Watching students answer the poll correctly is always a blessing but for those who did answer incorrectly, do not try to use that spell on any body part, you will be in severe agony and will need the nurse to fully examine you.
Request: Can I request some filthy-filthy smut as part of Ramsay x Reader Hogwarts AU series, where he takes pictures with magic camera of her pleasuring herself, and then jerks off thinking of her and watching those pictures? Something like Ramsay POV, taking place after what happened in Amortentia? Thank you sooooo much! ( @blog-lady-vi )
Foto Hera II Amortentia (Ramsay Bolton Masterlist)
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It was like an itch. A rash grew louder inside my head. I desperately wanted nothing more than to scratch it. Looking at her drove me mad. I wanted every part of her in my mouth or in my hands. I wanted to hear her squeal and hear her cry. She was explaining some damned part of history for Professor Binns, and I wanted her to shut up.
If I stared anymore at the back of her sweet head, I would’ve burned it. She meant nothing to me if she was dead. I would never harm her, but I had to admit, imagining myself with my hands around her throat sounded delightful. I felt a nudge from my left side.
“Stop fetishizing her for two seconds? Class is over,” Myranda brought me out of my head. A shame, too. I was getting to the good parts where she could barely breathe my name. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I answered her. I twisted my wrist and cracked the bones there.
“You sure you’re alright?” Myranda asked again. I stormed past her and towards Y/N. I needed her. I grabbed her by her arm and dragged her away from her friends and down another hallway. She fought against me and stopped walking.
“We’re public now. You know that, right? We don’t have to hide like this anymore.”
“Are you free later?” I asked her, ignoring her statement. My needs were more important.
“No, I told you. I have a Prefect meeting tonight,” her eyebrows knitted together. She came close to me and I smelled her perfume on her chest. Lavender. I loved it when she smelled like lavender. I felt like spiraling into her body again. “Are you okay?”
I took a sharp inhale of normal-lavender-less air. “I’m fine. It’s fine.” I had been kicked out of the Prefects after administering inappropriate corporal punishment on a first year. In my eyes, the little shit deserved it. Of course, Dumbledore and I didn’t see eye to eye.
She took a step closer to me. The lavender scent taking over my senses again. Her hair fell out of place. Her voice right next to my ear.
“Did you wanna sneak out somewhere tonight?” I hated that she knew exactly what I wanted. As much as I wanted to take out every piece of sexual frustration on her, I couldn’t risk her position as a Prefect. It wasn’t part of the plan. I pushed her away with all the power I had.
“No, yo—we don’t have to do that,” I told her. “Go to your meeting. Go to sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She kissed me goodbye with her soft lips and I found myself hungry for more. I kissed her deeper than I meant to. I bit her bottom lip slightly and let go.
“Are you sure?” she asked. I nodded and went off. Her fingers brushed against my sweater. I needed to cool off. Keeping myself in check was more difficult when she encouraged my terrible thirst for her. After a cold shower and staring at a Slytherin boy picking his nose, I felt fine.
That is, until Joffery showed me his camera. I saw naughty pictures of Sansa and other girls spread across his bed. Their skirts were moving. Their legs were long. I felt that same annoying hunger in my groin again.
“They don’t expect it, you know,” he laughed, proud of his work. My eyes looked over their soft hair and smiles. Innocent, pretty things they were. I have an innocent, pretty thing.
“How’d you manage it?” I asked him. My thumb ran against my bottom lip while I inspected the camera. Joffery held it up and showed me.
“Stupid muggle object. Stole it from the Ministry and then I toyed with it. It doesn’t make any noise. You could leave it hidden and wave your wand to take the pictures. It’s almost brilliant, I know.” Joffery said as-a-matter-of-factly. I didn’t care for his attitude, so when he wasn’t looking I took his camera.
I snuck out later that night in all black. Stupid Potter had his damn cloak, but I was smarter than him. As Y/N figured out, I was talented at confusing people and tricking them. I’ve never been caught at night because most professors who catch me can’t remember why they were out of bed.
What was I even doing? Had my own hunger taken over me to be this desperate? The thought of Y/N’s skirt moving and seeing what was under there had my mouth salivating. Yes, this was worth it. The Prefect meeting room had been empty. She must be nearby. I stalked the hallways, listening for any sign of anyone until I heard moaning from the Prefect bathroom.
I opened the door slowly making sure no sound escaped. Bubbles were disappearing into the colorful water and she sat there moaning. Her eyes were closed. Her chest was exposed to me. Her hands were in the water. Oh, Y/N. You terrible thing.
A smile tugged at my face as I levitated the camera in a hidden spot. I heard her moan louder. As delicious as that sounded, I couldn’t dare join her. If I ruined her any more, I fear she would be taken away from me. I did what I intended. I waved the wand in a small circular motion. The flash and sound were muted, just as Joffery said.
“Ramsay,” Y/N moaned. Fuck, she was thinking of me. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe she wasn’t an innocent, pretty thing after all. I took another glance at her. I watched the water touch her breasts. How badly I wanted to be the water and touch and surround her. I wanted her to be mine so badly that it burned my mind. A few more waves of my wand, and I quietly levitated the camera back to me.
I couldn’t go back to the Slytherin dorms. I wouldn’t show anyone what was mine. Y/N’s body was mine to see and have. Joffery’s eyes would never gaze upon her like that.
I slipped into a divination classroom. Twinkling lights still lit up the room, but very dimly. Trelawney’s classroom was in a high tower; this one sat in the middle of the castle. Purple pillows and soft bean bags were scattered throughout. Stars decorated the walls on a background of inky blue. I put the camera on the desk which was just as messy as Trelawney’s. Crystal balls of different sizes crowded a corner of the desk while worksheets displaying phases of the moon were in piles with untouched homework.
Now the question was how to get the damn pictures out of the camera. I waved my wand back and forth in short bursts. A picture fell out of the slot. Then another. Then another. Then another. Until I had an array of pictures of Y/N pleasuring herself in the bath. Each of them moved in their own way. The first was focused on her chest. How wet her breasts were while the water bobbed up and down them. Another one captured her face when she moaned my name. I could hear her quiet voice say it to me.
Heat rose to my face. I couldn’t take it anymore. My unsated desire for her was driving me mad. I looked around the room once more to see the emptiness. I turned towards the only door in the room and clearly told it my intentions.
“Colloportus maxima.” I heard the final click of the door. No one would bother me now. It was only me and her pictures. I held the pile in my hand while I leaned back in one of the softer bean bags. It sunk under my weight, but it had to do. My hand dug into my pants and felt the hardness of him. The first picture teased by showing me the drops of water that were left on her breasts.
I imagined my hands all over them, squeezing and tugging at her nipples. Watching her wince in pain made me even harder. I started to tug on myself while I thought of her moaning my name over and over again. The second picture showed me her hands inside herself. How her fingers worked to pleasure herself was astonishing, but I felt jealous. I wanted those to be my fingers going in and out of her. I wanted to be the source of her pleasure.
It wasn’t too long where I imagined her warmth on top of me. Her breath and lips on my neck. Her body hovering over mine while I increased the speed on myself. I imagined my filthy, pretty thing’s mouth taking me all in. I imagined my hand on her head, forcing her down onto me until I heard the poor thing gag. I felt her wet saliva all over me as I made her stay there. Gagging on my cock was too much of a thought.
I felt myself nearing an end as I looked at more pictures. I heard my name moaned over and over again while I dropped them. Her eyes rolling back. Her hips bucking. Her breasts bobbing in the damn water. I felt my eyes roll back as my mess went all over my pants and the bean bag. I exhaled as I looked at the last picture of Y/N smiling.
What are you doing to me, my filthy sweetling?
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Pop 25 Spells From The Magical World Of Harry Potter
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Harry Potter’s world was, and always will be, magical – both figuratively and literally. Not only are the films and books about a boy wizard who goes to a school for witches and wizards, but the series taught a whole generation of children to read; the gift of literacy is magical in and of itself.
In J.K. Rowling’s dazzling books, she carefully crafted a world filled with…
Summary: clotpoleofthelord: "Sam locks Cas and Dean in the car and doesn’t let them out until they’ve worked out their tension."
Comments: Fic isn't 100% match to prompt. More like: Sam locks Cas and Dean in car for fixed 8-hour spell length until they stop fighting.
Not sure how much I like how Cas is written in this. He acts like he's terrified of Dean, like he's scared that Dean will physically harm him. I do like that it isn't just magically fixed in one night. They have to work on their relationship to fix it.
I had to look this up, but colloportus is the harry potter spell used to lock doors (collo: greek for "glue" or "stick" and latin portus for "door")
