Hi love! Contgrats on 350! You deserve them and so many more!
I was wondering if I could request a 📜 with Oliver Wood. The scenario: he’s been very busy with quidditch and he and I haven’t seen each other really for about a week. So it’s kinda like a apology/love letter.
If you can do this that would be amazing! If not that’s totally fine too! ❤️
Thank you so much!! <3
Darling,
I apologize for being so distant this past week. Not that it’s an excuse, but quidditch practice has been intense while we prepare for another rather important match. I miss you dearly and I hope that you’re not too upset with me. I promise that I will make up for my absence.
I hope you know how grateful I am to have you in my life. To have someone who stands by me even when I’m away for an entire week. You’re simply magnificent and I am always thinking of you. This past week without you has been dreadful and I can’t wait to see you soon. I have to return to practice now but know that I will be home before long.
Summary: As Draco escapes to his dorm for some peace, his best friend Y/n joins to spend some time with him.
Blood Status: Any
House: Any
Year: Any
Warnings? Implied depression, swearing
Words: 1.4k
Author’s Note: Thank you to everyone who voted for this part to be written next, this really helped with my motivation to sit down and write something and I am happy with how it turned out! Also thank you to the anon for participating in my celebration and requesting this <3
Draco hardly had a moment to himself. He was the Slytherin king of Hogwarts, his friends - or posse even - were always around to see his input, and if it weren’t them, it was Harry Potter or some other lone Gryffindor that had nothing better do to than pester the blonde Slytherin. His life was chaotic, and he struggled to stay on top of things all the time. People bothering him in between the hours of classes, then the late nights studying away; his mind filled with the fear of his father’s disappointment if he didn’t get the top grade achievable.
A/N: I got a request for Oliver, and that made me realize I have not written anything for him! Thank you, Anon, for pointing this out.
Request: Can I have a blurb with the reader helping Oliver with his injuries?? Like he gets hurt while practicing, so they help him get better? Thank you so much!
Also I am basically making up my own rules now. Thank you.
Warnings: Just swearing. Injury.
Summary: There’s this thing called love, and it’s everywhere.
“What happened?” You asked as the Gryffindor team hauled Oliver Wood into the infirmary. All you could pick out, seeing as they surrounded him for the most part, was a few scraps and bruises.
A/N: I told you guys I’d get something out but then I took a nap and got distracted so this is what we ended up with. It’s not exactly Sugar Daddy Sirius Black because I just couldn’t summon the energy to do that tonight, and I do have a Sugar Daddy request for Siri and I really wanna do it justice, so while I like this enough I’m not satisfied that it adequately fills the request and it’s a really good request.
Warnings: not proof read, sorta sexy, the reader’s just honestly had a hard day, some yucky thoughts about self worth, Siri’s kind of aggressive for a moment, Daddy, sexual undertones because y’all have ruined me and I can’t write just pure fluff anymore, in fact I’m not sure it’s fluffy at all, I have no clue where this piece went but it sure went somewhere, not actually based off of the song, fem!reader, dom/sub
📜Can you write a baby blurb Sirius x reader where she wears skirt for the first time? she used to cover up all the time but plucked up the courage to do it. and she feels really cute and Sirius is like :’)))
Sirius Black x Fem!Reader. Insecurities/body image issues (they lean towards insecurities of a thicc person since the anon didnt specify and that’s what speaks to me more, but it’s nothing super specific), reassurance, overcoming insecurities, skirts, fluff, kissing
oops kinda missed the “she feels really cute” part thats my bad
a/n: i’m saying for the hogwarts uniforms girls can wear pants or skirts! bc fuck gender norms!
You let out a shaky breath as you looked in the mirror one last time, trying not to nitpick the shape of your figure or the subtle protrusion of your stomach, not to compare the size of your breasts or thighs to those of all the other girls you know. You try to look at your body and accept it, own it, consider it beautiful; and with that you pick up your satchel and head down to the common room for the day.
You’re greeted by familiar faces, Remus Sirius James and Peter all smiling at you and wishing you a good morning, which you return politely. Soon Sirius’s eyes trail lower, however, and surprise crosses his features as he takes in your outfit. Your cheeks heat up at his acknowledgement of your skirt, and your weight shifts uncomfortably from foot to foot as he steps up to you.
“You’re wearin’ a skirt today, baby” he observes, hands coming out to rub up and down your arms, his eyes still trained on the garment.
“Y-yeah- I can change, I just thought I’d give it a try, but I’m not sure if-“
“Woah woah woah, whaddya mean you can change?” He says nearly incredulously, his gaze finally finding yours, confusion swirling in his grey irises. “You look adorable, puppy.”
“I do?” You murmur unsurely, the knots of worry loosening in your stomach but remaining present still. Your boyfriend nods, the beginnings of a sly grin forming on his face.
“So cute. Looks like it was made for you, doll, it’s that pretty.” More heat floods your cheeks at his slew of compliments, the worry finally disentangling almost altogether at his kind, genuine reassurance. His hands find your sides, rubbing up and down your hips where your skirt rests on your form. “I love it. No need to change at all.”
“Thank you, Siri” you murmur, smiling up at him, your heart full and warm. He smiles back, leaning down to press a chaste yet sweet kiss to your lips.
While we’re on the topic of book quotes, I’d like to share my favourite one!
“You know what I am going to say. I love you. What other men may mean when they use that expression, I cannot tell; what I mean is, that I am under the influence of some tremendous attraction which I have resisted in vain, and which overmasters me. You could draw me to fire, you could draw me to water, you could draw me to the gallows, you could draw me to any death, you could draw me to anything I have most avoided, you could draw me to any exposure and disgrace. This and the confusion of my thoughts, so that I am fit for nothing, is what I mean by your being the ruin of me.”
my request is dom!adrian pucey with daddy kink pls maybe after a game
warning/content: oral (male!receiving), third person fem!reader, whining, a bit of degradation, daddy!kink
"Y'want me to take it off?" The brunet raises a brow, the pink muscle of his tongue peeking out to smooth over his lips as he stares at the girl in front of him.
She's perched prettily on her knees, head cocked to the side while a vague image of confusion passes over her pouting features.
There's a subtle movement, one that dips her chin slowly into her chest in a nonverbal cue of affirmation.
"Use your words." The tenor trill of his command is thick with lethargy as he raises both brows; as if testing her ability to follow his simple instructions.
"Want it."
"Full sentences, baby, you're better than that. I know you are. You're my big girl, hm?"
"I want you t'take it off." Her bottom lip juts out in an illustration of aggravation - of desperation for the commencement as she squirms in her spot, the thick raven of her pupils blinding out the soft illumination of her irises.
"Wouldn't that be nice?" Although his fingers are undoing the leather ties of his jersey, they're trembling with anticipation, his heart a hammering presence within the confines of his ribcage.
"Please."
"Look at you, doll. Look at you using your manners." He trills, the corners of his lips pulling upward in a proud visage as he observes the way her eyelids tug downward with fatigue.
With a slow, heavy blink, his top is discarded, the fabric tainted with the odor of perspiration and grungy earth as it lays in a crumpled heap atop the mahogany floor.
"Touch."
"Use your words, bunny." He admonishes, his long digits plucking at the ties of his quidditch pants, effectively removing himself of the unnecessary fabric so she can step forward, but she's stoic; unmoving in her position.
"C-Can I touch?" Her tongue is swelling in the cavern of her mouth as he rises from his mattress, and as his knees pop with the effort of his extension, affliction is bleeding across the back of her neck as she cranes her eyes to look at him.
"Y'gonna be good f'me, baby? I'm gonna show you my cock but you have to be gentle. 'Ve been hard all game and these tight fucking pants didn't help."
Her lips part, revealing the swirling, ebony depth of her mouth, the soft pink of her tongue making a slow appearance as it lolls out.
Another nod proceeds, one that prompts the male to swoop down and brush his chapped lip over the flushed flesh of her brow; an endearing action of affection that pulls a low cry from her lips.
The brunet hooks a forefinger under the bend of her chin, forcing her gaze further upward before he's sliding the calloused pad of his thumb over the mountains of her lips, lubricating the digit with slow movements.
"Open up, baby. Wanna see your pretty tongue."
He's throbbing at the mere sight of how obedient she is, her mandible dropping and revealing the column of her throat as she opens herself up for him, vulnerability such a prominent face in these endeavors that it nearly hurts him he's so sensitive.
His cock is straining against the fabric of Adrian's box before he's slipping it from its constraints, revealing a weeping, purplish head, and a throbbing base.
A low whine is twinging at y/n's vocal cords at the sight of it, her salivary glands roaring to life as she momentarily closes her mouth so she can lick at her lips.
"Shhh.." He chides, pressing down so that she can press the flat of her tongue against the slit of his cock, where pearling beads of precum are gathering and slipping over the rouge head of it.
"Suck my cock, baby. Atta girl." He coos quietly as her lips seal around the tip, suckling at the mound with fervor before she's pressing forward, allowing the thick shaft of him to sit heavy on her tongue as her cheeks hollow inward.
His long fingers slip through her tresses, getting a solid grip on the back of her skull so he can press her further downward, far enough down so that her nose is tickling at the delicate tufts of hair at the base of him.
"Shhh...." He trills when the muscles of your jugular constrict around him, sealing around his shift and creating suction, but with such an action comes your gagging, for your airways are completely sealing off. "Take it for daddy, hmm?"
As if the strong hand at the back of her skull would allow anything otherwise.
Drunk friend Peter being so clingy and confessing his feelings to you while crying cause you are just so beautiful and he can't compete with your exes and you're all like: Peter I'm glad you can't cause I hate my exes, they were jerks
sweet || p.p
summary: peter calls you from a frat party after getting drunk to get over you while you were out on a date
word count: 1.7k
warnings: mentions of drinking, suggestive, fluff, swearing
“You're here!” Peter beamed when your gaze met his across the frat house. “Hey, y/n,” he called out, waving his hand to catch your attention. He leaned back against the kitchen counter, beckoning you over with the beer bottle that he held loosely in between his fingers, his cheeks flushed and gaze hazy, “over here!”
Clutching your phone to your chest, you surged through the crowd, making your way over to him. “You came,” he breathed out in awe, a drunken smile on his face as he stumbled and you caught him by his arm to stable him, “I didn't think you'd show up.”
“Peter,” you said with a head shake, taking the beer bottle from him, “you called me at three in the morning - drunk.” You sighed, pulling him in as you heaved a sigh of relief, “I was worried about you.”
His breath hitched when you pulled him into your chest, your warm fingertips caressing the back of his neck, his curls tickling your skin. He blushed, tucking his face in the crook of your neck, “I'm sorry,” he whispered, nuzzling your collarbone as you giggled, “I didn't want to worry you.”
“Its okay, Petey,” you cooed. Petey, god, for a second he forgot how to breathe. your voice was sweet, words pouring in his ear like honey. He almost whimpered when your nails scratched his neck lightly and his gaze flickered to the beer bottle in your hand.
He inhaled sharply as the night came back to him in flashes and he remembered why he stumbled into the frat party with Harry - his roommate who was nowhere to be seen. he was here because he wanted to forget.
He wanted to forget you.
“How was your date?” He asked, trying to be as casual as possible but the bitterness seeped into his words.
“Um,” you hesitated as your face fell, “I-I It was...” he picked up his head from your shoulder to meet your tired eyes, his heart breaking at the sight of your exhausted features - guilt weighing down on his heart.
You were here at three in the morning to pick him up after he called you - drunk. You were here, you left everything to be here to take care of him. You probably left him - your date alone in your bed to come look after peter because you cared about him.
You've always been so sweet to him. He had known you for years - since freshmen year of college when he moved in with you. You were his roommate but eventually he fell hopelessly in love with you when you flirted with him for twenty seconds.
To you, peter was a friend - a best friend that you'd come to adore. You were an angel, you stayed up with him to help him study for exams, you made him coffee when he pulled all nighters alone. You took care of him when he got hurt on patrols, you were there for him no matter what.
you did all of it because he was your best friend. maybe, he would always be your best friend but that didn't matter. what mattered was you were here and not with your stupid date - you were here with him.
“You know...” you laughed nervously, “the date was - ” he waved his hand dismissively, reaching for the beer bottle to drop the conversation all together but you stepped back, your gaze narrowing at him. “no, peter.”
“C'mon, y/n - ” he whined as he reached for it again but you set it down on the kitchen counter and reached forward to take his hands in yours.
“No more drinking," you said, holding his hands down as he pouted, “no - you're done for the night, alright?” Your arm circled around his waist to support him, “let me take you home.”
He reluctantly slipped out of your hold as he swallowed thickly, “w-what about your date?”
“Peter,” you clicked your tongue as you held him close, “he went home - it's three in the morning, dumbass.”
He blinked at you, “he's not at our place? but i thought...”
“Why would he be at our place at this hour?” Your brows furrowed, “it was shit, pete. the date sucked - he sucked. i left half-way through it. he would not stop talking about his stupid ex and her bangs...”
Peter felt relief wash over him at the same time a wave of guilt crashed over him for being happy for your ruined date. “ah, that sucks,” he chuckled to himself, “and here i was thinking you ditched sex to take care of your drunk friend.”
You pinched his side as you led him out of the frat house, “you jerk,” you laughed when he squealed, rubbing his side. Ii'd ditch sex - literally everything to come make sure you're alright. You're more important to me.”
Heat rushed to his cheeks and he gulped, the liquor in his veins taking control of him, “i'm important to you?” He whispered and you nodded with a puff of laughter and he paused at the entrance, “y/n,” he breathed out and you turned to look at him as the chill of the night kissed his cheek, “would you...um, nevermind it's stupid.”
“What?” you asked, taking his hand in yours encouragingly as concerned reached your eyes, “what is it?"
“Nothing...” he shrugged, “its stupid...i'm not like the guys you go for.” His voice waiverd and you raised your eyebrows at him as his throat closed up.
“Peter - ”
Ii'm not tall," he sniffled, “you like tall guys, like, crazy tall. you - you like,” he reached up to wipe his wet eyes with the sleeve of his coat, “I can't even raise my voice at you, but MJ said you like guys who are mean. personally, i think that's pretty fucked up but i'm still not what you would want.”
“Peter,” you held up your hands as a smile broke out on your lips, “hey - ”
“You're so...so beautiful,” his breath hitched as he grabbed your hand, holding but in between his as he looked up, “you say your hair looks like a rat's nest in the morning but I-I love it. I love your rat's nest and your fuzzy socks. you sing to yourself sometime, you know that? It's crazy, you don't even notice when you do that but i love that too.”
“Y/n," he inhaled sharply, blinking at you as he tilted his head to the side, “angel, I-I love you and i have for years. I came here because i wanted to forget about you but i couldn't because I...I love you so much.”
“Peter...” you stepped in, slipping your hand out of his hold to reach up for his rosy cheek, your thumb caressing the apple of his cheeks as you leaned your forehead against his, “why didn't you tell me?”
“I didn't want to ruin our friendship,” he said sincerely, looking down at his feet, “you mean so much to me - I can't lose you over my stupid feelings.”
You tipped his chin up to meet his eyes, “you are not gonna lose me,” you smiled at him as you leaned in. “I promise.” You whispered against his lips and he froze, his heart racing in his chest as your lips hovered over his. you nudged his nose with yours, “I love you.”
He sucked in a breath, his eyes growing wide, “you - ” he squeaked before clearing his throat, “you do?”
“Yeah,” you nodded, grinning at him, your eyes crinkling, “i love you - I've loved you for so long, pete - ”
“Why?” he asked, backing up against the wooden door of the frat house as the thoughts in his head grew louder than the music blasting inside. “why would you love me? I am nothing like the guys you have dated - ”
“ - the guys i dated are all jerks,” you let out an exasperated sigh, holding his face in your hands, “but you - you are the most beautiful person I've ever met. you are kind, you are generous and you care. you have so much love in your heart, peter.”
He blushed, looking away from you as he smiled at you shyly, “i'm a nerd.”
“A hot nerd,” you said, turning his face to make him look at you. “You are so fucking smart, pete - I love when you are talking about quantum physics or your web guild formula - I love it when you talk science to me, it turns me on a bit actually.”
He laughed, shaking his head and you giggled as warmth tickled your cheeks, “it does! you're so smart, pete. it's not a bad thing, you are a genius. You work with tony stark for fuck's sake, you are - ”
You leaned closer as your voice dropped to a whisper, “you are spider-man. god, peter. you are so much more than what I deserve...those jerks I've dated are nothing compared to you. You are a lovely person and i love you.”
He smiled at you, warmth blooming in his heart, spreading under his skin like wildfire as you wound your arms around his neck, pulling him into you. “I love you,” he whispered as you pulled away.
He brushed your hair aside as he held your face and his eyes dropped to your lips, “can...can i kiss you?”
“Yeah no,” you pulled away from him as you broke into a fit of giggles, “no, no, no, pete - ” You held up your hand, “I can't kiss you. you're drunk. I'm not sure if you're going to remember this in the morning. we can do that...later when you're not tripping over your own feet.”
“Trust me, i'd remember if you kissed me right now,” he breathed out, “you're unforgettable, sweetheart.”
You beamed at his sweet pet name for you, “I can't kiss you on the lips...” you trailed off, leaning in to press a chaste kiss on his cheek, “will this do for now?”
He smiled at you dopily as he hummed, “you are my dream girl.”
You chuckled, “okay, pete, we'll talk about us in the morning,” you kissed his forehead as your fingers curled around his wrist, “let's get you home.”
a/n : okay so this is literally my first oneshot so please be nice, i’ve had it in my notes for a long time now and decided to puplish it
summary : You and your husband Draco spend a cuddly morning with your two children
warnings : this is so cute, soft draco
You woke up pressed against a naked and warm chest, pressed up against your husband. The morning sun shining through the window and making his gorgeous face shine.
He was still asleep, laying on his side with his arms wrapped around your waist. You took your time admiring your gorgeous and loving husband.
How relaxed he looked, his whole face calmed. His still swollen and soft lips from the night before and his cute nose.
While admiring you couldn't hold back any longer and started covering his face in soft kisses. He kept his eyes closed but a familiar smile formed into his face.
''Morning gorgeous'' he said while slowly opening his eyes. Even after sharing your bed with your husband for almost five years now you don't know if the butterflies will every stop floating your stomach whenever you hear his raspy voice in the morning.
You giggle and wrap your arm around his neck now to give him a passionate kiss on the lips. You felt him smile against your lips and wrap his arms even tighter around your waist, shifting you a little bit higher so he could start placing kisses on the soft skin of your neck.
''how. did. you. sleep darling'' he asked between kisses, now placing sloppy kisses at your jawline which made you laugh.
''great and you ?'' you asked now looking at him and how he started burying his face into your chest like a little toddler.
He sneaked his hand away from your waist and started kneading your breast and looking up at you with the biggest grin ever answering your question with that face. In moments like these you still see the teenage boy in him in which you fell in love with years ago. You both started laughing at his goofy behavior. Enjoying eachothers touch under all the cozy blankets and pillows on your huge bed.
Outside your warm and comfortable bedroom, two little toddlers were running down the hall barefoot, hand in hand, making their way to their parents bedroom.
You barely noticed the little knock on the door because of all the giggling under the blankets. The door suddenly opened and a four-year old Scorpius walked into his parents bedroom in his adorable little Pajamas. Right behind him was your three-year old daughter Cassie, a big smile forming into her face.
You and Draco looked at them and suddenly Draco jumped out of the bed to get his Children.
Picking them both up and jumping back into the bed. Peaceful laughters filled your bedroom.
You and Draco covering your children in kisses all over their adorable faces.
Cassie looked adorable while trying to hide her face from Draco's kisses and trying to catch her breathe from all the tickling.
Scorpius was straddling his mommy's legs while hugging her tightly and laying his head onto her chest.
After minutes of being goofy with your family, love and peace filled the air in the room. Your heart smiling while watching your little children in your bed cuddling with their parents and enjoying the love and affection they were receiving. Draco leaned over to press a passionate kiss onto your lips.
''eww'' was the word that caused you both to look down at your giggling children.
''daddy that's gross'' cassie said while covering her eyes.
''mommy and daddy do even more gross thin-'' ''DRACO''
you cut him off before he said something that he might regret later. Your children just furrowed their brows in confusion but enjoyed the cuddle session anyway.
''daddyyyyy , mommyyyyyy'' cassie said the words that are a main part of her three year old vocabulary.
''breakfast'' scorpius added.
''who wants to make pancakes with daddy ?''
Scorpius and Cassie both jumped up and started jumping around the bed screaming
''ME ME ME''
You and Draco just stared at eachother and laughed at their silly behavior.
''Scorpius jump on'' Draco said while getting out of bed showing that he only wore his boxers to bed.
He carried Scorpius on a Piggypack to the kitchen while Cassie wrapped her tiny legs around his waist.
That's how they all sprinted to the kitchen making you laugh.
After getting ready for the day , you walked down into the kitchen 20 minutes later seeing your small family at the kitchen island, eating their pancakes in silence.
You placed yourself on Draco's lap taking a bite of his pancakes. He instantly wrapped his arms around your waist and inhaled at your neck, smelling the amazing scent of you that he fell in love with too.
He placed his chin on your shoulder, watching his children stuff their mouths with pancakes, smiling at their silly behavior.
''I love you'' he whispered into your ear making goosebumps appear over your whole body and spreading a tingle all over your spine.
You turned around straddling him halfways now, cupping his face and whispering back
''i love you too''
Pulling him into a kiss. Longer than expected probably because suddenly you heard throw-up noises behind you.
You and Draco pulled apart laughing and admiring your children.
After a minute of silence Scorpius decided to break it. ''is that how you make babies ?''
It was a simple question, yes but that still didn't stop draco from spitting out his drink.
Warnings: smut with some build-up, it's pretty clear when it starts. oral, m and f receiving, enjoy sub!peter
Request: Peter and you are best friends but both of you have always liked each other. One day somehow the line is crossed and you let your feelings all out. If possible ending in smut with subpeter 👉🏼👈🏼
Synopsis: You and Peter finally come to terms with the fact you're in love with each other and things get a little- passionately -heated
a/n: so I'm reposting this because it didn't get anywhere in terms of interaction. if it wasn't a request I'd prob delete it cuz I'm sensitive
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You weren’t sure about soulmates, but you thought you and Peter were something along those lines. Only spending time with each other all through high school meant you knew everything about each other. Yes, even that he was a crime-fighting spider by night. It’s kind of hard to hide that you grew 2 sizes and got perfect eyesight overnight from your best friend.
Everything about him, you loved. You never stopped thinking about that boy, no matter what you were doing, he was in your thoughts. There was doubt in your mind that you were in love with him. If only you knew how to tell him.
Meanwhile, Peter thought the world of you. He tried spending every waking second with you. No matter what you did with that time, he felt like the luckiest person in the world. He loved just being in your presence because, well, he’s in love with you.
You played with the idea of telling him how you felt and so did he. Both of you denied trying, in fear any part of your friendship could be ruined. Your love for each other was buried deep down. Or, at least, that kind of love. You know, like every single friends-to-lovers trope??
People often mistook you for a couple, even when Peter introduced you to the Avengers, they assumed you were dating. He talked about you all of the time and it made sense with your body language. The small touches you’d give him, linking your arms or even hands when you walked. He threw his arm around you when he got the courage, but you initiated most of it.
Physical touch was definitely his love language after he didn’t get much of it during his childhood. He happened to be the only person you actually enjoyed receiving it from and giving it to, and Peter noticed this. He silently celebrated you trusting him enough to let your guard down.
“So glad that shit is over,” you let out a deep breath, running your hands down your face as you fell onto the couch in your family's living room.
“Our grad party or high school?” Peter chuckled as he took a seat next to you.
“Both,”
“Can’t believe you made us do it,”
“Excuse me,” you turned your upper body to look at the boy beside you, “I think I remember you smiling every time I looked over at you,”
“Probably because you were looking at me,” he smiled and your eyes rolled back.
“Mhm, I’m sure you couldn’t keep your eyes off of me,” you winked before checking a notification from your phone.
Peter was thankful you became preoccupied because his cheeks were definitely bright red. Yes, yes he was staring at you the entire evening. You looked amazing and he was enamored with you.
“My parents went out for dinner so we have the place to ourselves,”
Finally, he spent all day around other people, getting barely any attention from you and now he got you all to himself.
“What should we do?” Peter questioned while resisting the urge to tell you that he wished he could go to dinner, romantically, with you.
“Oh-,” you clapped your hands, startling him, and got off of the couch, “I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere,”
And with that, you ran upstairs. Peter sat there, already missing your presence. You came back into the living room, something in your hand. Before Peter could ask, you jumped onto him and threw your arms over his shoulders, burying your face in his neck.
He didn’t object, missing your affection. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer. It felt so good to be held by the person you’re in love with.
“Okay,” you pulled your head away from his neck and looked at him, a few tears pricking your eyes already, “I know how fucking corny it is, you don’t need to tell me,”
He nodded and you handed him a piece of paper. It read Certificate of Registration; Peanut.
“What’s this?” He asked, reading it over.
“I uh- I bought you a star and named it after you,” you flashed him a smile and started explaining how you went about it.
All Peter could hear was that the love of his life named something after him. And a star nonetheless. All he wanted to do was kiss you and tell you how much he loved you.
“And since we probably won’t-,” you wiped your eyes, Peter feeling his own tears collecting, “we won’t be able to see each other as often so I figured at night, we can look at the same stars still,”
Peter had the biggest grin on his face and you could see the creases around his eyes, your favorite expression of his.
“Honestly, I don’t even know if it’s in this area of the sky above New York and it’s not like it has a sign to say it’s yours but I wanted to get you something,” you told him, a laugh coming through your tears.
“I love it,” he pulled you back into a hug, squeezing tighter this time and his tears finally made it down his cheeks, “thank you so much, for everything,”
“Oh boy, you’re going to be the death of me, Peanut,” you kissed his shoulder and pulled back from him again.
Something came over you at that moment. You looked in his eyes and thought you saw the same thing going through him. He looked at you with so much love, every little detail about you was on his mind.
You leaned forward an inch or so, not sure if this was the right move. What if he rejects you and you ruin your destroy your friendship? Then again, you were going to different colleges and wouldn’t see each other in school. But you wanted him in your life forever.
Peter was internally screaming. You leaned in, did that mean you wanted to kiss him? He wasn’t really sure if that’s what you were going for, so he froze, silently wishing for you to kiss him.
“Peter?” You whispered with your face only a few inches from his.
“Y/n?” He glanced at your lips before making eye contact with you.
“I love you,” you kept your eyes on him, too scared to look away.
“As in-,”
“I am in love with you,”
Because what the hell, you couldn’t spend another second without knowing if he felt the same way. Peter was speechless, only replaying your words in his head over and over.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked, a smile spreading across his face.
You brought your hands up to cup his cheeks and pulled him in, your lips connecting.
All of those feelings, every moment you both wanted to spill the kind of love you really had for each other, was put into this kiss. Peter never wanted it to end, you holding him close and being this intimate felt so natural after holding back for so long.
The minuscule touches you shared turned into so much more. Peter held your waist, which he’d touch before but now it had a whole new meaning. He didn’t want to go too far without knowing what you were comfortable with.
You sucked on his bottom lip before slowly pulling back, your eyes filled with lust.
“Wow,” he exhaled, fingers brushing your lower back.
“Yeah,” you placed a hand under his chin and smirked, “I really want to do it again,”
He eagerly nodded, beating you to it this time and pressing his lips to yours. It felt like you had done it so many times more than once before, yet still just as amazing and new.
After a few minutes of blatant making out, hair messed with, lips were swollen, shallow breathing filling the room, you cupped his cheeks again and barely took your lips off of his.
“Do you-” you ran your thumbs over his cheekbones and took a moment to catch your breath, “Do you wanna go to my room?”
His brown eyes went wide, the thought of that making his head spin.
“Yeah, if- if that’s what you want,” he leaned into your touch and scratched the back of his neck.
You knew he did that when he got nervous.
“You’re sure?” You tilted your head and took his hands in yours.
“Yes, definitely- I just,” he paused and leaned his forehead on your chest, “you’d be my first,”
You kissed the top of his head and ran your hands through his hair. It’s not like you didn’t know that. You spent all of your time together so you’d know if he had a girlfriend…or boyfriend.
“I don’t have condoms so we can’t do it, but we don’t have to do anything at all if you don’t feel comfortable,” you reassured him and he looked up at you through his eyelashes, “we can start in my room and go from there, okay?”
“Okay,”
You got off of him, took his hand, and led him to your room. Both of you had a stupid smile there was no way of wiping off your faces.
“Sit down,” you told him and he listened, sitting on your bed with his back against the headboard.
You shut your door and locked it before getting onto your bed with him.
“Is this okay?” You asked, straddling his waist.
“More than,” he brought his hands to your waist and you leaned down, connecting your lips once again.
God, you couldn’t believe you went this long without being able to kiss Peter Parker.
You rocked your hips back and forth, the friction making him moan against your lips. You kissed down his jaw and then down to the spot below his ear, his chest rising and falling quicker beneath you.
“I love you,” he told you as you sucked on the sweet spot, earning a whimper from him.
“I know,” you whispered in his ear, your voice low and rough.
Your lips found their way down his neckline and you gestured for him to sit up so you could take off his shirt and you did the same, both articles of clothing forgotten.
He leaned back, this time laying down and you kissed down his chest, biting every once in a while. Before you got to his waistband, he stopped you.
“Wait, can I do s- something for you?”
“Yeah, I’d love that,” you smiled and got off of him.
You traded places and he hesitated when brushing his hand over the band of your pants.
“Go ahead,” you lifted your hips and he gently pulled your bottoms and underwear down your legs, the only piece of clothing left was your bra.
He eyed you hungrily, mouth slightly parted. But he just sat there, hands on his thighs with no idea what to do. He understood the basic task but a wave of nervousness washed over him.
“You don’t have to,” you saw how hesitant he was with a small frown on his face, “I’ll make sure you do a good job and I don’t expect to be perfect the first time you go down on someone”
“Okay, and tell me if you don’t like it, please?”
“Of course, but you'll do great, I'm sure,” you nodded and gave him an encouraging smile
He let out a deep sigh, leaning down, and started placing tender kisses down your inner thighs, your heart racing as he got closer to your bare center.
“Now run your tongue upward,”
He did as he was told, enjoying following your orders. His hands held onto your upper thighs as he continued to use his tongue, licking up and down your slit, until you gave him the next direction.
“Find my clit,” you smirked and threaded your hand through his hair, “Nope- yep,”
You arched your back off of the bed when he started sucking on it. His tongue felt so good and he loved seeing you like this, hair messy, heavy breathing, your hands pulling on his hair. He could stay here forever.
“Good boy,” you said as a moan left your lips and he blushed at the praise, his pants feeling tighter by the second.
Peter continued to lick and suck on your core, a pattern developing as he got you closer and closer to your climax. He whined at your taste, determined to do a good job all of the way through.
Your thighs began to close around his head and he opened them more, your reaction having nothing on his super strength. Plus, nothing was going to stop him from getting you to cum.
“Oh my god Peter,” you threw your head back as your orgasm hit you, the amazing feeling all from Peter’s mouth.
He continued to lap up your release, assuming he should wait until you told him to stop. When you came down from your high, you pulled him back by his curls, a nervous smile on his face.
“That was so good,” you told him as you sat up and he was glad to receive your approval.
You pulled him in for a long kiss, your tongue slipping into his mouth. It was sloppy but neither of you cared, you just couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. Or mouths for that matter.
You reached back and unclipped your bra and Peter watched in awe as it fell from your shoulders. Yep, he had pictured you naked before, he’s in love with you so…duh. The real thing was better than any picture he painted in his head.
“You’re beautiful,” he slowly reached out, uncertain if you’d want him to touch your boobs.
“You’re gorgeous, Peter,” you placed his hands on your chest, “I always knew you liked tits, you’re a whore for boobs- aren’t you pretty boy?” you smirked and he whined at your teasing, taking one in his mouth.
“I asked you a question,” you pulled him back by his hair and he looked up at you, his round puppy dog eyes full of love.
“Yes I- I love yours,” he sputtered before you pressed his face back into your chest and he groaned when he was met with your soft skin again.
Your hand slid down his bare torso, tracing his abs. You reached his belt buckle which you managed to undo with one hand.
“I wanna see you cum, okay?”
He nodded, still sucking on your tits.
“Get up, take everything off,” you instructed and he made haste, getting up and pulling
You admired him while he stood there waiting for you to tell him what to do. His dick stood tall and his cheeks turned red with your eyes running over him.
You got up and walked over to him, your eyes dark, tits bouncing and you just wanted to touch him. You backed him against the wall and held your hand in from of his mouth, seeing if he’d understand what you wanted.
He cocked his head before you pulled his bottom lip and he immediately opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue and licking your hand. You licked it yourself after, making eye contact with him. He felt his dick twitch and you hadn’t even touched him yet.
“You like that?” You asked when you wrapped your hand around his shaft, pumping him agonizingly slow.
“Yes, so much,” he said, his breathing getting heavier, "p- please, more"
You quickened your pace, every move you made he reacted to. His mouth fell open when you used your other hand to cup his balls, squeezing a little.
“F- fuck,” his lip quivered as he got closer to his orgasm.
You dropped down to your knees, looking up at him as you licked from his base to the tip. He tilted his head back, not caring about hitting the wall. Your mouth felt amazing and you looked so fucking hot with his dick in your mouth.
“Gonna cum like a good boy?” You rubbed small circles on his thighs and he nodded, his face scrunching right before it hit him.
He let out a loud whine, followed by whimpers as he came into your mouth. You made sure to swallow every last drop, trying to act like it maybe tasted good...
“So pretty,” you told him, standing up and cupping his cheeks, soothing him as he relaxed.
“You’re amazing,” he was breathless and you pulled him over to your bed, helping him get under the covers.
“I’m gonna use the bathroom,” you kissed his forehead and smoothed his hair over, “you did so well,”
He grinned at your praise and pulled you closer, wanting to feel your bare skin on his.
“We should have a serious talk when I get back, okay?” You whispered in his ear and then kissed his cheek.
“Yeah, definitely, I don't want to stargaze by myself,”
Prompts: “come dance with me” “ whats going on with you”
TW: none
Word Count: 614 words
You knew when you started dating the Gryffindor captain, quidditch obsessed, but ever so handsome, Oliver Wood, that there would be times when quidditch would just have to come first. You understood that and even respected that. Oliver was passionate and driven, and had laser focused when it came to things that were important to him.
Everyone warned you when you two started dating that he wasn’t the best at splitting his attention. You brushed them off feeling like you would be the one to change Oliver…
Prompts: “ you make me nervous, no one has ever made me nervous” “can you tell me a secret”
TW: none
Word Count: 554 words
“can you tell me a secret“ Oliver mumbled as he pressed his body further into yours. You were laying on your dorm bed while Oliver was laying directly on top of you. You act like you don’t enjoy it but you love having his weight on top of you, something soothing about it.
Prompts: “How did you make me fall ill love with” “Im here. I have you.”
TW: crying
Word Count: 1.3k
There you laid, with the man of your dreams in your arm. Feeling his chest rise and fall as he slept. His head on your chest while he had his arms around your waist. Your arms wrapped around him in a way that allows you to gently run your fingers through his hair. Something that you enjoy may even be more than him, there’s something just so calming and grounding about it.
He had finished his last quidditch game at Hogwarts. He had played his heart out, winning. Celebrating hard meaning he crashed hard. Waking up to him still on top of you.
You let your mind wander as you looked down at the perfect boy who stole your heart. All the memories came flooding in.
