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Merlin, he missed you.

"Jesus swwetheart" harry mutterd fingers digging into your hips as you sat on his lap placing sweet kisses down his jawline.

harry hadn't seen you all summer. and when he realized for the first time, that you had surprisingly gotten a compartment on the train all to yourselves, he quickly pulled you onto his lap kissing you harshly.

you loved kissing harry. the soft giggles inbetween, the quick pauses so he can fix his glasses, you loved it all.

a soft groan left Harry's mouth as you tugged on his hair pulling him deeper into the kiss.

you would have been lying if you said you didn't miss harry, because you did lots. and you hated that you were stuck working in some muggle coffee shop with rude people all summer.

this time, it was harry who broke the kiss planting rather harsh kisses onto your jawline and neck, and you let out a gasp of shock "Merlin harry."

harry looked up at you with that stupid grin rubbing his thumb over the newly placed mark on your neck.

"what can I say I missed you."

oneshots | ᴛᴏᴍ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ X ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

⋆˖𐙚 Perfect Little Doll.
Short Summary: Tom Riddle is quite laid-back when it comes to you—but under the effect of a Lust Potion, he just takes what he wants—however he wants.
Warnings: 18+ only! consensual non consent. somno, sex under the effect of a lust potion, rough sex, choking, unprotected p in v, sex with little to no prep, creampie
A/N: I got the highest grade possible for my thesis, you get filthy smut! Win-win.

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“No, stay— stay like this.”

It’s the first thing you hear when you stir awake in the middle of the night. You try to move—but something, or rather someone, is making sure you have no choice but to stay trapped beneath them.

“Please, no—“ panic rises in your chest as you struggle under their weight—but it’s no use.

Shh. It’s me. Be good and stay still.”

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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋

───tom m. riddle x reader

synopsis. a lesson on amortentia right before valentine’s day sets off an unfortunate chain of events once you realize tom riddle had set his sights on you.

𑣲 content. MDNI, fem!reader (she/her pronouns), smut, dubcon/noncon (you’re under the influence of amortentia), oral (fem!recieving), p in v at the end, drugging aka use of love potions, slughorn is lowkey a scheming mf lmfao, you reject tom, it’s love day!!, reader lives on white chocolate (cause i do lol), she also appreciates tom’s pretty face, tom riddle is and will always be his mother’s son, slight homophobic themes (era accurate), you’re very woke for the day and age (you’re a good person with morals), kinda angsty (bad ending? you still get dicked down on the floor of the astronomy tower during a storm though), virginity loss, on the nose religious themes.

𑣲 word count. 13.9k (sorry)

𑣲 authors note. this just in folks: tom riddle takes advantage of local chocolate lover on valentine’s day. my first long fic with smut eek i’m nervous! i hope you guys like it and happy hearts day dearests <3 based on this headcanon i wrote ;) also, new graphics for long fics. i’m in need of a little something different. and i may or may not have given reader’s bsf the same name as my fav character from my little pony… i pull the strings here (rubs hands together like a mischievous fly). not proofread. i suck at writing smut so bear with me if it isn’t tasteful. finally finished, i will go devour banana pudding now. | lordlist.

Potions class had started as it always did in Professor Slughorn’s dungeon — humid air heavy with the scent of herbs and simmering cauldrons, glass clinking softly as students returned with their ingredients from the storeroom. The room felt warm and sticky, as usual, from all the steam curling towards the ceiling. It clung to your robes and on your hair, making a sheen of sweat appear on your skin before class had even begun.

Outside remained a similar gloom as February rain tapped faintly against the windows of the castle, the sky a familiar sight of grey as if foreshadowing a coming storm. And the day after tomorrow would be Valentine’s Day — a muggle holiday that had somehow infected the wizarding world enough for Professor Slughorn to make a spectacle of it.

A wise choice? No.

One that would prove to have interesting outcomes right before Valentine’s Day? Yes. And Horace Slughorn liked to see results.