spot and when he heard your moans raising at a particular spot ,he laughed and immediately increased his pace,hitting the wall that was near your bladder,making you arch your back and moan constantly, bringing you closer and closer to your release yet again. You heard a sound of him snapping his fingers and when you lowered your eyes to your lower body,you noticed that you panties were gone.

"Fuck fuck fuck-" you slammed your head against the desk. He brought his thumb to your clit and then as he thrusted his fingers inside of you,he rubbed your clit at the same time , bringing you close again to another orgasm. "Right there- don't stop." Your voice didn't sound like yours at all,it was low pitched and needy. Just as you were about to reach your end ,he completely removed his fingers from you, making you release an unsatisfied groan. " What was that for?"

"I did say I'm going to properly educate you."He slapped your pussy with his hand,making you jolt and moan." Keep two things in mind. One. You always ask me for permission to cum. I let it go the first time, not happening again. Two. You don't talk to me with an attitude, you're in my hands... literally.I can stop right now and there's nothing you can do about it."

"Fucking kinky bastard." you muttered under your breath and that earned you another slap." Fuck,what kind of hearing you got?"

"A good one." He slapped you three more times making your muscles tense in pain or pleasure you had no idea. He brought a hand to his belt and your eyes were fixed there,the tent was fucking difficult to ignore and you had been so caught up in the pleasure that he was giving you that you completely forgot about his own. In a smooth movement he removed his belt,eyes on you,as he undid the zipper of his pants , lowering them enough along with his boxers so his cock came in view. And it's not like you had seen many in your life ,you had seen Oliver's but compared to the cock in front of you...it was nothing.

Professor Lupin was blessed that's all that you could say. A good seven inch length ,thick,veiny, nicely trimmed and it was in the same shade of his skin colour. The only thing that was a different shade was the tip of it ,which had taken the colour of an angry red , already leaking with precum. You licked your lips as you admired the view in front of you. You'd love to have him inside of you but...rules.

"Here's a little game we're going to play." He wrapped his hand around his cock and lazily moved it up and down,eyes fixed on you." I'm sure you're familiar with the phrase,I scratch your back and you scratch mine. In our case,I make you cum and you make me cum. How's that sound?" He took a step closer to you ,you raised yourself in your elbows as you stared at the professor. Fuck. He looked so filthy like this... dressed up formally and his cock out in front of a student... pretty sure every student would do anything to be you in this moment.

"Big- I mean-" you cleared your throat." Fair enough." He chuckled at the way you sutered. He came closer to you again, motioning for you to get up with his index and middle finger. You awkwardly sat on the desk now ,legs hanging in the air. He used his free hand to spread the open,and placed himself between them.

"Now-" he whispered in your ear.He placed a hand on top of the desk,near you side, caging you there."The dick is not going to stroke itself,come on Y/N." With shaky hands you grabbed hold of his cock,fuck boy was it thick. You set up a pace with a hand , jerking it up and down and he groaned in your ear,the sound urging you to continue."Mhm, just like that." He found your clit again and as you stroked him,he rubbed your clit and soon enough slid his fingers back inside your cunt,your walls happily accepting him.

The room now was filled with your moans and his ,the wet sound of your pussy and his filthy mouth.You heard a sound of purring and for a second you felt your body freezing because what the fuck ,you weren't sure if you did it and when you stopped he groaned in frustration and cocked his fingers up hard, letting you know to continue your hand movement and you did. The pleasure was too much on both sides ,you were sweating like hell and your legs were starting to tremble,you rested your head against his chest as you both kept pleasuring each other.You felt his cock starting to twitch and your walls were starting to clench and unclench around his fingers, signal that you were close to another orgasm.

"I'm gonna cum." you were panting and your breath was shaky,the professor was trying not to be so loud now ,suppressing his own groans.

"Without my permission, you're not going to."He was inhaling and exhaling harshly through his nose, fast.

"Please,sir. Can I cum , please, can't hold it anymore." your voice raised as he sped up his fingers,thumb finding your clit again.

"Cum for me." He whispered in your ear."Don't dare to stop your hand from moving." He warned and you reached your high,legs trembling unstoppably,moans following after,hand still moving up and down his cock.He bit his lip harshly as he tried to contain himself from cumming yet but he couldn't stop it ,the white ropes shot all over your tits and stomach. He groaned profanity as he reached his own high, almost losing his balance but he slid his fingers out of you and slammed both hands on the desk, trying to relax himself and breathe normally again.You both stayed like that for a while,you resting your head against his chest,it moving up and down with it. Him with his hands on your sides , trying to get himself back to normality.None of you spoke a word ,both of you drained by your climax , trying to collect some of your energy. The silence was thick,you didn't know what to say...What were you supposed to do now...? Sure you were feeling lots better,your body felt at ease,it felt as if his touch was enough to cure you and your horniness for the whole week.

He took one last breath and exhaled the air on top of your head and then moved back from your ,your eyes on him as he fixed himself zipped his pants up. He summoned his belt and your dress,used a cleaning spell for the mess he made on you,handed you your dressand you slowly put it on,eyes still on him as if looking for an answer to a question you hadn't even asked. He rubbed his eyes with his fingers for a few seconds,then moved his hand up to his hair , ruffling the later ,eyes on you.

"Don't look at me like that." He spoke,as he furrowed his eyebrows and scratched the back of his head.

"Like what?" You answered,voice low.

"Like whatever I'm going to say next ,is going to make you hate me." He slid his hand up his neck and for a moment tilted his head to his right.

"Am not going to." You sighed. Hate. If he only knew that he had gotten involved with a lycanthrope he'd probably run for his money,curse you till the end of his life, despise you,many more things. You wanted to tell him your secret,more than anything but he was someone that you were found of ,admired , respected, loved, and if it meant that he'd hate you for what you truly are ,you wouldn't mind being selfish for a while longer. Sure ,you knew what he was going to say, it's not like you were expecting him to fall in love with you just because he made you cum a couple times.

"I think it's better if we pretend this never happened." He didn't even look you in the eye as he said that. You caught your lip between your teeth, feeling your eyes starting to burn but you didn't have the right to do so.

"Well , nothing did. I don't know what you're on about." You forced a smile as you hopped off his desk. He moved his attention back to you, eyebrows furrowed, observing your behaviour." I wrote lines. You graded. When I was done ,you let me go . So ,with your permission sir... detention is over ,am I free to go?"

He ran his tongue over his teeth as he pierced you with his stare ,he looked a bit thrown off but then simply nodded." I'll see you around,Y/N."

Part 12:

[ibelongtoseverussnape]

Retired!Severus Snape is a menace. To have you as his young little wife? Pfff! Sign him up! He'd come home from doing backyard work without magic because with magic is too easy. And he hates easy things. It makes everyone want to do it and it loses it's sense of uniqueness, you know? That's one of the reasons of why he married you. Saw you with your friends in a bar and he knew you weren't easy. But as we mentioned before, he loves hard things. That man can handle a challenge, and after being a teacher since the beginning of his thirtys...God knows. God knows.

His stamina is truly mesmerizing. His words. The way he carries himself and carries you when you can't...hot. BURNING HOT. We love a man that can be his own and yours fully, if you know what I mean.

And in bed? You know things will get NASTY when the lights turn red. You could be sitting in bed with a book, in your pj's after a long day of house cleaning, sitting with a cup of ice cold water in your night table and the AC on after a shower; but when that man does nothing but lay an eye on you...Sorry, Odysseus. He's going to be the one to make Troy burn and put off the fire in the same night.

Retired!Severus Snape would eat anything you make. And I mean anything. So when he started to gain some weight, he started to hit the gym. You tremble everytime it comes to mind. And he was slowly...developping...a dad bod.

A DAD BOD.

Retired!Severus Snape loves cuddles. Triply adores smex. ✨️smex✨️

Loves to have your attention and will do anything to get it. And in that spicy time, he doesn't let you look away from his two obsidian eyes as he makes you slowly tremble and break with every thrust he makes you take.

Retired!Severus Snape holds your face in his hands as his thrusts become handy, making you look up at him as his lips form a pout and he speaks dirty things to you, knowing you can't handle it for too long.

He loves when you read new things and want to try them out. When you told him to try the leaning thing on the doorframe...?

...

..

.

A moment of silence, please.

Hardcore. All night long. Like animals.

Next question.

Or when you told him the "Think fast, I'm a random girl." And tried to kiss him? He pushed you outside the house and locked you out. That night he had to make it up to you even tho it was your idea, because he knows how girl math works, and even if it was YOUR IDEA, HE locked YOU, OUTSIDE! He didn't use his wand. It was too easy to push you outside. What would you do? Push him? And he also made sure you didn't have your wand with you, so that way, it was easy for him to lock you out, but not easy for you to come in. He does some easy things, but when he does, he'll make sure you won't have it easy to have your way around. Sorry, baby.

Retired!Severus Snape who LOVES sundresses. Not on anyone. But on you. They're too easy to just simply raise up the skirt and pum. Let's go. He doesn't argue with this type of easy. He's a weak man in this element. Don't tempt him, he'll fall. Without thinking twice. And he gets drunk on you easily too.

When your father found out you had married an older man...he didn't take it very well, and after he came to your house, your husband's rest place, to bother the person who is his peace. That will certainly not end well. The next day your father texted you saying he was dissapointed. Saying Severus was probably just a pervert who was taking advantage of you and he would be soon tired of you and you'd return back to your parents home. That morning, Severus had woken up early, and when your phone dinged he saw the message first.

Suffice to say he spent the whole morning between your legs. Just because of that message. "Only weak men give up. Quitting is easy, pumpkin." He muttered and looked you straight in the eye, taking your hand and burrying it in his hair, eating you out like a starved man. "And I," he a long, lewd lick in between your folds "Don't like," another one, pushing a little deeper this time "Easy things."

[moonyeyedstar]

Hey can I request a stepdad Snape x reader? I love your writing so much

Inferior- Stepdad!Snape x stepdaughter!reader (smut)

*18+* *Maybe the reader is Lily Evans and James Potter’s daughter, up to you guys, it’s not too much into that detail, so do with it what you will!*  *audio link*

“Why can’t I go out with Draco tonight?!”  You screamed as you threw your bag onto the ground.

“Because I told you he is not good enough for you,” your stepfather spoke simply.  He was obviously annoyed by your tantrum but was unwilling to give in to your childish behavior.

“He loves me.”

“He cheated on you, and you are telling me he loves you?  Do you expect me to believe such?”

“He does love me!”  You protested, earning a scoff followed by an eyeroll from Snape.

“Well then, love may be blind, but your desperation is deaf, dumb, and dressed like a tragedy.”

“It’s not!  I love him, and he loves me!  No one else will love me like he does!  So just let me go!  I’m an adult!  You cannot boss me around just because it is your house and mum is out of town!”

“Fine then, by all means go,” he waved you off easily.  “Go grovel at the feet of your faithless boyfriend.  I’m sure he will appreciate your loyalty just as much as he appreciated someone else’s bed.”

“Funny for you to say,” you scoffed.

“How so?  I’ve never cheated or been cheated on.”

“Mum is cheating on you right now!  She is out of town with another man!”

“She told you that?”  His face drops.

“Yes!  So now you’ll be grovelling at the feet of your faithless wife, won’t you?”  Severus didn’t answer; he just made his way towards you slowly, his hurt eyes roaming your body.  You swallowed hard.  Feeling ashamed of how much he was turning you on.  “What?”  You asked, your voice whispering as Severus’s hand gently cupped your cheek, his dark, sad eyes growing hungrier by the second.

“You,” he spoke simply, his thumb swiping caressingingly across the soft skin of your cheek.

“What about me?”  Your arousal grew between your thighs. “I want you.”

“Take me,” you spoke breathlessly.  Without wasting another breath, Severus leaned forward to take you in his arms and bring you flush to his chest, practically dipping you backwards.  Your hands tangled in the back of his head, his soft, dark hair entangled around your fingers as he deepened the kiss.   You moaned shamelessly into his mouth, your arousal pooling between your thighs.  Severus carried you up to your bedroom without breaking the kiss, laying you gently onto your back.  You moaned needily into the kiss and arched your back.  Your hands made their way down his chest to find his belt, your fingers working quickly to undo it.  Severus groaned into the kiss as his cock grew to his full size in your palm as you massaged him over his trousers.

“Fuck, darling, this is wrong,” he pulled back slowly.

“But I need you.”  You meet his eyes with your own wide, pleading pair.  

“You don’t need me, you’re just upset.”

“No, I do, Severus, please.  I’ve wanted you from the first day my mum brought you home.  Please fuck me, please make me feel good.”

“Oh, darling,” Severus gave in to your pleading demands, he quickly rid himself of his bottoms before doing the same to you.  You gawked at his impressive size.  “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he spoke softly as he pressed his tip to your soaked entrance, slowly applying pressure as he buried himself deep inside your aching cunt.

“Oh, never stop,” you cried out in pleasure, arching your back to fit as much of him as you could deep inside.

“Fucking hell, you’re so damn tight,” Snape growled as he picked up his pace,  rocking his hips with fevor.

“Such a big cock, f-feels so good,” you moaned out without an ounce of shame lingering on your words.

“I bet no one has ever fucked you this good,” he groaned as he pinned your hands above your head just by grasping your wrists together tightly in one of his fists.

“Never,” you moaned pathetically, sounding like you were practically gargling out your moans.

“Fuck baby, you take me so well,” Severus began to thrust in and out of your spasaming cunt at a ruthelesss pace. 

“Oh yes!”  Your back arched as you cried out.  The walls of your cunt clung to each and every twitching vein in his cock.

“Oh, princess,” Severus cried out as he gave you his all.

“Oh yes!  Oh Severus!  Yes!”  Your entire body shook as you came around his cock, your cunt milking every last drop that he spilled into you.  It was just the beginning, he fucked you all night long.     

[justagirlwholikesadam]

His Sweet Girl

Summary: You're Professor Remus Lupin's sweet girl.

Warning: NSFW, Anal, kissing, older man and younger woman. everyone is of age.

A/N: Happy Xmas! -L

Word Count: 1.1k

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You’re his special girl. His good girl, his only girl, he tells you as he kisses you. It’s been a few hours since he had seen you and he couldn't get enough. 

Remus couldn't get enough and so did Moony. 

He was practically salivating at the sight of you below him. His heart fluttered when you looked up at him in this position. You're naked and sitting on his chair. He had conjured the wooden chair to grow bigger so you can lean back and lift your legs, holding them as best you can close to your chest. 

You look up at him with puppy dog eyes, he can see your eyes were watery after you had tried to swallow his cock whole. His cock was too big for you but you always managed to get every part of him just like a good slut.

He wants to be naked too but he can’t. Both of you are in his classroom and even though he had cast a locking spell on the door. He still fears that someone will come inside and witness the sight of you and him. It’s so taboo but he can't stop. You are his, plain and simple. Moony has dug his fangs of lust into you and so has Remus. 

It was only one more month before your graduation so you decided to tell him that you wanted to do something so he can remember you when you leave. He had taken you, you were bent over his desk. He had growled as you thrusted back trying to keep up his pace. He nibbles and kisses your neck, feeling the scar of his bite mark on you.  

He comes inside of you and leans down to catch your waiting lips. You moan as you taste the milk chocolate on his tongue, a sweet you had gifted him before fucking him. He pulls away and leans his sweaty forehead against yours, enjoying the dopamine running through his system. He lets out a whine when you clench around him. You smiled when you felt he was still hard. 

“Professor, please fuck my ass.” Remus pulls away and looks down at you with excitement in his eyes. Both of you had spoken about this before, the act has never been done but Remus would stick a finger or his thumb in your tight hole when he’s fucking you or eating you out.

When Remus was taking his sweet time to answer. You spoke again, “Moony, please fuck my ass.” 

His childhood nickname came out of your mouth and that was all he needed. You knew about Moony and you had welcomed him, completely. With no judgment and with no fear only with love and compassion. 

Now, with your legs pressed to your chest, your cunt is on full display. He can see his white creamy and thick cum slowly dripping out of your hole, he grabs his cock and uses his cum to rub your asshole. He notices your face, you're biting your bottom lip as you look at what he is doing

“My pretty girl.” He says before kissing you quickly on the lips. “If it gets too much. You tell me.” 

You nod at him, he looks down at you with hooded eyes, his lips are parted as he breathes heavy. His chest is rising up and down, you reach out for his tie that was under his dark brown cardigan. You pulled him towards your face. 

He kissed you softly, enjoying your lips on him. You moan in his mouth when you feel the head of his cock against your ass. 

“Fuck!” You cry out, pulling away from the kiss as you look down to see himself thrusting inside your ass. 

“Remus.” You hissed as he pulled back a bit. He feels his ears ringing when he thrust in again. Your ass is so tight, he grabs the arm handles from the chair. The wood groans under his grip as he tries to control himself. 

“You’re so beautiful like this.” You look up and see him staring at you. His eyes are dark and you can see the moonlight from the window of his classroom light up his handsome scared face. 

“You’re beautiful, my Moony.” Your voice is soft and he groans as you clench your ass around his cock. 

Remus curses as he leans down to kiss you. He takes advantage of it and begins to thrust into you. The chair creaked as he quickened his pace. He drowns your moans in his mouth. He pulls away when he notices you began to go cross eyes, he feels your hand moving and he looks down to see you rubbing your clit as he fucks your ass. 

“Oh, love.” He moans at the sight. There’s a smile on your face as you roll your eyes with the pleasure taking over you. 

He sees your fingers going in and out of your pussy, using his cum to rub your clit. Remus feels he's about to cum, his balls are tightening up. Sweat is dripping down his back, the cardigan he wore is making him sweat more. 

His pants, the crotch area is completely soaked with your juices. You are absolutely wet by his cock in your ass. Your tits are bouncing from the harsh thrusts. 

He moans your name and you notice him biting his bottom lip, his brows are knitted together. His hair that was once brushed back is now flopping in front of his face. Remus wants to make you cum first. 

“Keep rubbing that clit.” He tells you and you obey, quickly rubbing on your throbbing clit. 

Remus removes one hand from the arm rest and grabs your throat. You squeal in the excitement as your eyes grow wide. He gives your neck a gentle squeeze as he grunts. 

“Rem-re- I’m going to cum.” You cry out as you stop touching yourself and grab a hold on his arm. Your cunt is clenching around nothing when you hear him growl. 

“Cum in my ass. Please. Please.” Remus moans when he feels you tremble when you cum. A high pitched moan filled the classroom as he pushed his cock to the hilt of your ass. You feel the cold metal of the buckle of his belt hit your clit and your mouth dropped open.

Remus groans as he fills your ass with his cum. You breathe heavily when he releases his hold from your neck. Your eyes are shut as you enjoy this feeling. The feeling of being fucked by your sweet werewolf professor.

He calls your name softly making you open your eyes and look up. He winces when he pulls out of you, he curses under his breath when he sees your hole gaping. 

“My sweet girl.” He says as he leans down to kiss you again. Softly, he slips your tongue in your mouth as you cup his face. You rubbed your thumbs over the scars on his cheek as you kissed him. 

Remus pulls away to breathe. He pushes the hair from your sweaty face.  He smiles bright as he stares at you. 

[leighbaye]

🖤 ₊˚⊹ — eldest daughter of the malfoy family (1) #DISCONTINUED

parring ➵ draco malfoy x sibling f!reader

summary ➵ family portraits with your little shit of a younger brother.

age of parring ➵ 16 - 18

warnings ➵ fluff

extra ➵ might become a multi - part series, but don’t take my word for it. reader’s middle name is named after bellatrix. thanks to @cafekitsune for banners! second chapter here.

here you were in the manor, in your large but dull gloomy dark room. subtle touches of your personal belongings scattered all about.

you’ve gotten news from your father, lucius, that the family was gonna retake yet another family portrait, it would’ve bugged you then but it happened every year. so what could’ve you done?

you were touching up your hair, defining your blowout and pining it up in a nice up - do, as your mother, narcissa, requested. you applied your favorite lipstick/lipgloss before you heard footsteps approaching.

you looked through the reflection of the mirror on your vanity as you added your desired pair of earrings, some bracelets, and layering some necklaces. the final touch being a matching ring you had with draco.

it was a simple stacking ring, engraved with your full first name, middle inital, following with the complete last name on it. you had a matching one with draco.

DRACO L. MALFOY — Y/N B. MALFOY

the baby of the family, who has grown to a young man, walked in without knocking. you clicked your tongue in annoyance, draco got the memo.

❝ m-may i come in? ❞

❝ you are already in. ❞ you scoffed softly, noticing the scowl on his face.

❝ sorry. ❞ he said blandly, you replied saying ❝ don’t worry about it dray, i need your help anyway. ❞

you sat up, walking up to a full length mirror in the left corner of your bedroom, draco following behind.

you fixed any sort of crimple and wrinkle on your dress whatsoever with a whip of your wand.

you presented yourself with a elongated black maxi dress, with a slit on the left side revealing your leg, the bust lined with black lace detailing, the same detailing of the thin straps.

you sported a pair of black crystal covered pointy toe high heels, a beautiful glamorous black cluster crystal on top of it. it was from a muggle high - end store, something along the lines of jimmy choo.

you ran your hands every curve, admiring yourself and catching a glimpse of your dark mark on your left arm, running your hand up and down the same arm.

as you did so, you were unaware of what draco was thinking.

draco malfoy, disliked by his fellow peers in the same year, most in a complete different house, known for his undeniable prejudice toward blood status.

one thing he was also known for was you, and he knew that of course.

anytime anyone would look, speak, or even breathe around you, he would always and constantly eye them.

he would clench his fist anytime someone would utter a bad mouth about you and disregard you as a person. no matter who it was, he would walk past and shove them so hard on purpose with no hesitation.

he absolutely hated people who would do so, cause you usually never did anything to anyone. back when he was a second year, you being in your third year, when the heir of slytherin was petrifying muggle borns, he never heard the end of it with the accusations of you being the heir.

reconnecting with the present, he looked at you lovingly with his hands in his blazer pockets. how he blazingly loved his older sister. every little thing you did, he always and never thought you weren’t the best at.

❝ you look beautiful sister. ❞ he said softly.

❝ you really think so? don’t you think its too much? ❞

he chuckled responding spontaneously with, ❝ too much or too little, you always look gorgeous. ❞

❝ oh i love you so much brother. ❞ you sighed placing you hands on his face kissing his forehead, being able to easier because of the shoes you were wearing.

you grabbed you favorite purfume, spritzing some on your wrists, collarbones, behind your ears. then spraying some near draco, giggling as he waved his arms coughing trying to prevent getting a feminine fragrance from attaching to his clothing.

❝ let’s be on our way now, mother and father have been holding up long enough. ❞ you ordered.

he enterwined his arm with yours eyeing down at your shoes, being patient with you as you have a disadvantage of walking quickly.

the both of you reached the hallway, sounds of clicking and clacking shoes echoed throughout the halls. draco was talking about the new school year at hogwarts approaching, to say he was displeased would be understatement.

the both of you kept walking til you guys reached the wall full with frames of family pictures. from the moment lucius and narcissa were engaged, their wedding ceremony, your birth, draco’s birth, both of you and draco’s first year at hogwarts ; and so on.

one picture caught your attention, you grimaced.

it was when you were starting in your fifth year and draco in his forth. the thing that bothered you so much was you short hair phase and short your dress was. it was way to provocative for a sixteen year old.

listen your hair would’ve been so adorable if you have gotten layers but oh well.

❝ oh my god. i looked ghastly! ❞ you almost shrieked.

❝ i cannot believe you let your little brother walk out like that. ❞ uttered draco disapprovingly.

it then turned into a five minute rambling of you calling your younger brother cute and squealing at his undefined face back when he was eleven.

draco only flushed and continued letting his older sister call him names he hasn’t been called in years, he was pulling on your dress mumbling for you to quit it.

unknowingly to the both of you, narcissa was watching her eldest daughter and baby son holding hands and giggling at each other’s portraits, telling stories of the days each portrait was taken.

how it made her happy knowing draco had you watching over him and growing up with a role model, regardless of the both of you growing up, you and draco will always be her children.

❝ draco, y/n, it’s time to get going. your father and aunt bellatrix are getting impatient. ❞

❝ sorry mother.❞ the both of you said in unison, quickly walking to in front of her.

narcissa stood on his tip toes, even with heels on, and kissed draco and you on the cheek, caressing her towering children as she smiled at.

❝ cmon now, run along! ❞

draco quickly ran to narcissa’s left side as you stayed on her right, both of you simultaneously wrapping your arms around hers and made your way out to the center of the manor.

lucius checked his watch groaning at the fact that his children are almost twenty minutes late to the shoot.

bellatrix cleared her throat impatiently, she had to meet with the dark lord in an hour, she wouldn’t be able to unless her niece and nephew were aware of the time.

nacrissa came in with a smile, one that both her sister and husband noticed in a heartbeat.

❝ narcissa, where is y/n and draco? ❞ asked lucius asked blandly, bellatrix glanced wanting to know.

before narcissa could answer, you and draco came in, making unnecessary fixes to your hair and outfits, holding out a compact mirror in front of the both of you.

❝ oh, my beautiful niece! you really outdid yourself, come here my sweet! ❞ bellatrix cooed as you smiled and closed the compact, walking up to her.

kisses were being plastered all over your face, lucius signaling draco to come up to his father.

draco went up and watched as his father fixed his tie silently chuckling at the sight of his beautiful daughter all dolled up.

❝ sorry father, it was my fault draco was late. i would’ve been at lot earlier if i hadn’t kicked him out of my room. ❞ you exclaimed softly.

❝ that’s quiet alright y/n, i should’ve known it takes young ladies a quite amount of time to prepare themselves. ❞ he grabbed your arm reassuringly.

❝ you know where to go, take the lead draco, y/n. ❞

you and draco obliged and went down to the living room and sat together in a forest green velvet vintage lounge chair holding hands, as the adults stood behind.

a couple of pictures, mixing it up quite often, it was finally the malfoy children portraits.

sitting down, standing up, backsides, and many serious and some smiling pictures later, the both of you hugged and you reminded draco how much you appreciated him.

the both of you snapped back into reality facing the wizarding world equivalent of a camera in surprise as a flash blinded the both of you, laughing at the moment that would make this yearly family portrait tradition memorable.

୨⎯ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡 ⎯୧

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Would U ever do a good boy harry like prologue kinda takes place before the series where harry likes hear her moaning in her sleep and starts wanking to her on the other side of the wall or something

Well I'm a sucker for this kind of thing... not really a true prologue but YES WHY NOT. Written very fast! Thank you to the anon who suggested this 🙈

Summary: Harry's stepmom is moaning in her bedroom and Harry can't help himself.

Word Count: 1,074

Warning: masturbation, slight exhibitionist kink, inappropriate relationship/fantasy, this is stepmom!reader x stepson!harry (everyone is an adult here - I do not write smut with minors just as a reminder!)

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Harry tried not to think about her that way. About his stepmom. God, she was hot. Just a bit older than he was with the cutest laugh and the way she would twirl her fingers in his long hair every time he went to his dad's to visit would drive him crazy.

And only an hour before she was trying to get him to let her braid it. So he let her a little but his dick was expanding in his joggers and he got up halfway through and apologized, running off to his bedroom before she could get a peek at what was happening to his cock. He had to finish himself to the image of her licking her lips and looking at him with her pretty doe eyes.

What was wrong with him? Aside from the fact that he was a virgin still. An adult in college who hadn't yet gotten laid. Perhaps that was why he was so hard up for her. But it wasn't like she was the only girl to ever give him any kind of attention. It's just that Y/n's attention was so innocent. The sweet hugs and subtle touches. The conversations about nothing and the way she'd be wearing the shortest goddamn shorts after tennis all sweaty and gulping down her water in the kitchen without care. Which always had him running up to his room and wanking off like a damn teenager.

But at that moment? With the house dark and quiet he could hear her in her bedroom. Yes her bedroom. She and his father didn't share a room. It was an odd arrangement but Harry knew better than to ask too many questions. All he knew was that if she were his he’d have her in his bed next to him every night. But of course, she wasn’t his. She was his dad’s wife.

He wasn't completely sure that what he was hearing was what he thought he was hearing. Little moans. Soft and breathy. Her door was cracked open and so was his.

Another long sigh from her had him sitting up in bed and straining to hear more. He knew his father was in his own bedroom and long asleep so she wasn't with him.

"Mmmm..." it was muffled and quiet but the house was also quiet and Harry couldn't mistake the sound. He closed his eyes and laid his head back into his pillow.

He'd tried and failed so many times to keep his thoughts out of the gutter with her but he'd already had full-on fantasies about her before. And he figured she'd never find out that he could hear her. What was the harm if he could just stroke himself a little while she moaned? No one had to know.

Harry pulled his tissue box next to himself on his bed and spit into his palm. His cock was already hard. Pathetic when he really thought about it. Because he'd already fucked his fist and nutted not that long before thinking about Y/n.

When he smoothed his hand down his shaft he parted his lips and spread his legs, long strokes up and down his length as he heard another gasp from her room. Smoothing his thumb over his slit he felt he was already dripping for her. Precome pushing from his tip. He pulled the moisture down himself and used his other hand to fondle his balls and he whimpered into his pillow after he flipped himself to his tummy. He didn't want her to hear him the way he could hear her.

He rutted down into his fist, his face heating up and heart pounding as her own little moans grew more frequent. He could almost see her in his mind’s eye. Pretty body, all soft and supple, perked nipples dancing over wobbly soft tits as she slid her fingers over her pussy that he would give almost anything to look at. He wondered if she was using a toy or just her hands. Wondered if she was humping a pillow or who she was imagining. Did she look at porn to get herself in the mood? Had she gotten turned on from braiding his hair earlier? Unlikely, he thought to himself.

Fucking down into his fist he imagined her body under his, imagined he was dipping into her sweet hole and bringing those noises to her lips, making her gush as she raked her nails down his back.

"Fuck me..." he whispered with his mouth smashed into his pillow as he felt his balls tighten and his insides get all sticky and mushy and hot.

He quickly pulled a wad of tissues from the box and laid them down over the mattress and went back to his desperate strokes as his stepmom gasped and panted, the sound of what he thought could be her coming had his brain spinning and his cock throbbing as he beat himself tip to root, over and over again until he was spurting out all the sticky mushy come that had built up in his balls and poured it over the tissues. He moaned loudly just as Y/n's own noises were halted. She'd finished right before he had. If that was in fact what she’d been doing. He had his doubts but what else could it have been?

He breathed heavily as he tugged at his cock one last good stroke before he sat back to his haunches and wiped his hand with the tissues and tossed the mess into his garbage.

The house was silent again and he heard light footsteps over hardwood planks in the floor, “Night Harry,” her soft whispered voice sounded just before he heard her door click close. She'd either just realized her door was cracked open or she knew all along. Harry didn't imagine she'd done it on purpose.

However, the night Harry was something. Wasn’t it? Had she heard him? Did she know he was still awake? Was this a test?

But no. He couldn’t think like that. He was already in too deep with his feelings for his stepmom. She was a nice young woman who was sweet to him. That’s all it was. Nothing more. It would be impossible that she’d find her husband’s son attractive. That she’d just masturbated and let him hear her on purpose. That she wanted to get a rise out of him. Definitely not.

But then again…

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Why do you hate me?

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Part two

Severus Snape x f!reader

WC: 1.5k

Summary: After starting your job as a professor at Hogwarts, you don’t understand why Professor Snape is the one person who doesn’t seem to like you.

Warnings: age gap, angst, SFW, crying, slightly OOC Snape

I still have some stuff I need to catch up on but maybe I can make a part two soon?💁🏻‍♀️

You were more than thrilled when you were accepted to fill in the position for the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. As Dumbledore introduced you to the school at the Welcoming Feast, your eyes went over to the Slytherin table where you recognized some of the students you went to school with who were younger than you. Your memory went back to your last year sitting at that table with them, and it was as if you’d blinked and they were already old enough to be taking their N.E.W.Ts the upcoming year. You gave a wave to them as they saw you which they returned with a thumbs up.

It seemed as if someone else didn’t give off the same welcoming energy that the rest of the staff and students were giving you. That person was none other than your former head of house, Severus Snape, who was sitting right next to you, rolling his eyes.

He had started teaching when you were in your first year, and it didn’t take long for you as an impressionable student to accept his strict ways of teaching. It wasn’t until your fourth year when you noticed you’d feel different around him than you did with any other teacher which made you realize you were developing a little crush on him that you waited for to go away throughout the rest of your time in school. It never did.

And now, there you were, sitting right next to him, with the same flame within you that caused you to blush.

After Dumbledore was finished making the rest of his announcements, you turned to Snape with a smile on your face.

“Hello Severus, you’ve been a teacher for a while now. Doesn’t it get exciting seeing all these new faces ready to have their minds filled with knowledge? I saw a good number of new additions to our wonderful house during the Sorting Ceremony!”

“It’s Professor Snape to you. And what makes you think I would enjoy having new students to teach?” Even though he turned to you with that same scowl on his face from all those years ago, there was something different about the way he looked at you that you couldn’t put your finger on.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized quickly, a meek smile on your face. “I just thought that… well, you’re a teacher, so… or maybe you see it as having new victims to torture?” You didn’t know why you had rambled on like a fool as the butterflies in your stomach continued to flutter. Having a crush on someone you’re not supposed to can make you do strange things, sometimes without your control it seems.

“The students better hope their new teacher takes her job seriously enough and doesn't treat it as a joking matter.” Snape pointed his sharp features at you which were emphasized by his pale face making you shrink back into your seat.

The more time went on throughout the school year, the more apparent it became that your former teacher hated you no less if not more than he used to. Every wave you gave to him in the corridors was only returned with a scowl, every “hello” with a “go away.” You didn’t understand why he could be so rude to you when you’ve been nothing but kind to him. Hearing rumors that he favored the Slytherins over the other three houses, you thought that he would have treated you with less disdain, but even as a student and teacher, it seemed like he treated you as if he forgot that you shared the same house.

The more you thought about it, you noticed that he used to single you out from the other Slytherins in your school days. You remembered storming out of class in your seventh year one time after he yelled at you for being an “embarrassment” to your house. All you had done was defend a Gryffindor student from the taunts of your fellow housemates. He then had the audacity to complain that you were the one disrupting his class!

Since becoming a teacher, you had in a way used Snape’s mistreatment of you as a motivation to be kind to every student and work with them in a way that was suitable to their needs. You never wanted another student to feel the same way about you that you had towards Snape.

Within a month of school, you had gained a reputation as one of the nicest teachers at Hogwarts, a stark contrast to how everyone else viewed Snape. There were some nosey older students who had taken the liberty of spreading gossip around which included information of how you were once his pupil making the younger students wonder in disbelief of how you turned out nothing like him.

Then there was Snape himself, whom you’d sometimes catch looking in your direction, looking as if he was dazed out, a sight that amused you as someone who had only seen him wear one other expression on his face. It was only when the soft sound of your laughter would hit his ears that he’d snap out of whatever trance he was in, narrowing his black eyes at you silently accusing you of mocking him.

You didn’t understand what was so different about him, what changed since the last time he saw you before you started teaching.

This lead to you becoming more intrigued with him, striking up a conversation with him whenever you were together only to be shut down by his familiar dismissiveness.

It was a Hogsmeade weekend which meant that you were alone in the library with the exception of some studious first and second year students. You had taken advantage of the near emptiness of the library to gather however many books you could fit onto two hands before leaving for your quarters. Thinking about how excited you were to bundle up in your blankets with the books you considered reading to your students, you sprinted through the castle. Maybe you got a little too excited because the next thing you knew you were plumeling face first into a wall of black fabric before the books were knocked out of your hands.

“I should’ve known it was you. Running around like the invasive pest that you are.” You looked up to meet Snape’s eyes for daggers, his taller frame looming over you.

“I’m so sorry, sir.” Your eyes widened as you frantically fidgeted with the skirt of your dress.

“Even after I thought I’d seen the last of you, you return like a persistent weed that has evolved into a thorn in my side.” He used his snarky attitude to ignore your apology.

Something inside of you deflated at the sound of his words, puncturing the previous excitement that was bubbling inside you making you momentarily forget about the books you had to pick up.

“I just thought we could be friends now that we’re coworkers.” You said in a near whisper.

“It might have escaped you when you were that pathetic student, but you can’t force everyone to be your friend.” He was clenching his fists at his sides.

“Why don’t you at least try being nice for once then?!” Hot tears were starting to simmer inside your eyelids, threatening to pour out. You hated how no matter how hard you tried standing up for yourself, you’d cry every time.

“Still weak as ever.” Snape said, eyeing your tears that were now running down your red cheeks.

“I am sick of you always treating me and looking at me like… I’m pathetic and calling me that!” You started to choke on your sobs. “Everyone has been kind to me! I don’t understand why you can’t be too when I’ve always tried being friendly with you, but you’ve been nothing but mean to me!”

“Being a pathetic excuse for a Slytherin doesn’t help.” Snape said loud and clear.

“Being a pathetic excuse for a teacher doesn’t help!” You shouted as loud as the tears would spill out fast. “You act like you know everything and that everyone else is beneath you! Maybe that’s why all the students hate you!”

“Thank you. For bringing my attention to something that is absolutely not new and wasting my time.” Snape said sarcastically, huffing under the layers of black.

“Why do you hate me?” You finally asked the question, a wall of tears clouding your vision.

The next thing you felt was calloused fingers brushing along the soft skin of your wet cheek before a pair of lips landed onto yours.

You were in too much of a shock to dwell on the fact that the man you’ve had a crush on for years was kissing you. You planted your hands against his hard chest as you returned the kiss. You let out a breathy whimper as his tongue traced your bottom lip. Both of you closed your eyes, savoring the moment until it was time to break away unless you wanted to take your last breath in his arms, which you would’ve been happy to.

“Because it infuriates me that I’ve wanted to do that to you every time I’ve looked at you since that day you returned to Hogwarts. You have no idea what you have done to me with those innocent eyes I can’t stop thinking about.” Snape’s voice broke you out of your daydreams before he stormed off without giving you a chance to speak.

You wanted to call out after him as you stood alone, trembling in your dried up tears.

[pinkcutiepiee]

Decorating the Christmas Tree with Remus Lupin [12 days of Fluffmas Day 3]

Muggle gender neutral reader

Word count; 365

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Warnings and notes; no warnings unless you count muggle reader as a warning? I imagined younger Remus while reading this but could be interpreted as either younger or older Remus.

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“You’ll have to do the top, there is absolutely no way I can reach that high,” you tell Remus. He had told you that you should’ve bought a smaller tree, but this one is so beautiful, the most beautiful of all trees you saw, how could you not have chosen it?

He had also insisted on using magic to decorate the tree, arguing that it does not take the magic of Christmas away. You had argued that decorating the tree the muggle way is what makes Christmas so magical. You knew he couldn’t resist you when you pouted and kissed his lips, adding the words “please baby? For me?”

“You know how we could do the top?” You know exactly what he’s referring to and you can’t deny the temptation of taking him up on his offer. The look on his face alone tells you that.

You also know that it’s not that he’s not enjoying spending time with you that made him suggest this - you’ve been at this for almost 2 and a half hours now, trying to get the tree perfect and you haven’t even touched the top quarter of the it.

“Fine,” you roll your eyes mockingly, feeling no desire to fight with the tinsel or lights any longer. Remus just smiles at your response, kissing the top of your head before he grabs his wand.

You sit down on the couch facing the tree, the excitement taking over. Maybe you should’ve let him do this from the beginning, you think. Maybe next year.

You’re slowly becoming completely mesmerised as he uses spells, with words you don’t understand, to decorate the top of the tree to match the bottom three quarters. In a dreamlike transe, you almost forget this is real life until Remus hands you the star; “would you like to do the honors?”

Once he’s helped you reach the top, the tree now complete, he can’t help but watch you in awe as you tell him about your plans for the rest of the house and your Christmas plans as you prepare dinner.

Remus Lupin will remember this day always as the day he decided he wanted to marry you.

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Captured by Rookwood (Audio)

Alright, ladies.. My most intensive audio yet.

Rookwood x Female Listener

In this one, Rookwood gets ahold of you and, well.. You can guess what happens.

EXPLICIT AUDIO 18+

(~5 minutes long!)

Light Bondage / Dirty Talk / Praise Kink / Daddy Kink / Insemination / Older Man x Younger Woman / Excessive Talking During Sex

Read the fic based on this audio!

Transcription by @vforeversworldsworld below

Victor Rookwood: "Incarcerous!" ( He chuckles darkly) "Not so defiant now, are we? There's no point in struggling darling. No, there will be no escape for you this time! Such a powerful witch - just a helpless little girl after all. Poor thing, all trussed up and at the mercy of a dark wizard like me."

You're panting with fear

Victor Rookwood: "Hush now, little one! I'm not going to hurt you. Although, turnabout is fair play, wouldn't say? Given how much trouble you caused, how many of my best men you've killed? I don't think anyone could blame me if I had a little fun with you...and don't think I haven't noticed the way you look at me! No, I wouldn't be surprised if you'd gotten yourself caught rather on purpose! You've wanted this, haven't you? Wanted....me. That's why when I release you, you're going to be a good girl and let me have my way with you! Nod if you understand! "

You nod

"Good girl, Relashio! That's it"

He leans to capture your lips passionately! He breaks the kiss abruptly

"Yes kitten, so needy..." He continues to kiss you

Victor Rookwood: "Spread those legs for daddy! That's it, good girl! Oh yes, you're so wet for me. Does that feel good? It's going to feel so much better when I'm deep inside you. Beg for it, little one.

Yes, little witch! Get ready to be fucked by Victor Rookwood!

Ah, That's my good girl! Ah, fuck....You feel so good...tight..." "

He groans heavily

"Ahh, I knew you would love this, being under me... My cock deep inside of you. A helpless little girl being dominated by a dark wizard! Being fucked.. And loving every second of it. My feisty little girl , finally in her place. Fuck...Merlin...you feel so good...ah..good gods, take it....That's a good girl...good....little slut Admit it darling..you love daddy's cock...fucking hell...I know you love getting fucked by me and daddy loves your tight little pussy! Gonna come deep inside you...Fill you with my seed! Gods, girl ! Tell me you want it...Beg for it!

Ah.. you beg so prettily! You're pleasing me so well...Shit...I'm going to burst inside of you, take it! Ah...fuck....

That's my good little witch, lying there dripping with my cum! There's no way turning you over to Ranrok now! No, darling... I'm going to keep you all to myself.

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Part 12: Void

Summary : After the incident,the things are not the same for Y/N and Remus.

Pairing: Remus Lupin x werewolf student

Warnings : angst

Ao3 link : https://archiveofourown.org/works/39275319/chapters/125898868#main

“Dear you’re not even touching your food.”Your mother had fixed her eyes on you,studying your behaviour for the past hour. You had rested your chin on the palm of your hand and were playing with your food,poking it with your fork,not even feeling like placing it anywhere near your mouth.You felt hungry yet the thought of eating made you feel nauseous. You closed your eyes and exhaled lightly,trying to not make your voice seem different from natural.

“Thanks for the food mum.” You stood on your feet and your parents and your brother were looking at you confused. “ ‘m going to bed. ‘M tired” You forced a smile and slowly retreated to your room,not bothering to even change your clothes as you laid on your bed,stomach pressed against it,staring in abandon at the small picture of yours a few years ago.Oliver having wrapped his right arm around your shoulder,big smile on his face ,pushing Percy’s face away from him with his left palm and you smiling as you had placed your fingers inside his mouth and stretched the corner of it. You were happy.

About two weeks had passed since the ‘incident’ with professor Lupin. Two weeks that made you feel like you had hit rock bottom and couldn’t escape from this state.It was a mutual agreement that you both would pretend that it never happened.A moment of weakness on both sides completely ruined everything. You attended his classes most of the time,involved yourself during his classes,greeted him every time you came across him but the feeling was not the same as it used to be. Everything was forced. You could see the emotion reflecting on his eyes clear as crystal, regret .

His behaviour towards you had changed drastically even though to others it wasn’t noticeable. He wouldn’t joke with you anymore,he avoided eye contact as much as possible and tried to ignore your presence. And that hurt, hurt more than the bite on your left rib,more than any transformation you went through every month,hurt more than anything you had experienced. It was draining your energy.Poker face was something you were good at ,you tried to act as if you were unaffected ,to him you had stayed true to your word ,acted as if everything was normal when it clearly wasn’t.

You couldn’t deal with this anymore,you had thought many solutions,first being to drop out of school so you never came across him,forget him, erase him from your memory completely ,forget about his whole existence and live a normal life.It was hurting to the point you had even considered to self harm in order to ease the burn in your chest but it was not worth it,your body was scarred enough,it wouldn’t help. You considered telling your parents to move in,in France and continue your education there but they would ask too many questions,and also being a werewolf wouldn’t make it easy for you there. So you put that thought aside and felt the tears rolling down your cheeks yet again.

You were not sure if human body was capable of creating as many tears as you had shed the past days but clearly you were proved wrong. You didn’t know what to do,you couldn’t survive more months pretending as if everything was okay when it clearly was not. You couldn’t stop thinking about the professor,the ways his hands had felt when caressing your body,how his soft lips had explored every inch of your upper body,the way his hungry eyes had raked your whole being as if you two were the only people that existed. It hurt your heart,because sure he agreed to it and as far as you knew him, he would never get involved with a student no matter how stubborn the later would be ,he would never ,he had too many morales ,followed the rules…

But he was different with you,since the first day that you met him,he had always favoured you. And at some point you thought that perhaps he felt the same ,perhaps even knowing that you were what you were ,he would still accept you ,the true you ,the imperfect you.But maybe he was nothing but a man after all and only did what he did to have a short term fun and whatever you had thought was simply in your head and if that was the case,you wouldn’t be able to bear it. You should hate him,perhaps feeding yourself with hatred towards him and see him with the same eye you’ve always seen Snape with. Respect ,because he’s still your professor but hate his whole being.

A knocking sound on your door made you quickly wipe your tears,wipe your runny nose with your sleeve and with a shakky voice you spoke. “Come in.” The door creaked open and your mother came into view ,looking worried,just like the times she did whenever she treated your wounds after a rough night.

“Merlin.” She sighed and walked closer to you,sitting by your side and you carved human touch so much that you immediately cuddled yourself into her lap.She stroked your hair gently as she spoke.” I won’t force you to tell me what happened…” she paused “ but I’m worried.You haven’t been yourself,you’re shutting all of us out and daring,I can’t bear seeing you like this. Is it Oliver again? Did you two have a fight?”

You wished for that to be the case, hell, had you never broken up with Oliver perhaps you would have never found yourself in this shitty situation. Perhaps you ought to give him another chance but you hated the thought of using your own best friend as a rebound. He didn’t deserve that. You snorted as you looked at your mother,forcing a smile.

“Told you that we’re not a thing anymore.”You paused as you bit the inside of your cheek. Your mother had always given you the warmth and trust to confide in her but this was too much. You would betray the professors’ trust and knowing your mothers crazy side,she would get him fired for good. “I- It’s about…someone else.” She raised an eyebrow and you sighed. “ I like him a lot.”

“And what seems to be the problem?” She asked quietly.

“I let myself get carried away and I did something bad.” You bit the inside of your lip nervously. “I thought that he felt the same way mum-“ your voice started shaking,lip trembling.” But I was mistaken. He probably just found it amusing to mess around with me and I gave myself away to my urges and I feel like I was used. We didn’t have sex-“ tears started rolling down your cheeks” but ever since we did stuff he’s ignoring me. He told me that we should pretend this never happened but I can’t. I love him ,mum. I know, it’s selfish but I can’t help it, I can’t live with the tightness on my chest every day and pretend as if everything is alright when it isn’t. I want him to love me back ,love me for who I am-“ you started sobbing uncontrollably and your mother said nothing because she knew that no matter what she said,it wouldn’t matter. She understood that the only thing you needed from her now was the physical closeness and that’s what she gave you. She comforted you just like the times she did when you were a kid and cried to her about the monsters under your bed. You cuddled close to her,afraid that she would also leave you but she stayed there for hours,letting you let it all out and even fall asleep on her lap,crying your eyes out over Remus Lupin…

<•>

“And then bam-“ Oliver slapped his fist on his palm. “Krum scored and crowed went wild! Should have seen just how good he was Y/N,also still mad over the fact that you rejected my invitation to that quidditch match. I barely found the tickets y’know.”You felt dizzy,Oliver was starting to shapeshift ,his eyes were falling to his nose slowly,his head was getting smaller and his lips were moving slow. He snapped his fingers and with half lidded eyes you tracked the movement of his hand. A sheet of cold sweat had covered your whole body.”Hello! Are you even listening?!” Your eyes were closing slowly and the next thing you know,you heard someone shout your name,you felt your head hitting something hard and after that you saw black.

<•>

When you opened your eyes ,everything was blurry,it needed a few seconds for your vision to clear and when you took a look around the room,you immediately recognised it as the infirmary. Why were you here? You spotted someone moving on the shadows and from the silhouette you knew it was none other than madam Pomfrey. You tried to call her but it felt as if someone had jinxed your throat shut. You couldn’t mutter a single word. A wave of anxiety washed over you… what the fuck?? Your heart was beating fast and when you tried to move,you couldn’t. It felt as if you were experiencing a sleep paralysis but you knew that that wasn’t the case. Your heart was beating fast,something was wrong with you.It was as if Pomfrey felt that you had woken up because she immediately came by your side.

“Oh for Merlin’s sake ,it’s a miracle!” The tray that she held on her hands fell on the floor,the shattering sound of the objects falling on the floor echoed on the room. “Dear-“ she placed a hand on your forehead. “Can you move?” You couldn’t,you couldn’t even let her know.You were simply staring at her with panicked eyes and she nodded and muttered something under her breath. “Thought so.” She sighed “ It’s a miracle you’re even awake right now,and worry not I will fix you in no time.” She smiled kindly as per usual. “Now-“ she waved her hand and a needle made its way to her. “ I will inject this in your arm,hopefully by tomorrow you at least are able to move.”

<•>

“Are you out of your damn mind?!..”

“I didn’t mean for her to get hurt ,Minerva!“

“You and me will have a proper talk about this,Lupin!”

Your eyes shot open at the mention of the name. The bright light made your eyes hurt and you made no sound as you felt the terrible need to hiss. You were able to move your limbs now, the sleep and whatever madam Pomfrey injected on you did work. You slowly brought your palm in front of you,trying to cover the light and seemed like the action brought the attention back to you. You silently stared at the people in the end of your bed, an angered Minerva, a worried Pomfrey, quiet professor Remus and a calm and collected Albus Dumbledore. You stared at them in silence as if asking for an answer to what the fuck is going on.

“Thank Merlin she’s up,Lupin.” Sneered Minerva as she went pass him. “How are you feeling,dear?” Her voice softened immediately as she talked to you. You waved your palm mid air,motioning a so-so. Not bad but definitely not good and visibly confused. You furrowed your eyesbrows, why was she screaming at Lupin…had she possibly found out about-??? No…fuck if that happened your life would be over!

“How many days for her voice to come back.”Asked Dumbledore as he quietly paced around the room.

“It can be days,weeks,months…I’m not sure Albus.” Said Poppy as she kept her palm on her chin,staring at you.Dumbledore hummed and then he sat to the chair next to you,staring you under his glasses.

“I’m sure,you must be confused right now.” You nodded meekly. “I will keep it short and simple. When you swam into the great lake which I remind you is forbidden ,your thigh was nicked by what seemed to be a red rock,is that correct?” You licked your lips as you nodded.What was he trying to say? “ The red rock is also known as Muklil a very rare species which is at risk of extinction. It likes to disguise itself in whatever shapes it sees fit to hide. Now usually they are not harmful unless you disturb their peace which you must have…and their touch is said to have many side effects. In the first few days you will not feel anything then that nick ,which you have poorly treated, will start to get bigger in shape and it will start to turn blue. When the effect of its touch properly hit you,you’ll start to feel dizzy,sweat a lot,lose your ability to talk ,move and in the worst case the wound will start spreading all over your body,consume it,and you will die. Luckily for you, we weren’t late so you are not at risk of death,your-“ Dumbledore paused “condition ,slowed the process so for now you’re out danger.”

This was a lot to take in… you almost lost your life over a silly blackmail that professor Lupin did. Dumbledore shifted his eyes to Lupin,who had hung his head low,hands on his pockets,eyes glued to the floor.

“Sure it wasn’t professor Lupin’s intention to kill you. He wasn’t aware of the existence of the creature living on the lake and that’s on me. A friend of mine gifted it to me many centuries ago and with age,you start losing your mind and even I forgot about it. So ,whatever happened is partially my fault and I will also be held responsible.” He fixed his eyes on Minerva who was glaring at Dumbledore.

“The girl could have died Albus don’t try to pull that card!” She screeched. Dumbledore chuckled lightly.

“She’s a strong one Minerva,you and I both know that.” He smiled gentle at you. “But if she wants measures to be taken,I will remove Muklil from the lake right now and if she needs time to heal she’s free to rest home until she gets better.” You immediately nodded in refusal. Muklil ,it did nothing wrong. What if they tried to do what they were trying to do to poor Buckbeak?! It did nothing wrong,just thinking about the peace under the lake and you being the reason one of those creatures loses that peace made you feel guilty. And also you could use the time to heal back home but you had enough days back there. One more day around Christoper and you would be sent to Azkaban for murdering your teasing little shit of a brother.

“Alright then.” Dumbledore stood up. “The girl made her decision. Muklil lives and so everyone goes on with their normal lives.”He clapped his hands. “Lupin-“ he walked close to the professor and whispered low enough for him to hear but with your hearing so did you. “ for both your sake and mine apologise to young L/N so Minerva doesn’t kill us.”

No. Absolutely no. Fake apologies. Did those even count? You didn’t care,if he wanted to apologise about something he could start with the fact that he acted the way he did…

“Y/N-“ fuck. You hated the way his name slipped from his lips in such a way that it made your heartbeat stop. “I’d like to apologise for putting your life at risk, if there’s something I can do to compensate,you will always find my door open. I’m sure ,you already know that.”

You despised him, so much,his indifference to your situation,despised his poker face,his calm and collected tone and behaviour,as if you two hadn’t been in shitty terms for a while now. Compensate. How?!Just saying the words to save his ass from Minerva’s rage. You locked eyes with him,his expression was blank, you couldn’t read his face ,what was he thinking about right now? You bit the inside of your cheek,waiting for him to show an indication,change the cold and frozen look on his eyes. You missed the warmth they had not a long time ago,the kindness that always enveloped them when you two came across each other. You bit back the tears that were already forming in your eyes,not now,not in front of him.You simply moved your eyes to your right side,covered yourself with the blanket,motioning for them to leave and they got the cue.

“Alright,chop chop. The girl is tired enough.” Announced Pomfrey and soon everyone took their leave,you listened to their footsteps fade slowly and when you found yourself being alone again did you shed the tears.

[ibelongtoseverussnape]

Royal Knight!Severus Snape under the cut!

Tags: Royal General x Queen, Older man x younger woman

Gifs from botwp and steaminghaze

When you were Princess he worked for your parents, the formers King and Queen, who retired so you could ascend young to the throne, acknowledging that you were prepared enough and would make a great monarch all by your own. As an only child your parents spoiled you rotten. You were a good girl, but sometimes a bit greedy, and when you discovered your liking for the General of the Royal Army...well, you wanted him, so you'd have him.

Your advances were declined by the older man. "I'm too old for you, Princess." He'd say. "I'm not fit for you." But did you care? No. You tried to seduce him multiple times to end up with him smiling at you and patting you head softly. Definetely you weren't his type or something, but you would be.

So young and so naïve...

You realized what you had been doing. Running after a man who is not willing to run with you. Maybe for you, but not with you. Lowering yourself for someone who doesn't see you as a woman, but a little girl. A peasant who could be fired and out of your castle if you so wished for because your daddy never denied anything to you. So why don't you do it?

Are you willing to let go of your Royal title for a man who does not love you? Or even lust you?

So you stopped pursuing him. You minded your business, focusing on your classes, being responsible with your own things, not knowing that the man you so long desired had started to notice you once you left him alone. Your mother even started to chose potential suitors to be your consort, but even though they were handsome, or passable, none really snatched your breath away, who needs a man anyway?

He'd scare them away. Every time.

You took a liking to go for little walks without telling anyone. Could have been very early in the morning, after your classes, or late in the night, and even though your parents knew you would go on little runs, you'd come back safely. But that wasn't enough to soothe the General. Everytime you left, he'd follow you, watching you from afar. "Just to be sure." He reminded himself

On Tuesdays you had bow and arrow, in which you were good, but you made a little mistake and the General himself believed he had to aid you.

"You could've left any other soldier help me." You told him lowly as he got increasingly closer and stood behind you

His eyes went to the target then down at your posture and aligned it "I am to be your guard when you ascend, Princess." His hand going to your arm "Pull it back to your cheekbone, use it as reference." And his other on your waist "I'm not letting any other man touch you. You're mine, I'll treat you as suck." He pulled your 16yo frame against his chest, pressing against your back "Let it go." You sighed as the arrow flew in a straight line and hit the middle of the target. Perfect score.

"That's my girl."

He stayed pressed against you, only to look back when a soldier neared them

"Sir, I must ask you to step away from the Princess."

"Don't be ridiculous, Nelson-" he started but the bold soldier interrupted him

"I am not asking again, General. She isn't one of the whores you frequent at the pub in the Village. This is our future Queen we're talking about. Treat her. As such." Snape separated fully in that very second and pulled the soldier away, fuming, and the very next day the soldier had a broken lip and a bruised eye.

You were having tea with your mother when General Snape entered the room and bowed. "My Queen, Princess."

"Ah, General." Your mother smiled and placed down her teacup. "I heard there was a miscommunication yesterday in the traning arena...Care to explain?" The General looked at you and then back at your mother, then sighed

"It wasn't too important, Ma'am." He said lowly

"Did I ask if it was important?"

"No, Ma'am."

"Then answer."

"I was helping the Princess to perfectionate her shooting and might of gotten too close to her." He admitted "I apologize."

"The Princess is really skilled at bow and arrow, I fail to see why you would near her if she didn't ask for help. Did you ask for help, my dear?"

"No, Mother."

"Then?" Your mother looked back at the man "What was the reason for soldier Nelson to end up so bruised? And furthermore, for this whole thing, to have your future Queen involved?"

"He said something personal to me in the presence of her Royal Highness."

"So now you're sentimental?"

"No, Ma'am."

"You better not be. If I hear you're doing innapropriate things to my daughter, General, I assure you, I'm making sure his Majesty kicks you out of the ranks, you hear me?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"You're dismissed."

For that night, when you were alone walking back to your quarters after dismissing Mrs. Delar, the woman who was assigned to take care of you, you founded yourself rolling your eyes in someone else's bed. Moaning into his pillows as the heavy sound of skin slapping filled his room, but also the knowledge that you know you shouldn't be doing this, but it feels too good to stop.

The General's nose nudging the shell of your ear, as his arm wrapped around your torso "Who's a good little girl?" He asked lowly, making you gush. This man has almost the same, if not the same age as your father and turns you on like no one has done before. "This pretty little royal pussy, hm? All for me?" He rose your hips and arched your back "Popping your cherry..." He chuckled "You like this, little girl? That I finally gave in?" Growling as he spurted ropes and ropes of cum into your unused hole.

When you finally turned 18 years old, you ascended to the throne proudly. Letting your little escapade, which did not end in pregnancy even tho you took nothing, behind as you were now entering a new phase of your life that required a whole level of maturity. This, as you knew that going around, having pre marital sex with the General of the Royal Army and your Servant none the less, was not a mature doing. Even tho it was just once.

Your parents never finded out of what happened and barely anyone in the castle knew. And as you grew, your General began to show signs of wanting more of you, but you knew what you had to do. Even though...doing it one more time wouldn't hurt...

[ffakc]

Give me my rich older mannnnnnnzzzzz

Greek Getaway!

harry castillo x fashion intern fem!reader content warnings: fluff, a TINY bit of smut at the end, age gap (reader is in late twenties, harry is in forties) summary: a vacation with your billionaire boyfriend wc: 3.8k

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You’re exhausted by the time you unlock the penthouse door.

Your shoes are already in your hand, one strap broken, and your makeup has melted somewhere between the subway and the elevator. Your bag slips off your shoulder the second you step inside.

And then, before you can even exhale, you smell something.

Something warm. Garlic. Herbs. Olive oil.

You barely have time to register it when...

“Mi vida,” Harry’s voice greets you from somewhere near the kitchen. “I was about two minutes away from coming to track you down.”

You blink. You must look absolutely wrecked because his brow creases the second he sees you.

You try to speak, some kind of apology for being late or not answering his last text, but then Harry is already walking over, sliding a hand around your waist and leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“You’re tired,” he says softly.

“I look like a fashion intern who got sent to coffee duty in the rain.”

“You look like a goddess who’s overworked and underappreciated.” He kisses your temple again, then your cheek. “But lucky for you, I’m a very generous man.”

You laugh, head resting against his chest. “Did you order something?”

“I cooked. And I have a surprise for you.” His lips graze your ear, and he pulls back just enough to grin. “Come on. Close your eyes.”

“…Is it a new purse?”

“No purses, but if you want another I'll happily buy you it,” he says with a soft chuckle. “Promise. Just trust me.”

With your heels still dangling from your fingers and your shoulders sagging from the week you’ve had, you close your eyes. You hear him walk around you—there’s a soft rustle, the sound of a switch, and then his warm hands gently guide you forward.

"Okay," he says, stopping you at the edge of the living room. “You can open them now.”

You blink a few times.

And then your mouth drops open.

On the coffee table sits an itinerary, two first-class boarding passes, and a leather travel journal. A small bowl of olives and feta cheese rests beside a chilled bottle of wine. A book you’ve been eyeing—about ancient Greek fashion trends—is tucked under it all with a gold ribbon wrapped around the cover.

“We leave Friday,” Harry says, watching your reaction carefully.

You don’t respond at first.

You just stare. Then you look at him. Then the tickets. Then him again.

“Greece?” you ask quietly.

His hands slide down to your waist, pulling you in closer. “Ten days. No emails. No calls from your nightmare of a supervisor. Just us, the sea, and a suite with your name on it.”

“You’re kidding.”

“I’ve never been more serious.”

You throw your arms around his neck so fast he stumbles a little backward, laughing against your shoulder as you pepper his jaw with kisses.

“I love you,” you mumble into his neck.

“I know,” he murmurs. “But say it again when we're in Greece, sí?”

The sun isn’t even fully up yet when you shoot out of bed, chest tight, your brain already racing.

Okay. Passport. Toiletries. Swimsuits. Did I pack my black heels? Shit, I didn’t email my supervisor. Did I set my out-of-office?

You’re halfway to the closet in one of Harry’s old dress shirts, panic-walking, when a sleepy voice cuts through the quiet.

“Mi amor…what are you doing?”

You turn to find him still in bed, the sheets low on his hips, hair mussed, watching you like you’re the most fascinating thing in the world.

“I- sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you. I just need to finish packing. And check the tickets. And my skincare is still in the bathroom. And I think I forgot to-”

“Stop,” he says gently, sitting up. “Come here.”

“I...Harry...”

“Come here.”

You grumble something under your breath but obey, climbing onto the bed reluctantly. He pulls you into his lap, strong arms wrapping around you, warm and slow and grounding.

“Baby,” he says, pressing a kiss just below your ear. “I already packed your bags.”

You blink. “What?”

“Everything’s in the foyer. New luggage, cream leather, matches the shoes I got you. Your passport’s in your purse. Your skincare’s already packed. Out-of-office email sent.” Another kiss, this one to your jaw. “I even bought you new bathing suits. The red one with the gold ring you were eyeing? It’s folded between three pairs of sunglasses I had overnighted.”

You pull back just enough to look at him.

“You bought me sunglasses?”

“I bought you Greece,” he says smugly. “The sunglasses were just a bonus.”

Despite the panic still simmering behind your eyes, a small laugh slips out. “You’re impossible.”

“I’m efficient. And madly in love with you.”

You let your forehead rest against his, finally allowing yourself to breathe.

“What about the airport?” you mumble. “Security? We’re going to hit traffic. What if we-”

“Car’s downstairs. The driver’s early. Don't worry about TSA or any airport stuff, let me worry about that.”

You blink again. “Who are you?”

He grins, leaning in for a soft, slow kiss. “Someone who hates seeing you stress. Now go brush your teeth, come back here for five more minutes of cuddling, and then we’ll go on the best vacation of your life.”

You sigh dramatically, draping yourself over him.

“Fine..."

He chuckles and kisses your shoulder. “Just let me take care of everything baby.”

You’ve never been in this part of JFK.

There are no long lines. No screaming toddlers. No buzz of flight numbers crackling over intercoms. Here, everything is quiet. Elegant. Every surface gleams. Every scent is subtle, fresh citrus, expensive cologne, and warm espresso drifting from the sleek lounge bar nearby.

Harry rests a hand on the small of your back as you step inside the private terminal, effortlessly guiding you past security with a nod to the staff. The agents don’t ask for your ID. They just smile at him like they know him. Like they’ve known him.

Because they do.

“This isn’t even the lounge,” you whisper, heels softly clicking against polished marble. “This is just the entrance?”

Harry laughs low, brushing your hair behind your ear. “You’re adorable when you’re shocked.”

“I’m not shocked,” you mumble, eyes glued to the towering floral arrangement near the check-in desk. “I’m…digesting.”

He presses a kiss to your cheek. “Wait until you see the jet.”

You reach the private lounge and freeze. Plush velvet seating. Soft instrumental jazz. A breakfast spread that looks catered by a Michelin-star chef. There’s a Hermes throw draped casually over the arm of one of the couches. And a tray with your favorite pastry and a cappuccino already waiting, your name written in delicate script on a place card.

“You did not have that brought out for me,” you say, half-laughing.

“I did,” he says, already loosening the cuffs of his cream button-down and settling onto the couch like he owns the building.

You blink. “Harry, this is insane.”

He looks up from his phone and pats the seat beside him. “No, baby. This is standard.”

You sit beside him slowly, dazed, taking the cappuccino like it’s a fragile artifact. “So…this is what it’s like to fly with you?”

“This is what it’s like to date me.”

You look at him. His expression is unreadable for a beat, somewhere between teasing and completely serious.

He breaks the silence by tugging your legs gently across his lap, massaging your ankle with one hand. “I know you’re not used to this.”

“I really, really am not.”

He leans in, voice quiet. “But you’ll get used to it. If you let me take care of you.”

You study him. His sharp jawline. The steady confidence. The hint of concern in his eyes, like maybe he’s not sure if all of this is too much. If he’s too much.

You shift closer and rest your head on his shoulder. “I think I’m okay with that.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead, lips lingering.

A few minutes later, an attendant appears, polished and polite. “Mr. Castillo? We’re ready for boarding. Would you like to walk out now?”

He nods and glances down at you. “Ready for your chariot?”

“You mean the jet?”

“Yes the jet. One of three.”

You blink, slipping your hand into his as he helps you up. “Of course you have three jets...”

The tarmac is quiet.

You can hear the gentle hum of the engines in the distance, the warm wind brushing past your legs as you follow Harry across the runway. He walks like this is nothing—tailored, crisp linen shirt fluttering slightly, hand resting protectively on the small of your back. You, however, feel like you’ve just stepped into a scene from a dream you never let yourself have.

The jet comes into view, and your breath catches.

It’s not flashy. It’s stunning. Cream exterior, gleaming gold accents, the “Castillo” name discreetly painted near the steps. A flight attendant stands waiting at the base of the staircase, smiling warmly.

Harry gives you a look, half smug, half sweet.

You swat his arm. “You’re enjoying this.”

“Immensely,” he murmurs, and offers his hand as you take the first step. “Watch your step, mi vida.”

Inside, the cabin is glowing in the early morning light.

Cream and beige leather seats, real wood paneling, soft gold light fixtures. A queen-sized bed tucked into the back with a cashmere blanket folded neatly at the edge. A built-in espresso machine, a small tray with chocolate-covered almonds and fresh fruit. The air smells like bergamot and something you can’t place—maybe Harry’s cologne, maybe just money.

You pause, completely still in the aisle, blinking.

“Is this real?”

Harry steps behind you, wrapping his arms loosely around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder.

“Very.”

You turn toward him, overwhelmed. “It has a bed.”

“Of course it has a bed. It’s a twelve-hour flight.”

“You bought me pajamas, didn’t you?”

He smirks. “Check the drawer next to the bed.”

You move, still barefoot from security, padding toward the bed and opening the drawer. Silk. The softest navy blue slip you’ve ever seen, your initials stitched discreetly into the hem.

You blink back at him. “You’re ridiculous.”

He shrugs. “Comfort is important.”

You curl into one of the plush leather seats while Harry disappears into the back to speak with the pilot. When he returns, the plane is already taxiing. He sits beside you, tugs your legs into his lap, and hands you a glass of champagne.

“Are you sure I’m not dreaming?” you whisper, swirling the flute.

“Positive.”

The next few hours pass in a blur of luxury and warmth.

Harry shows you how to recline your seat back, you sip espresso while he reads a novel in Spanish beside you, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing circles into your thigh. At one point, he feeds you strawberries dipped in honey. At another, you climb into bed and nap with your face pressed to his chest while the clouds pass outside the window.

You’re half-dozing, curled up in the silk pajamas he packed for you, and Harry has you lying across his lap again, this time on the jet’s bed. He’s gently combing his fingers through your hair, careful not to tug, careful not to wake you fully.

“You know,” he murmurs quietly, almost to himself, “when I bought this jet, I imagined using it for meetings, quick flights, boring things.”

You hum sleepily.

He leans down and presses a kiss to your temple.

“But now you’re in my bed, on my jet, wearing pajamas I had monogrammed for you, and I suddenly care a lot less about boardrooms.”

You smile into his chest. “So I’m your favorite investment?”

“The only one I’ll never want to cash out.”

You wake up later—disoriented, warm, and blinking in soft gold light. The silk pajamas are clinging gently to your skin. Harry’s fingers are still stroking your hair, slow and rhythmic.

“We’re somewhere over the Atlantic,” he says softly. “You’ve been out for three hours.”

You hum. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“You looked peaceful.”

You glance up at him. “How much longer?”

“Seven hours.”

“Good. Plenty of time to make out on your fancy jet.”

Harry huffs a laugh, deep and warm. “Is that what you plan to do with the time I spent organizing a gourmet in-flight lunch?”

“Do I get both?”

He leans down, brushing his lips against your forehead. “You get everything.”

The jet door opens to a rush of warm, sun-kissed air.

It smells like salt and citrus and something earthy. The kind of air that makes you exhale without realizing you’ve been holding your breath.

Harry squeezes your hand gently as you descend the stairs. “Welcome to Greece, mi vida.”

A sleek black car is already waiting on the tarmac. The driver gives Harry a polite nod but hands him the keys. Of course. Harry prefers to drive.

He opens your door before you can touch the handle.

The roads wind gently away from the coast, olive groves on either side, small bursts of bougainvillea climbing over stone fences. You lean your head back against the leather seat.

Harry’s driving with one hand, sunglasses low on his nose, shirt collar open just enough to show the tan beginning to deepen on his skin.

He glances at you as you stare out the window, enchanted. “Tired?”

“Not anymore.”

You rest a hand on his thigh. His thumb brushes slow circles against the inside of your knee.

“Is the villa close?” you ask quietly.

Harry smiles, eyes back on the road. “You’ll know when you see it.”

And then, just like magic, it appears.

The gates are discreet but grand, vines curling around the stone pillars. A long gravel drive opens to a view that could break your heart: cliffs rolling down into the Aegean, sun spilling across pale terraces and tall cypress trees. The villa sits like a secret—modern but sunwashed, soft tan stone and white linen curtains fluttering from open windows.

It doesn’t look like a vacation rental.

It looks like a fantasy.

Harry parks the car with practiced ease and gets out, jogging around to open your door. He holds out a hand, and when you take it, he tugs you close for a kiss, warm and unhurried, right there in the driveway.

“I could get used to this,” you whisper against his lips.

“You should,” he says simply. “This place is ours for the week.”

You blink. “You mean we rented it?”

“I mean I own it.”

“…Harry.”

He laughs. “What? I bought it years ago. It’s underused.”

You shake your head and let him lead you up the stone steps. Inside, the air is cooler, touched by sea breeze. The walls are smooth, white stucco. A bowl of fresh figs sits on the kitchen counter. You spot a private pool through the glass doors and what looks like a private staircase leading straight to the beach below.

You turn to look at him—mouth parted, breath shallow.

He’s watching you carefully.

“Too much?” he asks softly.

“No,” you say, stepping into him, curling your fingers into the collar of his shirt. “It’s perfect.”

He kisses you again, slower this time.

“I want you to feel like you can breathe here,” he murmurs. “No expectations. No deadlines. Just rest. Me. This view.”

You nod against him.

You don’t need the view, though.

You’ve got Harry.

The villa feels like it was made just for the two of you.

You walk barefoot through each room, your fingers trailing over smooth stone countertops and pale wood beams, sun filtering through gauzy curtains. The living space opens into an airy kitchen and then to a hallway that leads to a bedroom so breathtaking it almost doesn’t feel real—arched windows, silk pillow cases, a bed big enough to lose yourselves in.

Harry walks behind you, occasionally pointing things out in his low, rich voice.

“That staircase leads straight down to a private beach,” he says, motioning toward a little stone path tucked into the side of the property. “And the guest house is through the olive trees over there. But we won’t need it.”

You glance back at him with a playful smile. “No guests?”

He raises a brow. “Not unless you’re planning on inviting someone.”

You shake your head, giggling. “Nope. I want you all to myself.”

“Good,” he murmurs.

You spend the afternoon wandering in and out of rooms, discovering sun-warmed terraces, hidden lounge chairs, and little alcoves that smell like rosemary and fresh linen.

And then the sky starts to turn gold.

You slip into the pool just as the sun begins to dip below the horizon. The water is warm, glowing with the last remnants of daylight.

Harry joins you in navy swim trunks, lazy and relaxed, hair tousled by the breeze. He swims up behind you, wraps his arms around your waist, and pulls you gently against him.

You lean back into his chest. “This feels like a dream.”

“It’s real,” he says, kissing your shoulder. “All of it.”

The two of you float in silence, the water cradling you while the sky melts into shades of pink, orange, and lavender. His hands stay on your hips. His lips find the side of your neck. And for once, time doesn’t feel like it’s racing.

Later, Harry insists on cooking.

He opens a bottle of wine, rolls his sleeves up, and starts chopping fresh herbs like he’s done it a thousand times. The kitchen fills with the scent of garlic, tomatoes, lemon zest.

You sit at the island in one of his oversized button-downs, watching him.

“You know,” you tease, “I thought you would've just had a private chef on standby.”

“I am the private chef tonight,” he says, tossing you a wink. “And I only cook for you.”

The food is incredible—simple, fresh, perfect. Pasta tossed with olive oil and basil. Grilled shrimp with lemon. He pours you more wine before you can ask.

The sun’s fully set now. A few lanterns flicker around the terrace. The sound of the sea hums low in the background.

After dinner, you find yourself standing on the villa’s highest balcony, arms wrapped around your own waist, looking out at the dark horizon.

It’s quiet. Gentle. Magic.

You don’t even hear him step up behind you—but you feel him the second his hands touch your sides, gliding slowly around your waist until they meet at your stomach. His chin rests on your shoulder. His body curves into yours.

“You belong here,” Harry says softly, his voice deep and steady in your ear. “In this life. With me.”

You exhale shakily, your hands covering his.

“I don’t always feel like I do.”

“Well, you do now,” he says simply. “This villa. This view. The wine, the sea, the bed behind us. It’s all yours. Because you’re mine.”

You turn in his arms and press your forehead against his chest.

“You make me feel like I’m not pretending.”

He tilts your chin up, kissing you gently. “There’s nothing pretend about this.”

The stars begin to come out.

And in his arms, you believe it.

You don’t go back inside right away.

You stay on the balcony, wrapped in Harry’s arms, long after the stars appear—just swaying slightly, your bare feet against warm stone, the wind catching the hem of his shirt you’re wearing.

Eventually, he kisses your cheek and murmurs, “Come swim with me again.”

The pool at night is even more breathtaking.

Lanterns glow from the corners of the terrace, casting a warm shimmer across the water. You strip down to your underwear and slip in without a word. Harry follows, slow and unhurried, the moonlight catching on his skin.

You float toward each other like it’s instinct.

His hands find your waist underwater, fingertips brushing your ribs as you hook your arms around his neck.

“Hi,” you whisper, smiling softly.

“Hi,” he murmurs, brushing his nose against yours. “You’re glowing.”

You hum. “That’s just the villa lighting.”

“No, that’s you. You always do this to me.”

He kisses you, deeper, slower. The kind of kiss that makes your knees weak even in water. The kind that makes you forget the rest of the world exists.

His lips trail down your neck, your collarbone, his fingers gripping your thighs underwater before he lifts you, effortlessly, to sit on the edge of the pool. The cool night air brushes your damp skin, and he follows you up—mouth finding your stomach, your hip, the inside of your thigh.

“Let me take care of you,” he says against your skin. “Just relax for me, mi amor.”

You do.

And he does.

He takes his time, worshipping you slowly, thoroughly, until your back arches and your breath catches and your fingers knot in his damp curls. When you’re spent and trembling, he kisses your knee, then your lips, and lifts you into his arms.

“Bed,” he murmurs.

He lays you on the bed like you’re made of glass.

Your skin is still damp, your heart still fluttering, and you reach for him without hesitation.

Harry covers your body with his, kissing you again, this time deeper. His hands cup your face, his lips trailing down your jaw.

When he pushes into you, it’s slow, like a promise. He whispers things you can’t fully hear, too far gone, but you feel them in how he touches you. His hips move with a steady rhythm, one hand braced by your head, the other tangled with yours.

“You feel like heaven,” he breathes against your mouth.

You moan softly, legs tightening around him.

“You’re mine,” he says, almost reverent. “All of this. You.”

Your body trembles again, clinging to him as your breath shatters against his neck.

He follows with a groan, low, ragged, undone.

He doesn’t move for a long time. Just rests his forehead against yours, breathing you in.

Later, you’re tucked into his chest, fresh sheets under you, hair still damp, the sliding glass doors open just enough to let the sea breeze in.

Harry’s fingers are tracing lazy circles on your spine.

“You okay?” he asks, voice warm and quiet.

“More than.”

He kisses your forehead, lips lingering.

“You looked out at that view tonight like you were waiting for it to disappear,” he murmurs.

You swallow. “I guess part of me still doesn’t believe this is real.”

Harry cups your jaw and gently guides your face up to meet his.

“It is,” he says. “I’m real. This is real. And I’ll keep reminding you until you believe it.”

You nod softly, curling closer into him, eyes fluttering shut.

“Don’t let me wake up,” you whisper sleepily.

“I won’t,” he says. “Sleep, baby. You’re safe.”

The waves crash in the distance.

The moonlight spills across your skin.

And in Harry’s arms, you finally let yourself drift.

A/N: this is most likely gonna be a 2 part thing! but only if u guys want it to be ofc!!!

[leighbaye]

🖤 ₊˚⊹ — eldest daughter of the malfoy family (2) #DISCONTINUED

parring ➵ draco malfoy x sibling f!reader

summary ➵ the beginning of the end, the initiation ceremony.

age of parring ➵ 16 - 18

warnings ➵ angst, mention of pain inflicting, broken families, flashbacks.

extra ➵ thanks to @cafekitsune for banners, extremely special thanks to @helendeath for supporting this story! mind you this chapter is long, you are responsible for your consumption. first chapter here.

before you knew it, the following school year was rapidly approaching. apparently it was the perfect time for him to conceive the dark mark.

for whatever reason for father, lucius, thought it was best for your younger brother to receive the dark mark. not thinking about the mental toll it will bring him.

the next moment, you were in draco’s room helping him get dressed and ready out the door. you weee buttoning his blazer and you then ran you hand though his hair, keeping it down. you then sigh.

❝ are you ready? ❞ you asked in a soft spoken voice, genuinely curious about his wellbeing.

❝ i-i guess, still unaware how the process will go. ❞

you then sat on his bed, patting his silk sheets to a spot next to you. he took the hint and approached you and took a seat.

❝ well whatever you feel uncomfortable, just reach out to me okay? ❞

he replied in a hum, he cleared his throat forgetting how observant his older sister was. like the both of you were in a in a pact and however he felt it will affect how you acted.

❝ how did you, yknow deal with the aftermath of embedding of the mark? ❞ draco asked hesitantly, wondering how you would answer his question.

you then stared off into space, all of the sudden the ceiling captivated your attention as you vividly remembered how it went down.

it happened in a different circumstance, but that you couldn’t remember why and when it happened. you wanted to spare yourself from revealing to much or it would most definitely get your brother more anxious then he already was.

you were also sixteen years old when your left forearm was tainted with the mark. the bubbling of a cauldron filling your mind also being the center of attention, plus witnesses taking your branding as amusing.

the pain was excruciating. it felt as if you were being held in the one of three unforgivable curses, the cruciatus curse.

the noises of your soft cries and the hot tears streaming down your cheeks fillings your memory as the dark lord announced your current loyalty to him to the rest of the death eaters.

the glittering green skull with a snake protruding from its mouth was now visible, you rubbed and pinched your skin as you were trying to rub fast drying ink off your skin.

how much you needed to see your baby brother in that very moment.

the final vision you saw was back at the manor, you were embraced by your father and you choked back sobs as he caressed your head. trying to comfort his eldest daughter, narcissa with tears welling in her eyes wiped tears away from your eyes.

draco was only fourteen when this all went down, of course he want present due to his young age. he wasn’t aware until much later that you had the mark.

how much you pushed him away from you, afraid of how would then perceive you. how much he wanted to be there for his big sister but it hurt him how painfully obvious you wanted nothing to do with him until these uncontrollable feelings subsided.

as you told him everything he wanted to hear, you noticed how much facial changes he made. slowly and slowly worsening his mood as he took in how he sister handled that all on your own.

not even able to take a full breath in and out, you embraced him as tightly as you physically could. sniffing being heard as mumbled, because you laid your face into his neck.

❝ i-i just want you to know i will be always be here for you, im so worried for you draco! ❞

draco eyebrows furrowed, responding in a hug back is his breathing struggled hearing you be in undeniable pain hurtes him because what you faced will happen to him next.

just without emotional support from him, which filled him with guilt although it was never his fault. he was just to young and still naive.

❝ i hate for you to go through this alone and just knowing i can be present makes me so relieved you have absolutely no idea! ❞ you hiccuped, whimpering.

you let yourself from a hug you know he needed. both of hands grabbing his face and making eye contact with him. his eyebrows furrowed, in a frown as he desperately tried to blink his tears away.

your fresh manicured fingers in a gentle manner rubbed his eyelids, you then kissed his temple as you always did. it was evident that it worked.

you pressed your forehead together looking at each other in a platonically loving way. reminding you of back when the both of you were kids.

the malfoy family, besides lucius, were now present in knockturn alley. where draco’s death eater initiation ceremony will take place.

as evident as it was, knockturn ally wasn’t the same as before. previously full of life, color, & and people of every blood status, it was now dark, gloomy, and isolated. reminding you of malfoy manor in a way.

how you wished to be home at this very moment, knowing you needed to prepare for the worst.

dressed formally, hair laid down held up in a ribbon. you made sure that your robes covered the dark mark. people were still around and you needed to have social awareness.

you and draco, in a quick pace, followed narcissa. stealing rapid glances around it seemed to be clear, you continued followed your mother and swiftly grabbed draco’s hand as the closer you got to the location he almost stayed put.

as if he even had a choice. it pierced you but it was the truth no matter what. little did the both of you know, harry potter, hermione granger, and ron weasley were watching you from a distance.

❝ harry, is it me or do draco, his elder sister, and mummy look like three people who don’t wanna be followed? ❞ ron asked as he observed with harry, which led with hermione whipping her head around.

then there you guys were, as mentioned previously, narcissa entering into a alleyway. and the sight of you and draco holding hands and following right away.

the golden trip exited, staying in a logical gap between the malfoy’s. awaiting for what revelation was about to arise.

the long alleyway lead to a staircase leading down, letting go of draco’s hand and lifting your dress just a few inches of the ground to prevent any tripping.

the next turn lead to the site of where the initiation would take place. borgin and burkes. you and narcissa entered simultaneously while draco stayed out, he makes eye contact with you as you held the door open for him. the ceremony would begin shortly.

the both of you were being lead to another room where the vanishing cabinet was stored. as that was happening, the trio went onto the roof as quietly and sneakily as the possibly could.

harry then observed through a window how close you and draco were than he initially imagined. the noticed the small detail of the matching stacking ring on the same finger. he thought it was a soft touch but let those thoughts subside.

you and draco ran your hands over every corner and crevice of the vanishing cabinet and exchanged in small talk in form whispers before narcissa and distracted draco by planting a kiss on her only son’s cheek, while you looked at other items the antiquarian held.

then the reason why you were held up here commenced.

a group of voldemort-sympathisers, including bellatrix lestrange and fenrir greyback encircled an old cauldron containing a bright green potion and, in the centre of the circle stood draco.

as draco extended his left arm, the potion in the cauldron exploded with light and, quickly, the group dispersed.

୨⎯ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡 ⎯୧