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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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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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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Chapter 10: Crash
Susan was already walking. Head down, arms wrapped around herself, cutting toward the castle entrance. Her bag lay on the ground where she'd dropped it. Hannah crouched to pick it up, watching Susan go. Romilda stood by the fountain with her arms crossed. She caught Harry's eye and the corner of her mouth twitched. Harry passed her without a word. Passed Hannah, who looked at him like he was something stuck to her shoe, and followed Susan through the entrance hall. "Susan." She walked faster.…-
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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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"You must be Harry." The woman standing in the doorway of the Granger home looked so much like an older version of Hermione that Harry almost did a double take. Same brown eyes, same sharp cheekbones, same clever mouth that looked like it was perpetually on the verge of correcting someone. The key differences were the lines at the corners of her eyes, laugh lines rather than worry lines, and the fact that Jean Granger was, to put it bluntly, stacked. Where Hermione was slim and compact, her mum had the…
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