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#harry potter ootp
toorumlk · 12 days
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ginger n spice 🫚🌰
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whorediaries-09 · 7 months
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hii i hope you’re doing well!! could i please request sex w harry that starts off rough because it’s exam season + added stress from voldy and it’s been awhile so he can’t get enough of the reader!! but then he kinda breaks and is less rough and much more loving & romantic w/ prompt #7 :)
hi love! i love this request so much! i hope my writing does justice to it 😵‍💫
keep your body open,
pairing- harry potter x reader warning(s)- 18+ content, drinking. a/n- my mans so underrated in his own series.
prompt - breeding + 'let me cum in you. please let me fuck my babies into you.'
ps - i know your request didn't have breeding kink in it, but without a kink, the whole point of kinkotober is missed. so i hope you don't mind xoxo
the slut club kinkotober rules kinkotober masterlist
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'so hard to ignore ya, 'specially when I'm smoking, swim world is on my shoulders, keep your body open, swim'
his lips trail over your neck, his teeth sinking into your skin. the alcohol staggering his heavy breathes. if someone told you that harry james potter would be straddling your hips, and kissing you so feverishly, as if he couldn't get enough of you, you would have laughed. but now that he was upon you, breathing you in, touching you in the ways you'd only fantasized about in your wildest dreams.
but now that he was upon you all of it seemed to be real. he captured your lips with yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth, teeth biting your lower lip as your tongue tantalized a dance with his. his hands worked on the buttons of your blouse, and you fingers fiddled with the button of his trousers. he moaned into your mouth and left your lips, a string of saliva connecting your lips.
'you don't know how long i've wanted you,' he breathed, sliding down your skirt down your hips. with a dazed look at your naked raw self, his tone grew sturdy,
'tell me what you want.' he demanded. with a gazed look of need and lust in your eyes, you fluttered your eyelashes and spoke, your voice breaking as he positioned his cock at your slit.
'i want you to fuck me,' you plead. he grunted,
'fucking pathetic.' he teases the tip of his erection at your clit and you let out heavy breathes, your chest heaving. he pushed his cock into you, a wanton moan leaving your lips. your walls gripped him tight, and he heaved a sigh, letting you adjust with the his girth. you closed your eyes as he slowly started moving his cock out and pushed himself back again. he takes your hands and places them on his chest, motioning you to get rid of his t-shirt. your nails dig into the fabric, tearing it off, and he starts to indulge in the warmth of your core with the most animalistic speed you had experienced.
'fuck;' you scream, as he curls his hand under your waist, pulling your body closer to his, breathing heavily into your neck as his pace brutally ravaged you from within. he tore apart the walls of your sanity and it was a like a mercurial high, when you felt him hit your spot. the nerves prodding at his cock brushed with your cunt so perfectly, you thought you'd pass out. he was a bit too brutal, occupied in his own headspace to show you his desire for you.
'harry...please sl-shit-slower,' you whispered. his breathing hitched with the way you said his name, and he slowed down his pace, enjoying the way you pussy engulfed him, letting you enjoy the blissful mannerism of his touch.
you felt the bubbling coil of the orgasm erupting in your stomach. your nails dug into the his toned back, as you felt the slow, lazy drag of his cock in you. it set fireworks in your heart, collywobbles consuming you and a light of fiery fire of lust that had to be broken down.
you bit his shoulder, your fingers crawling down to your clit to rub it, but he slapped your hand away. he grunted, his heavy breathe sending shuddering tickles down your spine.
'who's cunt is this?' you merely groaned at the question, desperate for your release.
'i said who's cunt is this.' he demanded, his pace faster now, your guts bottling up the orgasm which peaked,
'yours, yours, please let me cum,' you screamed, as his finger rubbed your clit in circles. your walls clenched around his girth, as you felt your orgasm escape, the tension leaving your stomach, and you let out a wanton shout of relief. his hand loosened around your back as he rammed into you, chasing his own release. half begging, half dazed by your exhausted beauty, he groaned,
'let me cum in you. please let me fuck my babies into you.'
your cheeks blazed hot as you replied,
'go ahead harry, give me your babies,' he growled, as you clenched around him, feeling his white hot seed spilling inside you
'keep your body open,'
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kookooka2 · 7 months
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ronsharry · 17 days
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harry james potter headcanons pt 72736728 !!
1. he has photographic memory(idk)
2. harry wasn’t really a fan of dogs before sirius, mostly because of his experiences with aunt marge’s pitbull. but after meeting padfoot and other dogs…he’s definitely a dog person.
3. contrary to the last one, his animagus is a black cat.
4. sirius gave him his leather jacket<33
5. is one of the best gift givers. partially because he has the money to do it and bc he remembers even the smallest details of what his friends like.
6. always carries headphones in his bag/and luna stuck random colourful stickers on them
7. is the best at try not to laugh challenges
8. is an observer.
9. was the donkey in the christmas nativity at primary school (THIS IS SO RANDOM)
10. his favourite place to nap is in the gryffindor common room beside the fireplace
11. he’s an introvert (it’s canon okay?)
12. has iron deficiency bc i have it and that means harry has it
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fresiants · 1 year
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I love how Sirius tried to intimidate Severus with his height during the kitchen scene in OOTP (and how Severus instinctively reached for his wand in response.)
Smol Severus supremacy
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holmesandtheroman · 10 months
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not to bring up hp discourse but why tf didn’t Ravenclaws make it their year’s goal to maliciously comply to umbridge’s educational decrees? like I would have made it my life’s mission to bog that bitch down with so much paperwork she would HAVE to quit. all weasley products banned? all right, bet… any literature or research published by former professor Matilda Weasley that might be part of the curriculum is off the table. please revise the curriculum and submit it to the ministry for approval. all incoming and outgoing mail will be under review? fine, guess who just signed up for literally every wizarding catalog EVER which means that you now have piles of my mail to go through? we’re banned from discussing “the upsetting incidents from the previous year”? very well… what constitutes as upsetting? Is any event I consider to be upset prohibited? I’m sorry, I’m afraid I can’t use the curriculum I did last year to facilitate this year’s studies; it was very upsetting to me. we must submit complaints about Hogwarts staff in writing? guess who is going to be receiving an extremely detailed tome of every single professor’s every action that mildly inconvenienced me since I started school? I would make that bitch QUIT
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milleeeeeee · 11 months
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pt.43
yeah, not necessarily a marauders meme, but yk…it fit so perfectly, i just had to :)
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hum-suffer · 7 months
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The brothers Black
It's late. He should go to sleep. He has Harry to look after now, he should set a better example.
The said teen is sitting on the floor beside him, and for a moment Sirius is caught in the nostalgia of just how much Harry reminds him of himself.
It's a bad thing, really. He wasn't the best guy around. Hell, Sirius thinks he was probably a menace to even think about. Harry, Harry is better. Sirius remembers picking up the newborn Harry Potter in his hands and hugging him. Sirius remembers closing his eyes and apologising to the ghost of a dead Regulus because Sirius had never hugged his baby brother as much as he deserved.
Sirius puts off his cigarette and runs a hand down his face. Fuck.
Reggie.
Beside him, Harry looks at him with worried eyes. "We don't have to continue, Sirius," he says, perceptive boy. "I can leave—"
"Not necessary, kid," he says, pulling out the last of photos from the shoe box. Harry shuffles closer, almost cuddling him. Sirius quietly points out the people he never got to see grow older. Marlene, her puns and her affinity for everything yellow. Pandora, her heart and her necessity to constantly have chocolates on her person. Dorcas, her loud army boots and bright sundresses.
The last photo in his hand doesn't belong in the shoebox.
It's Reggie and him, Sirius has his brother in his arms and his lips pressed to Reggie's head, eyes closed tight. But it's Sirius, he knows this moment.
Three weeks before Sirius started Hogwarts, Reggie was sure that Hogwarts would steal his brother from him.
(Didn't it?)
Poor boy had been promising to be the best brother in the world, begging Sirius to keep loving him.
Sirius doesn't know when tears blurred his eyes but the ache in his chest comes back full force at his brother's innocent face, still red because of crying and eyes scrunched up close behind Sirius' hand. Sirius was supposed to protect him. Keep his eyes closed, never show him the blood and death that was carved into their fate.
"Regulus." Harry breathes beside Sirius and even the boy sounds pained. He leans further into Sirius and Sirius. Sirius is a greedy man. He takes the opportunity with desperation and puts his arm around Harry's shoulder, pulls him in.
(Everyone he touches will turn out dead. But Harry can't be dead, no, that's his boy, that's his child, he can't, no, not his boy—)
As they've done with every other picture, Sirius turned the photo behind to read who clicked it and when, even if he remembers the dates like they're tattooed on his spine.
But the back of the photo isn't only that. It reads,
Dearest Siri,
I don't know how to tell you how sorry I am. For the first time in my life, words fail me. I've failed everything you've ever tried to teach me— all in for a blind wish that was always impossible.
I've heard your silence, I've heard your screams and it seems that it's all I can remember. I am your shadow, no matter how much mother and father try to force the fact to be false. I want your presence, brother. I do not know how to exist without you. It is the only demand I can still make from fate— for even fate will have to pry you from my dead hands.
You are my brother. You are an ache in my chest and nowadays, I only ever breathe to feel this ache. The letters you've written to me are in my room, you will know where. The letters I've never sent you will be there. Burn them, Siri. I am going down a path of betrayal— towards you, towards our name, towards James, towards the Dark Lord as well. Of all the betrayals I've committed, my biggest regret will be not seeing you before I walk towards death.
Remember me, Siri. Let me stay alive with you. Let me take a part of you as I die.
Yours,
RA Reggie.
Clicked by Andromeda, 18/8/71
Panic burns through Sirius and he's heaving— choking on his tears and sobs and gasps.
His brother. His baby brother. He clutches the photo tighter and cradles it to his heart and wails. Regulus.
The ache in his chest blooms anew and Sirius wants to claw at his chest and find that piece of Regulus that's always lived beside Sirius' heart. Brother. My brother. My only brother. My little brother.
Regulus. Regulus. Reggie. Reggie. Reggie. Baby. Reg. Ree. Reg. Reggie.
Sirius slams his fist on the floor and he welcomes the pain that comes with it, his sobs almost cover the thuds his fist is making and he doesn't want to live. His brother. An open wound in his chest, his brother. Sirius wants to burn himself alive, like Reggie wanted to burn those letters.
"My brother." He wails, not sure if anyone will understand what he's saying but he doesn't expect them to, no one will ever understand just what his brother is, was.
There's a hand on his shoulder and Sirius heaves again. He has failed everyone he cared for, and he failed his blood the most. His boy, his brave Reggie.
Harry doesn't speak but keeps his hold on Sirius' elbow and Sirius wishes he would choke him or plunge his hand in Sirius' chest and drag his heart out— Reggie died with a wish to see Sirius, his poor brother, his baby, his Reggie— he doesn't want to live knowing how Reggie suffered and sobbed.
Because even if his brother is dead, Sirius is alive and thus, so is Reggie. Sirius can feel the sobs that must have wrecked Reggie, he can hear all the whimpers Reggie had to subside because he couldn't wake Mother and he can feel all the bile in his throat that his brother must have thrown up during one of his panic episodes.
And now, Harry rises up on his knees and holds Sirius— as Sirius was holding Reggie in that photo. As Harry's hand covers his eyes, Sirius feels the darkness that must have been the last thing Reggie saw.
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urstarlitharlot · 22 days
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confession as a harry girly i never got over my grudge w percy weasley after tgat note he sent ron shit talking him in ootp
like i know he was just worried about his brother but at the same time fuck that noise what was he being messy for 😭
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raekensluver · 2 years
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exhibition kink; fred weasley x fem!reader
what the title says. fred weasley with an exhibition kink....this is my first post of any of my writing, so if it's terrible, I apologize!
currently imagining ootp fred but u can imagine whichever era you want
you're staying over at the burrow
its summer and you, fred and george are sharing a bedroom
you and fred have been dating for a while
you two are sleeping in the same bed while george is on the other on the other side of the room
i feel like this whole thing starts from one of you having a wet dream about the other
it's you.
you have the dream.
fred is woken up by your soft moaning/whimpering
as you wake up by yourself and realize what you were doing fred would whisper to you
"what were you dreaming about my love?"
with the cheekiest smile ever
bc I said so
and that's when you would tell him.
"you..."
"oh? what was i doing?"
"you were kissing me..."
"yeah? like this?
he would usher you onto his lap
and then he would start kissing your neck and somehow his hands would end up under your shirt.
your also wearing one of his shirts with no bra along with small pajama shorts while fred is shirtless and in pajama pants
as fred's really starting to get into it you would stop him and ask
"fred- what about george? what if he hears and wakes up...?
nervously glancing over to where he was sleeping
"then we gotta make sure he doesn't hear....can you do that for me love?"
you're still hesitant but let him continue
fred's now very impatient and eventually rips his shirt off of you and flips you and himself over so you're on the bottom
george is still fast asleep
 freds head is currently nestled between your shoulder while he's kissing ur neck
his hair is tickling your neck
his right hand is on the back of your head while his left is on the side of your neck
let us take a moment of silence for how god damn sexy this man's hands are omg
your hands are tangled in his hair
this seems like the moment you would let a small moan slip out
"be quiet darling....you don't want georgie to hear do you?"
when he finally buries his cock in you, you moan fairly loudly
"yea? you like that? does my pretty girl like that?"
right before he cums, it's one hard thrust and then it happens.
as he cums, it’s inside you and he’s groaning while his head is buried in your shoulder
"bloody hell y/n"
breeding kink much?
and he keeps going until he gets really overstimulated bc I said so
once both of you finish, he gets off of you and lays beside you, and gives you a kiss on the forehead
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roses-red-and-pink · 7 months
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I just finished rewatching the order of the phoenix with my aunt and uncle and here are some thoughts
Ron.Weasley.Supremacy. I know the movies really water him down and take away some of his core traits and give them to hermione, but I think this movie is the best for showing his true character. He stands up to everyone for Harry, he attacks grawp for hermione, he’s always looking out for Harry. when Harry says they need to go get Sirius, hermione tells him it might be a trap and Harry’s like “idc! I can’t let him die!” And Ron just immediately says “ok what do we need to do.” Gets them away from the inquisitorial squad, and Insists that Harry doesn’t need to go to the ministry alone. I love him with my whole heart! I think this movie is the best at doing him justice.
On a related note: Ron and hermione as tired parents. Harry is being angsty and angry and sad and Ron and hermione share sooo many little concerned eye glances with each other. Making sure he’s ok, setting him up with his crush, getting him to bed. They really are Mom and dad.
Romione moments in this film are subtle, but there. Hermione telling Ron he’s clever, Ron trying to save her from grawp, their mutual concern over Harry, the way she stands closer to him than Harry.
My shipper heart noticed all the subtle Hinny moments. Harry’s overjoyed and proud face when ginny used the reducto curse, the way her face fell whenever cho was mentioned. How she hung back and looked at Harry when he went to go talk to cho before their kiss. My pining girl, pretending she isn’t pining. Also hi Michael corner! He was there lol.
Big thing for me was HUGE appreciation for Harry as a character. This boy, this 15 year old boy is going through SO much. His anger and fear that it is all his fault and he is a bad person is so relatable to me right now. But when Voldemort possesses him, he can’t stay because Harry has friendship and love, and can even find it in himself to feel sorry for Voldemort. Yes Harry has deep trauma and wounds, but he also has light, and joy! He is so GOOD. He’s not perfect as we see many times. But he is at his core a good good person. And that goodness and that light carry him through these amazingly difficult things. I am just so proud of him :,)
Cho and Harry… it was so awkward hahaha. That kiss was just so stilted, the way they stayed like 10 inches apart while they kissed, I love it. It really speaks to how awkward their relationship was. Also how when hagrid came back he immediately left her to go see him. I can’t help but compare to (book, obviously) ginny and Harry’s relationship where their first kiss was 100%- no half hearted stilted kissing here! Although maybe David Yates just hates Harry having fun kisses because in HBP movie his kiss with ginny is pretty subpar too…
Umbridge was terrible as always. Also I loved Alan Rickman as snape particularly in the occulmency lessons.
Ok one more thing about Harry: he is really good at magic. In the hogs head when they keep bringing up stuff he’s done and he’s like “but I had help! It wasn’t me!” But my boy, you DID cast a patronus at 13, and you DID kill a basilisk, and you DID survive Voldemort. Sure you had help, but you’re also a pretty darn powerful wizard.
In conclusion, I love Harry. He’s amazing. Also Ron is the best friend ever.
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camaleao · 8 months
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picture this: in 1995, the weasleys (+harry and hermione) somehow end up fucking something up and time travel to somewhere in the 2000’s and, suddenly, the war is over, they are all married, having kids, etc. they actually end up in one of the golden trio’s place and the people who have to get them into their “present” is harry, ron, hermione and ginny and they have no idea how to do it. firstly, they tried to figure things out by themselves because they don’t want the ministry getting involved, but it becomes very hard to try to send them back into the past, while also trying not to reveal any meaningful information like who died, who married who, children, etc, just in case they aren’t able to obliviate them. they try so hard to keep the fact that they are LITTERALLY married to each other from their past selves they eventually can’t figure out how to get them in the past again. when I inagine this, I imagine that this happens around the time where ginny is pregnant with albus (who does NOT have this name in MY universe, seriously I would rather name my child Rudolph rather than albus, why couldn’t they just name him Daniel or smth) and baby james sirius and tiny tiny rose are sleeping in the next room #messy. the fact that they try to keep this all a secret makes the situation extremely hilarious (and it’s even funnier because I imagine that they let little details spill out) and when they finally decide to let the ministry know what has happened and get the all clear to say anything they want because the ministry is going to obliviate them once they go into the past again, they tell the 1995 weasleys all about the war and how their lives have changed since then and obviously mrs.weasley cries the life out of herself because she has like a gazillion grandchildren and it’s all very funny.
IM TALKING ABOUT ROMIONE AND HINNY FLUFF AND MOMENTS AND CHILDREN AND WHATEVER. my heart literally melts
can someone pls write this ?!?!?!?!?!?!!!?! 😍🥰⭐️☀️😘🫃😻🤩🤨 I’m extremely lazy 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼
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whorediaries-09 · 3 months
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i didn’t say hi last time my bad💀 BUT how do we feel about harry potter smut? like f.i.lt.h.y.
we feel very 🕯️bonita🕯️ about it... come on...
blue jeans;
pairing- professor!harry potter x reader warning(s)- 18+ content. (let me know if i should add more) a/n- what have i done.
the slut club valentine's day event
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i told you I wanted more but that's not what I had in mind
'didn't think draco malfoy could fuck you as good as i do did ya, sweetie?' your professor grunts, his bearded face tickling the crook of your neck as his finger circled upon your clothed clit. you buck your hips into his hand, reaching out for the friction of his fingers on your sensitive cunt, begging to be touched. your hands worked on his belt as the grip around your throat tightens, as he buries his sharp nose into your locks, inhaling the scent of your shampoo. a rush of warmth sizzled under your skin, as he pressed you against the wall.
'yes, baby? i asked you a question didn't i?' he inquires, his voice a threat to your already pounding heart, a malice weaved into his tone which sends tickles of fear down your spine. it was a threat to stop you from being quiet, a threat to hear the whimpers of fear and arousal he lit up within you.
'no-no-ah' you moaned as he teases your slit through your trousers. a grip on your throat tight, he weaves his fingers into your locks, pulling you towards his desk. he forces your back towards it, the mahogany of the desk digging into your trouser covered hips.
he pulls on your hair, tilting your head, to make you meet his emerald eyes. leaving a filthy flick of tongue on your lips parted with fear or excitement, he groans as you clench your thighs around his hand.
'no?' he inquires, even though he completely knew the answer. he takes his hand out from between your thighs, rubbing the slightly wet fingers on your lips. you part your lips, wrapping your lips around his fingers, sucking on your arousal.
'no, harry,' you gargle around his fingers, as you feel him tickle your throat. he leans down so lick your earlobe, and goosebumps arise on your skin at the action.
harry groans, his hand squishing your cheeks together, bringing your lips together in a fiery lip-lock, clashes of lip, teeth and tongue. it's a carnally filthy dance of lips teeth and tongue, a steady pace of both of your hearts beating rapidly against each other's flushed chests. he swallows moans and whimpers you let out of pleasure, making each of you want more.
your hands travels up to his tie, untying the silk around his neck .you bring his face closer, as he settles you down on the desk, the hand previously on your neck unbuttoning your trouser. he bites on your lip, a filthy lick on her teeth as his tongue dances with hers. he trails his kisses down your jaw, to the soft spot on your neck which he had memorized oh-so-perfectly. as his hands works on the buttons of your shirt, he muffles against your skin,
'we've got to be quiet now love. don't want-' his hands travel into your pants, circling your clit through your underwear, '-anyone to hear how you slut yourself out on your professor's cock now do we?'
*****
harry's tie was wrapped around your mouth, lips parted, spit drooling on the sides of your mouth. his fingers slid up and down the slit of your cunt as he tested a finger inside of you. you whimpered as he teased your clit, your hips bucking greedily as you tried to restrain out from the his leather belt tying your hands together. he took his finger out from your cunt, your hips bucking in air. he presses his hand on your stomach to keep you still. you moan, your head falling atop the mahogany of his desk.
he had got your shirt buttons missing, chest painted in tiny kisses, hair disheveled, eyes watery, brimming with greedy tears, cheeks flushed with a little too much teasing. he rubs his palm on your cunt as a warning before his next action.
his hand rose into air; cool metals of rings on slender fingers meeting your cunt with a harsh slap. you flinch, letting the arousing feeling of his spank sink into your body, tickles of agony giving rise to heaven-like goosebumps within the depths of your spine. It was intoxication, the pain and the bliss he bought with his harsh treatment.
'sir- i- oh' you moan out as he places another slap on your needy cunt.
'oh.' he mocks, enjoying seeing the bliss of overdosing pleasure succumb into you. he slaps your pussy again, followed by a searing moan and whimper ripping off you; muffled by the silk tie tied around your mouth.
'you like it don't ya?' he asks, even though he knew the answer. it was a rhetorical question really, as he spanked your cunt, your mind too numb to answer his question, to understand what his words meant. you were lost into the agonized sinned bliss his ringed fingers bought upon contact on your warm clit.
harry rubs his palm on your pussy dripping with slick, licking his lips. you looked so vulnerable, so exposed; it bought him sick pleasure when you moaned at another harsh slap on your cunt. you buck your hips into his hand, wanting more of the agony he bought, wanting to calm down the fiery fire of arousal which roared ferociously inside of you. tears left your eyes as harry spits on your cunt, the liquid cool against the warmth of your cunt.
he rubs his saliva onto your convulsing mound, rubbing on your clit, your vocal cords abusing whimpers in bliss.
'i. am. gonna. spank. this. needy. little. hole. so. many. time. that. it'll. be. destroyed. for. any. other. man. than. me.' he grunts, each of his words followed by a harsh slap on your cunt. you scream, the sheen layer of agony and pleasure dissipating, throats bleeding cries of mercy and pleas.
he rubs the the tip of his cock on your swollen clit, as if mocking you.
'look at this cunt swollen and red for me baby,' he groans. you groan, your cheeks hot as his filthy words register into your mind. he grabs your throat and pushes his cock all the way into you, in one big, blissful thrust, stretching your velvety walls out with his girth. whimpers get caught in your throat, as he starts thrusting at a steady pace, not giving you time to adjust to his size.
'face it little slut. you want this. you crave this,'
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kookooka2 · 9 months
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ruperts-cabaret · 5 months
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Golden Trio Really Like That edit
I made this lil edit of all the babies plz enjoy :D
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goga-je-pieroga · 6 months
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"Fools who wear their hearts on their sleeves, who can't control their emotions, who immerse themselves in sad memories, and allow themselves to be easily provoked… in other words, weak people… they stand no chance against his power!"
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix J.K. Rowling
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