40 Results with the "Smut" genre
Definition: Heavily centered around explicit sexual content, with a primary focus on physical gratification rather than emotional or romantic development. Typically features detailed, graphic sexual scenes, catering to various fantasies and desires.
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Harry hated Malfoy Manor. The place reeked of old money and older grudges. Walking up that long gravel path felt like swallowing glass, but Kingsley had been clear. The Ministry needed that artifact. The Malfoys had it. Someone had to negotiate. Lucky fucking him. The house elf led him through corridors he remembered from nightmares. Different now, in daylight. No screaming. No Bellatrix. “Mistress will see you in the private study,” the elf squeaked, gesturing to a door Harry had never seen…-
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The Boggart (Harry/Tonks)
"Right then, Potter. Wand up. Eyes forward. And for Merlin's sake, try not to hex me again." Tonks was leaning against the wall of Training Room Six with her arms crossed and her hair a bright bubblegum pink, grinning at him like this was all a great laugh. Which, to be fair, it probably was from her side of the room. She wasn't the one who'd accidentally sent a Stunning Spell into the ceiling last week and brought down half a light fixture on Williamson's desk. "That was one time," Harry…-
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The Best Mistake (Harry/Daphne)
The corridor smelled like candied pineapple. Harry tried breathing through his mouth while Slughorn’s hand thumped down on his shoulder. “Now, Harry, my boy, the Christmas party!” Slughorn’s mustache quivered. “Have you given thought to your guest? Young Miss Belby has been asking. Miss Macmillan is lovely, very well connected…” Harry glanced down the hall where Ron was waiting. “Right. Yeah. I’ll be there, Professor.” “Splendid! But your companion is so important. Young…-
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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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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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