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rewatched star wars 1-6 on may 4 and now i can’t get anakin out of my head. anyone up for anakin x obiwans sister ?? lmkkkk

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can you please write a jealous harry potter when his girlfriend starts hanging out with cedric?

jealousy, jealousy

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jealousy, jealousy - harry potter x reader

requests open!!

• warning(s): fluff mostly lol, harry pov, not proofread fr

• word count: 1.2k

• request(ed): “can you please write a jealous harry potter when his girlfriend starts hanging out with cedric?”

• summary: the request lol

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Every Friday after classes, Harry, you, Ron, and Hermione would find a quiet place to watch a movie on the projector Ron had snuck in. It was a tradition the four of you had come up with after finally each falling into your respective couples. You and Harry were first - you both knew you liked each other but never said anything. After a heated argument one day in the library (mostly you were frustrated he wasn’t being safe and smart with his life after an encounter with you-know-who) and he kissed you right in the middle of your rant. You two had been together ever since. Ron and Hermione finally admitted their feelings shortly after.

Tonight, you were late. Only by a few minutes, but enough to have Harry wondering where you were and how you were doing. What he didn’t expect to see or hear was your giggling followed by a deep voice coming his way. His head turned quickly to find you walking towards the group with Cedric Diggory at your side. Harry furrowed his brows and looked to Hermione and Ron in confusion. They didn’t look as worried as he was, but still offered no kind of relieving explanation. Once you reached them, he watched as you said goodbye and walked over to lean down and kiss Harry on the cheek. Cedric waved to the group before heading forward someplace else.

Harry cleared his throat. “Erm was that Diggory over there?”

“Yeah, it was,” you start, “I ran into him and we were talking about the Transfiguration assignment before we realized we were heading the exact same way.”

“Oh, hm, alright.”

And that was the end of that. Harry didn’t press any further. He didn’t see the need and he wasn’t the type. He was just glad you were at his side now and he could enjoy the movie with you.

The next day at breakfast, Harry listened to how worried you were about passing two of your classes. He tried to tell you everything would be alright but he could hardly get a word in. He didn’t mind though. He liked listening to you even if half of it wasn’t really making any sense.

“Y/N!”

Both Harry and your head turn to the noise. It was Cedric Diggory heading your way, papers in hand.

“Hello Potter.” Cedric says smiling.

“Diggory.” He nods politely.

“Y/N, here are those notes that I promised you. I was able to find them in my things from last yea I had buried.”

“Oh my God thank you!” Harry watches you exclaim. “You’re a life saver!”

Harry rolls his eyes as Cedric walks away. He’s even more surprised when you jump out of your seat.

“I have to go study these Harry, I’ll see you later.”

Unfortunately for him, later wasn’t until the night where he was finally able to see you holed up in your room, Diggory’s notes in hand. Like the good boyfriend he is, Harry brought your favorite snacks because he knew you’d want them and wasn’t sure if you had eaten or not. You told him all about what you had learned and understood now that you had the notes, and he stroked your hair and listened until you fell asleep on his chest. For some reason, even though nothing was wrong, every time you mentioned Cedric and his oh so helpful notes there was a little ball of fire simmering in Harry’s chest. Tonight he would ignore it, but he wasn’t sure for how much longer he would be able to do that.

“Do you think this Diggory thing is weird?” Harry asks Ron during a Wizard’s Chess game the next day. You and Hermione were off in the library looking for a next good read. Harry and Ron weren’t as interested in doing that.

“What Cedric? What thing?”

“Well, I don’t know. First he walks her to us on Friday and now he’s giving her notes?”

Ron stuffs his face with toast before answering, mouth full. “Well, I don’t know, sounds innocent enough to me, she’s been really stressing about that class.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

After the match, Harry and Ron make their way to the library and see you and Hermione side by side by side looking looking at a book that was thick enough that your foot could probably break if it was accidentally dropped. Unfortunately, Cedric was right in between the two of you.

“This is amazing.” You gleam. Harry watched as you smiled ear to ear looking at the pages in front of you. It didn’t help the ball of fire that Cedric was smiling too.

“Hey guys.” Hermion says. You look up and when you spot Harry you make your way over to him.

“How was chess?” you ask as you kiss him gently on the lips.

Harry kisses you back while still keeping his eye on Cedric. He notices that Cedric’s eyes haven’t left you. “Ron won. What’s going on here?”

“Y/N and I were looking for a really good fantasy book about this Herbologist and Cedric helped us find something even better since we couldn’t find the copy we were looking for. Guess it was already checked out.”

“Hmm.” Harry says.

“What’s wrong?” You ask.

Harry shakes his head as if to say nothing.

Cedric greets the boys and then bids you all goodbye. Harry thought that still his eyes lingered on you for a little too long, but nothing in your response to him gave Harry any pause. You weren’t giving Diggory any extra attention that gave any problem but still he couldn’t quite get the flames to calm down.

Harry held your hand as he walked you to your dorm. He was quiet almost the whole time and let you talk about the book Cedric had introduced you to. To be honest, and he hated, it sounded like a really good book. And Harry hated that. He knows it’s innocent and nothing is technically wrong, but still he was upset because Cedric lately has seemed to be able to help you with so many things.

“Harry?” You ask.

“Hm?” Before he knew it you had already reached your dorm, but he was lost in thought.

“What’s wrong? Honestly this time..” You ask.

“Nothing.” He says. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“Harry, you’re lying.”

Harry wanted to deny and argue, but he knew that you knew him better than that and would beat the answer out of him sooner or later.

“I just, you know, Diggory has been doing a lot for you lately and the way he was looking at you today was just..ya’know I -”

“Harry, are you jealous?”

Harry’s cheeks turned a shade of pink that made you smile.

Harry leaned into you as you cupped on of your hands onto the side of his face and the other ran through his hair.

“Harry, I only have eyes for you. You don’t ever need to worry.”

You press your lips against his and he kisses back with fervor. He liked that your lips tasted like cherries for some reason and he savored it while his hands wrapped around your waist. He got butterflies when you moaned as he gently bit your lip. He loves the feeling of you against him and he just wanted to get closer and be able to be in this moment with you forever.

“That’s good to hear.” He says when you finally break away. He could feel heat in his cheeks almost hotter than the moment the two of you just shared.

“Jealousy is not a good look on you Potter. I prefer flushed instead.”

[eunoiaflow3r]

are you writing for ron weasley? if so, i’ve got a request!! there way too less ron smut on here..

so imagine ron & reader are attracted to each other but none of them are making a move, too scared that the other one isn’t feeling the same.

one day ron & harry are visiting hermione & reader in their dorm, where the girls are on hermione‘s bed, reading. reader‘s wearing the school uniform with a short skirt and when ron & harry come into the room they have a direct view of readers clothed pussy, because the skirt is so short. harry & ron are very flustered & ron can already feel the boner coming. harry takes this chance & says that him & hermione have to go get something & that ron & reader just stay here until they come back. idk how but somehow smut ensues where he’s fucking her soooo good & hard hehe maybe harry & hermione even hear when they come back & decide to stay away for a little longer🤭

sorry if this is too long🫣

better than the books

[eunoiaflow3r]

better than the books - ron weasley

requests open! please send some!

warning(s): language(?), smut, unedited, rushed ending

word count: 1.8k

request(ed): yes. “one day ron & harry are visiting hermione & reader in their dorm, where the girls are on hermione‘s bed, reading. reader‘s wearing the school uniform with a short skirt and when ron & harry come into the room they have a direct view of readers clothed pussy, because the skirt is so short. harry & ron are very flustered & ron can already feel the boner coming. harry takes this chance & says that him & hermione have to go get something & that ron & reader just stay here until they come back. idk how but somehow smut ensues where he’s fucking her soooo good & hard”

changed the request a bit but more or less the same lol.

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Ron almost couldn’t, no wouldn’t, well, didn’t want to, look away. You just looked so pretty. He and Harry had just come from the common room where they were playing games with Neville. After a few hours of it, they grew weary and thought of no better idea than to come bother the two of you. That was no small feat, of course, they had to do some sneaking and snooping as boys weren’t allowed in the girls’ dorms - but, sneaking was their specialty.

Now he was regretting it. You were sat on your bed, in a tight cami that hugged your torso - more specifically your breasts, where you wore no bra, and had short shorts on that left little to nothing to the imagination. Your smooth legs were pulled up so that your knees were in front of your chest, and you were reading a book that was laid lazily on the top of your knees. Your feet were tucked under the covers, but after no serious inspection there was no doubt that you weren’t wearing any panties.

Ron wanted to groan where he stood. There was no reason you had to look so good. He looked over to Harry. He wasn’t seeing what he was seeing. He was too busy arguing with Hermione about who knows what. That didn’t matter right now. He walked over and sat on the edge of your bed careful not to shift the blanket away from your feet. He knows how you get about your feet being cold - even though you didn't bother with socks at the moment. From this angle, he could see the way your knees pushed against your breasts making them perkier and bigger. He wished he could just reach out and touch them - feel the softness under his fingers. When he sat, you shifted to make room leaving him with a quick view of your hardened nipples. No doubt from the slight breeze in the room.

Ron felt like he was going to faint if he didn’t get this out of his system…and soon.

”How’s your book y/n?” He asks.

Unlike Hermione, the books you read were anything but educational and filled with knowledge. Most of the time they were pure sin on paper. Other times it was teeth rotting sweetness that would make any girl swoon to her knees. Right now, you were reading something that had a little bit of both with just a little more of that sin. You would never admit that to Ron though. I mean, how could you? It’s sort of embarrassing. What would he think if you knew you were reading such things? And what would he think if he knew that when you read the words on those pages…you were really thinking about him?

So you pivot. You close the book quickly and shove it under the pillow next to you.

”Nothing! I mean…nothing interesting…just science.”

“What's scientific about “Passions Promise?”

Fuck. He saw the title. You look over to Harry and Hermione and could see them talking. Much different than the bickering they were doing moments before. You couldn’t really hear what they were saying - they were being unusually quiet, but before you could attempt to eavesdrop or question them, they were getting themselves up and readying to leave.

“Hey!” You nearly leap out of bed - eager to put some distance between you and Ron. “Where are you guys going?”

When you got up, your shorts shifted so that he caught a quick glimpse of what was underneath. And not sure how possible, he was even harder than he was before. Unbeknownst to you, Harry shot Ron a wink before escaping through the door - luckily escaping your interrogation. You didn’t know it yet, but he was doing you a favor. He and Hermione were both sick of the two of you. The awkwardness, the tension. All because you couldn’t admit your feelings.

“Oh you know, we’re just taking a stroll. I’m hungry. Harry’s hungry. We’re going to go find something to eat.”

”But you hate sneaking around at night.”

”Well, yes, yeah, I know. If anything I won’t go much further than the common room. We’ll see, and we’ll be back.”

”But -“ Before you could finish she shut the door in your face and left you alone.

Well, not quite alone.

Ron watches as you turn around and loves the look on your face when you notice what he has in his hands. “Passions Promise.” He watches you take a step forward towards him and can’t help admire your body on the way over. Even though he could tell you were probably embarrassed and that just made him even more giddy. And horny. The things he would do to have you under him right now.

You were horrified. And he was smug. You could tell.

”Her body was on fire, his fingertips lit a blaze amongst her skin she had never felt with any man before. He pressed kisses down her stomach she swore could make her cum had he continued -“

”Ron!” You exclaimed cutting him off. You tried to snatch the book from him and found yourself between his legs while he held it over his head and away from you. Even though you had the height advantage, he was stronger. So so strong. That’s one of the things that turns you on about him. You know if he wanted to, he could have you off of him and away from the book in a second. But he wasn’t…he was playing a game.

You stopped trying to fight against him. It was no use. You were out of breath and so was he. His cheeks were a rosy color and his lips were puffed and bitten from trying to hold you back. He does that a lot. Bites his lip. It drives you crazy.

He looks at you and it’s as if his eyes are saying a million things his mouth aren’t. And boy did you wanna hear what his mouth had to say. You wanted to feel it too.

As soon as he walked into the room pajama pants low, sweater a bit baggy on his arms, and his hair disheveled in the way you loved - you wanted to jump his bones. He was the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen - and he didn’t even know how handsome he was.

You felt as his hand - warm and comforting, made its way to the back of your thigh and pulled you forward. You took that as a hint to place both of your knees on either side of his waist and straddle him. He helped you get comfortable and you felt his hands wander.

Ron was in heaven. The girl of his dreams was in his lap and he honestly didn’t have any thought to be nervous. He just wanted you. His hands made his way up and down your thighs until finally he felt comfortable enough to grab your ass and squeeze. He smiled when he heard you softly moan. He could feel your hands playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“So is that what you want Y/n?”

”What?”

He brings one of his hands to your stomach lightly massaging the area.

”Kisses down your stomach you swear could make you cum?”

”Ron…”

He started kissing your neck and he could feel as you started to grind against him.

Why have you guys never done this before? Why did he wait so long?

He made his way down your neck and then down your chest. He started sucking a spot onto the top of your breast he knew would leave a mark but he didn’t care

“Tell me Y/N…”

“Yes Ron, please.”

And honestly, that’s all he needed before he stood up with you in his arms and laid you on your back. He kissed you - it was hot and sweet and feverish. He went back to trying to kiss his way down but you had other plans.

You can admit that you were a little impatient. You had waited so long for this the foreplay was the anticipation of you two finally being able to do this. Your hands went down to find the waistband of his pants and he bucked forwards once he felt your hand accidentally, or not so accidentally brushing his dick.

He helped you take them off and went to kiss you before grinding himself against you. Your shorts were long gone. You both moaned at the contact. You needed more.

“Please Ron, please just fuck me.”

“Yes ma’am.”

As he pulls down his underwear you grab a condom from your bedside drawer. He raises his eyebrows at you cheekily but takes it. You watch as he rolls it on and your mouth waters. He was big, curved and just…perfect.

You pull him down to your for a kiss by his neck and he kisses you as he lines himself up with your entrance. He prods as if asking for permission and you nod. You both moan when he’s fully inside and before you know it he has a rhythm going and he’s hitting that spot inside of you. This was better than any words on paper or scenario you could imagine.

This was real, this was tangible. What you’ve wanted for so long was finally happening. It felt so good that you never wanted it to stop. His moans were like music to your ears and you started to think of things you could do just so you could hear them again.

There wasn’t a prettier picture to Ron then what was under him. Well, who was under him. He swore he would love to see your beautiful face twisted up in pleasure for the rest of his life, as long as he was the one who could always pleasure you.

His hand trailed down to your clit which caused you to squeeze around him tighter. He nearly came on the spot but he wanted to wait until you came first.

You were shaking. The penetration plus the stimulations was just too much for you to handle and quickly you were cumming around his dick.

“Fuck, Ron, please fuck I’m cumming.”

“It’s okay baby let it go. Cum for me.”

You came and felt as Ron gently pulled out to cum as well. If you weren’t so tired you’d make a move to cover up but, you were properly fucked out.

Once Ron caught his breath he found your shorts and helped slide them back onto you.

“You’re so beautiful Y/N.”

“Shut up.”

He smiles to himself and gets himself situated as well. Before he could talk to you and and try and discuss where you guys stood now, the door was creaking open and Fred, Harry, and Hermione were coming through.

“God it reeks of sex in here what on Earth -“ Fred starts before eyeing you and Ron. “Oh finally I was starting to think you didn’t have the balls Ronny boy I -“

Ron leaps up and starts to push Fred out of the room.

“Alright that’s enough of that everyone! Show’s over. Y/N, I will see you tomorrow love and I’m expecting a recap of that wonderful novel of yours. We can talk about what it all means -“

“Or maybe reenact what it all means.” Fred interrupts cheekily.

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it’s you - draco malfoy x reader

(brothers best friend)

requests open

warning(s): language, smut, unedited

word count: 3.7k

request(ed): no

summary: draco is your brother’s best friend. what happens when he can’t stay away anymore?

characters are 17+ (no war).

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You’re completely convinced that you’ve never been more bored in your life. You’ve spent the last twenty minutes racking your brain trying to remember a time you’ve been more bored than you are right now, and to your luck, you can’t find a single instance. For the past two hours, you’ve been sitting idly by, twiddling your thumbs while you watched your brother and his friends participate in various activities involving drinking and hollering. The scenery was nice - they’re by the lake and have a little bonfire going, but you were hungry and tired. Your brother Caleb dragged you out here because he convinced you it would be fun, but you’re regretting more and more having ever agreed. You told him you wanted to go back to the castle but he didn’t trust you to make it back alone without getting everyone caught.

So now you were sitting here miserable. Before you could wallow any further, someone joined you at your side. You turned. Draco Malfoy. Of course. He was your brother’s best friend and your biggest pain in the side. Your brother and him have been friends for yours and you’ve never particularly cared for him. He was rude, snotty, and a know-it-all. He thinks he’s always right and when he isn’t he’s a baby about it. Granted, he has matured over the years but your distaste for him hasn’t.

“Y/N.” He says as he stands above you. His hair is messy and he smells like mint and alcohol. His cheeks are brushed pink and he has a slight smile adorning his flushed face.

“Malfoy.” You return. The moon shines behind him and for some reason, In this light, he doesn’t look half bad. Ew. What are you thinking?

“I’ve noticed you looking pretty lonely and bored over here maybe it’s time for you to find some friends.”

You roll your eyes. “I have friends. They just don’t have brothers who force them out of bed in the middle of the night.”

“Hmmm.” He stays silent for a moment. Like he’s contemplating something. “Well, I can take you to bed if you want.”

Your eyes widen. Wait. He didn’t mean it that way. Why did your mind automatically go the other way? It’s like he could sense what you were thinking because he chuckled lightly.

“Not like that. You’re a baby and your brother would have a conundrum.”

You roll your eyes. You were not a baby. Only one year younger. “Fine.”

“Alright let me go find him.”

You watched as he walked in the direction of your brother who was laughing and swinging someone’s jacket around. They talked for a few moments and eventually, your brother made eye contact with you and nodded in your direction - bidding you goodnight.

After grabbing his things, Draco headed back over towards you.

“Alright, Cinny let’s get going.”

Cinny was a nickname Draco gave you a while ago. Back when you were kids your parents arranged play dates for Draco and your brother. Your mom had cooked cinnamon rolls and you begged and pleaded for the last one but she had already promised it to Draco and couldn’t take back her promise. From then on, Draco teased you about how he got it and proceeded to call you Cinny.

You remember going to bed sad but when you woke up the next day there was a fresh one waiting for you on your nightstand. That was only the beginning of your little grudge against Draco.

“How often do I have to tell you to stop calling me that?”

Draco rolls his eyes and leads you through the trees to a clearing towards the castle. Once you got to the edge, Draco found an opening to the inside all the while urging you to stay quiet. You did but you didn’t want to just to spite him. Once you made it inside the castle Draco insisted on walking you to your room. He said your brother would kill him and you if you were caught and snitched on them.

You agreed because he was right but that didn’t mean you would like it.

You hated walking around Hogwarts at night. Everything bad that’s ever happened at Hogwarts has always been at night and you didn’t want to be the next witch it happened to. 

“Shit.” You hear Draco whisper.

“What?” You ask.

Draco nods for you to look straight ahead and about 20 feet ahead of you coming around the corner, wand raised. Undoubtedly Filch waiting to catch unsuspecting students. And you’d be next. Fuck.

Draco grabs your hand, turns you around, and pulls you forward. You wanted to pull your hand away but knew it wasn’t the right time. Draco pulled you to turn the corner and before you knew it you were pushed into the equivalent of a broom closet..except you’ve never seen this door or this closet before.

“Draco what is this?”

“Shhh!”  He whispers.

There was no room to move. You and Draco were pushed together and his ear was against the door listening. He muttered a spell to lock the door and urged you to stay quiet. All you could hear was the beating of your heart through your ears and each of you trying to calm yourselves down after having to run. 

Once a few moments passed you finally realized the position you were in. When he pushed you in you had managed to turn around as now you were pressed against him - face to his chest. Your hands are pressed against his stomach to try and keep some space between you - yet for some reason you were wondering what it felt like to close the gap.

He looked down at you and you watched as he brought his hand up to move your hair away from your face. For some reason, you couldn’t even find the words to stop him. You weren’t even sure if you wanted to.

You watched as he licked his lips and ran his other hand through his hair - making it even messier than it was before. He turned away.

“Come on let’s go.”

He unlocked the door and led the way to your room. For some reason, the air felt colder. It’s like his mood shift caused the whole environment to change. Was he going to kiss you? Was he thinking about kissing you? Were you thinking about kissing him?

After he dropped you off at your room you fell asleep almost instantly…the last thing on your brain was Draco Malfoy.

-

The next morning was rough. Your brother Caleb was hungover so he was being more irritable than usual. Luckily, he had ordered some sort of cure from Fred and George’s store but it hasn’t kicked in yet. The cure wasn’t exactly for sale - it was more so one of the things they’re experimenting with on the side. 

At breakfast, your friend Hanna was talking to you about the potions final coming up soon but all you could think about was Malfoy. The way the two of you were pressed against each other in that closet had you thinking of things that never really crossed your mind before. He was an ass. And your brother’s best friend. So now why all of a sudden do you feel the urge to know what his lips feel like against yours?

As you were leaving the dining area you noticed Draco walk in with some Slytherin girl Katherine. The two of you made eye contact but then your brother barreled past you and slung his arm across Malfoy’s shoulders. For some reason, your chest began to tighten.

-

“Y/N!”  Hanna yells.

That jolts you up. “Huh?”

“What on earth are you daydreaming about that you couldn’t hear the biggest news I’ve had to tell in a while!”

You both were in herbology and you must have zoned out. Distracted with thoughts of Draco and that girl. But you wouldn’t tell Hanna that. From now on, you would push them and him out of your mind. What were you thinking anyway? Developing a crush on Draco Malfoy! Ugh, no.

“Sorry, sorry. What’s the news?”

Hanna gave you a look and rolled her eyes but continued anyway. “Lillian heard from Ella who heard from Dina who heard from Neville who heard from Ginny that Ron was going to ask you to the formal!”

Your eyes widen. “What?” 

“Yes!”

You and Ron were good friends. Despite your brothers’ proximity to Draco and his grudges - you never let it intervene with you. Those were his problems, not yours. So when you were in your second year and Ron was in his third and he needed help studying for a class you were good at (Hermione was busy) you couldn’t help but want to help and be his friend. From then on you remained close with him and had a good relationship with his friends as well. 

So hearing this…you weren’t exactly against it. You just don’t know if you could see Ron as anything other than a friend. Luckily, you wouldn’t have to.

“Y/n!”

Ron caught up with you in the Dining Hall right as you were about to sit down for dinner.

“You, me, the formal..and I know what you’re thinking and yes I like you but not like that - I just need to get back at Hermione,” He kept going before you could even get a word in. “She told me that I could never willingly get anyone to go with me. That it would just be a repeat of the fourth year. So please go with me to prove her wrong and make her jealous.”

The face he was making was so unbelievable that you couldn’t help but laugh.

“What’s in it for me Weasley?” You ask. 

“Oh c’mon don’t tell me you don’t have anyone you’d like to make jealous.”

For some reason, your eyes immediately shifted towards Draco. It was for a quick second but Ron immediately caught. All the other times he’s as dense as a rock but now’s the time he wants to pay attention. Of course.

“Y/n you can’t be serious.”

You blush and look down. “Of course not. I was merely looking around y’know….the scenery….”

There was a moment of silence.

“Y/n.” He paused. “I hope you know what you’re doing. What you’re wanting to get yourself into. But, I promise we’re gonna have fun at that dance. Alright?”

You nod. “Alright. And buy some robes this time. Please none from your mother.”

“Yeah yeah.” He rolls his eyes and gets up to meet with his friends but not before parting with a hug.

-

Before you could make your way into the common room you felt a strong force pull you away.

“Hey! What the fu-“

“So Ron Weasley?” 

You look up and that song force who still had his hands wrapped around your arm was Draco Malfoy.

You tug your arm away.

“Wow, word travels fast. What’s it to you?”

He walks down the hall further so that you’re out of eye-line from other people. You follow close behind.

“You’re my best mates sister you don’t think it’d matter to me?”

You cross your arms. 

“Why now all of a sudden? Didn’t seem to matter when I was with Daniel…or Gregory.”

You watched as his eyes darkened and his jaw clenched. Daniel and Gregory were both brief situations you had long ago. They didn’t end badly or anything they just weren’t the one for you.

You felt him breathe slowly.

“It’s a Weasley. And does your brother know about this?”

“I don’t give a flying fuck if he does Draco. This is my life. And you can calm down with this whole overprotective bodyguard cosplay. It’s not necessary nor do I need it. Plus you know you’re one to talk I -“

But before you could finish he was grabbing your face and kissing you like his life depended on it. His fingers are slender and cold against your face but it was a feeling you began to crave as he pulled you closer to him. He pushed you around so that you were pushed against the wall and one of his hands was on the side of your face while the other was wrapped around your waist. You nearly moaned into his mouth the way his tongue was dancing against yours. 

When he pulled away you found it difficult to catch your breath.

“Draco…” you began to say.

But he cut you off. “Goodnight Y/N.”

_

You went to sleep even more confused. What is going on? This hot and coldness coming from him is messing up your emotions. What did he want? What did you want? What would your brother think? He would probably have a fit.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” Hanna walked side by side with you as you headed to your first class of the day.

“Nothing.”

“You know you’ve been distracted lately. Is this about Ron?”

“It’s not like that with Ron. We’re just friends.”

“Well, it’s like that with someone. Only someone in deep turmoil about a boy makes the faces you’re making.”

You roll your eyes and distract her by bringing up your dresses for the formal. It seemed to work as now she was rambling about whether purple or pink would bring out the color of her eyes more and if there was a chance she could go with this guy she’d been eyeing named Terry.

When you got out of class your brother was waiting for you.

“So what’s this I hear about Weasley?”

You roll your eyes. “He’s just a friend.”

“A friend who’s taking you to a dance. Yeah very likely.”

“I’m serious.”

“Fine. But I better not see any hands. And have you seen Draco?”

You perked up at this - more than you meant to. “No, why would I have seen him?”

Your brother shrugs. “I don’t know. Just around. He’s been acting weird these past couple of days just distant and short with me.”

You wondered if that had anything to do with you. 

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The dance came faster than you knew. You were in the middle of getting ready with Hanaa and she was helping you fix your hair. She had curled it in a way that made it fall effortlessly down your back. You looked and felt beautiful. You only hoped that Draco would feel the same.

Like she wanted, Terry asked Hanna to the dance. They looked really good together. You, Ron, Hanaa, and Terry all made your way to the dance together. Ron led you over to where Harry and Ginny were but you knew his eyes were searching for Hermione’s just as yours were searching for Draco’s. You didn’t see him anywhere. Ron n led you to the dance floor and you danced together and you almost forgot all of your feelings for a moment. You let the music distract you, and you let Ron’s jokes keep you laughing.

You and Ron were in a rhythm until you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned to see Draco dressed and smiling down at you. He was in black from head to toe and looked amazing. You blushed and looked at Ron. He didn’t look amused. 

“Care to dance?”

You looked at Ron again and he shrugged. You nodded and took Draco’s hand. He walked you a certain distance away and you could feel Ron and his friends’ eyes on you. Luckily you didn’t care all too much. 

You put your hands around his neck while he wraps his arms around your waist.

“You look beautiful in red Y/n.”

“Thank you. You look nice as well.”

He stays silent. Like he’s searching for words. 

“What’s going with us Draco?” you ask, searching for his eyes. He finds yours and you never want to look anywhere else.

“I don’t know Y/n..but seeing you here with Weasley..and your brother I -”

“So you only noticed me because you thought I was with someone else?”

“No.”

“Then what is it then? Why all of a sudden? Why are you acting like this?”

“Cinny, your brother -”

“It’s not about my brother Draco. It’s about me. What about me?”

You dropped your hands and pulled away from him. You didn’t want to be near him anymore. You didn’t want to be near anyone anymore. How could he make you feel the things you were feeling but not be able to own up to them? Not be able to stand up for you? How could he not know what he wants?

You found yourself leaving the ball area and wandering down the halls until you found a place to sit and think. You understood his gestation. He didn’t want to hurt your brother. Probably didn’t want to lose his friendship either. But how could he look at you the way he does and not want to do something about it? How could he kiss you like that and not want more?”

You looked up when you heard footsteps coming toward you. It was him. You rolled your eyes.

You stood up. “Draco go away. Find me when you know what you want.”

“I know what I want.”

And his lips were on yours again. Just like that, all the passion and the hotness - right there again. His lips against yours were the warmest, softest thing you’ve ever felt. And you didn’t want to stop feeling it. His hand found your ass and gripped it. He moaned into your mouth when your tongue found his. You wanted to ask so many questions but you didn’t care about any of it right now. All you wanted was him -against you, under you, over you…it didn’t seem to matter. Sooner or later you let him lead you to his room.

You thought you’d be nervous but you weren’t. You knew him too well, and you wanted it too bad. For a brief moment you thought about Ron - leaving him at the party - and you thought about your brother - what would he think? But all that was lost when Draco was locking the door and slipping your dress down and around your ankles. 

“You look so fucking beautiful. I’ve wanted you forever.”

He made sure you were comfortable in his bed and started kissing you again. You were so overwhelmed. The feeling of him on top of you - the smell of him clouding your senses - you practically naked under him. It was all a lot and you wanted more. 

“Draco take your clothes off.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You watched as he unbuttoned his coat and took it off. Next was his shirt that perfectly exposed his abs. You got up and helped him with his pants so that now all he was in was his underwear. You opened your legs so that he could lay on top of you and fit between them. He continued to kiss you as if his life depended on it.

He kissed down your neck and fondled your breasts. You were moaning his name and grinding against him.

“Draco please just give it to me.”

“Are you sure?”

You nod.

“No, love, let me hear you say it.”

“Yes, Draco I’m sure.”

He dims the light and grabs a condom from his bedside. You watch as he takes his underwear off and rolls the condom onto himself. You can’t see anything that well so you’re just waiting in anticipation. He rubs your clit with his thumb and you moan in return. He then brings his fingers down to your hole and slides a finger in. You grip the sheets in return. 

“You Draco. I’m ready for you.”

“Okay.”

He positions himself so that he’s lined up with your entrance and pushes so that just the tip is in. You both gaspeed at how good it felt as he pushed himself all the way in until he bottomed out. You felt so full and he felt so good.

“Fuck Draco.”

He started to move and you started to wonder why you didn’t do this earlier. He got into a steady rhythm and he started kissing you which masked your moans. He moved down and started sucking on your neck - undoubtedly leaving a hickey. You couldn’t bring yourself to care. Just wanted him to go faster.

“More, please.”

He started going faster and a bit rougher while rubbing your clit. That really sent you over the edge. He moaned in your ear which only brought you closer to your orgasm.

“Baby I want you to cum for me. Think you can do that?”

You didn’t respond all you could was moan as everything he was doing felt so good and was sending you over the edge. You couldn’t even move it felt so good. It was like you were parlyzed by pleasure.

“Draco, Draco I’m gonna cum please don’t stop.”

“Yeah? Yeah? You’re gonna cum for me baby? Cum around my cock baby I know you can do it.”

And with those words you were cumming. Draco came too as he felt you tighten around his cock with your orgasm. You were the most beautiful things he’s ever seen and you were coming undone right in front of him. He felt like the luckiest man alive.

He slid out of you, took care of the condom and kissed your forehead as he took a warm rag and cleaned up any of the mess you made. A mess he wanted to clean for the rest of his life. When he was done, he put his underwear back on and brought you a shirt to wear. Once you put it on he laid next to you.

“I want you Y/N. I always have. I’ve wanted you since you put me in my place fourth year when I wouldn’t stop messing with people. I’ve wanted you since you started going out with those boys and I couldn’t do anything about it. Hell, I’ve wanted you since you threw a tantrum over a cinnamon roll and I made you a new one the next day. I’ve always loved you. I know what I want. It’s you.”

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trade - fred weasley x reader

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warning(s): language, not edited, smut

word count: 1.1k

request(ed): “rough sex with fred? 😊”

summary: kitchen sex lol

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Summers for you meant counting down the days til the cooler weather and staying with the Weasley’s. Your first year you became really close with Hermione and hence Harry and Ron as well. The four of you became a unit and would hardly be seen without each other.

Right now, you were in the Weasley’s kitchen late at night looking for some juice. Usually it’d be gone, but you saved yourself some and hid it from everyone so you could drink it later…except now you couldn’t find it at all.

“Looking for this?” You turned to find Fred, shirtless, pajama pants hanging low, with your mason jar of juice in his hand. Everyone knew you liked drinking out of them so you know Fred knows it’s yours.

“Give it up Fred…” Your relationship with Fred was rocky. He played pranks on you most times, and teased you others. Still, you couldn’t deny the attraction even though he annoyed the hell out of you.

You walk towards him and try to grab your drink but he holds it way over your head making it impossible for you to reach. You try but notice your shirt going up as you do.

He grins.

“That’s mine ya’know.”

“Molly gave it to me.” you say.

“Hmm, looks better on you.”

He takes a sip of your juice and you know he’s behaving this way to tease you. From the moment he laid his eyes on you he was mentally undressing you. You knew what this was going to lead to.

He takes a step closer to you and places his hands on your waist. Once he sees you have no objection he switches you two around so that your now pressed agains the counter.

Fred leans down so that his mouth was next to your ear. “How about a trade…shirt for juice?”

Before you could answer he was pressing kisses down your neck and kissing the exposed skin as he unbuttoned the shirt. You tried hard not to moan but let a few slip..this only egged him on. You forgot all about the juice as his mouth went lower down your body until he had you lifted on the counter and he was right above your pussy.

“May I?” he asks.

“Please…”

He gently slides off your panties and tucks them in his pocket discreetly. He presses wet kisses along your thighs until finally making his way back to your pussy where he takes urgency to your clit, not wasting any time as he flicks it with his tongue. You cover your mouth with your hand as to keep the moans in and after a couple minutes you just couldn’t take it anymore. He was doing a marvelous job, but you wanted more.

“Fred, fred, fuck me please.” You whisper.

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you?”

He helps you down from the counter and kisses you, hard, his hand finds your hair and pulls so that you were completely in his control staring up at him while his tongue danced with yours.

He spun you around so that you were facing the counter.

“Bend over for me baby.”

He massages one of your breasts while he reaches for a condom from his pockets. Why he has one just in there…you don’t know but you were growing impatient. You wanted him…bad.

He pulls down his pants and you could tell he was rubbing himself but you were too nervous to turn around and look. You could hear as he rolled the condom on and anticipated his next move.

“You ready?”

You already knew you were wet enough - his mouth had made sure of it - you were so ready.

You nod.

“Wanna hear you say it love.”

“I’m ready Fred, please give it to me.”

That’s all he needed to hear. He pulled your hips towards him so that you were leaning forwards more, and pressed the head of his cock into your pussy. He pushed in and again, you covered your mouth to hide your moan. He kept going and you wondered if it was ever going to stop. He felt so good and he was so long you wanted to scream.

Once he was all the way in he paused, wanting you adjusted, until he pulled out again and started to keep a rhythm. He leant towards you and you could hear him moan which only turned you on more.

“Fuck baby you feel so good, so wet for me right now.”

And you were. You could hear it. And fuck did you never want this to stop. You were reaching towards the counter, towards anything that might steady you - he began to go faster, rougher, he pulled your hair and moaned your name and you wondered if he was worried about getting caught but also feeling yourself nearing climax.

He hit that spot in you every time and you were almost there. Almost.

“Harder Freddy, please…fuck me harder.”

“Shit.”

Fred casted a protection and silencing spell on the kitchen. There was no way he could continue without exposing the two of you. You wanted it hard? That’s the way you were going to get it.

He pulled you back more so now your body was angled and he slowed his rhythm while rubbing your clit. Once your moans were steady again he went faster until you were practically wanting to scream, and squeezing his cock.

“Fuck, I’m going to come Fred. I’m gonna come.”

“You gonna come? Let’s do it together Y/N.”

He rubs your clit faster and you can feel yourself black out as pleasure overwhelms you. When he feels you squeeze his cock as you cum he pulls out moaning as he cums into the condom.

“Fuck, Y/N, fuck.”

You smile as you try to calm yourself down. You were both sweaty and breathing uncontrollably. You could barely even stand anymore. You leaned against the counter and watched as he tugged his pants on and threw the condom away. He found you the shirt and helped you put it on and button it up.

“My panties?” You ask. He thinks you didn’t see him steal them but you did.

“Mmm gotta trade me something for them.”

You roll your eyes.

“A kiss?” he asks.

You smile and reach up so that your hands were on either side of his face and you bring him down so that you can kiss him. It was long and deep and almost had you ready for part two.

You pulled away and he fake pouted. You walked towards your drink and took a long drink. Fred came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, while pressing kisses against your neck.

“Come to bed with me? I can give you a more comfortable shirt…less buttons?”

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mine - ron weasley x reader

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warning(s): language, smut

word count: 1.9k

request(ed): fic where you saw ron and Hermione getting too close so you got mad and he was angry at you and gave you a punishment + Can you do anthor ron fic where the reader got jelly because she saw hermione and ron get close so she ignores him and he gets angry and puts her in her palce

summary: Y/N gets jealous and Ron has his way of reassuring her…characters 17+

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You weren’t even the one to notice it at first. Luna was at your side while you two studied on the lawn. There was a quiz in herbology and you desperately needed her help.

“They seem quite close.” Luna comments. You follow her eyes across the way to see Ron leaning against a pillar and Hermione in front of him holding her books and laughing at a joke he undoubtedly told. He smiled brightly and you watched as she leant out her arm to touch his.

Your heart kind of dropped but then you reminded yourself that they were friends. Just friends, and you didn’t need to worry.

At dinner you sat next to him and he pressed a kiss to your cheek and had his hand on your thigh as you two ate. You talked about your day and everything was pretty normal and you forgot what happened earlier - it became irrelevant, until the next day.

You didn’t see Ron at breakfast…or Hermione. Harry told you that they were in the hall studying for his test and normally it wouldn’t bother you except for the visuals you had of them yesterday. You trusted the both of them, sure, but it didn’t stop an insecurity from growing. You aren’t the type to compare yourself to another girl, but you can admit that his recent actions are hitting some kind of nerve.

———

“Hello Y/N!”

“Hi Y/N!”

Fred and George came over so that you were sat in the middle of them. You were on the couch in the Gryffindor common room writing a letter to your parents.

“Hey George, Fred. What are you guys up to?”

“Bored.” Fred answers.

“Are you doing anything interesting ?” George asks.

“Just writing.” You say.

You talk to them for a while until you all looked towards the portrait as it opened. You heard giggling and waited to see who would come out - Ron and Hermione. They both carried snacks and shared a bag of crisps.

“Hmmm.” Fred hummed.

“Hmmm indeed. They look cozy.” George whispered.

They both got up at the same time and rubbed Ron’s head as they left - probably to cause trouble somewhere. Hermione waved to you before going into her room, and Ron sat in the seat next to you, offering his crisps. You decline and feel yourself become stiff.

“Missed you today.” he says, going in to kiss your neck.

You move slightly so he doesn’t get the chance. “Where were you?”

He looks confused for a second at your movement but doesn’t comment. “With Hermione…and Harry. I’m sorry I’ve been distracted today.”

You hum. “Okay. I’m going to bed.”

“Already? It’s not even late yet.”

“I’m tired Ronald. Goodnight.”

You never called him by his full name but you must admit you were irritated. Yes he’s allowed to spend time with his friends, he doesn’t have to be around you 24/7…but them being so close just made you feel weird.

The next morning you woke up late…barely slept - tossing and turning thinking about Ron and Hermione. It made you sick to your stomach how seeing the two of them made you feel. And how could you even say anything? You would seem like a bad girlfriend if you brought it up. So you wouldn’t.

When you arrived at breakfast you saw Hermione next to Ron and Harry across from Ron. Hermione was stealing food off of Ron’s plate and he would pinch her every time she tried causing her to giggle. You couldn’t watch. It just seemed so flirty to you and you couldn’t stand it.

You decided to sit next to Blaise, as you haven’t caught up with him in a while. Yes he was friends with Draco and Pansy, sworn enemies to your friends but Blaise didn’t care about any of that. You two have been close since childhood. You told him what was troubling you (quiet enough so that Draco and Pansy couldn’t hear) and he told you that your feelings were valid. That Ron seemed good enough but his actions can definitely seem off putting.

———

Across the hall Ron watched as you sat next to Blaise and began to talk. He was aware of yours and his relationship but he didn’t understand why you’d rather sit next to Blaise than him. He was also confused as to why you were late to breakfast and short with him last night. It wasn’t until he saw Blaise whisper something into your ear that made you giggle that made him angry.

“Why is Y/N sitting over there?” Ron asked no one in particular.

Harry turned and saw and so did Hermione.

“That’s strange,” she commented. “I haven’t seen her much at all these past few days actually do you think she’s been with him?”

Ron didn’t like that comment. He wasn’t jealous, no, but it did irk him a bit. He’s been with Hermione and Harry…does that mean she’s been with Blaise?

When he saw you in the hall a few hours later he tried coming up and talking to you but you just gave him a quick look and walked away. That pissed him off. Now he realized what you were doing was intentional. He just couldn’t figure out why.

It happened again during your last class which you conveniently had together - you avoided him. Made sure that you always seemed to be busy in conversation with someone else so that he would look like the asshole if he interrupted. You were being coy and he knew it.

———

You had managed to ignore Ron all day. That was Blaise’a advice. Yes, it was petty, but you were mad. Give him a taste of his own medicine. It hurt because you missed him, and you thought about how this might push Ron towards Hermione more but if Ron didn’t notice your absence then you shouldn’t be together.

You sat in the common room, playing a game with Luna when Ron made his way over.

He leans down so that his lips are next to your ear.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

You roll your eyes.

“And so what if I have? Didn’t think you’d notice anyway.”

He clenched his jaw and didn’t say anything for a moment. You got nervous but continued your game.

“C’mon, let’s go.”

“I’m playing this -“

“Y/N.”

And that’s all it took. You followed him into his room and watched as he cast a spell to lock the door. You took a seat on his bed and watched as he took his robes off and began loosening his tie.

“So what’s going on?”

“Nothing.” You say.

“Don’t say that. I know it’s something, don’t lie to me.”

You cross your arms and stare at the floor.

“If you can hang out with your…friend…Then I should be able to hang out with mine, right?”

Ron took a moment to thing as he leaned against his dresser so that he was sitting on it. Then it clicked for him. Hermione. Blaise.

He grinned, but you could tell he wasn’t happy.

“So, you see Hermione and I together, and instead of communicating your feelings, you decide to make me jealous and angry by hanging out and flirting with Blaise?”

“I wasn’t trying to - wasn’t trying to make you jealous. I went to him for advice.”

He shakes his head. “What I’m hearing is you don’t trust me. Don’t trust me enough be loyal and respect your, our, boundaries.

I don’t want anyone but you, and I thought we were on the same page. I love you. Don’t want anyone but you, wouldn’t even dare look at anyone else the way I look at you. You should feel comfortable enough to talk to me when you’re feeling some kind of way.”

You were silent. He was right. You should have just talked to him. He would have understood.

“I’m sorry.” You say.

He nods towards his bed. “Undress please.” he comes closer as you do. “Obviously I have to show you to trust me.”

You have to admit, you were excited, but nervous.

He moves you up so that your head was on his pillows and he was in between your legs. He leans down so that his lips were right above yours and waits until you make the first move. You lift your chin up and he kisses you, hard, and passionately. His hand makes his way up to your neck and squeezes gently which makes you moan into his mouth. When he takes his hand away you whine until he pulls away and pulls your arms so that they’re above your head.

He removes his tie and ties your wrists to the headboard.

“Ron, please…”

He knew you loved to touch. Loved your fingers in his hair or on his back, around his neck. He was taking that privilege away and kissing down your neck. He took a moment to take one of your nipples into his mouth while he massaged the other. When he was done, he switched sides until finally he was ready to leave more wet kisses down your body.

When he got to just below your belly button he took his thumb to rub at your clit. You moaned and tried to pull your arms away from the headboard. You wanted to touch, so bad.

“Ron, oh God.” You whined.

He kept rubbing as he back up so that he was on his stomach, arms positioned under your legs, hands on your breasts, and face near your heat.

He leans down and licks a stripe up until he gets to your clit - there he sucks until your moans turn into pleads.

You try to close your legs or move but he holds them apart as he continues the pressure against your clit. He brings his middle and ring finger to your mouth and tells you to suck while he starts to flick his tongue against you. Once he’s satisfied he brings his fingers down to gently press against your entrance.

Ron puts one finger in and you moan.

“Ron! Please, please, please, more.”

“You think you deserve more baby?” He moans into you. “Think your pussy deserves to cum tonight?”

Your whine is nearly a cry. You’re just wishing and hoping he adds another finger.

“Tell me who I belong to Y/N. Let me hear you say it.”

“Mmmm. You belong to me Ron please, more.”

“I belong to you hmmm? Say it louder, I wanna believe it.”

“Fuck, Ron, You’re mine Ron please, please, please.”

He adds another finger, and continues a steady rhythm while pressing kisses to the insides of your thighs.

“And you belong to me baby. You’re all mine, and you’re gonna gonna cum on my fingers, okay? Want you to cum for me, can you do that?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes please Ron I wanna cum for you.”

He brings his tongue back to your pussy and begins licking your clit fast while pushing his fingers in and out of you curving them slightly as to hit your g-spot.

“I’m close Ron, fuck! I’m close, I’m close, I’m close.”

Ron practically grins against your pussy and goes faster.

“You’re close? Cum for me baby. Cum for Daddy, wanna taste you on my tongue.”

He continues and you fight against the restraint as you moan loudly and cum. Your fingernails were dug into your palms and there were nearly tears in your eyes. You felt so good. He made you feel so good.

He got up so that he could untie you.

“I’m sorry if I made you feel like I was anyone’s but yours. No one can ever compare to you. You’re forever mine, and I’m eternally yours.”

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The End😭 Goodnight y’all. I suck at endings.

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silent treatment - ron weasley x reader

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warning(s): language, teasing, smut mentions

word count: 1.5k

request(ed): Can you please do a fic where ron gets really sad because hermione dared the reader to ignore ron for a whole day ?

summary: okay so pretty much the request except a little more scandalous 👀 characters are like 17+ (no war)

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Girls night meant pajamas and tonssss of snacks that Fred and George curated. This was a bimonthly tradition that you and the girls came up with to relieve stress and keep some spontaneity in your lives.

You, Hermione, Luna, and Ginny all sat on the ground criss-crossed apple sauce gossiping and chewing on taffy. Then, Ginny suggested truth or dare. You were actually a fan of this game, as you were pretty much up to do anything and you were also inherently honest.

You went a few rounds, confessed a few kisses until Hermione had a dare for you that had her giggling into her hands. “I dare you,” she giggles some more, “to ignore Ronald for an entire day - no exceptions.” You weren’t sure how to react, but you weren’t going to back down either.

“Okay.” you smiled. You could do this. Wouldn’t be that hard, all you have to is avoid him tomorrow and it would be alright.

However, you and Ron have been dating for a few months now and you knew he wasn’t the type to take this lightly. His feelings would definitely be hurt and you hate the thought of hurting him.

The next day you saw Ron at breakfast and usually you would sit next to him, but to make it easier on yourself you sat in between Harry and Hermione with Ron on the other side of Harry. He had said good morning but you pretended you didn’t hear him by stuffing your face and talking to Hermione. Harry didn’t notice a thing but Hermione knew what you were doing.

After breakfast Ron came up to you and put his arm across your shoulders. He kissed your cheek and asked how you slept the night before. It killed you not to hug him back or say anything but you just stared at the ground.

“Y/N, are you alright?”

Still, you stared at the ground and clutched your books tighter to your chest. His voice made you swoon and you wanted to talk to him but you saw Hermione from the corner of your eye grinning and shaking her head.

You walked on and in to class without even looking at Ron again. Luckily, you wouldn’t see him again until Herbology which wasn’t until later in the day.

———

“She wouldn’t even look at me Harry I don’t know what I’ve done.”

Harry was busy mixing his potion while Ron ranted to him about your behavior this morning. He remembered talking to you at breakfast but he didn’t notice that you were specifically not speaking to Ron.

“She’s probably just tired mate you probably didn’t do anything. Maybe she needs space?”

“Space!?” he almost shouted but looked around the room and lowered his voice. “She had plenty of space this morning when she was chatting Hermione’s ear off.”

For the next 10 minutes Harry listened to Ron go over all the reasons (however ridiculous) that you might not be talking to him. Then it hit him…

“Ron, where was Y/N last night?”

“Uhm, with the girls. Their little sleepovers ya’know that they insist on doing.”

“Right….so….what if her behavior is related to that? Like a dare or something?”

Ron thought about it and it made sense. But what was he supposed to do about it? A dare is a dare…unless he made it impossible for you to fulfill it…

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The day had gone by pretty smoothly - you ate lunch outside and now it was your last class. Except it was Herbology and Ron would be there. You used Luna mostly to avoid him but you could feel his stare across the way. You were outside today and distracted yourself with planting some flowers that the Professor had asked you to.

Sooner or later Ron came over - no gloves in hand or any indication that he came to help.

“Hey babe.” he says.

You kept digging and avoided eye contact.

“I missed you last night,” he begins. He had a teasing tone and you wondered where he was going with this.. “I was in bed, alone, thinking of that time we went to the lake? Do you remember?”

Oh you remembered.

It was night time, a few months ago during the summer and Ron wanted to sneak out and go skinny dipping. You were hesitant at first but Ron was convincing. Once you got in the water it wasn’t actually that bad and pretty warm…Ron had grabbed you by the waist and began kissing you and you forgot why you were so worried in the first place.

You snapped back to reality and tried to hide your warmed cheeks.

“One of our best times, don’t you think? Could barely keep you quiet that night…”

You stood up and turned so that your back was completely facing him. There was no way you could face him and not speak now.

His hand found your hip and rested his chin on your shoulder.

“I was all alone thinking about you…missing you…wanting to feel you…and now you won’t even talk to me. Not a look, or a gesture…wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

You could feel him smile against your skin and kissed your cheek before walking away back towards the school, leaving you alone with your now dirty thoughts. He was making this so hard for you. You wanted to talk to him, wanted to explain..but you couldn’t. You wouldn’t lose the game.

———

A few hours later you decided the library would be the best place for you to be. Ron was hardly ever there and you could do some homework while killing the hours until when you could talk to Ron again. You got through a few assignments until you heard whispers a few rows away.

——-

“I tried talking to her but I must’ve really fudged up this time Harry.”

Ron had convinced Harry to come to the library with him so he could mess with you. He and Harry curated a fake conversation so that you would feel bad about your dare and hopefully cave in. Ron’s only regret was that he couldn’t see your face in this moment.

“Try talking to her again, I’m sure what you did couldn’t have been that bad.”

“What if she never speaks to me again Harry? What will I do?”

———

Your heart hurt. You hated hearing Ron sounding so upset. Was this prank really worth it if your boyfriend ends up pained because of it? When you agreed to it it really didn’t seem that bad or dramatic…but now that you’re hours into it you don’t know if you can continue.

Whatever. It’ll be fine, you just have to finish your homework…

10 minutes later you see your boyfriend come over and sit next to you.

“Baby, what’re you doing?”

You continue to do your homework and not look at him. He scoots his chair closer to yours and puts his hand on your thigh and slowly moves it up. Hermione said you couldn’t speak to him…she didn’t say you had to stop him from speaking to you…

He moves your hair away from your neck and kisses you behind your ear and moves down your neck til he gets to your collarbone. You resist the urge to moan and say anything to him. You wanted to talk to your boyfriend and you wanted to tell him he did nothing wrong…and now he was leaving a hickey on your neck.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Hermione walk into the library and you gently pushed Ron off and covered your neck so she wouldn’t think you guys were talking. She came over and grinned at the way Ron was pouting right now.

“How’s it going you two? Anything new?”

“New as in my girlfriend won’t speak to me?” Ron asks. “Yeah that’s pretty new.”

“Hermione do you have an extra quill?” You ask.

“Of course I do.”

Luna and Harry make their way over as Hermione hands you the quill.

“Oh is the dare over then?” Luna asks.

Your eyes widened. Luna must’ve assumed since the three of you were together that we must have talked it out….

“Luna!” Hermione whisper shouts.

“Oops….”

You look at Ron and you could feel your face heat up. What would his reaction be? Would he be mad? Sad? Disappointed?

He didn’t say anything. All he did was look at Harry and the both of them started laughing. This made you look at Hermione confused.

“What’s so funny?” you ask.

“We knew it was a dare, love. How stupid do you think we are?” Ron laughs hugging you close. “I’ll admit it stung at first but then I put the pieces together.”

“After I helped.” Harry rolled his eyes.

You turn to whisper in Ron’s ear. “So all that teasing today?”

“On purpose.” He grinned. “What you thought I wouldn’t get you back? You know who my brothers are…”

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The End!! Lollll. Hope you enjoyed🤍

[eunoiaflow3r]

any harry potter fans out there? i’m in the mood to write and have been watching the films lately….

send requests!!

harry potter x reader

rob weasley x reader

draco malfoy x reader

fred weasley x reader

george weasley x reader

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becky’s plan - rodrick heffley x reader

requests are open!!

based off becky’s plan by cody jon.

warning(s): language, not edited.

word count: 1.7k

request(ed): no.

summary: y/n is greg’s babysitter. y/n and rodrick don’t like eachother but he hates the fact that she doesn’t like him so he comes up with a plan to make her jealous.

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hello, i’m the guy you friend zoned. now i’m in your friend’s phone getting her to help me out to test your doubt that i can’t be seen romantically…for you and me you feel “nothing”

susan was a coworker of your mom’s so when she offered you money to tutor her son greg, you obliged. however, what you didn’t know was that his older brother rodrick would be home during the hours you’d be there, so now you were stuck in the kitchen with a messy haired messy eyeliner annoying ass boy. he was a year older than you and everyone loved him but for some reason you couldn’t understand why. he wasn’t that hot and his music was terrible.

greg went to his room, you were done for the day so now you were helping yourself to some snacks, courtesy of susan.

rodrick and you used to be friends once. until freshman year of high school where he completely shut you out. and he never told you why. it’s like a switch had been flipped and he changed. he was still around but the friendship wasn’t the same.

a few months after that, he had asked you out but you didn’t take him seriously. not after how he had treated you. he didn’t take rejection well and so then the “friendship” really went weird.

there wasn’t really any hate towards the other, more just animosity and teasing.

“why are you staring at me rodrick?” he was across the kitchen, also with some chips in hand and his phone in the other.

“are you always such a bitch?” he asks throwing a chip at you.

you frown and pick it up and throw it away. his messes would not be blamed on you.

“are you always this annoying?” you ask.

he smirks and kinda laughs to himself while looking down at his phone and then up at you.

“you’ll find out.”

-

at school the next day you told your friend becky all about what happened at rodrick’s house yesterday. she seemed shocked to hear those words from you considering how much you didn’t like him, but she knew deep down that there was a thin like between love and hate and that you secretly had liked him since the seventh grade.

so when he texted her last night around eight, saying that he had a plan…she couldn’t help but want to indulge.

after school, you had agreed to tutor greg again but what you didn’t expect to find when you got there was rodrick…and becky kissing on his couch. it was like a peck or two that you saw when you walked in.

you locked eyes with rodrick and it’s like he was waiting for a reaction. waiting for you to say something.

truth is you didn’t know how to react. you didn’t know why their was a pain in your chest but there was. maybe because your closest friend was kissing someone you hated? right. that had to be it. but you weren’t going to say anything, because you tended to ignore problems until they go away. so maybe this ginormous one in the living room next to you would disappear too.

what if i made out with your friend? said hi to becky once again? maybe your eyes would turn to mine. realize the friend zones not our type….

greg didn’t really understand the lesson too well so you stayed later to help him. he was a smart kid and truthfully, the delay wasn’t entirely his fault. the whole lesson rodrick and becky’s faces were etched in your mind and that moment was playing on repeat. you couldn’t understand why she would do something like this. she didn’t even like him. i’m fact, she preferred girls. maybe she was experimenting and used rodrick because he was the easiest and would say yes to any kind of action he could get. yes. that had to be it.

you said goodnight to greg while he went upstairs to play video games. what you didn’t know is that when rodrick came into the kitchen to talk to you, greg snatched rodrick’s phone and sat on the stairs to search through it while simultaneously listening to your conversation.

“y/n…”

“rodrick.” you roll your eyes.

there was a silence until you decided to speak up and break the tension.

“your girlfriend still here? oh i’m sorry, i mean my best friend?”

he smirks. “she went home a while ago. you probably didn’t notice because you were too busy day dreaming in there instead of helping greg with his math.”

“where do you get off kissing my best friend? there are like 200 girls in the school, and you choose the one closest to me?”

again, you’re not sure why you’re so heated about it..but you were.

“why do you care y/n?” he steps closer to you and you were a bit intimidated by the height difference and kind of frozen in place. unfortunately, you kind of liked the closeness. “are you jealous?”

you stepped away lowkey offended but didn’t say anything. never would you be jealous of rodrick.

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the next day at school you had hardly said two words to becky until lunch. it was awkward, and you weren’t really sure what to say.

“so…you and rodrick?” your chest felt like it was on fire.

“uhm, not really he’s just a bit of fun y’know?”

a bit of fun…

“yeah.” you pause. “yeah i get it…fun.”

becky’s thinking that her plan is working on the low low. she said that you’re jealous you don’t wanna get in the middle of it all. you don’t know we faked it all.

you saw rodrick and becky again after school. you watched her get into his truck and talk for a while. you don’t know why it stung, but it did. you were confused if anything…but you told her that you’d stay out of it and let her do her. it’s really none of your business…however, you can’t help but secretly wonder what’d it’d be like to kiss him. you hate that the thought is in your head…it’s like seventh grade you is back again, and you’d hate to be her again.

lovesick and pining over a guy that everyone likes. naive twelve year old y/n. never again.

two weeks went by and you felt like you were suffering. everywhere you looked you saw rodrick and becky. talking at their lockers, in his car talking, eating lunch together. you don’t know if you were jealous of her or jealous of him. you felt like you were losing your friend but also losing him.

and you hate that because you didn’t even have him to lose him.

so when your friend marcus invited you to a party saturday, you decided you would go. usually they weren’t really your scene but you needed to get your mind off things. you needed a distraction.

becky said she’d be there too and you agreed to meet her there but you’d let marcus take you. she sounded distant when you told her about him, but you weren’t sure why.

you put on some jeans that made your ass look nice, and your favorite shirt. it was cute. you were cute.

marcus picked you up and complimented you. the ride there wasn’t long and you guys just talked about school mostly. it was nice, but deep down all you could think about was rodrick. you knew he’d be at the party. probably with becky. so you were using marcus as bad as that might sound. you were sort of hoping to make rodrick jealous and you know that’s bad but you can’t help it.

i know, that becky’s plan is so low. i must admit it’s my fault. i bribed her with some chocolate.

when you got there, music was blaring. you immediately saw rodrick with his friends and becky came up to you with a drink. you told marcus you’d find him later. after a bit of dancing, you decided to go to the bathroom for a break where you saw gred and his friend rowley hiding.

“guys? what are you doing here?”

this was a highschool party…and they were middle schoolers.

rowley got red. “we snuck in.”

you shook your head. you couldn’t just leave them alone at a place like this, so you decided you’d stay with them. they weren’t that enthusiastic about having a babysitter but it’s their own fault. they shouldn’t have snuck in.

“oh. y/n.” greg grinned mischievously. “i have something to show you.”

he pulled his phone out and it was text messages between rodrick and becky.

it revealed that they would plan where they hung out so you could see them and get jealous. rodrick wanted to make you jealous…

you were infuriated and knew exactly what you had to do.

“i’ll be right back guys.”

you made your way downstairs and made a beeline for marcus. you asked him to dance and he accepted happily. his hands went down a little towards your ass and that’s exactly what you needed.

you locked eyes with rodrick and he looked…angry.

you smiled and whispered to marcus. “kiss me.”

and so he did. he leant down and gave you a chaste kiss on the lips. it wasn’t the best, but it wasn’t bad. and rodrick saw it all. he came over and pulled you straight away from marcus.

“what the fuck.” you say. but instead of saying anything rodrick takes ahold of your arm and practically drags you upstairs.

“y/n what the hell?”

he lets you go and walks you into a wall so that you were close and he was seething. you found joy in it but you were pissed as well.

“becky’s plan?” you ask crossing your arms.

his face went red for a moment but he smirked. “how’d you find out?”

“doesn’t matter. you shouldn’t have done it.”

“but it worked.”

you couldn’t argue with that. it did work. it did make you jealous and you did have feelings for rodrick no matter how you tried to hide it or ignore it. almost losing him made you realize how much you really wanted him.

“and you got me back.” he said. “made me mad.”

“now you know how it feels.”

he grins. “that guy was almost on the floor because of you.” he’s closer to you now and you don’t stop him. one of his hands are on your waist and the other is on the side of your face tilting you up towards him.

“it was a dumb thing i did,” he said, “it was immature.”

“yes.”

“but you like me.” he says lips closer to you.

“…yes.” you admit.

and his lips were on yours and bodies pressed closer than possible. it wasn’t a quick kiss, or a peck. it was hot, and sweet, and passionate. your hands went through his hair and all you could think about was the loud music from downstairs, his lips on yours, and his hand wrapped lightly around your neck. the other hand was on your ass and it was slightly rough but you liked it. you’ve waited so long to feel like this.

his head went lower to press kisses against your neck and give you a large hickey you’d eventually notice later, while you resisted the urge to moan. why had you waited to long for him?

you both separated when you heard the bathroom door next to you. you were embarrassed.

“wow,” greg said. “that’s not how i thought things would turn out.”

maybe this year i’ll call you mine, realize the friend zone’s not our type.

[eunoiaflow3r]

y’all read for rodrick heffley anymore or no?? i wanna write sun for him

[eunoiaflow3r]

I would love if you would write something for Shawn? Something fluffy, playful/flirtatious, maybe even a tiny bit naughty (but it doesn’t have to be smutty, LOL). Maybe the reader is trying to distract him from something because she’s just wanting a bit of his attention. Maybe she is having a day where she’s just feeling a little clingy? I would love it if you would consider this request! TIA. 💕

our place

thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy!! <3

[eunoiaflow3r]

our place - shawn mendes x reader

trying to get back into writing - bear with me pls.

warning(s): is it being corny a warning ? teasing.

word count: 1.3k

request: Something fluffy, playful/flirtatious, maybe even a tiny bit naughty (but it doesn’t have to be smutty, LOL). Maybe the reader is trying to distract him from something because she’s just wanting a bit of his attention. Maybe she is having a day where she’s just feeling a little clingy?

summary: clingy y/n.

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the day began with you and shawn in his bed. his sheets were cool and the sun poured in lightly from the closed beige curtains. you knew it was early but you didn’t bother checking the time - you didn’t want to move and wake him. you were comfortable in his warm arms.

the peace was short lived though because shawn began to move and hum as he woke. “morning” he says. he was more of a morning person than you were. you groaned in response. he kisses your forehead and moves to get up and stretch but you wrap your arms tightly around him and refused to let him go.

“just five more minutes.” you plead.

he laughs. “it’s already ten, love. time for coffee.” he kisses your hair and you let him go with another groan. why must he leave?

you check the time for yourself - 10:14. it was rare for you and shawn to sleep in. he was gone a lot at the studio lately so any time you could spend with him you would - even if sleeping.

you missed him even though it hasn’t been long so you make your way out of bed to make it. you throw on shawn’s t-shirt, so that you were only wearing that and a pair of panties. after brushing your teeth you make your way into the kitchen where shawn was standing drinking coffee and reading the news from his phone - a habit he stole from you.

reading the news in the mornings is something your mom did - and after you had told shawn that story, he started to do the same so you’d have something to talk about. you stand behind him and drag your hands up under his shirt so that you’re hands we’re on his bare stomach. his toned - bare stomach. you rested your face on his back so that you could feel every breath he took.

you loved him with every fiber of your being. he was everything you ever wanted and if you could scream it from the rooftops you would. sometimes you get a little insecure just because you think he’s so perfect - and deserves someone just as. he reassures you every time that you are though - and he loves you just as much, if not more.

he puts his hand over your arm and moves his thumb back and forth.

“how are you feeling?” he asks.

“i’m fine baby. how are you?”

he sighs. “gotta go the studio today. we’re finishing up track 12.”

you sigh in disappointment. you hate when he leaves you but he’s doing what he loves. you can’t stand in the way of that. “i understand.”

you take your arms away and go to walk back into his bedroom before he grabs your arm and spins you back to him. he kisses you and you kiss him back.

“i love you” he says, arms slipping around your waist and hugging you close.

you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his lips once more.

“love you.”

some time later you were both dressed. him in jeans and a button up, you in leggings and a sports bra - you were going to put a shirt over it later, closer to when you were about to leave. you were planning on heading to the gym.

right when shawn was headed to the door though, you snatched his keys and ran giggling. he ran after you, laughing behind. you realized you had no where to run so you put the keys in your bra - right between your boobs and covered them by crossing your arms.

he shook his head. “you really think that’s gonna stop me y/n?” he backs you up into a wall and places his hands on your hips so you wouldn’t go anywhere. he trails his hand up from the the bottom of your thigh, to the inside, just over your pussy, up your stomach and under your bra and grabs his keys…all the while his face in your neck trailing kissed down to your breasts. one he has his keys he gives each of them a kiss and then gives your lips one.

“i’ll see you later babe.”

after he left, you straightened up his place before heading over to yours to grab your gym bag. it wasn’t too much of a drive so you didn’t mind. sometimes you wondered about that next step though. the moving in part. but you weren’t even out to the public - shawn wanted to shield you from that. he knew how the media was and he didn’t want you to deal with the negativity of it. he wanted to protect you from everything.

your day was productive. you went to the gym, you cleaned your apartment, and you even managed to finish things up for work even though you were off today.

you were sleep on your couch with friends playing in the background when you heard a soft knock at your door. you woke and got up to answer it. shawn was at the door.

“hi baby.” you opened your arms to hug him and he walked into your place - you still latched onto him.

“how was the studio?“ you ask.

“it was good. almost done thankfully. how was your day?” he asks.

“good. missed you lots.”

he sat down on your couch and you straddled him.

“you could miss me less, ya’know.”

you look at him in confusion. “what do you mean?“ you ask.

he fishes in his pocket for something and pulls out a key - in your favorite color on a wrist band - also your favorite color.

“move in with me.” he says.

your eyes widen. “you’re kidding.”

“i’m not.”

you kiss him and he drops the key in surprise. you kiss him on the lips and all over his face in excitement. moving in? you can’t even imagine. it’s a pretty serious step that you can’t believe he wants to take with you. his hands move to your ass and yours to his hair…you just couldn’t be close enough. you never wanted to leave him.

after dinner, chinese - you left shawn alone to finish up some work while you went through your apartment trying to figure out what you wanted to take with you to shawn’s apartment - well now yours too - and what you wanted to give away or give up. this took like two hours but by the time you were done sorting shawn was still in deep into his computer working. you tried talking to him but he was distracted.

you tried sitting next to him but that did nothing. you tried turning off the tv - that was dumb considering he wasn’t even watching it - but nothing would tear him away from work and it was late and you wanted attention. so, like the minx you are, you go to your room, close the door, and get naked.

you laid down on your bed and opened snapchat. you positioned yourself so that your boobs, a bit of your stomach, and your lips were in a photo. once you liked it, you sent it to shawn. a minute later it was opened, and after a few seconds you heard him at the door and finally could see him open it.

“baby.” he says.

but you were giggling, hiding yourself under the covers.

“y/n,” he lays himself on top of you, “i’m warning you love.”

you peek your head out and go back under. he didn’t like that so he started tickling you and you lost control and came up from air.

“you’ve been such a tease today, what am i gonna do with you darling?”

you shrug. “i don’t know….let’s figure it out at your place.”

“our place.”

[eunoiaflow3r]

the two of us - peter parker x reader

a/n: haven’t written in like a year. (i love gwen but she doesn’t exist in this lol)

warning(s): language, smut haha, not proofread so there will be mistakes.

word count: 2.9k

request(ed): no

summary: jealous peter lol..

<3 

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you were on facetime with your friend when you bumped into him. you had just gotten a cup of coffee and you were on your way home. six dollars wasted because of who you bumped into him and now your coffee was on the ground and on the mans coat.

“god! i’m so sorry!”

you looked up and were met with bright blue eyes and a charming smile.

“it’s alright,” he went to wipe himself down with napkins you had offered from your bag, “was an accident, it’s okay.”

you checked your phone and your friend had hung up. you felt really bad and when you looked back up at the man he was smiling down at you. he was cute.

“name’s cole, yours?”

“y/n. nice to meet you.” you shook his hand.

“let me buy you a new coffee sometime?”

you nodded and you gave him your number. you were giddy on your walk home. when you got there peter was asleep on the couch and some random show was playing on the tv. he looked exhausted and you felt bad. he was usually gone all night, and comes back incredibly tired. you’re not sure why.

you placed a blanket over him and walked to your room.

after high school you and peter decided to get an apartment together to save money. so you were roommates. yeah. except you've had feelings for him since like junior year. but it’s fine. it’s fine.

plus, you could easily ignore your feelings...sometimes. sometimes it was easy to just forget about how you felt and get over him sort of..but other times all you want to do is hold him a way a friend shouldn’t want to, and kiss him like all you know is each other.

but you can’t. but it’s fine. cause you have a date with mr. blue eyes cole.

you’ve never really had time for relationships. never really had time to meet anyone. you’ve had a few hookups but nothing really serious. you want the serious though. the want only each other type thing. the i love you type thing. cause you’ve never had that.

apparently you had fallen asleep cause you woke up an hour later to your door being opened by peter. his head was peaking through and his eyes were wide cause he realized he had woken you up. 

“y/n..i’m sorry.” he says voice soft.

“s’okay pete.”

he makes his way into your room and crawls into the bed. your lights were dim so you couldn't really see his face before he buried himself into the pillow beside you. his hair was floppy and smelled nice. his arm found its way across your body and you could feel his warmth. actions like these made you want to just crawl closer and forget the just friends label..but you couldn’t...so you deflect.

he was your best friend before anything else.

“guess what?” you ask, quietly.

“hmm, what?”

“i met a guy today.”

you reach for your phone and check to see if he texted you.

unknown number

hey! it’s cole. ik its soon, but i really wanna see you. are you free around six for coffee?

Shit. It was 5:45 and he texted that around 2. you texted back nd shot out of bed hoping it wasn’t too late. 

“a guy?” peter had asked. when you shot out of bed he looked up at you worried. “what’s wrong?”

“he texted me and i didn’t see!” 

peter frowned but you didn’t see because you were too busy checking yourself in the mirror. trying to rid yourself of bedhead.

“uh, who’s the guy?”

“his name is cole. i accidentally spilled coffee on him earlier.”

you checked your phone and he said six was still good. you felt relieved...and excited. you haven’t been on a date in a while. you checked your closet and found your good jeans and a sweater. you asked peter to turn the other direction so you could change. he sighed and did as you asked.

“what do you know about him? what if he’s a serial killer or something?”

you rolled your eyes. “doubt it. i’m gonna get to know him. nothing special. we’ll see what happens.”

“yeah we’ll see.” peter mumbles.

he turns back around when you tell him it’s okay. you’re applying lip gloss and you ask him if you look okay.

he looks you up and down in a way that you wish didn’t turn you on and he grabs your pillow and pushes it against his face. “you look great y/n.”

“what’s wrong?” you ask.

“just tired flour. hope you have fun tonight.” that was his nickname for you..you had come to school with flour in your hair..it’s a long story.

“thank you. see you later tonight?” you ask.

he nodded and got comfortable under your covers. he tells you your bed is more comfortable than his so he sleeps in yours sometimes, yet both of your beds were the same brand and size.

“laters peter.”

“laters flour.”

laters was something you guys stole from fifty shades of grey. a movie the two of you probably shouldn’t have watched together becuase during and after you had never wanted peter more. you couldn’t help but think about what it’d feel like to be bent over the couch and fucked into. it didn’t help that peter had had his arm across your shoulders and was lightly trailing his fingers over your arm and neck.

your date with cole went great. he was nice and charming and everything you expected him to be. he was smooth and cute but every time you stared into his pretty blue eyes you couldn’t help but wish they were peter’s beautiful brown ones.

it was nice though. and at the end of the impromptu dinner he kissed you goodnight and he promised you drinks tomorrow.

when you got home, the house was straightened up and peter was in the kitchen washing dishes. he was humming to some song playing from the bluetooth.

“hey.” you said entering the kitchen.

“hey, how’d it go?”

“it went great. we had dinner and we’re going out for drinks tomorrow.”

“is that so?” 

“yeah..” 

peter was silent. you could tell there was a mood shift and you weren’t sure why. either way, you weren’t sure what to say so you went to your bedroom to get ready for bed. you thought about cole. you guys had clicked really well. he made you laugh, and he was sweet. you could really imagine something there with him. of course you wanted peter, but you had to move on, right? cause it’s better to have him as a friend than to not have him at all. and you had to put yourself first.

after you got dressed peter told you he had to go and he would be back.

he often did that.

“laters!” and he was out the door.

you went to bed confused and sleepy from a full day. luckily you had done your homework for class this morning. you woke to peter freshly showered and arm wrapped around you.

“mm hi.”

“hi.”

“are you okay?” you ask.

“mmm, yeah i’m great.”

peter wasn’t great though. cause as soon as you mentioned this cole guy something in him went haywire. you were a beautiful girl so he knew he wouldn’t be the only guy in your life...but he liked the you and him. he liked it a lot. he liked you. he’s liked you for a long time. in a way that he shouldn’t.

in a way that could jeopardize everything.

so he buries himself in work.

buries himself in spider-man.

the longer hes out there, the more time he can spend forgetting about you. your smile, your hair, your laugh...he can ignore the fact that you wouldn’t work for the simple reason that it’s unsafe. him not crossing that line could possibly be the very reason you’re alive. even living with you was risky.

but he can’t himself. perhaps he’s selfish. 

so when you brought up this cole guy something in him flipped. he shouldn’t have been surprised but he couldn’t help but want you all to himself.

when he woke up in the morning it was well past two pm and you were in the bathroom brushing your teeth. he noticed that you had already showered and gotten dressed for the day. you were way more responsible than him.

“morning.” he says as he passes you on his way to the kitchen to make some coffee.

“morning sleepyhead.” you laugh after rinsing your mouth out.

he noticed you grabbing your coat and bag and a bag of snacks from the counter.

“i have class. will be back around five probably?”

peter nods and hugs you goodbye, “laters.”

“laters.”

peter didn’t have class today but he thought it’d be a good idea to take some pictures and sell them, he didn’t have anything better to do and he definitely needed the money. 

on his stroll around new york his thoughts were filled with you. he was jealous. he wanted to be with you. buying you drinks, buying you coffee, doing everything with you. he wanted to love you like a boyfriend would. cause he did love you. 

he definitely loved you.

and you wanted someone else.

of course there were other chances but there was still the spider-man problem. he was starting not to care though. cause he wanted you. he needed you. and if this cole guy has proved anything it’s that he can’t live without you.

when peter got home you were already there and getting ready for your date with..cole.

your hair was straightened, you’re earrings shined, and your dress was...tight. the very definition of little black dress. and you looked amazing. you looked...so damn hot. and beautiful. and he wanted the dress off. preferably on the ground around your ankles while he fucks you.

but he coudn’t think like that.

“hey peter, how was your day?”

“it was good..you?”

“yeah it was fine. lecture was long.”

“mmm,” peter mumbled. “getting ready for cole?”

you laughed. “uh yeah..i should be leaving in like...” you check your phone. “now.”

“what else happened on your date yesterday?” he asks, curious, and quickly, considering you were heading out the door. 

you hum, avoiding his eyes. “uhmmm, just coffee at first...then we got sandwiches...and he kissed me goodnight.”

“oh!” peter exclaimed. “and how was it?” 

peter sounded like he was just curious, but inside he was damn near seething. 

“it was good.” truth was, you wished it was peter who had kissed you goodnight.

peter watched as you grabbed your jacket and your bag to get ready to leave. you go in for hug goodbye and he hugs you back. when you go to pull away he pulls you back in with his hand on the side of your face, his thumb on your cheek and his fingers on your neck. before you could even say anything, his lips crashed down onto yours. his lips were soft and when he wanted to deepen the kiss you let him.

your hands somehow found the sides of his neck and you kissed him like you were lovers separated. it was passionate, and desperate...its like he was trying to tell you something with a kiss...until he pulled and backed away.

he didn’t look you in your eyes.

“think about that on your date, alright?”

and he left. went to his room and closed the door without another word.

you were stunned. you didn’t know what to do. what did that kiss mean? does he actually like you? well he has to to kiss you like that...you touched your lips in shock. you can’t believe that just happened. 

you grab your keys and head out the apartment door. you couldn’t just leave cole hanging...right? but cole’s not who you wanted...

so you turn around, and swing the apartment door right back open. to your surprise peter was right there looking as if he was about to chase right after you. 

he was coming for you?

you grab his face and pull him down to kiss you...hard. he kisses you back just as hard and makes a move to take your jacket off. 

“y/n, baby, i need you.” he pulls away and looks you in your eyes. “tell me you need me too.”

you nodded quickly but peter pulled away. “use your words y/n.”

you nearly moan. “yes, peter, i need you.”

at that, peter groans and picks you up so that your legs were wrapped around him. his hands found your ass and his lips were on yours as he carried you to your bedroom.

he laid you on your bed and started kissing you on your neck. you moaned and pulled at his shirt. you wanted him...bad. 

he took the hint and threw it off. 

you took yours off too.

“fuck, y/n you’re so beautiful.”

he nips at your neck and moves to take your bra off. as soon as it’s off ha grabs both of your breasts in his hands and kisses the space in between them. he takes on nipple in his mouth and sucks, when he’s done, he does the same with the other. after, he puts his hands back to still gently squeeze your breasts while he brings his head down so he was trailing wet slow kisses down your stomach. by the time he got to the waistband of your pants you were impatient.

“please, peter, please.”

“please what y/n? use your words.”

“take them off, peter..”

“mmm..” peter moves his hands down and squeezes your thighs. he kisses you through your leggings and you moan and move up. 

“fuck, please.”

he was teasing you too much.

he slowly took your leggings off but kept your panties on. he was moving so slow...

“a thong y/n?” he says lowly. “were you planning on getting fucked tonight, huh? were you gonna let cole fuck you?”

you didn’t say anything. 

“mmm okay.” he says.

he puts himself in a position so that he was on his knees with his legs open and your legs were spread, going across his thighs. his fingers trail from your bellybutton to just over your clit and then down some.

“you’re so wet...for me or for cole hmm?”

“for you peter, fuck please do something.”

“for me? hmm..”

he pulls your panties down and off. you make a move to close your legs but he won’t let you. his fingers go to see how wet you are while his thumb goes to lightly rub your clit. you moan and move against him, trying to urge him to do more.

he backs up so that he’s on his stomach and his face is about an inch away from your pussy. 

with no warning he starts on your clit...you moan loudly and he goes faster. sooner or later he adds a finger..he goes in slowly.

“peter oh my god.” you arch your back a bit.

he starts a slow rhythm but you beg him to go faster. he does, but you want more. you want so much more.

“peter..”

“hmm?” he was lost in you...

“i need you to fuck me.”

he stops and kisses your clit.

“you want me to fuck you?” 

you nod quickly.

he takes off his pants and rubs himself through his boxers before he takes those off too. he was so big..

you got up wanting to touch but he shakes his head.

“but i wanna..”

“’s okay baby. want you to feel me.”

you lay back down and he hovers over you and kisses you. his lips find your neck again and he moans...he keeps sucking and you know it’ll leave a mark. he reaches over to your bedside table and fishes out a condom. he opens it, rolls it on, and lines it up with your entrance. you moan in anticipation and he buries his face in your neck.

he pushes himself inside and you both moan out. 

your hands land on his back as he starts moving inside you. he’s kissing at your neck and you’re telling him to go faster. he does, and you moan. 

“you feel so good fuck y/n.”

he trails his hand down your body and starts rubbing your clit as he fucks you faster. 

you moan as you feel yourself about to come. he feels it too and rubs faster.

“you gonna come for me?” peter moans. 

“yes, yes, peter fuck god.”

“come for me baby. wanna feel you come undone for me.”

and you do. seconds later you’re squeezing your eyes shut and seeing stars as you come. you can barely breathe as peter exclaims that he’s gonna come too.

he pulls out before me does and moans. he leans down and kisses you long and hard before going to pull the condom off and tie it to throw it away.

after he’s cleaned himself he puts his boxers on and hands you his shirt. you put it on along with your panties.

he slides into bed and cuddles up behind you. you don’t know how but all of a sudden you saw a string go out to the other side of the room to get a water bottle and then back to peter’s hand.

you turn around and sit up shocked.

“what the fuck peter how -”

“i’m spiderman.” he says quickly and gets up so that his face was right in front of yours. “and i’m also in love with you.”

before you could ask any questions his soft lips were on yours.

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corny ending bro im so sorry.

pls lmk if you liked it :)

[eunoiaflow3r]

heyyyy, is complicated finished or are you just on a hiatus? it’s such a good fic im really into it lol

thank you!! i’m sorry, i kind of gave up on it and lost all inspiration. i didn’t think anyone really cared about it anymore lol. thanks for bringing it up!! i’ll try and continue but idk.

[eunoiaflow3r]

please put me on to some great writers/fics for harry potter x reader stuff. i don’t mean the characters from the harry potter universe, i mean like...actual harry potter loll

is there even any omgg

please, thank you ❤️