37 Results with the "Sex" genre
Definition: Narratives with significant sexual content, balancing between explicitness and subtlety. They explore sexual themes in a detailed but discreet manner, broader than just the act itself.
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Chapter 2:The Ride of Submission
Harry sat by the window, arm propped on the seat next to him, watching fields and trees blur past. The train rumbled underneath him, steady and loud, but for once, everything felt quiet in his head. He wasn’t thinking about where he came from or even what waited for him at Hogwarts. For now, it was just him and the moving scenery. The door slid open with a loud rattle. Three people stood there, all looking in like they’d been searching for a spot to land. “Full train,” said the tallest one, a…-
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Summer of ’98 (Harry/Daphne)
The café was called Brewer's, and it served the worst coffee in South London. Harry had tried every item on the menu in his first week, working through them with the grim determination of a man who had nowhere else to be, and had concluded that the filter coffee was merely bad while the espresso was actively hostile. The tea was fine, but that was because tea was difficult to ruin if you had a kettle and a box of PG Tips, and even Brewer's could manage that. He ordered a pot every morning, sat at the…-
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The Champion’s Bet
Author’s Note: All characters in this story have been aged up to 18 and above. This work contains mature content intended for adult readers only. Harry Potter didn’t ask for this. He didn’t even want to be in the bloody tournament. The parchment with his name still sat on Dumbledore’s desk, blackened at the edges like it had been cursed. Which, honestly, it probably had. His name wasn’t supposed to come out of the Goblet of Fire. He wasn’t supposed to be competing. He was supposed…-
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Chapter 3: Arrival at Hogwarts
The train screeched to a halt, steam billowing into the cold night air and cloaking the platform in a hazy mist. Students spilled out, dragging trunks, waving to friends, or just stretching after the long ride. Harry climbed down from the train, his bag swung over his shoulder. Dean and Seamus had already taken off, disappearing into the noisy crowd with quick goodbyes. Susan was still nearby, fussing with her skirt. Harry glanced down for a second, and before he even thought about it, his hand slid out…-
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Liquid Luck (Harry/Fleur)
"Harry! I hope I am not interrupting." Fleur Delacour, or Fleur Weasley as she was technically called these days, was standing on the front step of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, holding a leather folio in one hand and looking like she'd just stepped off the cover of a magazine. Which was unfair, really, because it was half seven on a Thursday evening and Harry was wearing joggers with a hole in the knee and had pasta sauce on his shirt. "Not at all," he said, stepping aside to let her in. "Bill…-
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