#poppy sweeting x reader

[girl-named-matty]

Sending them VERY obvious hints for your birthday - Modern AU

Giving very obvious hints at what pet you want for your birthday. Tags: Fluff, chaos on poppy's part (per usual). Parings: Sebastian x reader, Ominis x reader, Garreth x reader, Leander x reader, Amit x reader, Natty x reader, Imelda x reader, Poppy x reader ... Warnings: Ignore how i used MC first then switched to y/n. I was too lazy to go back and re-do them and fix it. 😭

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[hufflefluff-stuff]

hi! i was wondering if you could write how HL characters would act when they are jealous

Yes! Also, I'll add how these characters wind up confessing to their crush! 👍

Characters: Sebastian, Garreth, Ominis, Poppy, & Leander

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Sebastian Sallow

Let's be fr..this guy gets jealous INSANELY easily in canon, even when platonically speaking.

It's hard to pinpoint where he exactly started catching feelings for you, but he certainly fell for you fast after your adventure into the library's restricted section.

Unfortunately, because of your growing reputation as a "hero" around Hogwarts, Hogsmede, and other hamlets...you've have strangers and students alike often come up to you and interrupt your conversations with Sebastian.

They mean well, only showing up to compliment you or thank you for some favor you've done for them.

But still it puts him in an sour mood, especially if he's unable to do anything about it without coming off as a prissy Slytherin.

During classes, he feels 10x worse if he's not partnered with you and instead sees you with classmates he views as "competition"...like Garreth, Leander, or even Amit, scowling at them in envy and unable to focus unless the professor specifically calls him out on it.

The only exception is Ominis, since he's a trusted friend and damn well knew his crush on you (he has certainly used this as blackmail to stop him from doing stupid stuff) but Sebastian will still huff about how "close" you two are growing.

Sometimes his jealousy gets so bad he needs to go blow off some steam in the Undercroft, casting damage spells on whatever poor dummy, pillar, or knight armor happened to be in his way.

It's nothing that Repairo couldn't fix.

While your assistance in his quest to find a cure for Anne was extremely important to him, that's not the only reason he brings you along for the ride.

He genuinely enjoys your company, and it's his chance to actually be alone with you and talk without any rude interruptions.

Well...there's trolls, rankrok's loyalists, spiders, ashwinders, Inferi, etc....but none of them are annoying students who try to hog all your attention just to spite him.

Aside from Ominis, Anne keeps encouraging her twin brother to make some move if he's that jealous (which Sebastian repeatedly denies).

Sooner or later...he may lose that chance, and he fears this. But he never knew when the moment would come..

Then one night, you were both fighting poachers and their leader, an Animagus, insulted him so horribly that it made his confident expression drop for a moment--as did his Protego shield.

You didn't hear what she said exactly, but his devastated face told you enough and you were pissed.

So you rained down a torrent of ancient magic lightning before she can even think of transforming.

Sebastian could only watch as you smite her like some furious god unleashing your wrath on the world, finding you both badass and ethereal.

When it's all over, you rushed to his side and ask if he's okay--but he just kisses you right there and then, silencing you.

He's so sick of waiting.

Garreth Weasley

His jealousy is nowhere near as bad as Sebastian's...but it's still there. Just subtle.

He pouts a lot when somebody steals your attention away, and he tries way too hard to impress you with whatever brilliant potion concept he drafted up (and definitely didn't have approval to brew in class under any circumstances).

Speaking of which, you're his usual partner in potions class, so he'll be highly disappointed if Professor Sharp decides to pair you with somebody else that day.

Garreth feels this sting in his heart if he overhears you praising them for their perfect brew, while he stares into his bubbling cauldron and sulks, wondering what he could've done differently.

He didn't know how you truly felt about him, so he got the genius idea to cook up a love potion the day you had a substitute for class (he sat at the furthest station and had secretly gathered the ingredients beforehand).

Just as you were about to try it for yourself, he accidentally knocked an incompatible ingredient into the pot and caused its contents to explode, staining both of your robes in pink.

While everybody laughed, the sub made the stains vanish with some magic and decided to dismiss class early, making you two stay behind to clean up the mess.

Luckily only house points were deducted due to your actions, so you won't be getting detention for this.

Still...Garreth was quite upset and you could tell.

You reassure him you're not mad in the slightest, and that you knew exactly what he was trying to do (followed by a small wink before continuing your cleanup).

His face turned as red as a maxima potion, and when he returns to the Gryffindor common room for the night, he gets confused stares from his fellow housemates as they wonder what's gotten into him.

But he can't stop thinking about you.

Maybe you ingested droplets of the love potion after it exploded, since you did seem particularly flirtatious with him in that moment and knew his intentions.

Looks like he got his wish after all.

Now to ask you out properly..

Ominis Gaunt

He's not an easily jealous guy. He'll never get angry at other people for simply wanting to spend time with you or if you're partners with them in class.

You've made a name for yourself at Hogwarts, and while he doesn't always agree with the dangerous stuff you get involved with, he only expects people to look up to you and pull your attention away from him.

Though deep down, it kinda hurts...especially since quite a handful of students from other houses perceive him as someone you shouldn't be around (some Gryffindors with "holier than thou" personalities even had the guts to say you're better off without him when he's standing right there).

Being a Gaunt + a Slytherin had that effect, unfortunately...

But he's sick of hearing that all the time.

Anyone else would've snapped at whoever criticized them based on blood status or rudely interrupted a conversation they're clearly having with you.

Yet when he does it..suddenly he's the bad guy?

It never made sense.

So any jealous feelings Ominis has stem from his own insecurities, and they grow even worse the more he realizes he's in love with you..

Like Sebastian, he'd probably storm off to the Undercroft to calm down if he's feeling heavily upset.

Fortunately, you're quick to defend him and decline other people's advances, saying you'd much rather hang out with him.

When you nearly got into a wand duel/fistfight over something insulting they said about him, that's when he realizes you cared about him as more than a friend...

Though he wanted to test the waters, so to speak, before hyping himself up to confess to you.

So throughout the week, Ominis expressed subtle desires to be in closer proximity to you (which you were fine with despite being initially confused at his sudden change in behavior)

These are, but not limited to, linking arms while walking in the hallways, napping beside you while you were reading or petting a random cat, "accidentally" falling asleep on your shoulder in History of Magic, and letting you guide him through assignments in herbology and potions class so he took the correct measurements (his grades improved, which is always a plus).

It takes a little bit of encouragement from Sebastian, but by the week's end, he courts you in one of his favorite spots outside the castle, gathering flowers, candles, and everything.

You truly made him feel loved..and he was going to do his best to reciprocate that.

How he wishes he could see the looks on those Gryffindor preps' faces when they realize the "hero of Hogwarts" is his date.

Poppy Sweeting

Considering how little she spoke to other students, even ones from her own house, this Hufflepuff found it difficult to get close to you at first.

You being hailed as a "hero" made it especially challenging, as you seemed constantly busy and people were bugging you for attention/advice/help....all while Poppy was standing in the background, forcing a smile.

Of course, you always made time to help her rescue beasts. It became your passion, and she was happy about that. Your adventures together allowed you to connect on an emotional level.

The moment she knew she was in love was the night when you both observed a Mooncalf dance, trying to make sense of the pattern those sweet big-eyed creatures left behind.

No matter how many times you've seen them, their dances are spectacular--ever captivating.

But when Poppy asked for your opinion on the pattern she drew out, she stops after seeing your breathtaking smile, eyes practically sparkling in the glow of the moonlight..

And suddenly that's all she could focus on.

Suddenly that was the most beautiful thing in the world.

Since then, her jealousy around other students has increased tenfold...especially when one jerk who disrespected beasts bragged about their poacher parents and invited you to visit their camp.

You've never seen a girl Depulso another student so fast in your life, but Poppy acts like nothing ever happened.

Similar to Sebastian, her jealousy manifests in the form of glares and general scorn towards anyone trying to ask you out on a date (which you, fortunately, decline).

She 100% rambles to the beasts about you.

If Highwing and Lord of the Shore could talk, they'd tell her to just stfu and confess to you already bc the tension is killing them.

It only (finally) happens when you invite her to the Vivarium for the first time, and they both nudge you two together, not backing down until you finally kiss.

If any of yall know that scene in Pokémon Scarlet/Violet where the box legendary pushes Arven towards his friends...that's this exact situation.

Leander Prewett

There's not doubt that this Gryffindor was going to grow jealous of your rising popularity in Summoner's Court and Crossed Wands.

He's a sore loser, while you have generally good sportsmanship..but he secretly appreciates you encouraging him to keep practicing. He only keeps going because of your words alone.

Outside of classes and competitions, he tries to hang out with you but oftentimes your attention goes to other people--whether it's professors keeping you after class to go over extra assignments or a friend sending you an owl with an urgent request.

You don't mean to keep ditching him, but to him it feels like you're always "too busy" for him.

Leander just scowls at the owls while they stare back at him like "hey, don't shoot the messenger".

Yet even when you do manage to spend time together, he only ever asks about your recent escapades....and then refuses to believe them despite you explaining them in great detail.

To this day, he still isn't convinced you possess ancient magic.

But the truth is that he wants to believe you. He admires your bravery and is insanely in love with that aspect of you....though he doesn't know how to express that.

He wishes he can relate and have cool stories to tell, but when people bring up his name they only ever talk about his constant failures.

He doesn't feel any better when others rush to defend your acts of heroism, thinking he's being a jerk.

The truth is you actually loved him and his company despite your frequent banter, but believed him to be way out of your league.

At least until the day Professor Kogawa assigned you to help him after flying class, citing the lack of respect he's been showing to his broom and your good influence on classmates.

He saw this as his chance to impress you...and failed miserably as he was unable to focus and snapped at his broom in frustration, causing it to whack him in the face just as a group of Slytherins passed by.

They laughed and teased him relentlessly, but after scaring them off with a chomping cabbage...you realized Leander had disappeared.

But he didn't go far as you discover him sulking near the lake, hiding himself with the Disillusionment charm (which you cancelled with Revelio).

It's there he finally talks about his true feelings towards you, and you see a more vulnerable side to the typically uptight Gryffindor.

In the end, you decide to give him a chance.

[sebastianwallows]

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Ominis Gaunt

🕸 True Colors

🍧🍄 Nearly Headless

🍄Sign of The Times

🕸🍧Room of Requirements

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🍧You Can Always Learn

🕸🍧Just the Two of Us

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🍧A Lifetime

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🕸🍧Happy Accident

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🕸 Lust 🕸🍄Emotions (sequel to Lust)

🍄Unforgiveable

🕸🍧 First For Everything

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Hogwarts Legacy Headcanons: How the Companions behave in an Established Relationship

Includes Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt, Natsai Onai, Amit Thakkar, and Poppy Sweeting.

I tried my best with the pictures, but I couldn't find one that does Amit justice. Therefore, there is no picture for his section. BUT!!! Stan Amit. He is awesome!

Edit: Thanks for all the likes, reads, comments, and rebloggs. I never expected that my post would be received this well. This means a lot to me since writing is my passion. Thank you, guys.

Sebastian Sallow

He is super protective of you. When you venture into the Forbidden Forrest, he insists on leading the way because he doesn't want you to get hurt or be surprised by enemies. No matter how often you point out that you are better at fighting than him, he will not relent. For you two, protecting each other is almost like a competition. 

Sebastian: "I didn't let a single spider touch you. You could have helped me with the Inferi, though." 

You: "I was busy keeping the goblins away from you. I had to disarm them, Sebastian. Otherwise, they would have attacked you with their swords, axes, and whatnot. I knew you could handle a few Inferi."

Sebastian expresses his love through physical touch. In the halls, while walking with you, he holds your hand. At dinner in the great hall, he sits next to you, legs touching. And in Potions class, you are his loyal partner. When you two are brewing a potion, he tends to whisper words of encouragement, brushing along your fingers or shoulders gently. 

Sebastian: "Good girl/boy. You added the right amount of Troll Bogeys." 

Against common belief, I don't think that he is the jealous type. Of course, he ensures that people who are romantically interested in you know that you are happily taken, but he is so confident in his charms that he doubts anyone comes even close to him in your book. Only when he notices that someone rivals his natural magnetism and winsome smile does he become jealous and starts sulking like a child. Then, his jealousy becomes extremely profound and unrivaled. 

Sebastian: *sitting on a bench in the hallway, pouting*

You: "Sebby, darling, what is bothering you? Don't make that dreary face."

Sebastian: "Dreary!? I’m appalled! Who does that seven-year think he is that he can steal my girlfriend/boyfriend/partner?"

You: *giggling* "No one will steal me from you. *you appease him with a kiss on his forehead*

Sebastian: *smiling exuberantly for the rest of the day until Ominis is so fed up that he swears that even he could see Seb's smile*

If you both belong to Slytherin, you spend hours in the common room reading books from the forbidden section until you fall asleep. You are usually laying on his chest, head buried in Sebastian's neck, and he holds you close with an iron-hard grip. Fortunately, Ominis always wakes up early, and when he notices that Sebastian is not in his bed, he walks down to the common room to wake you both up to prevent unnecessary rumors from spreading.

If you don't belong to Slytherin, your meeting spot for late-night reading sessions is in the Undercroft, and Ominis brings all of you some breakfast from the kitchens. 

Sebastian is so enchanted by you that he is convinced you are a rare kind of magic. Obviously, your ancient magic powers are great and all. But your smile and personality are an instant kill to him and equal fatality.

Ominis Gaunt

Ominis is not big on showing his affection publicly. But trust me, this young man will make sure that you know he loves you ardently. He is the romantic type. He writes you poems and love notes. Sometimes he passes his latest creations to you in class, and he is so clever about it that no teacher ever catches him. 

Ominis: *scribbling notes in Transfiguration* "MC, could you pass me your book? I forgot mine." 

You: "Sure." 

After a while, he returns the book, and when you turn to the page he read, you find a little sheet that Ominis used to express his love for you: Your voice sounds like the waves rippling on the shore, and your skin is as smooth as a moonstone. Your hair rivals the soft grass below a willow tree, and your breath smells like the epitome of a sweet summer breeze. I may be blind, but you invigorated my other senses: smelling, tasting, hearing, and feeling. My world would be stale without you in it. Also, I think Sebastian is up to something again. You keep an eye on him, and I will strain my ears to find out what he is hiding. In utter infatuation, your Ominis <3

Ominis loves it when you describe the surroundings to him. Unfortunately, whenever something unexpected happens, for example, in class, and he hears people gasping in astonishment, he does not know immediately what is transpiring. Ominis has to rely on someone telling him exactly what happened after the event is over to grasp the entirety of a situation. Usually, he extracts the most important pieces of information by listening closely to the different sounds amidst the chaos, but he is glad that ever since you stumbled into his gloomy life, you supply him with detailed descriptions and explanations. He loves how attentive you are. He doesn't have to ask for your help. You just inform him in a non-condescending manner about that which he cannot see. You include and cherish him with all that you are. And if the two of you are walking through the grounds of Hogwarts, he inquires about the scenery. But he is not interested in how the trees, the sun, and the sky create a picturesque atmosphere, he wants to know what the view looks like to you. He is curious about your subjective opinion. 

You: "The tree looks beautiful. It is a bit crooked, and if you were to compare its leaves to human hair, you would think that it is in desperate need of a haircut. Oh! To our right, Leander Prewett is showing off his broom skills to a few first-years. They are elated and impressed." 

Ominis: "I hear them saying that Prewett is flying phenomenally." 

You understood his implicit question perfectly. "His flying sucks, honestly. The first-years just don't know what good flying looks like."

It takes him some time, but eventually, he opens up about his trauma. He talks in detail about how he was tortured as a child and forced to use the Cruciatus Curse. He may even cry, but you hold him tight and listen to him spilling his sorrow. You don't tell him that everything is alright. Obviously, nothing is alright. The past branded a mark on his soul. In these moments, when he is at his lowest, you understand why he possesses a sarcastic personality. Sarcasm helps him to cope with his pain. All that you can and ever will tell him is that he is safe with you and that you will be there for him as long as he wants you to be. 

Ominis: "I would do anything to stop this maddening darkness inside of me. No matter how high the cost. But then I remember I needn't pay any price because you light the way out of this abyssal cavern that I call my soul."

Yes, he has dramatic tendencies, but only if he expresses his genuine feelings does he become big on words. Only the ones closest to him – you, Sebastian, and Anne - get to experience that side of him. Little side note: You are a little jealous of Anne.

You spend a lot of time in the Undercroft together, and since he can't see you, he loves to let his fingers run over your face, feeling your facial features. He loves doing that and hates when he has to stop because you either have to attend classes or Sebastian barges in with a new idea that you cannot dissuade him from. It always ends with Ominis and you helping Sebastian out to make sure he doesn't get into serious trouble. 

Ominis: *his thumbs brush over your bows and the bridge of your nose* "You are dazzling." 

You: *your face is flushed red as his index finger traces your mouth*

Ominis: *his other hand moves to your collarbone, and from there, it wanders precariously low. *

You: *smacking his hand away* "I know you can't see, but you were about to touch my... well, you know." 

Ominis: *shrugging* "It was worth a try."

You: *your mouth agape* "Wha-"

Natsai Onai

She is a very classy person regarding dating, and the most important aspect for her in a relationship is trust and respect. She abhors it when someone treats her patronizingly or disrespectfully. If you want this relationship to work, you and she have to be on eye level. 

She is not a big fan of public affection. However, she does not mind it much either. She likes to hold your hand or kiss you on the cheeks. Occasionally, she holds the door open for you.

She is even more protective than Sebastian and Ominis would be in a relationship. If anyone looks at you the wrong way, her dark eyes will settle ominously and threateningly on them. The Gryffindor in her sometimes urges her to say something provoking, and if she does so, it requires you to diffuse the situation. Incidents like these are rare though, and Natsai picks her battles wisely. You don’t have anything to worry about. 

*A group of students whispering and looking at you while you pass by with Natsai* 

You: *ignoring them and talking in detail about how you defeated the Lord of the Coast in hopes of impressing Natsai*

Natsai: *walking up to the students and crossing her arms as she stares them down silently*

The students: *confused and scared*

Natsai: “Have you ever experienced the horrors of an angry gazelle?” 

Natsai’s mother, Professor Onai, keeps a close eye on you. At some point, you contemplated dropping Divination, because whether in class or in the Great Hall, this woman watches you like a hawk. Especially after the whole ordeal with Harlow. 

You: *eating breakfast in the Great Hall and looking up to the teacher's podium, only to see Natsai’s mother staring at you* 

You: *turning to Natsai hastily and tapping her on the shoulder* “Natty, your mother is doing it again.”

Natsai: “Oh, don’t worry. She likes you.”

You: *breathing a sigh of relief*

Natsai: “But she said she was going to transfigure you into a toad if you were to hurt me.”

Needless to say that you and Natty spend most of your dates outside the castle in Hogsmeade, enjoying a butterbeer. Of course, the beverage tastes good, but the real reason you go to the Three Broomsticks is that you want to talk undisturbed in a secluded corner, preferably on the second floor. You talk a lot about Matabeleland and Uagadou, and Natty is glad that you are genuinely interested in her culture of origin and don’t ask questions just to be polite. Trust me, she experiences that a lot. More often than not, your talks become personal and even philosophical. 

When you trust her enough, you show her the Room of Requirements. Then most of your dates take place there, away from the prying eyes of others, and she teaches you wandless magic.

Amit Thakkar

He has an absolute glow-up in the summer leading up to your seventh year at Hogwarts. Amit was cute and handsome before but… just wow! However, he is absolutely oblivious to any male or female student showing interest in him. He is too focused on studying Astronomy and Gobbledygook. Only has eyes for you anyway, his beloved star.  

*You and Amit are spending time at the Astronomy Tower, looking at the stars*

You: “Amit, they were definitely hitting on you earlier. Did you not notice?”

Amit: *staring into his telescope* “I only noticed you.” 

He is not good at expressing his feelings. He shows his love by comparing you to stars and things that he likes, which sometimes goes horribly wrong. 

Amit: *showing you his map of the night sky while you study in the library* “You remind me of the Scorpion constellation.” 

You: “Oh, why is that?”

Amit: “Well, the Scorpion looks just as courageous and powerful as you when you return from your frequent excursions all muddy… and smelly…and covered in grime… barely holding on to life—”

You: “Stop it, Amit.”

Since we are already talking about your adventures outside of Hogwarts... Amit is worried sick when you don’t show up to classes because that is a clear indication that you are out in the wild, risking your life. Again. He always covers for you, though, when a teacher inquires about your absence. Unfortunately, he is bad at lying. When you return from your adventures, he is mad at you and scolds you tirelessly. Amit doesn’t even want to know what you have been up to because his poor heart cannot take hearing about the perils you found yourself in. He helps to clean the grime off your face with a handkerchief and fusses about your appearance. In these moments, he behaves like a worried parent. The handkerchief he uses has his initials stitched on it. By now, you have a whole stack of these handkerchiefs in your dorm room. 

Professor Sharp: *checking the class attendance and noticing that you are missing* “Where is Mr/Ms (Your Surname)?” 

Amit: *feels already guilty that he is about to lie* “Ah… ehm, Professor Sharp, I fear that they fell… ehm… yes, exactly, they fell off their broom. They are currently in the hospital wing…” *hunches his shoulders forward slightly to hide from the skeptical glances of the other students thrown his way*

Imelda: “That’s simply impossible, Amit. They are almost as good at flying as I am. I want to stress the almost, though. No one is as good as me.” 

Amit: *panicking and becoming angry* “Yes, Imelda, but accidents happen to the best of us. Don’t they?”

Imelda: “They don’t happen to me.”

Amit: *his head falls on the table in frustration, but he lifts it up right away and apologizes to Professor Sharp for violating the social codex of good behavior* “My behavior was highly improper, Sir.” 

You and Amit fulfill the stereotype of a goody-two-shoes falling in love with a daredevil and vice versa. You are over the moon and back for each other. Amit can’t stress enough how you are like the sun and moon. You are opposites that sought to unite your differences.

You: *making your way to Care for Magical Creatures*

Amit: *pulling you into an alcove, pressing you against the wall, and putting his finger to your mouth to prevent you from screeching*

You: “Amit! You are lucky I have a third sense for knowing when it’s you who ambushes me.”

Amit: “Right. Otherwise, I would have ended up like one of those dark wizards.” *brushes your hair out of your face* “Well, you know how stern I can be about time management. There is still some time until our next class starts.”

You: *giggling* “By Merlin, then don’t waste our precious time.”

Amit: *kisses you passionately*

Although Amit doesn’t want to be informed in detail about your perilous adventures, he does ask whether you have met any goblins that would help him with improving his pronunciation in Gobbledygook. 

Amit: *holding your hand while you are sitting under a tree, gazing at the Great Lake* “Remember that you once told me about Garnuff and Biscuit?”

You: *rolling your eyes* “How could I forget? It was not easy to save Biscuit and the other Mooncalves from the poachers. I had to free the poor beasts from the cage they were being held in by using Alohomora, but somehow the lock didn’t react to the spell. It took me multiple tries until I got it right.”

Amit: “Would you mind introducing me to Garnuff? I would like to improve my Gobbledygook.”

You: *kissing him on the cheek* “Not at all.” 

His parents love you, and they are already planning your wedding, although you and Amit are not thinking about that at all. Not yet, that is. 

Poppy Sweeting

Poppy is very serious when it comes to relationships. She does not take them lightly and intends to show her true self to her romantic partner. 

Poppy: *looking seriously at you after you confessed to her* "I like you, too. But if we are going to do this, then it is all or nothing."

Poppy grew up in a company of poachers because her parents were part of said company. Early on, she realized that the harm her parents caused the magical beasts was immoral. She has a strong sense of what is wrong and what is right. Since she could never identify with the lifestyle of her parents, she has always felt like an outsider. That is partly the case because she has a strong personality and despises the thought of altering herself just to be liked. Also, her past caused her to be more emotionally mature than her peers.

You: "Poppy, maybe you should go to Hogsmeade with the others. They invited you, after all. You might make new friends."

Poppy: "I don't want to go. I have seen how Violet McDowell and Grace Pinch-Smedly sneer at other people behind their backs. They just need someone to look down upon so they feel better. At least I have enough self-confidence to define my worth solely by my standards and virtues."

You: *sighing, knowing that she is right* "A butterbeer with Highwing in the Room of Requirement it is, then."

Once she realizes she can show her true colors around you without having to be afraid of being judged or shunned, she becomes the embodiment of THE loyal Hufflepuff. She always has your back, no matter what. Also, she is so wholesome! Together, you spend a lot of your time in your Vivarium, where she is so busy with the beasts that she sometimes forgets you are there. But you are just happy to see her smiling, uninhibited and free. 

*You and Poppy are spending time in the Vivarium*

Poppy: *looking in your direction and running towards you* "Oh, you are so cute!"

You: *your ears turn red and you bashfully open your arms for a hug*

Poppy: *rushes past you*

You: *turning around confused, only to see Poppy hugging the Irondale Thief, a Niffler, who sticks out his tongue at you, smiling smugly*

Poppy does not mind public displays of affection, but kissing in front of others is as far as she would go. Make-out sessions are reserved for more private locations. Her love language is being attentive to you. She makes sure you eat enough and listens earnestly when something is weighing heavily on you. 

Poppy: *seeing that you are unfocused in Charms* "Hey, what is wrong?"

You: "I have been thinking about Professor Fig lately. I miss him."

Poppy: "I see. How about we eat something after class and talk about your grief?"

You: *kissing her when Professor Hecat is not looking* "Sounds perfect."

Poppy is your little ray of sunshine, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Her grandma adores you and writes you letters, too. Occasionally, she sends you sweets or practical stuff like woolen gloves/scarves. Basically, anything that keeps you warm during the colder months. 

[crimsonedquill]

Could you do some headcannons for when they are jealous and things get… interesting? (Gender-neutral MC) If your not comfortable I completely understand, and I hope you have a wonderful day/night!

How they take out their jealousy on you (Hogwarts Legacy)

I'll be the first to admit that smutty HCs are my guilty pleasure, so don't worry, we're good 😅

Tried to make this as gender-neutral as possible, though you know how it is, things always get grey area-ish when certain... body parts are involved. Anyway, hope it meets your request (which I very much enjoyed writing! 🖤)

Content warning: NSFW (18+). Unfiltered smut.

Poppy Sweeting 🦡

Even though you’ve been dating for a while, she still feels that hot sting of insecurity whenever she catches someone leering at you, knowing very well that you could have anyone you want (at the very least certainly better than her)

That said, she usually isn’t very upfront with her emotions, which is why you’re more than a little surprised to hear her request the next time things get hot and heavy between you two

“Could I… be on top this time?” she asks when she withdraws her tongue from your mouth, looking at you with an expression that immediately causes a rush of heat between your legs

You gladly indulge her, if only to see where this newfound confidence is coming from. Hardly any time is wasted in shedding your clothes, and soon she’s mounting you, leaving a trail of slick arousal on your leg as she moves up your thigh

Her movements are sloppy and her rhythm is showing a rather clear lack of experience, though you find yourself hardly in any position to care as she moves atop you with a ferocity so… dominant, using both of your bodies to maximize your shared pleasure

There are hardly any words to describe how she’s feeling. She’s so… in control, never breaking eye contact as she moulds you into a moaning shaking mess

She doesn’t look away even when you finish, wanting to see you come undone before her own climax has her falling apart on top of you

You’re too tired to talk about what happened afterwards, but she doesn’t need to. Softly wrapping herself in your arms, she smiles as she knows that you belong to each other.

Ominis Gaunt 🐍

He hears the way you talk to that Ravenclaw during Astronomy. It’s innocent, but not quite subtle enough to mask the flirtations and suggestive hints

Of course, it doesn’t take long for you to notice something’s wrong when he starts acting all petty, ignoring you and asking whether you’d rather not spend time with “them” instead

The only way to get to him when is being like this is to get right in his face, so that’s exactly what you do, confronting him in a bathroom after classes

There’s a lot of shouting. He reacts to you, you react to him, and within moments you’re exchanging every accusation and insult you can possibly think of

You don’t know whether you’re simply not thinking straight because of your anger or whether it’s the fact that you’re both hot and bothered, but without really giving it any thought you stride over to him, asking him if it’s the insecurity about his own cock that makes him act like a petulant little child (gripping the front of his trousers for emphasis)

That’s all the encouragement he needs. Within moments, he has you on your knees and forces himself between your lips, holding your head as a low, guttural grunt passes through his gritted teeth

He usually takes it slow with you, but this is no time for softness. He grips your hair as he thrusts into your mouth, hissing at you to take it all like the filthy little cunt you are

His release is hot and sudden, leaving you eager to swallow all of him as he braces himself against the wall, moaning your name with a lust that makes you easily forget any ill words spoken between you

After you clean up and leave the bathroom holding hands, you share a kiss and promise each other that you will employ make-up sex as a solution to arguments more often from now on.

Natsai Onai 🦁

You remember well the first time you got a taste of Natty’s particular brand of jealousy. You both felt confident enough to take things a step further after your first couple of dates, and you had been so bold as to conjure a bedroom in your Room of Requirement, having a clear sense of where that night’s events would lead

As soon as your bodies hit the sheets, however, it became clear that whatever control you thought you held was but a figment of your imagination

You feel the ties around your wrists as her lips pull away, a slightly taunting grin masking the absolute excitement she feels at having the so-called hero of Hogwarts right at her fingertips, away from all the flirty looks and comments

She makes a show of stripping out of her clothes, cautioning that she wants your eyes only on her tonight. You ache to touch her, to explore every lovely naked curve, but there’s no use fighting the tight straps

Natty, on the other hand, has your entire body at your disposal. She relishes the control, placing open-mouthed kisses on every bare inch, every single one leaving you just a bit more unravelling than the last

Eventually, she moves her fingers in place to where your excitement is most palpable, the warm throbbing betraying your need

You gasp and twist and plead for her to release you as she gets to work, but she rebuffs every single one of your attempts, enjoying the hold she has on you far too much to let you go so easily

By the time you are falling apart, she instructs you to look her in the eye as she asks who you belong to

“You!” you cry out, and finally she allows you your release, smiling as you shake and quiver until she crawls up to you, placing a wet kiss on your lips before she makes the straps disappear with a flick of her fingers.

Sebastian Sallow 🐍

Of course Possessive Slytherin Bad Boy™ gets jealous easily. It doesn’t take much other than you exchanging a simple look with someone else in the corridors for him to get all clingy and needy.

What many don’t realise is that you love this little part of your relationship. Driving him to the edge with subtle looks and flirtations turns you on more than anything, mostly because it’s always a surprise how far you can push him each time

One time, when you’re taking things a bit too far, you end up having a bit of an argument. It’s not anything serious, but you’re still a bit surprised when he storms you, grabbing the front of your robe as he pushes you against the drawer

“It seems that you need a little reminder,” he snarls before his lips violently crash into yours, robbing you of your breath

You try to get a word in, but he makes perfectly clear there are no words to be said. You gasp in surprise as he turns you around and bends you over the drawer, yanking your trousers and underwear down before you have a clear sense of what’s happening

“Sebastian…” you mutter, but your comment is drawn out by a cry as his palm meets your flesh in a firm strike, your apparent shock met by a content growl

It doesn’t take long for him to drop his trousers and enter you, your hands clamping down on the wooden panelling as you feel him stretching you, biting down on your lip to keep yourself from crying out in unrestrained lust

There’s no love here, no soft passion. It’s raw, primal fucking, and it has you utterly falling apart at the seams

His hand finds its way to your throat as his teeth graze your ear. “You’re mine,” he grunts, and you hardly find yourself in any position to disagree as the feeling of his throbbing inside you rips away any rational thought

His climax is announced by a loud groan, and you find it difficult not to pass out as he claims you as his own.

You’re his, and you’ll gladly be reminded of that.

Imelda Reyes 🐍

It’s not exactly out of character for her to get pissy, but this training session is different. You’re not playing any worse than the others, though you still find yourself on the receiving end of most of her criticism and outbursts, to the point where you decide to confront her afterwards

She’s just getting out of the shower by the time you enter. Her athletic frame wrapped in a white towel, she gives you the stinky eye and asks what the fuck you want

As always, you’re naive enough to try to approach things rationally at first, though it’s clear enough that she doesn’t want to see reason. Only after much meandering (and a lot of creative insults) you get a sense of what this is all about.

You assure her that you care only for her, but she doesn’t believe it. You ask what it would take to convince her. After a few seconds of contemplation, she drops her towel.

Understanding the hint, you move in place on the floor and press your tongue against her folds, the overwhelming taste of her arousal confirming to you that she probably had this in mind from the moment you walked in

You gently fuck her open, using the tip of your tongue to spread her wetness around her lips. She gasps and grabs your head, egging you on with whispered curses and light taunts

But you know how she likes it, and you’re determined to erase every shadow of a doubt from her mind. So you begin ferociously probing her, your hands sneaking around and your nails burying themselves into her arse as she begins whining and pushing your face further into her cunt in a desperate attempt to drive you deeper

You soon have her barrelling towards her orgasm, and she comes with a scream, her juices coating your lips as her knees buckle, her convulsing body only held up by the power of your jaw

As soon as she’s able to walk, you get up and ask if she’s convinced. She only casts you a mischievous smile, telling you that she might need a little more persuasion – her bed, tonight.

Amit Thakkar 🦅

Jealousy works a little differently with Amit. It’s not that he gets mad – his insecurities do, however, translate to performance issues in bed.

After ten minutes of kissing and ‘fondling’ like he’s never touched another human body before, you pull back to ask what’s wrong. It’s only after a lot of effort that he manages to find the courage to confess to you, telling you about his lack of confidence in his ability to please

You’re a bit surprised to find out that he feels this way, but it doesn’t change the way you feel about him. Taking one of his hands into yours, you tell him to follow your lead, gently catching his lips with your own

You take the time to put him at ease as you progress slowly, only relieving yourself of your trousers and undergarments so as to not make things too complicated

He gasps as your fingers close around his length, though he doesn’t pull away, the presence of a steady throbbing signalling to you just how eager he is despite his fears

Stroke by stroke, you feel him growing in your hand, and you gently take his hand to guide him towards your own centre, softly kissing his neck to ease any worry he might feel

He’s clumsy and it doesn’t really feel like he knows what he’s doing, but gradually you both work yourself into a steady rhythm, your breaths meeting in quick gasps as wet sounds fill the room

He’s the first to cum, but he manages to surprise you by working you to your own orgasm soon after, a strained whimper heralding your release as you spill all over his hand

After cleaning yourselves up, you settle against his shoulder and ask about his feelings. He admits to still being afraid, though he knows that with you he doesn’t have to be. You end up kissing and falling asleep in each other’s arms.

Garreth Weasley 🦁

He’s particularly whiny about seeing you flirting with other students. He constantly follows you around, pestering you with stupid questions as you try to work on your potions or practice your charms.

Eventually, you get so fed up with him that you back him into a corner between classes. You take a good few minutes to cuss him out and ask what the fuck his problem is

Poor boy doesn’t know what’s happening to him. He grows red in the face and tries to utter a sensible response, but all that comes out of his mouth is rambling.

His embarrassment, though, is nothing compared to the shock when you suddenly seize hold of the small bulge in his trousers, a wicked grin spreading on your face

He gasps as you work yourself into the fabric, earning a chuckle from you as he instantly grows hard in your hand

The words feel hot to his ear as soft fingers begin to massage his length: Does my Garreth feel insecure? Is my poor boy worried that someone else will steal me?

He braces against the wall, groaning as you pump him mercilessly. You smile and decide to let him in on a little secret: I’m addicted to this hard, beautiful cock of yours. You can have me whenever you want, whenever you like. All you need to promise is to stuff me, to stretch me until I’m swoll with your cum –

He cums hard. You watch him unravel before withdrawing and making a show of cleaning him off your fingers.

You leave him with a lack of breath and a giant mess to clean up. That should be enough punishment for daring to question your loyalty to him.

[slytherinsprincesss]

Poppy: I’ve always wanted a pet.

MC: Poppy, you do realize you can’t keep it, right?

Poppy: But MC, he’s so cute. Why can’t I keep him?

MC: Poppy… it’s a dragon. We cannot keep a DRAGON.

[feathersandfairytales]

Hogwarts Legacy - When they ask you out

Hi! I'm FelixShii, but you can just call me Felix. This is my first time posting anything on Tumblr, so please be gentle! I've had severe Hogwarts Legacy brainrot lately, so here's just a cute little preference for the main 3 companions + Ominis because I love him. I'm open for requests and ideas if you'd like to throw them my way! For now I'm just writing for these 4, but I'll probably be happy to write for some teachers and other students eventually. I can do fics, imagines, oneshots- pretty much anything. I hope you enjoy reading, and since I'm new here, don't be afraid to come and say hi! 💕

Very slight angst in Ominis' section- squint and you'll miss it, though. Reader is gender neutral and can fit into any house in all my works, unless explicitly stated otherwise. They are implied to be muggleborn in Ominis' section, though.

Sebastian Sallow

• On the outside, Sebastian would be just as charming and confident as ever, if not a little more skittish.

• Once out of your view though, Sebastian would stay up late many nights, pondering and overthinking. Dreams of you, anxious thoughts that his feelings would be one-sided.

• Eventually, it was actually Ominis who pushed Sebastian to confess his feelings to you. He told Sebastian it was because he was 'tired of hearing him shake and rock in his bed like a scared puffskein.' Sebastian knew it was really because Ominis wanted him to be happy.

• He'd ask you out to Hogsmeade by owl, inviting you for a butterbeer. Just the two of you.

•He'd start by talking about something mundane- deulling or classes, but you suspected something was up when he was fumbling over his words.

• When you asked him if he was feeling alright, it was like a dam broke. Strings of almost incoherent sentences spewed from his mouth, and he was blushing like a fool.

• Even with him bumbling like an idiot and as red as a beet, you got the message- and the two of you left The Three Broomsticks hand in hand, with lovestruck looks on your faces.

• With his earlier jumpy behaviour you'd expected something to be up with him, anyway- so him asking you out was only a little surprising.

• You hadn't however, expected Sebastian to lean in and kiss away the butterbeer froth from the top of your lip.

• He of course, only smirked at you smugly, pulling you back to the castle by your hand so you weren't late for class. If you were, he'd take the fall for you.

Ominis Gaunt

• At first Ominis really tries to deny his feelings.

• But he can't help the fact that his heart speeds up or his thoughts get cloudy around you.

• When he realises just how down bad for you he is, he pushes you away. Shuts you out. He didn't want you to get hurt. But, he makes sure to use his connections around the castle even if he's not with you- to make sure you're taking care of yourself.

• He knew what the Gaunts would do to a muggleborn like you if they knew he was romantically involved with you.

• You're really confused and hurt when he starts avoiding you in and outside of classes, and Sebastian is just as oblivious to the situation as you.

• One night you enter the undercroft to do some studying, as it's damp quiet was better than the beast chatter and cauldron bubbling of the room of requirement.

• You stop in your tracks when you hear quiet whining, spotting the crumpled heap that was Ominis Gaunt in the corner.

• He hadn't heard you, judging by how high he jumped in fear when you approached him.

• It takes a lot of coaxing and patience to get it out of him, but he eventually tells you what's going on and why he'd been avoiding you.

• All you can do is pull him closer to you, placing a kiss on his forehead and smiling softly. Of course your safety was his top priority. What a sweetheart. You inform him that his feelings for you are not unrequited, to which he responds by smiling brightly at you, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

Natsai Onai

• Natsai, being the brave and confident Gryffindor she is, isn't at all shy or embarrassed around you.

• Even with her feelings for you making her palms sweat and her heart race, she is just as friendly and happy around you as she normally would be.

• Actually confides in her mother for advice- not that she's nervous, she just wanted a second opinion on what to do.

• Her mother tries to read her palms, look at tea leaves and all other manner of odd divination tricks to try and help her.

• Natty knows her mother means well, but she wasn't exactly being helpful with any of this.

• So, after a moment of thinking, Natsai decides she doesn't need theatrics, she'll just ask you out when she wants to.

• So, the next morning at breakfast, Natty promptly sits down next to you at your table and beams brightly.

• Her confidence doesn't falter as she confesses her feelings to you while simultaneously piling her plate with food.

• You're just sat there, stunned at her straightforward nature. But, it makes sense- Natty is a Gryffindor after all.

• It takes you a moment to shake out of your surprise, but you eventually return her wide grin, only able to nod your head yes as she asks you to be her partner.

Poppy Sweeting

• Poppy is naturally a somewhat shy, timid and skittish girl, as most who knew her already knew.

• That is only amplified tenfold when she's around you

• You had caught her staring in your direction a few times in class, and she'd always let out a small squeak of surprise and look away, quickly hiding her rapidly reddening face.

• Every time you've tried to approach her about it, she'd practically ran away, spewing a quick excuse. You were starting to think something was wrong. Had you done something?

• One day to your surprise, Poppy stops you in front of your common room, her head down and something in her hands.

• She shoves it to you wordlessly before retreating quickly, her face bright red.

• Inside your palm is a note. Hand-written on parchment. You notice that most of the sentences are scratched out. The only readable part was the bottom. 'Meet me at the black lake, 9pm.'

• Upon arriving at the requested time, you spot a group of lacewing flies illuminating the lake. More importantly, you notice poppy sitting at the waters edge, fidgeting with something in her hand.

• She tries to act calmly upon noticing you've arrived, but her red face gives her away. She hands you the object in her hand. A pheonix feather- you gasp. It must have been hard for her to get this.

• You notice her breath is coming out in cold puffs, and wordlessly offer her your house scarf, which she wraps herself up in. You knew she was far too shy to say anything herself, so you just laughed quietly and told her that you liked her too. The two of you sat huddled together by the lake for so long that Poppy fell asleep on your shoulder.

[cuffmeinblack]

Could I request a F!MC x Poppy Sweeting one shot where it’s Poppy’s first time and she is practically begging for MC to do unsavoury things to her

My first foray into F/F smut 🫣 I thought it would be Imelda but here we are. Nothing says romance like spider guts.

Sweet on Sweeting

Poppy Sweeting x f!reader

18+, Smut

You crouched down at the fence to the Kneazle pen and held out your hand, your palm full of food. You were promptly being slobbered on by no less than three eager beasts and you giggled at the ticklish lapping of their rough tongues. Poppy was busy in the pen with the smallest Kneazle on her lap, stroking its fur and singing it a song, and you couldn't help but smile at the sweet scene in front of you. Unfortunately not all of your classmates were as enamoured with Poppy Sweeting as you, and the cruel sniggering punctuated your peaceful adoration, causing a deep frown to cross your face. 

"What does she think she's doing, singing to the bloody thing?"

You whipped your head around to face the speaker, the slimy Ravenclaw boy you'd barely bothered to talk to. His cronies were laughing along as he caught your stare and looked you up and down. You'd earned a reputation at Hogwarts already—escaping a dragon, battling a troll, and had done nothing to dispel the rumours that you'd been seen outside the castle clearing poacher camps, leaving no survivors. The Ravenclaw's stare faltered at your impenetrable gaze and you flexed your fingers, hovering over your wand. He flinched, nodded to his friends and walked away as you gave a small smirk at the back of his head.

"Thank you," a voice said beside you.

Poppy was standing on the other side of the fence, clutching the small Kneazle in her arms with a shy smile on her face. She stood a whole head shorter than you so she looked up at you through her eyelashes, her dark brown eyes meeting yours and setting your pulse racing. You'd tried not to pay much attention to the feeling when you looked at her, being far too busy to dwell on such things, but it was times like these that you found it hard to tear yourself away.

"You're welcome, Poppy. Bunch of idiots."

Poppy shrugged. "Not everyone understands beasts, like we do."

That much was true, you doubted the Ravenclaw goon could have managed to approach Highwing without getting his eyes pecked out. You regarded Poppy, who was staring at you with glittering eyes and you felt a blush creep onto your cheeks as she tucked her short brunette hair behind her ears. Was she…flirting? 

"Thank you class, that will be all for today," barked Professor Howin.

You looked around to your teacher who was busying herself packing away the brushes and food containers and by the time you looked back to find Poppy she had disappeared. You caught sight of her small frame wandering off in completely the wrong direction for the castle, wondering where she could be off to. She glanced furtively over her shoulder, not catching sight of you, and pulled her wand out as you frowned at her suspicious behaviour. What was she up to? Something in you, whether it was curiosity or protectiveness, made you follow her—she'd had her fair share of scrapes over the years and you were impressed with how she handled herself, but you thought she'd left her reckless behaviour behind in fifth year.

You followed behind her for quite a while, staying far enough back to remain out of earshot and covered by a disillusionment charm. Poppy didn't stop once, her short legs moving as quick as they could towards the Forbidden Forest—as soon as she turned into the treeline, you knew you'd been justified in your worry. She broke into a run as you passed a small campfire, long extinguished, and you briefly lost sight of her, frantically trying to listen for her footfalls or any sign of disturbance.

After a few more minutes of pacing, you heard the unmistakable sound of combat—the rustling, groaning and wandfire erupting from the densely packed vegetation. You broke into a spirit towards the sound to see Poppy face to face with a monstrous spider, staring down the length of her wand at its many eyes.

"Stupefy!"

The spell only slowed the spider as it continued its advance, it's legs flailing wildly as Poppy threw up a shield charm.

"Confringo!" you yelled, as the flame erupted from your wand and struck the hairy beast full on its body, setting it aflame as it collapsed on the floor.

“Merlin’s beard Poppy, are you okay?” you said, running to her.

“I had it under control,” she panted, an angry frown painted on her usually soft face.

“Clearly,” you said, staring at the gruesome spider lying dead on the forest floor.

Poppy was standing over the body, breathing heavily and covered in blood, hopefully all of which belonged to the beast. You approached her as she watched you with dark eyes, briefly flicking over your body with what looked like…lust? You’d seen it before, reflected in the eyes of various lovers, but it was completely alien and almost shocking to see in Poppy. You reached a tentative hand to her face to wipe off the blood and she winced as your finger grazed a very real cut on her cheekbone.

“You should get that looked at,” you whispered, your hand lingering on her jaw.

“Later,” she said, turning her head to kiss your bloody hand, running her tongue along your thumb.

You gasped at the unexpected contact as you watched her taste her blood and give you a wicked grin, stirring something inside you to elicit a barely intelligible moan from your lips. An ache had settled between your legs as you regarded her, watching her tongue and bloodied lips brush your finger until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Poppy…,” you whispered, snaking your hand around the back of her neck and pulling her towards you.

She tilted her head eagerly to meet your lips, and you didn’t care much about the blood that transferred to you as you kissed her, or the metallic tang you tasted as your tongue flicked over her mouth as she whimpered against you. Your free hand pulled her delicate waist closer towards you until you were pressed together, her hands finding your head to lace her fingers through your now messy hair. The smaller girl moulded herself against you, her kisses growing more urgent as you attempted to guide her backwards away from the bloodied spider corpse on the ground next to you. You stumbled back against a large tree, pinning Poppy against the cold bark as she gasped and broke the kiss, looking back at you with hungry eyes.

Her hands fumbled with the clasp on your cloak but you swatted her hand away, muttering that it was too cold for that, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t somewhat loosen your underclothes. You pulled her shirt from her waistband and glided your hands underneath the fabric as she shivered against your freezing cold fingers. Her nipples were hard, whether from the cold or arousal you couldn’t say, but she responded eagerly to the pressure you applied, teasing the hard peak between your thumb and forefinger whilst your other hand cupped her small breast and muttered into her mouth.

“Is this what you want?”

“Mmmph, yes. But I want more,” she gasped.

“Oh? What else?”

“Touch me, please. I've never…I want it to be you.”

Her hands were wandering over your shirt, shaky and unsure but clearly wanting to feel what was underneath.

“I am touching you, Poppy. You’ll have to be more specific,” you purred into her ear.

“Between my legs,” she sighed. “I’m so wet, please.”

You smirked at her whimpering and begging eyes as you hitched up her skirt to roughly pull down her underwear, dropping them on the leaf-strewn floor leaving her bare except her knee-high socks. You bit your lip as you slid your hand between her warm thighs, finding that she was being truthful, she was absolutely soaking wet. She let out another high pitched whine as you gently parted her swollen lips with your fingers, finding her sensitive nub and running your middle finger over it agonisingly slowly, watching her squirm against you.

“Is that what you meant?”

“Yes, please, don’t stop.”

Her remaining composure crumbled as you began stroking tiny circles against her clit, her back arching against the palm still pressed against her breast. Her pink lips parted, expelling filthy sounds from her mouth.

“Poppy, I didn’t know you had such a dirty mouth,” you teased, before kissing her neck, splattered with blood and sweat mingled with her usual sweet scent.

You could feel her legs shaking as she ground her hips against your hand, her fingers now tugging painfully at your hair. You could tell she was already close, but you didn’t want it to end so soon—you were having far too much fun watching her pleading eyes and listening to her muttered expletives and whines. Your lips dragged along her neck to her jaw, kissing along to her bottom lip which you drew into your mouth with your teeth as you removed your hand. The look on her face was one of utter betrayal and desperate frustration as you pulled back from her with a grin.

"Don't stop, why did you stop?" her temper had returned and you gave a small chuckle at her indignation.

“Lay on the ground,” you said, standing to watch her reaction.

She did as you'd asked, tucking her cloak underneath her as she sat, her skirt already hitched up, exposing her pale thighs. 

"What would you like me to do now, Sweeting?"

She knew you were teasing, but played right along with a smile.

"I'd like you to pleasure me, with your mouth," she said innocently, a slight shake in her voice.

You smirked at her nervous arousal and knelt on the cold, slightly damp ground, running your hands up her socks from her ankles. She gasped as your fingers glided over her bare skin above her knees, further pushing her skirt around her waist. 

"Lie back and tilt your hips a little," you said.

She did as you asked and you ran your fingers between her legs, along the soft smattering of brown hair above her lips, grazing her swollen nub until you found her entrance. You slid a finger inside her, then another—she was wet and warm but her tightness betrayed her innocence. She moaned and wriggled at your touch as you practically salivated at the sight of her, dipping your head to bury your mouth against her sensitive spot. 

"Ohh, oh yes," she gasped as your tongue began licking her clit, swirling and flicking the tiny nub as your fingers curled inside her.

You let out a pleasurable moan as your own arousal built, wriggling your hips to get some sort of friction against your trousers, but her sweet gasps were too much to bear for your mounting frustration. You needed your other arm to support your weight in the bent position you were in, and you inwardly cursed at the painful ache between your legs as you continued to see to Poppy.

"Please don't stop," she whined, clearly sensing your distraction.

You felt her legs and hips shaking as she approached her climax, doing nothing to change your tempo you waited, as her moans grew louder and more erratic. With a sharp inhalation of breath, you felt her walls contract around your fingers as she reached her orgasm, her hands pulling on your hair and thighs tightening around your head. Gasping, she pulled your head away from her overly sensitive clit and lay back on the ground to catch her breath as you shuffled to your knees to watch her.

Her cheeks were heavily flushed and hair mussed with leaves caught in the fine strands. You smiled at her dishevelled appearance, finally removing your fingers from her, now dripping in her arousal, sending your head spinning.

"Fuck," you muttered, roughly pulling at your trousers and shoving them down around your thighs, desperate for your own release.

You used the fingers that had been only moments before pleasuring the girl in front of you to touch yourself, her wetness mingling with your own as you circled your painfully swollen clit. Poppy was propped in her hands watching you, her mouth parted and brown eyes lingering on your frantically moving hand.

"Fuck," you gasped.

Your desperation clearly spurred Poppy into action as she came to your side, pushing your hand away and replacing it with her own, mimicking the movements you'd been performing on yourself. You ran a hand through her hair and licked her soft lips, her tongue meeting yours in a feverish kiss as you felt the pull in your abdomen, the dizzy peak before you exploded, the pleasurable waves pulsing through your body. You grasped Poppy's hand to still her movements as you rode out your orgasm, clutching her neck and gasping into her mouth before slumping down on the ground with a relieved groan.

"Thank you, for that," Poppy smiled shyly.

"My pleasure. Can we maybe move away from the spider corpse now?" you said with a smile.

[acciomorningstar]

First Kiss (Poppy Sweeting x Reader)

I DID IT AGAIN!

This one was inspired by this particular post from the amazing @lotterpotter. Honestly, the image of Poppy standing on her tippy toes to kiss you was what did it for me <3

SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO:

Poppy would often think about you.

It wasn’t really hard to see why, of course; in many ways you were the best thing that ever happened to her. Before she met you, she would have never even dared to think of herself as brave – and the truth was that she often still didn’t. Sure, she stood up to poachers and others who meant harm to magical creatures, but dealing with the challenges of social life at a wizarding school was a different ballgame entirely. It was why she would mostly stay quiet when a teacher posed a question to the class; why she preferred the company of Puffskeins and Nifflers over that of her classmates. Obscurity had always been more of a second home than anything to the timid Hufflepuff.

Not so much with you. She couldn’t exactly put her finger on it, but she knew something was different about you from the moment you defended her during your first Beasts class together. While talking to others would quickly cause her to stumble over her words and lose her train of thought, talking to you felt as natural as breathing. She never felt scared to be open with you, to be her full dorky self, ranting about the mating habits of Mooncalves and the best way to feed Bowtruckles and other beast trivia that was always sure to get a chuckle out of you. In fact, sometimes she would go the extra mile trying to make you laugh as she enjoyed the warm fuzzy glow it would cause in her stomach. She would feel it every time you smiled at her, or paid her a compliment, or laughed at the way she cavorted around in the Diricawl pen trying to catch one of the darned things. It gave her this otherworldly sense of strength – almost a kind of mystical magic in itself – as if there was nothing to be afraid about and she could achieve anything she set her mind to.

Poppy would sometimes surprise herself with how bold she dared to be with you around… like that time you first held hands. You were walking back to the castle after Beasts class and without any plans or warning she suddenly felt her soft palm meeting yours, fingers tenderly locking in a tight embrace. She had looked up to you with glowing cheeks, wondering if she had crossed a line, wondering what you would say – but you merely smiled down on her while squeezing her small hand. Again, she would feel butterflies in her stomach, the soft warmth spreading inside her like a warm glass of butterbeer.

Naturally, Poppy wanted more. She may have had little experience in the whole relationship department, but it wasn’t like she was completely oblivious to all the signs, and the sight of the couples being affectionate with each other in the corridors often left her with a sting of jealously she wasn’t quite familiar with.

The only issue was that you had not made a single effort to make a move yet. She had some idea as to why; after all, it wasn’t like you weren’t actively finding excuses to spend time with her all the time, or wouldn’t sometimes walk her to class to scare away any malevolent classmates with funny ideas. It was not like you weren’t interested in her, but you obviously respected her enough to give her the chance to make the first move. She did appreciate the chivalry, if only the pressure wasn’t so utterly terrifying. It obviously couldn’t happen with people around, and yet in the moments you spent alone together she could barely bring herself to look you in the eye for too long, much less kiss you.

Which didn’t mean she wasn’t often fantasising about it. Sometimes she would picture it in her mind, lying in bed while staring up to the yellow curtains; what your lips would taste like, what it would be like to kiss you in the pale moonlight, or over a pretty flower patch in the Forbidden Forest. This in turn would often only make her feel worse, of course. She knew for a fact that any first kiss she would ever give you – meaning, in the unlikely scenario that she would ever find the courage – was almost sure to be a big disappointment.

To distract her thoughts, she decided to go out on a warm spring day to help professor Howin with the beasts, but when she arrived at the pens she found a surprise waiting for her. You rose up from your spot at one of the troughs to wipe the sweat off your forehead, smiling when you saw her.

“H-hello,” Poppy greeted timidly, “I wasn’t expecting you to be here –”

You gestured to the wooden hut. “I had some free time and I figured professor Howin could use some help with the Kneazles. Maybe you could lend a hand now that you’re here? They tend to get a bit jumpy when I approach them alone.”

Poppy nodded, instantly reverting to her usual professional attitude when it came to beasts. In fact, chasing after magical cats with you seemed to be just the distraction she needed, as within moments you were both covered in dirt and laughing at each other’s disheveled looks.

“You look pretty even with that brown stripe on your nose,” you teased.

“Oh, shut up you,” she mumbled, her cheeks visibly reddening under the thin layer of dust as she nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

And just as you walked over to one of the Kneazles armed with a brush, she knew what needed to be done. She hurried over to you, causing you to stop in your tracks with a surprised expression on your face. You were significantly taller than her, so she had to stand on her toes to reach your face and press her lips to yours. When she did, time seemed to stop. She felt both excited and petrified; electric currents were running through every fibre of her body, and she had absolutely no clue what to do with her hands. But she had made the leap, and you were there to catch her. You gently cupped her cheek with one hand, thumb leaving a trace of dirt as it brushed over her cheekbone, and held her hand with your other, squeezing it tightly to encourage it to stop shaking. Endless minutes seemed to pass and when you finally pulled apart, she just looked at you, face burning as she tried to string together a coherent sentence, to find the words to describe her feelings. Her attempt was somewhat complicated by the loud purring of one of the Kneazles which was brushing against her leg.

You just laughed, and kissed her again.

[s1r3ns-c4ll]

Hey siren, so just finished your Poppy fic and I loved it so if it's not too much trouble.

Could you do one with Poppy again where her parents order their crew members capture her on sight and deliver her to them.

Summary : she went on a poacher camp alone and ended up.... ya know

And so FEM mc goes and saves her I need some hurt/comfort in my life.

If any of this makes you uncomfortable at any point feel free to delete this req. Although I did read your guidelines for the request I apologize if you said something about this topic and it slipped my mind

Anyway thank you and have a nice day :)

Find Her (Poppy Sweeting x F!Reader)

Hi! Thank you so much for being my first request! And sorry it took a while! I had a bit of writer's block, but I think this turned out pretty good! Hope you like it! Paring: Poppy x F!Reader Warnings: Implied kidnapping, canon-typical violence. Reader went off in this one. Summary: Poppy had been gone for hours at this point, and you were worried. Natty came with news on the topic, and you were going to find her, no matter what. Word count: 1725 words

This was not how this adventure was supposed to go.

I mean, this wasn’t the first time she’s gone out and saved a few beasts from poachers. Poppy was small, yes, but she could handle her own perfectly fine. 

And she was! She unlocked the cages, setting free a group of mooncalves and a young hippogriff. The Hufflepuff watched as the beasts made their escape and watched as they passed the trees into the forest. 

Poppy began to step backwards, getting ready to head back to Hogwarts, but was interrupted by the swirling of colors that surrounded her, revealing a number of poachers. Very dangerous, very powerful poachers.

Oh no..

“Aye, mate… Ain’t it our lucky day?” She could hear the grin on the poacher’s face, hell, she could see the smile behind their masks. Poppy readied her wand and shoved down any anxiety she felt. She could unpack all of that later.

“It really is! An’ here we thought it couldn’t get any better. The bosses are gonna love this..”

“Time to bring their daughter home.”

Poppy faltered.

Oh.. Oh no.

~~~

You were worried.

And angry, and anxious, and so much more. 

It made you feel bad for the possible worry you’ve put your girlfriend through. Because here you are now, playing the role of ‘worried girlfriend’ and you’re about a half a second away from getting on to Highwing and soaring through the skies to find her (and you still might do that either way.)

You found yourself pacing through the Transfiguration courtyard. Imelda and Sebastian stood across from you while Ominis sat by the fountain. Each of them attempted.. In their own ways, to console you.

“I’m sure she’s alright.”

“Imelda, it’s been hours!” You threw your hands up before you ran them through your hair, mussing

“Sweeting’s capable. Even if she’s got herself into a poor situation, she'll be strong enough to survive until we get there, and you save her like her knight in shining armor.” She shrugged. Imelda’s nonchalance both calmed you, but also exasperated you to no end.

Sebastian raised a brow at Imelda. “You sing fairly high praises there, Melly, I thought you didn’t like her.”

“I don’t. I just know when people are impressive. And don’t call me Melly, you oaf!”

“Right..” You managed a chuckle hearing the banter, and the two slytherin smirked triumphantly. The moment didn’t last, though. The relief left just as soon as it came as you watched Natty run over to you and the others, a look of concern on her face.

“My friends! I have news!” The Ugandan looked to you, and that anxiety you had felt before rose considerably

“I hid behind the cover of the trees, and heard a group of poachers talking about a girl they had taken to their base, east of Hogwarts.. They mentioned their leaders being happy with the- Wait-!”

You didn’t need to hear the rest of her sentence, not wanting to waste time that could be used to get to Poppy. Wordlessly, You pulled out the Nab-sack Deek gave you and released Highwing in the middle of the courtyard. You got on her back with practised ease, and she flew up into the skies under your command, guiding her east to where Natty mentioned, ignoring the protests of your companions. You needed to save your girlfriend, after all.

~~~

“That idiot! She left us in the dust!”

“I’m as annoyed as you are, Imelda, but you best follow her while she’s still within sight.” Ominis stood up and turned his head to where he assumed the other three were, who were still slightly shocked at the speed you had taken off.

“Did you three not hear me? Get your brooms and go!”

Natty was the first to shake out of their surprise, and ran to follow Ominis’ words. Imelda followed closely, but not without having to run back and grab Sebastian by the cloak as well.

“I’m surrounded by idiots, I swear..”

~~~

Poppy was scared.

She hated to admit it, but she was. Her parents stood a few feet away from her. They bickered quietly. About what, she wasn’t sure. Her main focus at that moment was to keep her panic down. You were coming to get her. She knew you were. You were her strong, brave, and immensely wonderful girlfriend. You’ll find her.

Her nerves calmed at the thought of you. That’s right. It’s you. You saved hogsmeade from a troll. You saved Highwing along with Natty from Falbarton Castle.

It’ll be okay..

Crashes and hurried screams made her jump from her thoughts. Yells of protest, magic flying through the air filled the background noise. Her parents started grabbing multiple things and stuffed them into bags as she looked around hastily- until she could faintly make out a voice.

“Where is she!?”

Poppy smiled. 

You found her.

~~~

Explosions, crashing, screaming.. Chaos filled your ears as you and your friends burst into the base, caution thrown into the wind in lieu of your rage. You casted confringo on an unsuspecting poacher, and magically threw an explosive barrel at two others. They were going to pay for taking your girlfriend, and you could care less about the carnage you were going to cause. 

Or at least- the carnage you wanted to cause. Sebastian pulled you back by the shoulder, and you looked at him with a scowl.

“What the hell, Sallow-”

“Let us take care of these poachers, you go find Poppy!”

“But-”

“Go!” Imelda shoved you to the side, and shot a magical blast at an animagus that was aiming at you.

You stumbled, looking at the other three before nodding to them and running off.

You had to find her.

~~~

“Poppy-!? Poppy!!” You ran frantically through the poacher base, the distant sounds of fighting between your friends and the poachers long forgotten in preference of searching for your girlfriend. 

Where is she..? Come on.. Have to find her, have to find her have to-

“Let me go!” There we go.

You ran, practically launching yourself in the direction of the familiar voice. You slammed the door open and the sight left you seething. Your girlfriend, your Poppy was bound by the wrists, trying to pull away from two poachers attempting to pull her through a back exit. One tall in stature, and just a few inches taller than Poppy herself.

Oh hell no.

The poachers didn’t quite register that you were there, by the doorway, and you took your chance. Completely foregoing magic use, you strode right up to them and swung. Your fist collided with the mask of the taller one, knocking it off his face and sending his head back. You didn’t spare a second to take a look at his face, and brought your hands together to slam them down, taking the poacher to the ground. He laid on the floor, and not wanting to take the chance (and also wanting to take out your frustrations) you kicked him, sending him into dreamland. 

With your focus on the man, the shorter one cast depulso on you, and your shoulder crashed into the wall. You inhaled through your teeth, pain shot through your shoulder for a second, and you could faintly hear the worried cry of your name from Poppy. You recovered quickly, though, looking more pissed than hurt. You took out your wand and used your ancient magic, slamming the other poacher into the ground multiple times. Overkill? Maybe, but you were mad and you could worry about it later.

Now that you had the chance to look at the poachers you took down, you began to notice little details.. The same shade of brown hair, the softer face shapes..

So they were the parents she talked about.

You take a moment to calm your breath, shaking the thoughts from your mind, chest heaving from how much force you put into those hits and the anger that was bubbling inside of you. Once your breath steadied, you immediately turned your attention to Poppy, and hurried to untie her bindings.

Maybe it was the relief of you finally being there in front of you, or the fear that she had been pushing down, or maybe a bit of both and more, but words just started falling from her lips, frantic apologies and explanations.

“I’m so sorry, everything was going fine- I- I just- released a few beasts from a small camp. That was all it was supposed to be- I never thought they’d- Never thought I’d see them again- that they’d try to do something like this-” Her vision started getting slightly blurry, and you tossed her bindings to the side.

“Shh.. Shh, it’s alright love, don’t apologise.. You have no reason to be sorry.. I’m just glad you’re alright and that I’m here with you now.” You pull the shorter girl closer, letting her fall into you. You cradled the back of her head with one hand, the other rubbing circles on her back as tears began to stain your uniform. You pressed a kiss to the top of her head, and continued to whisper quiet reassurances into her hair.

You both stay like that for a while, long enough for the battling happening outside of the room to quiet down, until the fight your companions were having had finished.

“Let me carry you. It sounds like the others finished the last of the poachers at this base, and Highwing is worried about you.” You adjusted, moving your arm behind Poppy’s knees and lifted her up. Usually, she’d protest, embarrassed at the attention, but she only curled into you more. You felt he arms tighten slightly around your shoulders

“Thank you…”

“Why are you thanking me? I’d come for you no matter the distance, you know that..”

“And before meeting you, the only one who’d go to those lengths was Highwing herself. But now? Now there’s you.. Your friends-”

“Our friends.”

You heard a small chuckle. There she is.

“Our friends. Either way.. I have more people in my corner, and in no small thanks to you.”

“Then you’re welcome, love..” You pressed one last kiss into her head and began walking out of the room and down into the main area of the base, where Highwing and the other three stood, waiting for you.

[girl-named-matty]

HL characters react to you getting flowers from someone else - Modern AU

Receiving flowers that weren't from them. Tags: Fluff, hints at jealousy, girlfriend is used to refer to the reader twice (can be swapped out for "lover" to make it gn), y/n is used once. Parings: Sebastian x reader, Ominis x reader, Garreth x reader, Leander x reader, Amit x reader, Natty x reader, Imelda x reader, Poppy x reader ...

Hellooo everyone 👀. As you can probably tell, I am getting into some new content. with this modern texting AU! Lmk what you guy's think of this and if you would like to see more content like this!! ..

I hope you all enjoyed ❤️

[hufflefluff-stuff]

could you write HL characters reacting to MC passing out due to exhaustion?

Thanks for being the first to request!! :D

Notes: MC has established relationships with the characters (individually). And I only did three bc I had good ideas for these ones specifically

Characters: Ominis, Poppy, Amit

............

Ominis Gaunt

In the days following Sebastian casting Crucio on you in the scriptorium, it left lingering effects on your physical body.

You felt sharp aches and pains in your hands at random, which made your wand movements rather jerky.

You really should've been resting, but you've been receiving lots of owls lately, finding yourself being pulled in several different directions and (mistakenly) deciding that sleep wasn't important right now.

But the exhaustion catches up fast, as Ominis finds you passed out in the Undercroft, immediately panicking and thinking you got attacked.

After you're floo'd to the hospital wing, Madam Blainey looks after you while he tries to explain how he found you without exposing the secret hideaway.

She noted seeing "unusual" red sparks coming from your body, and for a moment his heart drops...and he forces himself to choke back tears upon realizing what's actually going on with you:

You're still feeling the aftereffects of Crucio..and never told him.

Merlin, he wishes you never took the full brunt of the curse. Why did it have to be you?

Somehow he managed to fall asleep, but when you wake up the next day, see your boyfriend, and gently squeeze his hand, he's wide awake too, relieved to no longer detect those sparks.

You claimed to be extremely tired from all the errands you've been running....but when he asks you if "it" still hurts, you realize there's no playing dumb this time.

So you relent and explain the aches and pains, quickly reassuring him they're gone.

Yet nothing you could say in that moment mattered, as it didn't stop him from silently breaking down, laying his head in your lap as tears spilled from his glazed eyes.

This is extremely unlike him, but he can't help it...knowing that the same curse which traumatized him all those years ago was now hurting the one he loved most.

Not to mention you're giving more and more of yourself away to people you hardly knew without considering putting your own well-being first.

He never sees you anymore, and it hurts him.

"Don't you get it? You're killing yourself, MC, and...i-it's killing me, too." He sounds completely shattered. "Is this what it takes for you to finally understand?"

"No, no..you're right. This never should've happened. I'm sorry, love." Frowning in guilt, you pet his hair comfortingly, realizing how much you've neglected him. "You have every right to be angry."

"..I'm not angry. I just...I-I wish we never went down there. I should've stopped Sebastian from-"

"He's not to blame. Don't go yelling at him now." You chuckle softly, before promising him a date to Three Broomsticks as an apology..

Along with you swearing to stop doing favors for strangers.

He calms down after that, still vowing to yell at Sebastian later on.

But he's looking forward to that date.

Poppy Sweeting

You were both venturing through the Forbidden Forest, on a mission to rescue an injured golden unicorn that was supposedly spotted.

Apparently someone noticed it limping around, sporting a deep gash in its leg and leaving a bloody trail.

Poppy figured it narrowly escaped a trap, which was confirmed after you stumbled upon a mechanism tainted in blood.

Time was now of the essence, as some poacher could capture it first, or worse...it could die from its injury.

Despite the sun having set long ago, you insisted on searching even if it took you both all night long.

While Poppy could keep up with you (even tho she worried about the curfew), your energy was nearly spent as you've been out raiding poacher camps and freeing caged beasts all day long, not having returned to the castle once to rest nor eat.

You had plenty of wiggenweld potions, but unfortunately they didn't cure exhaustion.

Obviously you weren't gonna tell your girlfriend that, so you continued tracking down the golden unicorn.

And eventually you discovered it peacefully grazing in a foggy meadow, with Poppy gazing in awe.

"How majestic!" She whispers excitedly. "Now to catch it...we can try Leviosa, but it might panic. Glacius could work, too...though it seems cruel to freeze a unicorn. Hmm, what do you think......MC??"

She turns to you and sees you on the ground, not moving.

At first she freaks out, until she realized you still have a pulse, but she knew you had to get back to the castle ASAP. The forest was no place for a nap!

Fortunately, Highwing was in your nab-sack, so you both got back there in one piece, where you recuperated in the hospital wing.

Madam Blainey noted sleep deprivation, and while Poppy's upset that you didn't listen to her, she can't be entirely angry with you.

She knows you've been stretching yourself thin, saving all these beasts on top of your other escapades.

That being said, she literally had to push you back into bed so you didn't bolt out of it after remembering what happened before you passed out.

"But the golden unicorn..!" You panic. "He was right there! Now we'll never find out where-!"

"It's okay, MC! I saved him. He's safe and sound in the vivarium." She hastily reassures you, showing you a few strands of golden unicorn hair as proof. "We'll go once you feel better."

You calm down after seeing the strands, before you smile and embrace her tightly. "I'm so lucky to have you, Poppy."

"I am, too,love...I'm glad you value the health and well-being of beasts, but that shouldn't take priority over your own. We can't help them if we don't help ourselves first."

"..you're right, I'm sorry. I'll try to remember that."

Amit Thakkar

All of your escapades inside and outside the castle had you drained and exhausted. You wish you had more time for yourself nowadays.

But people needed you: friends, students from your house, professors, townsfolks, goblinkind....you couldn't just ignore their requests for help.

Who else but you had such bravery and ancient magic skills? Nobody. It had to be you.

You've kept your missions secret from your boyfriend, claiming you're only out all the time to look for astronomy tables...which is partially true.

After what happened in the goblin mine, Amit was left shaken for a few days, and you felt guilty for practically dragging him into that mess just because you needed him to translate some things.

So when he sent you an owl asking you to come by an astronomy table located in a field of grass without explanation, you abandoned your current mission and headed there straight away, anxious about what he wanted to discuss.

As it turns out, he knew you were doing more than just observing constellations...but he wasn't mad at you for keeping secrets.

Rather, he knew you needed a break and invited you out here to get away from everything.

He had a blanket that you two laid on together, watching the stars; not for any assignment in particular, but just because the sky was especially clearer and pretty tonight and he didn't want you to miss that.

"I like coming here when I feel like there's too much weighing down on me all at once. My studies, my responsibilities...they can get overwhelming." He sighs, turning to you. "I'm certain you feel the same way, my dear."

"Amit, this is lovely..and...I appreciate it more than you know. But Lodgok needs me to-"

"He can wait." His voice is firm, unusual for the typically calm and passionate Ravenclaw. But his gestures are the opposite as he wraps his arm around you. "Let's stay here a while, MC..and just...forget about the world. At least for tonight. I guarantee you will feel much better...and you'll shine twice as bright tomorrow."

You agree to stay, but only because you're weak to his sappy and poetic remarks.

And you close your eyes, listening to his soft ramblings of the moon's current phase and what it all meant.

While his fascination with the cosmos keeps him wide awake for some time, he sees you passed out on the blanket minutes later and smiles lightly, relieved that he helped you find some peace.

You promised to protect him down in the mines...now it's his turn to protect you as you slept, ensuring no person nor beast bothers you.

[sebastianwallows]

if you're still taking requests, could we please get a morning after your first time with fem!reader and sebastian, ominis, and poppy? i love your writing sm honestly 🥺💕

Headcannons for the morning after your first time

Sebastian Sallow x reader; Ominis Gaunt x reader; Poppy Sweeting x reader

Warnings - 18+ alludes to smut, fairly fluffy A/N - I think this can be read as fairly gender neutral tbh

Ominis

he's for sure going to wake up quite confused when he feels your warm shape beside him

when the events of the previous night come flooding back to him, he's going to nuzzle into your neck

he's going to run his hands over you, snuggling into you while he gives you the lightest little kisses over the skin that's at his disposal

when you stir beside him he'll encourage you to get more rest, expecting you might be worn out from the night before

he'll be reluctant to separate from you, but will gladly do it to bring you breakfast, water, or anything else you desire

he's really focused on taking care of you and making sure he cares about you for more than sex

definitely lets you know it's okay to tell him how last night could be improved upon

extremely concerned with your comfort levels with him and the situation at hand

Sebastian

he wakes up feeling really well rested, but finding your hair in his face as you nestled into his chest

he smiles and embraces you, giving you a soft kiss on your head

he starts talking to you with his groggy, sleep-filled voice even before you wake up

he's being overly sentimental and telling you how much he cherishes you

once he realizes you're awake he puts on a little more of his charming and cocky facade

he probably takes to teasing you about whether or not you're sore from the night before

playfully offers you a second round to see if it will make it better

really ends up giving you massages and kissing all the bruises he left on your body

ultimately decides a warm bath would be best for your condition and so he can stay close to you for longer

Poppy

she barely slept beside you, her head was just swimming with anxiety, wondering how you felt about your time together

when you wake up in the middle of the night to see her eyes wide open, you ask her what's wrong before pulling her close to you

she's hesitant but opens up with you about the things she's feeling

you assure her that she was wonderful and you give her some slow and sleepy kisses

as you keep each other up, talking through a variety of topics, both of you have a hard time keeping your hands wandering

you're both so warm, comfortable, and nude under the blankets

so before you know it you find yourself giggling and picking up from where you left off previously

when you make love again it's soft and sweet and finally wears you both out enough to pass out for good

[radical-ghostface]

WHY IS SHE SO CUTE? 😩

[crimsonedquill]

Soft lazy morning sex headcanons (Hogwarts Legacy)

Was in the vibe for some fluffy smut HCs, so figured I might as well make this one my first for HL. Also, I changed up my usual sequence for this post to reflect the order in which I wrote them (sue me)

NSFW (18+), obviously.

Poppy Sweeting 🦡

You don’t know how she does it, getting out of bed and already having finished half of her chores by the time you wake up

That said, she doesn’t protest when you pull her back in, telling her that mornings are for sleep

Her giggles turn to soft moans when you start placing sloppy kisses on her neck and your hand sneaks down into her skirt, your fingers working her clit with an expertise that has her unravelling at your touch alone

Within moments her clothes are off and you two are back between the sheets, the sweetness of your lovemaking ridding you of any sleep still on your mind

She’s always the first to cum, her little whines stifled by your lips

You’ll lie basking in your afterglow together, and she asks how she’s ever going to get anything done when you treat her like that.

Ominis Gaunt 🐍

Sleep might be the only thing in the world he loves more than you, so you know you have some competition

Pressing soft kisses to his nape or caressing his lobe with your lips doesn’t seem to work, even though the little trembles running through his body don’t escape your notice

You know he’s awake, so you have no intention of letting him off the hook that easily

You kiss your way down, making sure to pay attention to every small birthmark and imperfection on his creamy white skin

He finally catches on when you’re past his navel, his fingers lazily tangling themselves into your hair as you close your lips around him

You don’t stop until you hear him groaning, his release betraying his awakening

He’s fully intent on returning the favour, which means it’s well afternoon by the time you’re both done. Totally worth it. 

Natsai Onai 🦁

There’s nothing better than waking up holding the stark naked form of your Gryffindor goddess in your arms

You take the time to kiss each other awake before she gets up to prepare a bath for you both

Sliding into the soapy water, you could easily fall asleep all over again as you relax into her arms, her breasts cushioning your back as she starts taking care of you

She gives the best massages, tenderly washing your arms and shoulders as you feel yourself getting lighter

It never comes to that though, as her hands get to work practising that special kind of magic that has you moaning out her name within minutes

She gently works you to your climax, after which she’ll draw out the aftershocks by placing gentle kisses on your shoulders

There’s definitely no better way to start the day than Natty’s baths.

Sebastian Sallow 🐍

You know last night was good when you pick up right where you left off

He has you pinned down easily, breathing into the crook of your neck with a wanting that leaves you melting like honey into his embrace

Running his hands all over your body is something he’ll never be able to resist. He knows all the little places that make you squirm, leaving no inch of skin untouched

Whether it’s taking you in a gentle spooning position or devouring you as you ride his face, he always treats you like royalty, not allowing himself any pleasure until you’re a sweaty hot mess

By the time you both have your needs fulfilled, the sun is already up and you’re probably even more tired than before

That doesn’t stop you from cuddling until you fall asleep again. The world can wait, especially with the arms of that dreamy Slytherin boy wrapped around you.

Imelda Reyes 🐍

It’s literally physically impossible for her to sleep in. She’s always up when you awaken to a new day, either doing push-ups or stretching her ethereally fit body

You often just lie there and admire her as she works out, relishing the way her muscles move under her delightfully exposed skin

She knows that you’re ogling her and she loves it. If she’s in the mood, she’ll taunt you with some teasing remarks to reel you in

It doesn’t take long for you to bite, and within minutes you’re entangled in all kinds of special yoga exercises that have you both sweating and crying out each other’s names

You tend to end up in a heap of limbs on the floor, which doesn’t bother you in the slightest. In fact, when you feel Imelda’s lips on your naked skin again, you figure the two of you could perfectly go for a few more rounds…

Amit Thakkar 🦅

Mornings with Amit are quite peaceful. He tends to stay up late to study, so he’s often still asleep by the time you wake up

He loves it when you use your body to wake him up, softly kissing his neck while you interlock your legs with his

There is no escape from some welcome friction as your sensitive parts start rubbing together, your hearts beating as one as you hold each other close

Things quickly escalate and soon you kick off the sheets, the breeze of cool air bringing relief to your hot bodies

You love it when he comes first, trying to bring him just a little closer with your legs before you come crashing over the edge, burying yourself in his neck to stifle your moans

You’ll need some help untangling yourselves when you’ve both ridden out your highs. That’s alright; all the more an excuse to keep him in bed a little longer.

[sweetsreverie]

can I request something with poppy sweeting? maybe reader is the mc in the game and they show poppy their vivariums?

babe… thank you for sending this in because I love poppy so much 😭

pairing: poppy sweeting x reader (unspecified house and status of their relationship ♡) wc: 1,010

The vivariums in your room of requirement were your most prized areas, along with the beasts that lived within them. Sure, you liked your potion stations and herbology area, but the vivariums were a special project for you. You have the chance to keep these beasts away from the poachers, and you want them to thrive in this new space you've created for them.

As you began to finish decorating the vivariums and making them the perfect home for your beasts, all you could think about was how much Poppy would love them. She would be absolutely in awe of the space you've made.

So, once you decided you were done, you sent an owl to Poppy, and the letter asked her to meet you in the astronomy wing that night. You hoped she wasn't busy later on.

You waited in the astronomy wing for only a few minutes before you saw Poppy coming down the hall towards you. Of course, she was sporting that bright smile of hers as she approaches.

"Y/N! I received your owl earlier- Why did you want to meet here?" Poppy asks curiously, and you smile softly and face towards the empty wall you two were standing in front of.

"I want to show you something. It's something I've been working on since... well, since I started here." You explain to her. While she looks confused for the moment, her eyes widen when suddenly a door appears, and you motion for her to follow you.

"I... what is this place?" Poppy asks as she looks around the large room, and you smile at her reaction while walking further into the decorated space.

"This is my room of requirement. Professor Weasley helped me set this up shortly after I arrived. We decided that I needed a private space to catch up on my schoolwork." You explain to her. She nods in understanding, but you can tell that she's still in awe of the space, even if she's confused about its existence.

"But c'mon, this isn't really what I wanted to show you." With a tug of her hand, you lead Poppy to the doorway that leads to the first vivarium you were given. Poppy looks hesitant at first, but she follows you through the door.

Poppy squints from the sudden change in the lighting, and she looks around the grassy area before her eyes land on the various beasts that were milling about. In this vivarium you had unicorns, mooncalves, puffskeins, and two hippogriffs, one of them being Highwing. Poppy's eyes widen, and you can't help but laugh at the gasp that leaves her.

"Y/N! Are these- did you catch all of these?" She asks, and you nod as one of the mooncalves approaches you. With a wave of your wand, a brush floats in the air and begins to brush the little creature.

"There's poachers everywhere. I wanted to at least give some beasts a home away from them... even if I can't help them all."

Poppy smiles softly at that, and she turns to look over at the unicorns that were resting in the grass. She gives you a look that screams 'can i pet them?' and you nod. She doesn't even have to say anything for you to know that she wants to greet every beast she can.

With your go-ahead, Poppy approaches the unicorns and crouches down slightly, and she allows one to sniff her hand before she carefully pets the side of its neck and its ears.

"They're so beautiful... and they have all of this space to themselves- no poachers, nothing..." Poppy comments as the unicorn lets out a content sigh beneath her.

"I think some beasts can sense when you're harmless. Poppy, they take to you so well. Don't they?" You ask her as you approach her and the unicorns, and a few of the puffskeins scamper around with a ball nearby.

"I like to think that they know I mean no harm. This place... this is magnificent Y/N, I can't believe you've managed to rescue so many beasts!" Poppy smiles, and the way that her smile reaches her eyes causes you to smile also. Her joy was practically infectious.

"There's more. Follow me." When Poppy hears that there's more beasts that you've rescued, she grabs your hand and hurriedly goes back to the entrance of the vivarium. She couldn't wait to see what else you had in store.

You showed her both of the graphorns that you had in the coastal vivarium along with some diricawls; In the mountain vivarium you showed her the nifflers, kneazles, jobberknolls, and the phoenix. Poppy couldn't believe you had managed to catch a phoenix of all beasts. She was also impressed that you had managed to catch two graphorns and make them a mating pair. The swamp vivarium is where your thestrals were kept, but you weren't sure if she could even see them, so you decided not to mention them. You weren't too keen on discussing death at the moment.

Once the two of you exit the mountain vivarium, you turn to see Poppy's smile that hasn't left her features. She was truly delighted that you showed the beasts to her.

"Y/N, thank you for showing me all the beasts you've brought here, I- I still can't believe it. And that this room is here! Does anyone else know about it?" Poppy asks, and you shake your head.

"No, no one but us, Deek, and Professor Weasley. I may show Sebastian soon, though. I trust you both with something like this." You tell Poppy softly, and she puts her hand over her heart briefly.

"Thank you for trusting me with this. It's safe with me." Poppy promises with a soft smile.

"I know this is your space to catch up on school work, but-"

"Yes, I'll bring you to visit them whenever you want." You tell her with a smile, and Poppy just grins. You knew she would want to come back, especially to visit with Highwing.