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Include: Harry , Ron , Fred , George , Oliver , Neville and Cedric

poor timing (c.d.)

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Reader

Word Count: 14k

Summary: How is Cedric meant to ask you out on a date when he keeps getting interrupted by your tornado of siblings?

A/N: This was way longer than I expected it to be

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THE ALCHEMY

Where’s the trophy? He just comes running over to me

⋆ pairing : cedric diggory x fem!reader

⋆ summary : you were hogwarts’ golden couple — both quidditch captains, both prefects, both hopelessly in love. until your family forced you to break his heart. a year later, the feelings are still there, stronger than ever, but so are the rumours about cho chang. when cedric is chosen as hogwarts’ champion, you finally speak to him again. not to win him back… just to help him survive.

⋆ wc : 4.9k

⋆ second chance romance, golden couple, aching to touch him / her

The first time she saw Cedric Diggory, they were only third years, barely fourteen, and it was raining. Sounds romantic, doesn’t it? Well, it wasn’t. She was in the middle of Quidditch practice, the rain was so heavy she could barely see, and that led her to crash into one of her teammates. He managed to cling to his broom; but she didn’t. She plummeted straight into the mud, crashing hard into the pitch. Every inch of her hurt, and when she opened her eyes after the fall, a boy with storm-grey eyes was crouched beside her, worry etched across his face.

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he fingers you in class while the teacher is oblivious just feet away……

The classroom was suffocatingly quiet, the only sound being the monotonous drone of the teacher explaining complex logistics at the front of the room. It was the last period of the day, the afternoon sun streaming through the windows, casting long shadows across the desks.

You were sitting in the row next to him, your thigh practically brushing against his. To any outsider, he looked like he was paying attention—slumped in his chair, arms crossed, scowling at the chalkboard. But beneath the desk, his hand was doing something entirely different.

It had started with a simple touch—a rough graze of his knuckles against your leg. Then, his hand had slid up, gripping your thigh with a possessive strength that made your breath hitch. You tried to focus on your notes, but the heat radiating from him was distracting.

Slowly, deliberately, his hand migrated further. He slid his palm under your skirt, his fingers brushing against the lace of your panties. You gasped, a small, sharp sound that made the girl in front of you glance back. You froze, your heart hammering against your ribs, but he didn't flinch. If anything, the risk only seemed to embolden him.

"Keep your fucking mouth shut," he breathed, his voice a barely audible, dangerous whisper that sent a shiver down your spine.

He didn't wait for a response. He hooked two fingers into the waistband of your underwear and tugged them aside with a rough yank. The cool air of the classroom hit your wetness for a split second before his fingers replaced it.

You let out a muffled whimper, your back arching slightly as he slid one finger deep inside you. You were already slick, your body reacting instinctively to his touch.

"Look at you," he murmured, leaning closer so his lips were almost touching your ear, though his eyes remained fixed on the teacher. "So fucking wet in the middle of class. You're a little deviant, aren't you?"

He began to move his finger in a slow, agonizing rhythm, curling it upward to hook against your G-spot. Every time he hit that spot, a jolt of electricity shot through you, making your toes curl inside your shoes. You gripped the edges of your desk so hard your knuckles turned white, fighting the urge to moan out loud.

" hey ... stop... we're going to get caught," you whispered, your voice trembling.

"That's the point, love," he hissed, a smug, predatory smirk playing on his lips. "I want you to wonder if the whole class can hear how much you love this."

He added a second finger, stretching you open, the wet sounds of his movement hidden by the teacher's voice. He began to speed up, his fingers pumping in and out of you with a ruthless precision. He knew exactly how to wreck you. He was playing you like an instrument, pushing you closer and closer to the edge while the rest of the class sat in blissful ignorance.

You were spiraling. The contrast between the boring lecture and the raw, illicit pleasure happening beneath the desk was overwhelming. You felt a climax building—a heavy, pulsing pressure that demanded release.

"Please... please, I'm..." you whimpered, your hips unconsciously tilting toward his hand, begging for more.

"Tell me," he commanded, his fingers suddenly slowing down, teasing you, rubbing circles against your entrance without going in. "Tell me what you want, right here in front of everyone."

"I want... I want to come! Please!"

He let out a low, dark chuckle and slammed his fingers back inside you, faster and harder than before. He wasn't being gentle anymore; he was hammering into you, his thumb pressing firmly against your clit, grinding in sync with the movements of his fingers.

The pleasure crashed over you like a tidal wave. You bit your lip so hard you tasted blood, trying to stifle the scream that tore through your throat as you peaked. Your internal muscles clamped down on his fingers in violent, rhythmic waves, milking him as your entire body shuddered with an intense, shaking orgasm.

You slumped in your seat, chest heaving, your vision blurred with tears of pleasure. He didn't pull away immediately. He kept his fingers inside you for a few more seconds, feeling the aftershocks of your climax, a look of pure triumph on his face.

Slowly, he withdrew his hand, the sound a wet slurp that felt deafening in the quiet room. He pulled his hand back, casually leaning back in his chair as if nothing had happened.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of class, he leaned over one last time, his voice a low, promising growl.

"Meet me in the locker room in five minutes. I'm not finished with you."

Katsuki fisting you (nsfw,18+)

fucking katsuki with a strap on

Yule ‘94

#harry potter #harry potter fanart #my art #cedric diggory #hedric #cho chang #charry #drarry #hinny #harco

HP Boys Masterlist - NSFW 18+

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cw: oral, dp, threesome, facefucking, anal, size difference, creampie, cockwarming, voyeurism.

Ron Weasley; ╰┈➤ Helping your boyfriend Ronnie cum

╰┈➤Ron loves your deepthroat

Cedric Diggory;

╰┈➤You and Cedric love going raw

╰┈➤ "Shut up or we'll get caught." – Cedric hates it when you make noise

Weasley Twins;

╰┈➤ George loves watching when Fred fucks you

╰┈➤ Feeling insecure about your body, only for George to prove your huge ass drives him fucking insane

╰┈➤Think your tight ass and pussy can take both Weasley cocks?

Harry Potter;

╰┈➤ Harry cums inside you

╰┈➤ “Shh, be a good girl and keep my cock warm in your throat” – Harry facefucking you

Claimed by Fire

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Summary: Fred won’t share you. A slip of the tongue, a name you didn’t mean, and suddenly everything explodes — jealousy, anger, desire. He claims you, and neither of you can resist. A heated argument becomes a wild, unrestrained night where boundaries vanish and passion takes over.

Warnings: Mature content / Smut / Strong language / Jealousy & possessive behavior / Emotional intensity

You were already close when it started.

Too close to think clearly.

Fred’s hands rested on your waist, thumbs tracing slow, absent-minded patterns as if he had nowhere else to be, as if this was the most natural place in the world. You leaned into him without thinking, drawn by the familiar warmth, the quiet crackle of tension that always sparked when he looked at you like that — amused, intent, entirely focused.

His lips brushed yours once, then again, deeper this time. Unhurried. Confident. Like he had all the time in the world.

You smiled into the kiss.

“Missed you,” he murmured against your mouth, voice low, roughened just enough to make your pulse jump.

“I’m right here,” you whispered back.

His hands slid higher, then lower again, teasing, grounding. He kissed along your jaw, your cheek, then down the side of your neck, slow and deliberate, like he was mapping familiar territory he never tired of exploring.

You sighed, head tipping back without thinking, giving him access.

“Fred…” you breathed.

He hummed softly, pleased, lips lingering at the sensitive spot beneath your ear. “Yeah,” he murmured. “That’s it.”

The room felt smaller. Warmer. Like the rest of the castle had faded away.

His mouth moved lower, kisses unspooling down your neck, unhurried but purposeful. One of his hands slipped beneath the edge of your shirt, fingers warm against your skin, making you shiver despite yourself.

Your thoughts blurred.

Your body reacted faster than your brain could keep up.

And then—

“Ced—”

The sound left your mouth before you could stop it.

Before you could even realize what you’d said.

Everything stopped.

Fred froze.

His lips left your skin. His hand stilled. The warmth vanished so suddenly it felt like stepping into cold air after fire.

Silence filled the space between you — thick, heavy, unmistakable.

Slowly, Fred pulled back just enough to look at you.

“What did you just say?” he asked.

His voice was calm.

Too calm.

You blinked, still dazed, heat flushing your face. “What?” You frowned, confused. “I—what do you mean?”

His jaw tightened.

“What,” he repeated, slower now, sharper, “did you just say?”

Understanding hit you like ice water.

Your stomach dropped.

“I—” You swallowed hard. “Fred, I didn’t mean—”

“What. The fuck. Did you say?” His voice rose this time, disbelief cutting through it like a blade.

Your heart hammered painfully in your chest. “It was a mistake,” you rushed out. “I swear. I don’t even know why—”

“Don’t,” he interrupted, pulling his hands away completely now, stepping back as if distance was the only thing keeping him from losing control. “Don’t pretend you don’t know.”

You sat up fully, panic creeping in. “It’s just—Cedric’s been helping me study lately, and he’s been around so much and my head’s been full and it didn’t mean anything, Fred. Nothing. Please.”

He stared at you like you’d struck him.

“So he’s in your head,” Fred said flatly.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Sure sounds like it.”

You shook your head quickly. “It was a name. A slip. That’s all. It doesn’t change anything.”

Fred let out a short, humorless laugh. “You don’t moan someone else’s name by accident.”

The words hit harder than you expected.

“I want you,” you said, voice shaking now. “I’m here with you.”

“And that’s the problem,” he snapped. “If I’m here with you, I don’t want anyone else anywhere near your thoughts.”

You stared at him, stunned. “So what, you’re just… stopping?”

“Yes,” he said immediately. “Absolutely.”

Your chest tightened. “Fred—”

“No,” he cut in, running a hand through his hair, agitation written all over him. “I’m not doing this. I’m not sleeping with you while you’ve got another bloke rattling around in your head.”

“That’s not fair.”

He looked at you sharply. “Neither is that.”

Silence fell again, heavier this time.

“If it passes,” he continued, voice lower, controlled with effort, “if you figure out whatever this is — then fine. Come find me.” His gaze met yours, wounded and stubborn all at once. “But I’m not sharing you. Not even like this.”

Then he stepped back, putting physical space where intimacy had been seconds before.

You sat there, stunned, heart pounding, anger flaring hot and fast beneath the shock.

“You’re overreacting,” you said, voice tight.

Fred’s mouth twisted. “Maybe. But at least I know whose name I’m saying.”

He turned away before you could answer.

And just like that, the warmth was gone — replaced with something sharp, unresolved, and aching.

You didn’t chase him.

And he didn’t look back.

The next day was worse.

Fred was still Fred — laughing too loudly at breakfast, leaning back in his chair like the world had never offended him once. He joked with Lee, stole someone’s toast, flashed that effortless grin that used to be yours.

Just not at you.

When his eyes met yours, something shut down. The smile vanished. His jaw tightened. He looked away.

You didn’t speak either.

You told yourself you were right. You hadn’t done anything wrong. A name wasn’t betrayal. Not really. Still, by the third day, the tension sat behind your eyes like a headache you couldn’t shake.

You noticed everything.

How he never sat near you. How he never reached for you. How, according to Lee, Fred had started sitting next to some girl in class — someone you didn’t even know.

The jealousy surprised you with its violence.

So when Cedric found you that afternoon, it felt like relief — unfair, unwanted, but real.

“Hey,” he said gently, holding up a stack of notes. “I thought you might want help with this part. I’ve got time.”

He smiled the way he always did — kind, steady, unthreatening.

You hesitated. Then nodded. “Yeah. Thanks.”

You sat together, talking, flipping pages. It was easy. Too easy. Like slipping into a familiar rhythm.

Then his hand brushed yours.

Once — accidental, you told yourself.

Again.

And again.

When you pulled your hands into your lap, his knee touched yours under the table, lingering just long enough to make your spine stiffen. His gaze held yours a second longer than friendly required.

Something was wrong.

You stood abruptly. “I—sorry. I just remembered I need to—something. I should go.”

Cedric blinked. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah,” you said quickly. “I just—later, okay?”

You left before he could answer.

You were halfway down the corridor when someone shouted your name.

You turned.

Cedric jogged toward you, slightly out of breath, holding your notebook. “You forgot this.”

“Oh. Right.” You took it — and his fingers stayed wrapped around yours a moment too long.

You flushed.

He noticed.

His expression shifted — softened, sharpened, emboldened all at once.

“I heard some things,” he said carefully. “People saying you and Fred… aren’t together anymore.”

Your stomach dropped. “Who said that?”

He shrugged. “I just thought—since we’ve known each other so long… And I’d be lying if I said you haven’t been on my mind for a long time, Y/N. I really like you—”

He leaned in.

And before you could react—

“Oi! Diggory!”

Fred’s voice cracked through the corridor like a whip.

Cedric froze.

Fred stormed toward you, fury rolling off him in waves. “Have you lost your mind? Or do you always go after girls who aren’t yours?”

Cedric straightened. “I thought she was free.”

Fred laughed sharply. “Thought wrong.”

He stepped between you without hesitation. “Just because our dads get on doesn’t mean I’ll like you if you don’t learn one thing.” His eyes were ice-cold. “You don’t touch what’s mine.”

Cedric opened his mouth.

“Do it again,” Fred finished, voice low and dangerous, “and I’ll rearrange that pretty face.”

Fred grabbed your hand and pulled you away before Cedric could reply.

You didn’t resist.

Back in the common room, eyes followed you. Whispers sparked. Fred didn’t care.

He dragged you into his room, shut the door hard enough to rattle the frame.

Fred didn’t shout at first.

That was almost worse.

He paced once, then turned to you, hands planted on his hips like he was trying to physically hold himself together. His jaw clenched so tight you thought his teeth might crack.

“What the hell was that?” he snapped, “Do you have any idea,” he said slowly, “how that looked?”

You scoffed. “I didn’t do anything.”

His laugh was sharp, disbelieving. “You didn’t do anything,” he repeated. “You let him! Like I didn’t exist.”

“That’s not fair,” you shot back immediately. “You’re the one who acted like I didn’t exist for three days.”

Fred stopped pacing.

His eyes snapped to yours. “Because I was angry.”

“And I wasn’t?” Your voice cracked despite yourself. “You walked away from me. You didn’t even ask what it meant — you just decided I wasn’t worth staying for.”

“That’s bullshit,” he snapped. “I asked. You brushed it off.”

“Because I made a little mistake and you acted like it was a crime.” you fired back.

Fred dragged a hand through his hair, frustration written all over his face. “It wasn’t just a 'little' mistake. It was personal.”

You swallowed. “I said his name once.”

“Once was enough,” he said immediately. “You’re minimizing it because facing it would mean admitting you crossed a line.”

“Do you know how that felt?,” he said lowly. “To hear another man’s name when I was touching you? When I thought we were—” He stopped himself, jaw clenching. “When I thought I had all of you.”

You opened your mouth — then stopped.

“No,” he continued, voice lower now, more dangerous. “Don’t brush it off. Don’t pretend it’s nothing. Because it is something. It’s humiliating. It’s like being told I wasn’t really there with you at all.”

Your throat tightened. You looked away.

“I wasn’t thinking,” you said quietly.

“That’s the problem,” he snapped. “I was. Every second.”

The air felt too thick to breathe.

“I wanted you,” he continued, quieter now, rough with restraint. “I chose you. And in that moment, I realized I wasn’t the only one in your head.”

You stepped closer despite yourself. “You’re right,” you said, forcing the words out. “It was wrong. If the roles were reversed… I’d have lost my mind.”

Fred’s shoulders dropped just a fraction.

“I didn’t pull away to punish you,” he said roughly. “I pulled away because if I stayed, I would’ve said something I couldn’t take back.”

That broke something in you.

You stepped closer. “I never wanted anyone else. I was overwhelmed. He was around all the time. It didn’t mean—”

“It mattered,” Fred said, cutting in. “Because I love you.”

“You scared me,” you whispered.

He nodded once. “You scared me too.”

And for the first time in days, when Fred looked at you, he didn’t look away.

He held your gaze like he was daring you to flinch first — like he was staking a claim without saying a word. Then, slowly, deliberately, he stepped into your space until there was nowhere left to retreat.

His hand came up, firm at your jaw, tilting your face back to meet his eyes.

“Say it again,” he said quietly.

Your breath caught. “Say what?”

“That you’re here,” he replied. “With me.”

“I’m here,” you whispered. “With you.”

Something dark and relieved flickered across his face.

“Good,” he murmured — and then he kissed you.

It wasn’t gentle this time.

It was hungry. Controlled. Like days of restraint snapping all at once.

His mouth claimed yours fully, unyielding, his hand still at your jaw, thumb pressing just enough to make your pulse jump. You melted into it, fingers clutching at his shirt like you needed the anchor.

He backed you up without breaking the kiss, step by step, until the edge of the bed hit the backs of your legs.

Fred broke away just long enough to say, low and certain, “You’re not going anywhere.”

Then he pushed you down.

Not roughly — decisively.

He followed you immediately, body crowding yours, solid and warm, the weight of him grounding and unmistakable. One knee pressed between yours, keeping you exactly where he wanted you. His hand slid to your waist, fingers digging in like he was reminding himself you were real.

You gasped when his mouth found your neck.

“This,” he murmured against your skin, voice rough, “is mine.”

Your hands slid up his back, nails grazing skin, and he groaned softly at the contact — a sound that sent heat straight through you.

He kissed you like he was reclaiming something he’d been afraid of losing. Slow, deep, relentless. Every touch deliberate. Every movement sure.

When his forehead rested against yours, his breath was uneven.

“Look at me,” he said.

You did.

His expression softened just a fraction — enough to make your chest ache.

“There you are,” he murmured. “That’s who I want. No one else.”

Your answer was lost when he kissed you again, deeper this time, hands roaming, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you at all.

The room seemed to fade — the world narrowing to heat and breath and the way his body fit against yours like it always had.

His mouth lingered at your ear.

“Stay,” he whispered.

You did.

And the door stayed closed long after the fire burned low.

Later the fire crackled softly as you sat curled on the sofa, knees tucked beneath you, staring into the flames more than actually reading the book in your hands. Your body was pleasantly tired, your thoughts finally calm.

“Y/N?”

Ginny’s voice was careful. Hesitant.

You looked up.

She stood a few steps away, arms folded loosely over her chest, her expression a mix of concern and uncertainty — not teasing, not playful. Worried.

“Hey,” you said softly. “What’s wrong?”

She exhaled, clearly relieved that you didn’t look upset — but still not convinced. She moved closer and sat on the arm of the sofa.

“I just wanted to check on you,” she said. “About you and Fred.”

Your stomach dipped. “Okay…”

“I was walking past his room earlier,” Ginny continued, lowering her voice, “and I heard you shout. Like—really shout.”

You stiffened.

“And,” she added quickly, “I’m not judging, I swear — I just… you sounded upset. And you used the F-word. Very loudly.”

Your face went warm instantly.

Ginny noticed — and frowned. “See? That’s exactly why I’m asking. Are you two okay? Because it didn’t sound like a normal argument.”

You hesitated for half a second — then let out a breathy laugh.

“Oh,” you said. “Ginny.”

Her eyes widened. “That wasn’t a fight?”

“No,” you said, mortified but smiling now. “It really, really wasn’t.”

She blinked. “So you weren’t yelling at him?”

“Nope.”

“…at all?”

You shook your head. “Different kind of situation.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then Ginny’s lips parted slightly. “Oh.”

You nodded, burying your face in your book. “Yeah.”

Ginny stared at the fire for a second, processing — then groaned softly and covered her face with her hands.

“Oh my God,” she muttered. “I was worried sick.”

“I’m so sorry,” you said, laughing quietly. “I didn’t realize—”

“I thought he’d made you cry,” she went on. “Or that something awful happened. I was halfway through writing a letter to my mum..”

You peeked at her. “Please don’t.”

She dropped her hands and looked at you again — this time, finally smiling. “So… everything’s okay?”

You nodded, warmth settling comfortably in your chest. “Yeah. We’re okay.”

Ginny sighed in relief. “Good. Because for a second there, I was ready to hex my own brother.”

You snorted. “That’s fair.”

She stood, shaking her head. “Next time,” she said dryly, “maybe keep the language down a bit.”

You groaned. “Ginny!”

She grinned over her shoulder. “I’m just saying — ‘Oh my fucking—’ echoes more than you think.”

And as she walked away, still smiling to herself, you sank back into the sofa, cheeks warm, heart full — knowing that this time, everything really was fine.

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nsfw headcanons and kinks of harry potter characters

ft. harry, ron, cedric, fred, george, draco, blaise, theodore, tom, hermione, pansy

a/n: well there is obviously a lot of SMUT, also it's a female reader

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⤷ Harry - lingerie

harry for sure loves when you wear some nice pair of lingerie, he finds it so hot when the nice lace hugs your body so perfectly. every time when he's out, he looks for some new pair of lingerie that he would buy you. oh yeah he buys you every single pair but one time, you surprised him on his b-day with red pair of lingerie (like gryffindor theme lingerie) and he was hard within seconds.

"oh- oh my fucking god, you look amazing sweetheart. do a spin for me please- slowly, i wanna see how pretty you look in this" harry hummed while he sat on his bed with you slowly turning in front of him. he could feel his hard dick pressing against his pants, pre-cum already making his boxers dirty. he brushed his hand over his erection before he hummed again. "come closer baby, i wanna touch you..."

⤷ Ron - body worship

ron was very unexperienced at the start, you were basically his first everything, first girlfriend, first kiss, first lover. so when was the first time you two had sex, he was just so mesmerized by your whole body that he had to watch himself for not cumming into his pants just from the sight of your naked body. you are gorgeous in his eyes, more than that! from that time it kinda sticked with him, every time you two have sex now, he has to worship you before anything, he wants you to know how beautiful you are on his eyes...

you could feel ron's hands tracing soft patterns over your sides while his eyes were glued to your boobs. "bloody hell, baby you are so beautiful.. " he mumbled while he moved his big palms over your boobs, squeezing them lightly. "i can't belive how lucky i'm to have you, now let me make you feel good." he added before he took off your panties and kissed his way down to your pretty cunt.

⤷ Cedric - praise kink

cedric is overall very vocal when you two have sex, he either growls, hums, groans, breaths heavily or he's mumbling praises to you. he really cannot help himself when he sees you all spread under him; your legs wrapped around him, your hands scratching his back while he holds your hips and is thrusting into you, mercilessly. he always makes sure that you can hear him properly so he usually leans closer to you, brushing his lips over your ear in soft kisses, whispering praise right into your ear.

"you're doing so good princess, taking all of me like this..." he whispers into your ear, his hips are crushing against yours, his dick hitting every right spot while you're a moaning mess under him. "you feel so good, i can't get enough of you, my sweet girl.." he groans again into your ear while his tempo isn't slowing down.

⤷ Fred - public sex

fred is thrilled with the idea of getting caught, it's the adrenaline and the possessivness from him screaming, i mean he wants people to know that you're his, that you chose him and that only HE makes you feel this good. so you two usually have sex somewhere around hogwarts. empty classroom, broom closet, empty gryffindor common room, bathroom, you name it.

"shh baby, be quiet you don't want anybody to catch us, do you?" he smirks while he has you seated on a desk in empty potion class. both of you are skipping class so it's pretty quiet outside on the hallways, anyone who will walk past can hear you. he doesn't care how loud you are because he doesn't care if you two get caught, he just wants to tease you. even tho you try to be quiet, you can't help yourself and moan again. "naughty girl yeah, let everybody know how good i make you feel..."

⤷ George - orgasm denial

george loves the face you make when he pushes you to the edge but just seconds before you're about to cum, he slows down his moves or stops completely, kissing your skin instead. he also loves teasing you but the way you get all pouty and squeeze around him when he denies you your orgasm is just something he can never get tired of. but eventually he'll let you cum and it's always the best orgasm ever.

he was thrusting into you in the perfect rhythm when you felt the familiar knot forming inside your belly, but just when the knot was about to release, he stopped. instead he immediately pressed his lips against your chest, kissing you around your boobs. "i know baby, i know... i'll give you what you want but god- when you squeeze around me like this, i can't help myself."

⤷ Draco - daddy kink

draco has big daddy issues so many of you could say that he'd hate being called daddy but he actually loves it. it makes him feel good, powerful and in control which he never was while being back home so... when you started calling him like this, he didn't let you stop. he sees you as his blessing and he wants to protect you with everything he has, like a good daddy should protect his precious baby.

"you're such a good girl for daddy, princess..." draco huffed while he was buried deep inside you. his hands were pressing your knees to your chest which made you ass go little up, letting him hit the perfect spot inside you. "yes, tell me who's your daddy? mhmf-..." he continues while you're mumbling under him. he loves when those sweet words leave your pretty mouth, it almost always makes him cum in seconds.

⤷ Blaise - bondage

blaise loves seeing how your flesh presses under the bondage, making your thighs and boobs look even more soft and squishy than they already are. he either bondages your whole body or only ankles and wrists so you can't move, but he loves both equaly. he always takes his time when he's wrapping the rope around your body but he also always makes sure that everything he does is comfortable to you, it could be dangerous for you and he doesn't wanna hurt you.

"you feelin' good, babe?" he speaks while his long fingers are brushing over your inner thighs, his eyes basically glued to the plush of them. he could feel his hard dick twitching in his boxers, leaving a small wet mark over the fabric so he quickly strokes himself before he continues. "you look so pretty like this, all just for me... take a deep breath, babe, just like this..."

⤷ Theodore - deep throat

there is nothing more theo loves more than when you are on your knees, your glassy looking up at him with tears falling down your cheeks while he hears how you are gagging on his dick. he doesn't care if you have good or bad gagging reflex, you can take it for him. if it's very serious and you just have to take a quick pause, he'll let you rest for like 30s before pushing you down on his dick again, this time little deeper than before. and when you let him cum into your mouth, you got yourself "bonus" orgasm.

"ngh- fuck baby-... your tongue feels so good around me, mhmm..." he hums while his head falls down between his shoulder blades with his fingers being tangled in your hair, pushing your head lower on his dick. his groans and moans are non-stopping while he can feel himself getting closer and closer. when he looks down at you and sees your pretty, bambi eyes already staring at him, he can feel himself cum. "oh dio-... now swallow for me, amore."

⤷ Tom - choking

choking makes feel tom in control, in control of your life while he brings you the best pleasure of your life. he can feel your pulse point under his thumb while you make this incredibly fuckable face, it drives him wild and incredibly horny. he can feel your heartbeat while he also makes you feel so good, it makes him feel powerful and he's hungry for power, any kind of power. but he'd never let you pass out, that's a big no for him.

he thrusted inside and out of you, mercilessly, while he had his hand firmly wrapped around you neck, perfectly feeling how was your heart beating through your pulse point. "oh are you about to cum? yeah, cum for me, my love..." he growled when his grip got tighter, making your eyes close in pleasure. you were still moaning under him which made him go little faster. with all of this, he came as well.

⤷ Hermione - thigh riding

hermione loves when she can multitask, it's somehow comforting to her. so one time when you found her in the library, learning for some up coming test, writing into her books; you sat on her thigh, wanting to distract her, she was hooked. she loved the feeling of you on her thigh, pleasuring yourself while she could write some notes into her textbook. from that time, she loved it and she often pulls you onto her lap with her thigh in perfect position for your pussy.

she wrote the last words into her book before her hands grabbed your hips, making you move faster, making your pussy spread over her thigh. "mhm you feel good like this? yes, you do? oh i know... come on, little faster." she mumbled into your ear, kissing you all the way down to your neck while her nails dug into your soft hips making you moan.

⤷ Pansy - face-sitting

pansy is literally obsessed with your pussy and all the noises you make when her tongue is buried deep inside you. she loves to explore all your folds because every time her tongue presses against a new spot, you squeeze your thighs around her head which makes her rub her thighs against each other. her eyes are glued on you the whole time while she presses her nose against your clit.

"mhmh come on-..." she quickly mumbles before she pushes your hips more onto her mouth while her tongue pushes deep inside you. her hands helped your hips slowly move back and forth while her tongue was licking each of your folds, swallowing each of your juice that she got on her tongue. your moans filled her ears and she could see you were getting closer which made her tongue work even faster.