#hp blurbs

[bettercallwillow]

samara's 100 follower celebration!!

send in any character and i'll write a nsfw or sfw blurb for them :)

characters i write for:

remus lupin

sirius black

james potter

draco malfoy

bruce wayne

tommy shelby

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[theoreticslut]

🧸Thoughts on how the hp boys would act when their gf is being cute and clingy? Like wanting lots of cuddles and kisses 🥺

Aweee 🥺💗 of course love! I hope you like it! I’m breaking it into parts, so here’s harry, ron, fred, and george! You can find the others under my blurb masterlist.

Boys w/ a cute & clingy gf -

Harry:

-finds it so adorable

-definitely blushes bc he’s not use to pda

-loves holding you when you get clingy

-would hold you as tight as possible

-would just blush and chuckles whenever his friends tease him

-honestly feels so loved & never wants it to end

Ron:

-wouldn’t have any problems with it unless it interfered with him eating

-honestly finds the situation funny

-loves holding you and only give you a small peck when you obviously want more than some small kiss

-honestly isn’t too phased

-it does warm his heart though and brings a smile to his face

Fred:

-definitely teases in the beginning

-but quickly becomes the softest human

-will hold you and give you ALL the kisses

-will tickle you and kiss every inch of your face

-makes jokes whenever he tries to pull away to get a drink and you’re immediately reaching out for him

-“can’t leave you for a second can I?”

-low key loves all the attention though

George:

-you two would be the definition of lovesick

-he is SO SOFT

-& always wants to hold you and kiss you

-just as you want to with him

-Fred is often telling you two to focus or to get a room

-honestly he matches how clingy you are

[yellowsuitcase]

🔥ron and kind of an exhibitionist kink & thigh riding. maybe he’s doing his homework and you really wanna get off and he tells you to get off on his thigh in the back of the library

A/N: A classicccc, enjoy. Also I put this in second person just spice things up.

Warning(s): SMUT!!! Public masturbation, dirty talk, swearing, thigh riding.

You and Ron were sitting in the back of the library, you were straddling his lap while he did his homework. For a while, it was peaceful. You simply rested your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder and relaxed. But then he shifted underneath you. His crotch met yours and you could feel that he was semi-hard underneath his pants. This gave you an idea. Slowly, you began rolling your hips on him. Within seconds, Ron’s hand was grabbing your arm, forcing you to look at him.

“What’re you doing there, love?” he asked. He knew exactly what you were getting at, but he wanted to hear you say it.

“I wanna cum,” you tell him flat out, not bothering to beat around the bush. Ron smiles at you and shifts you so that you’re now straddling just his thigh.

“Get off on my thigh,” he orders you. Your eyes widen and you look at him as if he’s crazy. Ron is unphased. You glance around the library. Not many people were around, but it definitely wasn’t empty.

“People will notice, Ron,” you argue. But then he takes your hips and slowly begins grinding them against his leg. Just like that, you forget about anyone else who may or may not be watching. You grab Ron’s shoulders to steady yourself as you hump his thigh with his hands still gripping your waist. You can’t help but groan when you saw the tent in his pants.

“Good girl, keep grinding those hips, love. Keep going. It feels good, doesn’t it?” he asks you, his voice husky and low. You nod eagerly and begin to pick up your pace, desperate to cum. Ron doesn’t stop you, he loves seeing you like this.

“What a dirty girl. Riding my thigh in the library. What if Hermione stops by? Or Harry? Would you stop?” he asks. You can’t reply with words, too far gone in your desperate attempt to get off. Ron laughs and traces his finger down your neck. “You’d keep going, wouldn’t you. You’d keep grinding that wet cunt against me until you cum, even if it was right in front of our friends, wouldn’t you?”

His words gave you energy and you roll your hips even faster, feeling your climax approaching. Ron whispers sweet nothings until finally, your body freezes and you let go.

“Such a good girl,” Ron praises. He bucks his leg as you come down from your blissful haze. Each bounce of his thigh makes you jolt, and Ron loves it.

[ghostofstudentspast]

One of a kind

Charlie x Reader

Prompts: “Please shut up, I can’t stand how appealing your voice is.”

I have such a soft spot for Charlie Weasley, I think he’s so underrated and deserves so much more love!! So I wrote this little piece that’s completely and utterly filled with fluff. I also wrote it for @summer-writes writing challenge (and you should check her out too because she’s lovely)!

Three days. That’s how long it had taken for you to develop a crush on Charlie Weasley. You’d vaguely remembered him from your days at school but he was two years above you and let’s face it, Hogwarts is a big school.

Now, it was rare to see the two of you apart. You’d joined his team in Romania almost two years ago now. Starting as a glorified intern, you were more than happy to just be around the dragons. Today you were counted as an integral part of your research team. While Charlie focussed more on the handling and transporting of dragons, you were at his side to monitor the creatures’ health. Always the first to clock injuries, diet changes and sicknesses you really were an expert in the dragon department.

Not only were the two of you a wonder team but you got along like old friends. His happy go lucky demeanour sparked your creative side which meant work was never boring. Your sharp tongue counterbalanced his quick wit which meant you were always tossing back and forth a little ball of banter.

You worked together and you were known to take work home. It only made sense when the two of you moved in together a few months into your partnership. You set basic boundaries and you mostly managed to squash the tiny little voice in your head that begged for him to make a move. If being platonic meant you could have Charlie in your life, you were happy to just be friends.

Living together worked out to be a blessing, the only problem was his singing. Not because it was bad, oh no quite the opposite. His voice was gravelly and had such a warm tone to it that it was like fire whiskey to your ears. He was constantly singing, while he cooked, in the shower and even on the job. It got to the point where you would just zone out as soon as you heard his voice. It always gave you butterflies. No not butterflies, they were fully grown dragons flying around in your stomach.

“Y/N!” the object of your thoughts came bursting into your living room, full of energy as always, “there’s a rumour going around that we might be getting a Hungarian horntail in sometime this month!”

He dropped onto the sofa across from the chair you were currently perched on and grinned. The two of you had been busy at work preparing to transfer some dragons in from a sanctuary across the country. It was always exciting when you had new dragons to study and look after but Charlie was especially thrilled each time. You’d never met someone who loved their career as much as he did.

“That’s fantastic Charlie!” you closed the book that had occupied you and watched the curly headed man toss a ball up in the air as you chatted. He always needed something to keep him busy, he always had energy to burn. “I heard there’s some babies coming along as well.”

“I know, it’s fantastic,” he shot you a quick grin, “it’ll be like a brand new addition to our little family.”

“Our family?” you chuckled and raised your eyebrow at him, “that makes you what? Their uncle?”

“Mm yeah, you’re right, we’re like the fun uncle and aunt that the kids can’t wait to see at Christmas,” he stuck his tongue out at you and tossed the ball up again with ease.

“You’re one of a kind Weasley,” you shook your head and stuck your tongue back out at him.

“Then aren’t you lucky you know me?” he winked at you and rolled off the couch to stand up. You weren’t too phased by his flirty personality as much as you were when you first met him but it still kicked up a little blush on your face when he caught you off guard.

“I’m gonna shower and then I’m thinking of making pasta. You know, in case you’re interested.”

“In what, the pasta or the shower?” you flirted back and smirked up at him, “cause those are two very different offers Charles.”

“Hey, I’ll leave that for you to decide darling,” he wiggled his eyebrows and tossed the ball up and down again as he backed out of the room. He turned to leave and yelled a quick, “I’ll be in the shower!”

You smacked yourself in the forehead with your novel as your cheeks coloured red. You let yourself take the five seconds to consider following him before putting the book back in your lap and distracting yourself with the text. He just couldn’t help being flirty, you knew that, it was a part of his personality. You’d be a hypocrite if you didn’t say the same about yourself. But with Charlie it was always slightly different.

“Carbs will fix this,” you muttered, choosing to let your thoughts drift to pasta instead.

And there it was, as if on cue, Charlie singing in the shower. You couldn’t help but smile a little bit as he loudly sang along to whatever was stuck in his head today. He was far from shy and you loved that about him. The man could be comfortable anywhere and never had any shame for being a bit strange.

It was easy to fall in love with him the way you had. He was kind, fun, handsome and practically your best friend. You would be shocked if anyone managed not to fall in love with him if they were in your position. You knew you were basically an old married couple at this point anyway. Last Christmas he’d even taken you home to the Weasleys for a few days to meet his family. Normal, colleague behaviour, right?

“Hey,” Charlie stopped in the doorway on his way to his room, towel wrapped around his waist. It wasn’t rare to see Charlie walking around without a shirt, just as you would often walk around without pants. It was your house. But still, your eyes skipped over his torso and you forced your eyes to stay on his face. “so, yes on the pasta? Maybe some ice cream?”

“You should know you don’t even have to ask at this point Charlie,” you grinned and shooed him out of the room, waving your book at him.

His humming made nice background noise to your reading, trying your hardest to stay focused on the words on the page. Eventually you gave up and decided to see if you could help in the kitchen. There you found Charlie stirring a pan on the stove and humming along to the radio he had playing from the counter.

“You know you have a wand right?” you crossed your arms with an amused smile playing on your lips.

“You know, somehow this seems safer for me,” Charlie barked out a laugh and turned to grin at you, “don’t exactly have a great track record with household magic do I sweetheart?”

“Can’t deny that,” you laughed and pulled some plates out of the cupboard and started setting the little table in the centre of the kitchen. The two of you sitting down to gorge yourself on cheesy goodness.

You often split the chores between you, alternating who cooked for who. It wasn’t really a competition to see who was the better cook between you but if there’s one thing he could cook well it was comfort food. Something that came naturally to the Weasleys was a creating comforting environment so it was no surprise.

“Nope, I got it!” You grabbed Charlie’s plate before he could get up and put it away, “You cooked, I clean.”

“You’re too good to me,” Charlie chuckled and helped bring everything to the sink, “one of these days my mother will demand I marry you.”

You bit the inside of your cheek and turned towards the sink so he couldn’t see your eyes widen. Wouldn’t be so bad Charlie, you thought to yourself. You could hear him continue to hum along from the living room as you flicked your wand over the dirty plates to clean them. He came waltzing back into the kitchen as Frank Sinatra played over the speakers. Reaching out his hands dramatically to serenade you as you leant against the counter and crossed your arms with a smirk.

“Please shut up, I can’t stand how appealing your voice is,” you pretended to plug your ears.

Charlie just shook his head with a grin and continued singing, grabbing your hand to pull you into the kitchen to join him in his dancing.

I could be a king on crown

Humble or poor, rich or renowned

There is nothing I couldn't do

If I had you

You let out a laugh as he spun you towards him and rocked the two of you back and forth. Your hand clasped in his, the other on your waist he danced the two of you through the small kitchen. Resting your head on his shoulder, eyes closed as you listened to him sing along. He smelled like fire and cinnamon and Autumn. A smile was permanently stuck on your face even as your heart skipped a beat.

His hand was warm against yours, scars littered his fingers and forearms along with light freckles from the sun. His thumb stroked the back of your hand as you swayed comfortably, the music fading out.

You opened your eyes to look up at the man who held your heart and were surprised to find him looking back. His hand travelled up to your cheek and his calloused thumb stroked your cheek gently. You held your breath and nuzzled your cheek into his hand.

“I am so insanely in love with you,” he whispered. It was so soft, you’d feared you’d misheard him somehow. “It’s driving me crazy Y/N.”

Without second thought you stood up on your toes and pressed your lips to his. Your arms easily resting on his shoulders, pulling him closer to you as his hands gripped your waist and steadied you. His lips were soft and moved perfectly against yours. You smiled into the kiss and let out a soft chuckle as your forehead came to rest against his, the two of you smiling and laughing breathlessly.

“I love you,” you smiled, “I’m so in love with you,” you let out a joyful laugh as Charlie picked you up with a dopey grin on his face and kissed you again. You wound your hands in his hair as he held you against him.

“Thank god,” he laughed as he set you down, your feet touching the floor again. “there was a moment there where I thought I’d have to find the dragons a new aunt.”

You slapped his chest with a laugh and rolled your eyes at him. He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and kissed your forehead it’s a smile. It was everything you could have possibly hoped for with Charlie.

“So you really think my voice is incredibly appealing huh?” he asked with an innocent expression in his face, a gleam of mischief in his eyes.

“Oh shut up,” you laughed as your face flushed again.

“No, In considering a career change now,” he teased, “Yeah I can see it now, Charlie the dragon taming pop star.” he squeezed your hip with his hand.

“Right, you call me when that works out,” you snorted and patted his chest with your hand.

“What if I can’t wait that long to call you?” he smiled at you and kissed the tip of your nose.

“I’m sure we can arrange something,” you smirked and tugged him down by the front of his shirt to kiss him again.

[magnolia-among-the-stars]

ornament blurb [ron weasley]

c h r i s t m a s  b l u r b: ornament 

character: Ron Weasley

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The holidays at the Burrow may have been your favorite time of the year. The scent of cinnamon and freshly baked goods, the warmth of the roaring fireplace and Molly repeatedly throwing a knitted blanket over your shoulders just always encased you with the most homey feeling in the world. When Ron came to you in the Great Hall, rouged cheeks and stuttered slightly as he asked if you wanted to come home with him - you couldn’t contain your excitement. 

Now, snuggled up against Ron’s broad chest on the worn golden couch, you couldn’t feel more in love. The branches of the Weasley’s Christmas tree brushed from wall to wall, covered head to toe with delicate colored strands of lights and various ornaments - mostly decorated and designed by the kids as they grew up. 

Ron’s hand rubbed your shoulder gently, his nose dancing along your hairline as he enjoyed your presence. “‘M so happy you came,” he mumbled against your hair, inhaling deeply as he sighed with content. A small smile crept onto your lips, burning face tucked into the freckled skin of his neck. 

“I’m so happy you invited me,” you giggled as he wrapped his arms around your soft thighs, pulling them to drape over his lap. 

Ron gnawed on his bottom lip, staring down at you through his light lashes. “I’ve got something for you,” he admitted as he pulled a bag out of what felt like thin air and placed it on you. You stared at it for a moment before glancing up at him.

“Ronald,” you teased playfully, “It’s not Christmas yet.” He shrugged and wiggled his eyebrows. You reached into the bag, pulling away some of the bright red tissue paper to pull out a round shaped object. Glancing closer to it, you realized it was a slice of wood with a magical rotating series of photos Molly had taken with one of Arthur’s muggle devices, all pictures of the two of you. At the top, a small piece of twine wrapped through it. It was the sweetest thing you’d ever seen. You sniffled slightly, glancing up at your boyfriend with tears in your eyes. “Ron, this is so beautiful.” 

Ron gleamed with pride, tugging you tighter into him. “You’re beautiful. Merry Christmas Y/N,” he said, leaning forward to press his lips to yours.

[roonilwazlibimagines]

Neville w/ a slytherin girlfriend headcannons?

Neville would be very hesitant when dating Slytherin, considering its reputation and the people in his life, but once he met you he just couldn’t help himself. He would’ve tried to get you to notice him, but he wouldn’t want to be too obvious about it. He would be in the same places as you and try to walk next to you in the hallway and unknown to him, it was working. 

You were the one to ask him out and you knew he would probably say no considering your house, but he said yes and you were ecstatic. You planned the date and he stuttered a reply. You beamed at him and kissed his cheek before almost skipping away. 

Your first date was sweet and amazing and you loved spending time with Neville. Neville always had his doubts though, he always thought that you might one day just break up with him or say it was all a joke, but your feelings for him were true. You could tell that he was holding back and wasn’t really in it so you would be the one to say the first ‘I love you’. Neville was shocked, but he said it back and that was when he knew it was really real.

He was always sweet and kind to you, he would bring you plants or flowers because they reminded him of you or he would bring you chocolate or lollies because he knows it’s your favourite. 

But he didn’t really like your friends, he was always scared around them and you knew this and you didn’t want to put him in any situation he wasn’t comfortable with. You tried to get them together, but it just didn’t work. 

You were the ‘leader’ in the relationship. You were the one who initiated dates, who leant in for kisses and just encouraged Neville. You were the one who stood up to the people who bullied him and made him feel worthy afterwards. 

He would be nervous to show you to his grandmother, but he told her not to take your house into consideration because it was wrong to judge someone by a house. 

Your relationship was filled with love and laughter and although Neville still couldn’t believe you were dating him, he loved you with all his heart. 

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[mischieviousmarauder]

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[theoreticslut]

First time saying “I love you”

Draco, Blaise, & Tom

warnings: none

A/N: This was requested as part of my 1.1k sleepover! All other boys can be found under my blurb masterlist!

Draco:

-he’d be stressed

-bc the boy almost always is

-being his best friend you’d notice and would urge him to cuddle with you

-you just hold him and play with his hair

-let him rant if he wants to

-“hey, Draco? You know I love you right? Like a lot. I hate watching you be so stressed over everything. I am here for you.”

-it’d take a moment for him to understand

-bc he wants to think you mean “love” in the romantic sense but he also doesn’t want to assume anything

-you are best friends for crying out loud, he doesn’t want to mess that up

-“love?” / “yes, Draco. I love you.” / “like romantically?”

-would burst with joy when you nod and smile at him

-“I love you too, princess.”

~.~

Blaise:

-is probably being sarcastic and rude to a housemate or a housemate’s friend

-“Blaise, be nice. There’s a reason I love you and it’s not this, I can tell you that.”

-is surprised and confused

-“you what?” / “I love you?” / “you love me? Really?” / “yeah?”

-nods as he processes that

-“good. I love you too.”

-very formal about it bc ‘shit I didn’t think I’d be telling you this way & I didn’t think you’d like me back & now I don’t know what to do.’

~.~

Tom:

-you’d be studying together or just sitting in the quietness together

-maybe you’re staring at him & he catches on

-“what’re you staring at?”

-“you.”

-“me? Why?”

-“I love you.”

-takes a second to regain his thoughts bc he’s never actually heard anyone say that to him before

-“gross. Now stop staring at me, you have work to do.”

-“yeah, yeah. I still love you, even if it is gross, riddle.”

-“good. I might love you too...just a little.”