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google1000 · 3 years ago

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Harry Potter- Golden Era Masterlist

Oldest ~ Top Of Section

Youngest~ Bottom of Section

⭐️-Smut ❤️-Fluff 💔-Angst 🚫-None 💙-Incorrect Quote

🪢- Polyamorous 🍷-Alcohol🩸-Blood ☠️-Death 🤰-Pregnancy

🚺-Female Character 🚹-Male Character ⚧- Gender Neutral Character

Golden Era

Bill Weasley

Little Cat by FensHeroHair❤️🚺

One Where He Find You Naked by RandomOutsiders⭐️🚺

French Lesson by WeeLittleWeasley⭐️🚺

Weasley Family Images by AthoughtFox❤️⚧️

Charlie Weasley

After Hours by SunflowerDarlingx⭐️🚺

Imagine Charlie Taking You To His Family’s Home For Holidays by FanFicImagery❤️🚺

Weasley Family Images by AthoughtFox❤️⚧️

Oliver Wood (HE’S 18+ IN ALL SMUTS)

Empire by Wicked-Hg❤️🚺

Concussion by SlytherWeasley⭐️🚺

We’re Not Related by OnceUponAOneShotFanfic❤️🚺

Locker Room Sex by Bl4KStar⭐️🚺

Oliver Wood X Female Reader by OnceUponAOneShotFic❤️🚺

Fifth Floor Part. 1 by RedHeadSpark⭐️🚺

Fifth Floor Part. 2 by RedHeadSpark⭐️🚺

Champion’s Treat by CreepyDollie⭐️🚺

Percy Weasley (HE’S 18+ IN ALL SMUTS)

Reunite by AmazingMaeve❤️🤰🚺

Dating With Percy Weasley Would Include by AngelBlackSmith❤️☠️🚺

Bathroom by AmazingMaeve ⭐️🚺

Weasley Family Images by AthoughtFox❤️⚧️

Cedric Diggory

Mutual Masturbation by HpImaginesAndBlurbs⭐️🚺

Study Date by TallulahDiggory⭐️🚺

Glorious by PromenadeWithMe⭐️🚺

Home Alone by AngelSt4re⭐️🚺

Summer Rain by SnowVies❤️🚺

Harry Potter x Fem!Reader x Cedric Diggory by HpImaginesAndBlurbs⭐️🪢🚺

Playful In Potions by IconicStoner❤️🚺

In The Night With You by Pasukiyo❤️🚺

Secretly Hold Hands When Taking The Picture by RandomOutsiders❤️🚺

Cedric x Gryffindor!Head Girl Reader by RandomOutsiders❤️🚺

Mommy by FireFlyInks⭐️🚺

Pillow Prince by UrMommies⭐️🚺

Fred Weasley (HE’S 18+ IN ALL SMUTS)

Bath Time by WeeLittleWeasley❤️🤰🚺

Sheer Brilliance by WeeLittleWeasley ⭐️❤️🚺

Evaluations by WeeLittleWeasley ⭐️❤️🚺

After All This Time by TwelveGods💔❤️🤰🚺

Weasley Family Images by AthoughtFox❤️⚧️

On Your Knees by George-Weasleys-Girl⭐️🚺

Fred Weasley x Male Reader by Rivendell876⭐️🚹

Breed Like Gnomes by EmerituseMeritus❤️🤰🚺

George Weasley (HE’S 18+ IN ALL SMUTS)

Mutually Curious by TheOreticSlut⭐️🚺

Would You Like Some Help by TheOreticSlut ⭐️🚺

Golden Tattoos by ExpelliarWeasley⭐️🚺

Just Helping You Out (Part 1) by SinclairCherry⭐️🚺

Just Helping You Out (Part 2) by SinclairCherry⭐️🚺

Just Helping You Out (Part 3) by SinclairCherry⭐️🚺

Inked Up by LumosAndNoxWriting⭐️🚺

Chocolate Milk by DurmStrange❤️🤰🚺

Finding Out You’re Pregnant by TheOreticSlut❤️🤰🚺

Pregnancy by Wand3RinGr0s3❤️🤰🚺

Weasley Family Images by AthoughtFox❤️⚧️

Babies On The Brain by KMT123WhatsTheTea⭐️🤰🚺

Ron Weasley (HE’S 18+ IN ALL SMUTS)

Nurture by Fandom-Puff❤️🚺

Weasley Family Images by AthoughtFox❤️⚧️

Neville Longbottom (HE’S 18+ IN ALL SMUTS)

Neville Having A Crush On A Very Outspoken Individual by Jillys-Feral-Fandoms❤️⚧

Harry Potter (HE’S 18+ IN ALL SMUTS)

Little Potter by MyraPottah⭐️🤰🚺

Quickie by GoGoGadzilla⭐️🚺

Harry Potter x Fem!Reader x Cedric Diggory by HpImaginesAndBlurbs⭐️🪢🚺

Incorrect Quotes

Percy & George & Oliver Incorrect Quote by AnnabelleLupin💙

Ginny & Bill & Percy & Charlie Incorrect Quote by Percy-Weasley-Supremacy💙

Harry & Hermione Incorrect Quote by CrackishIncorrectHP💙

Harry & Luna & Hermione Incorrect Quote by CrackishIncorrectHP💙

Y/N & Draco Incorrect Quote by ItsTheGhostOfMyPast💙

Harry & Draco Incorrect Quote by Fanby-Fckry💙

Draco & Harry & Pansy Incorrect Quote by YourGalGremlin💙

Hermione & Harry & Ron Incorrect Quote by Hxuse-XF-Black💙

McGonagall Incorrect Quote by HPSeeker99💙

Ron & Harry Incorrect Quote By HPSeeker99💙

Neville & Ron & Ginny & Hermione & Harry Incorrect Quote by HPSeeker99💙

Dean & Harry & Ron & Hermione & Neville &Ginny & Luna & The entire Gryffindor common room & Seamus Incorrect Quotes by HPSeeker99💙

#masterlist

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badfvith · 4 years ago

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dating harry potter would include:

request: Hi! I love your writing so much! Not really sure how to send requests but could u do a what dating Harry Potter would be like because I loved your draco one soo much

A/N: harry james is so precious my heart cant take it. i hope you enjoy :)

warnings: mentions of smut

harry would develop a crush on you so fast you wouldn’t even know what happened

your dynamic would go from occasionally speaking about classes and exchanging casual hellos in the hall to him becoming an awkward stuttering mess around you

it would just take him a while to realize his feelings but once he did oh boy good luck getting him off of you

him trying to purposely bump into you on the way out of classes so he could talk to you but he keeps chickening out

finally he would swallow his pride and decide to write to sirius asking for advice

he’d slip it in his letters really casually like, “yeah classes have been good so far. divination is a bit ridiculous though, trelawney is kind of a nut job. by the way should i ask a girl to hogsmeade for a first date or just to hang out here? hope you’re doing well! - harry”

and then the next letter back from sirius would be absolutely nothing but a hundred questions about what girl harry’s talking about and sirius giving him all of his “foolproof tricks that are guaranteed to to hook her in”

hermione & ron getting so annoyed with him silently pining over you so they finally take it upon themselves to get you two in the same room together

they’d set up a fake “study session” with the four of you in the gryffindor common room but once you got there they would leave

“oh...bloody hell i completely forgot i was supposed to...watch fang today. gotta go!”

“yeah i have to run too...but i’m sure harry has plenty to talk about!”

so the two of you would be left alone in the common room exchanging small talk about your homework

FINALLY at the end harry would pluck up the courage to ask you to go to hogsmeade with him that weekend, and of course you said yes

watching his quidditch practices and winking at him which makes him blush and get distracted, prompting oliver wood to yell at him to “get it together potter”

being the loudest one in the crowd during his games

he’s so clingy but in the best way

like if you were sitting on the couch he’d just come over and flop on top of you

pet names like “love” “gorgeous” and “baby”

lots of lazy saturdays tangled up in each other in bed and eating super late breakfasts in the kitchen

he gets jealous pretty often & you can always tell when he is because his face turns into a permanent frown

to combat this you’ll go over to him and attack him with kisses all over his face and neck

he forgets his jealous feelings pretty quick after that

you were each other’s first times

the amount he asked “is this okay?” made your heart melt

once you learn what each other likes in bed your sex life would be so good

i get the vibe that harry is totally a boob guy

he would always grab them while you made out and kiss down your chest during foreplay

he’s not the best at deliberate dirty talk but he makes up for it by being really vocal

he gives you lotsss of moans and phrases like “god you are so fucking beautiful” “my cock can’t take how good you feel baby girl” which drives you crazy

his years at hogwarts were a rollercoaster of emotions so you’d surprise him with random dates to get his mind off of all the bad stuff

sneaking into the quidditch locker rooms before games to give him a good luck kiss

you stealing his t shirts and him getting so flustered when you wear them in public like casually with a pair of jeans

you getting 500 detentions during your fifth year because you yell back at umbridge every time she makes a dig at harry

speaking of this you literally defend harry faster than yourself

if you hear anyone talking bad about him you will not hesitate to start something

him taking you to meet sirius during christmas and you’re a nervous wreck because you know how much he means to harry

but of course he ends up loving you and the two of you bond over your hatred for snape and laughing at stories sirius tells about james and lily

being the only person harry gets really vulnerable with and cries in front of

his hugs are literally the safest place he’d squeeze you so tight and rub your back and whisper sweet nothings to you

being so afraid to lose you like he’s lost so many others in the past but you are always there to reassure him that you love him and aren’t going anywhere

if he was hanging out with ~the boys~ he’d get so cocky while talking about you because he feels like he finally has someone/something he can proudly show off

cuddling on the hogwarts express and you falling asleep on his shoulder

becoming super close with the weasleys and hermione

overall such a loving & emotional relationship where you both compliment each other perfectly im gonna sob omg

tags:

@kashishwrites @lateautumn @tinylumpiaa @ask-sirius-queer-black

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padfoot-and-prongsie · 4 years ago

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Secret’s Out || Oliver Wood

Character: Oliver Wood

Word Count: 3.2k

Requested: Yes @jensenslight

Summary: After a few drinks too many at a party, you end up drunkenly confessing your feelings to Oliver Wood.

Warnings: Underage drinking, mentions of sex, swearing

Disclaimer: I did not make this gif, credit to the creative person who did

A/N: Holy crap, 9 freakin pages. I never expected it to get that long but it was honestly so much to fun write. Let me know what you think, your comments always make my day and keep me encouraged to continue writing <3

Please do not copy or steal my work. Reblogs are just fine :)

You laughed loudly with your friends, pushing through the crowd of students after the quidditch match. Thousands of footsteps thundered down the stairs of the stadium, the air filled with shouts of excitement and frustrated groans at the results of the game.

Gryfindor had won 230-110, crushing Slytherin and deflating their heads after the way they had pummeled the red and gold the year before. You stepped out of the stadium and almost instantly deviated away from where the rest of the mob was moving towards Hogwarts. Instead, you made your way towards the locker rooms, waiting for your friends Alicia and Angelina to come out.

The locker room opened with a bang and you instantly stepped forward, ready to congratulate the girls, but instead found yourself face to face with Oliver Wood.

He took a step back in surprise. “Hey, Y/N,” he said, sending you a small smile. “Waiting for Spinnet and Johnson?”

Involuntarily your heart raced and your cheeks burned red. “Uh hi,” you replied back awkwardly, “and uh yes, y-yes I am.”

You wanted to slap yourself. Why did you always have to clam up around him? Why couldn’t you just speak like a normal person?

Oliver shot you an odd look, his brows furrowing in concern.

“Game good- I-I mean good game,” you quickly stuttered, your cheeks only darkening more. “You played well.”

His mouth quirked up in a smile. “Thanks,” he said, a slight spark of amusement in his eyes. “You going to the party later?”

You nodded, deciding that it would be safest if you didn’t speak around him.

Whenever Gryfindor won there was almost always a wild party in the common room to follow. But the ones after Slytherin were always the biggest, loudest, and had the most alcohol. With your best friends being on the team, you never missed out on the after parties.

“Well I’m going to head up and shower,” Oliver said, running a hand through his hair.

You tried to keep yourself composed but couldn’t help but stare gawkingly at the way his muscles tightened against his shirt, which was slightly damp and see through with sweat. Oh how you wished you could be the one running your fingers through his air, kissing the lips that were turned up in a slight smile. You wanted him so bad, yet he could never know. You could never tell him the secret that you had been in love with him for the past three years. Only Alicia and Angelina could ever know that.

“I’ll see you later then Y/N,” Oliver said with a slight wave, before turning and heading up towards the castle, leaving you flustered, red faced, and heart racing, leaning beside the locker room door.

You watched him go, so drawn up in your fantasies and daydreams that you didn’t notice the locker room door open once more with Alicia and Angelina loudly stepping out. They on the other hand noticed you instantly, shooting each other a knowing look when they saw the direction in which you were staring.

“Did you two have a nice chat?” Angelina asked, causing you to jump violently.

“Merlin Ang, you scared me,” you said, placing a hand over your racing heart. “I didn’t even notice you two come out.”

Alicia threw a look in the direction Oliver had gone. “I wonder why,” she teased.

“Oh him?” you asked, a bad attempt to feign disinterest.

“Don’t play dumb, Y/N,” Angelina said, rolling her eyes. “Your face looks like a tomato and when we came out you were all but drooling over him.”

“I was not!” You defended.

Alicia raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, fine, maybe just a little,” you conceded.

“Or a lot,” Alicia muttered, laughing loudly as she dodged your shove.

“Shut up Spinnet,” you grumbled, knowing she never would.

“If you would just get the guts to talk to him…” Angelina tried.

“You know I can’t do that, Ang,” you said, the three of you beginning to walk back towards the castle. “I clam up and can barely form words when I’m around him.”

“We know,” they both said, having had to jump in for you and talk their way out of many awkward conversations with Oliver.

“Then you know why I can’t talk to him,” you said in exasperation.

“But what if he likes you back?” Alicia asked, “you’ll never know if you don’t woman up and speak with him.”

“Alicia,” you said pointedly, “he only ever sees me when I’m stuttering, red faced, and can barely form a sentence.”

She shrugged. “True, but stranger things have happened.”

Oliver stepped into the common room a half hour later to loud cheers and music. It seemed the entire school was there, somehow managing to fit into the small space.

Lights were flashing, music was pounding, and Oliver really hoped the quieting charms they had but on the walls of the room were working or they were sure to be busted.

Someone ran by him and he stretched out his arm to block them. He looked down at the third year, her hand clenching a red solo cup filled with whatever crazy alcohol concoction Fred and George had whipped up.

“I think you're a bit under aged,” Oliver said, plucking the drink from her hand.

Her eyes narrowed. “So are you,” she snapped back.

Oliver gave a slight nod of agreement. “Excellent point, but that sign over there says fifth years and above, and last I checked you don’t seem to reach those requirements.”

“Well I don’t give a fuck,” she spat, stamping her foot.

“That doesn’t mean anything,” he sighed. “Head on up stairs before a prefect finds you. In a couple of years you can make your own rules.”

She sent him a rather rude gesture, before storming up the stairs. Oliver didn’t doubt she would try to sneak back down in a few minutes.

Angelina raised her eyebrows as a girl angrily shoved past her on the stairs. She looked out, noting Oliver standing there, rubbing his forehead with a sigh.

“Ruining the fun for someone already, Wood?” Angelina asked, plucking the drink from his hand and taking a sip.

Oliver turned, noting you and Alicia were a few steps behind her.

“It was a third year,” he said in exasperation.

Angelina raised an eyebrow. “You let us in back then.”

“Because you were on the team,” Oliver argued, “and like the deal we made with Potter, you weren’t supposed to drink.”

“As if we ever listened to that,” Angelina scoffed.

She took another sip from the drink. “Damn, the Weasley’s really out did themselves this time.”

“Y/N, Alicia, wanna go get a drink?” Angelina asked.

“Sure, why not,” you said, as Alicia nodded beside you.

The three girls stepped past Oliver, with you shooting him a small smile. He smiled back, causing your cheeks to flush red. Oliver noted that with a slight grin. He always found it cute when you blushed.

You reached the makeshift bar with Alicia and Angelina. Alicia, never one for drinking, grabbed a butterbear whilst you Angelina went straight for Fred and George’s jungle juice.

“You’re right Ang, it’s not bad,” you said, taking a sip. “Definitely better than that one they made after the Hufflepuff match.”

Angelina laughed. “That one was horrible! I swear I vomited all night.”

“All night?” you snorted. “You kept at it in McGonagall’s class the next day. I’ve never seen her so mad.”

You finished the rest of your drink and refilled. “Let’s dance Ang.”

Alicia sighed, she was always the one that had to chase after you two all night. Just a couple weeks ago she had to prevent Angelina from stripping, much to Fred’s dismay, when she got particularly drunk one night. She watched as the two of you ran out onto the small makeshift dance floor, swinging your hips and laughing loudly.

Almost an hour later Alicia began to notice the alcohol set in. She grabbed Angelina’s arm, preventing her from falling into the bar as she came over to refill her solo cup.

“I think that’s plenty, Ang,” she chidded, steadying her friend on her feat.

Angelina stuck out her lower lip. “Just one more?”

Alicia gave her a pointed look. “You’re drunk.”

“I know but I really really really really want to make out with Fred but I need another drink to do that.” She argued drunkenly, before bursting out in spontaneous giggles.

“Angelina…” Alicia tried halfheartedly.

“One more mom-” she let out another string of giggles- “just on more.”

Angelina reached an arm over Alicia’s shoulder, her now terrible balance almost sending them both tumbling into the bar, and grabbed a bottle of Firewhiskey.

“Alica, make sure-” Angelina paused, gripping her friend's shoulders as she swayed from side to side. “-that if we end up have sex it’s not in front of too many people, okay?” She broke into another round of giggles, before hobbling back towards the dance floor.

Oliver watched from a few yards away, silently shaking his head at how bad his players looked right now. Both the twins were beyond wasted, and Katie Bell had passed out a few minutes ago. Even Harry, who Oliver had thought would be somewhat smart, had been convinced by the twins to take shots, and after a few cringes, had eventually gotten himself just as drunk as everyone else. Oliver almost had sympathy for him, as he wouldn’t want to be in his shoes when Hermione discovered him hung over the next day.

Oliver sighed, taking a sip from his butterbeer. Like Alicia, he didn’t drink.

Oliver heard a loud catcall from the other side of the room and turned back towards the dance floor where Angelina and Fred were kissing aggressively, seeming to almost be sucking each other’s faces off. He heard Alicia let out a groan.

Upon realizing he hadn’t seen the third musketeer in a while, he scanned the room, silently hoping you hadn’t taken after Angelina and were swapping spit with another guy.

Fortunately that wasn’t the case, and he instead found you stumbling back towards the bar, clearly struggling to stay up right.

You turned, feeling eyes on you. Your heart began to race upon noticing that Oliver was staringing at you. Changing course, you instead stumbled towards him, your brain not entirely aware what you were doing.

“Hi Oliver,” you slurred, “I haven't seen you since I got here.”

Oliver raised an eyebrow. “Were you looking?”

You giggled loudly. “Maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t,” you said coyly, poking his cheek.

Oliver’s eyebrow shot up in surprise by how forward you were.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” he asked, eyeing you in concern.

“More than okay!” you exclaimed drunkenly. “I’m talking like a normal person. Did you notice?”

You are beyond drunk, Oliver thought, but if he was honest with himself he did think your overly bubbly personality was rather cute. He did miss the constant blush you usually had though.

“I did notice,” he said, trying to bite back a smile.

“Good, because I’m not usually like that, it's just when you-” You swayed violently, causing Oliver to reach out and steady you. “It’s just when you’re around.” You finished, taking another sip from your drink.

Now this had caught Oliver’s attention and, as bad as he felt about taking advantage of your drunken state, he asked, “Is that so?”

You nodded vigorously. “Believe it or not I’ve been in love with you since Angelina and Alicia joined the quidditch team, I just never had the guts to tell you.” You laughed loudly as if the action of spilling your deepest darkest secret was actually humorous.

That was a lot more than Oliver had expected. “In love with me?” He managed to gulp out.

“Yeah,” you said, resting a hand on his shoulder to steady yourself. “Angelina said today that I should talk to you, guess she was right.”

Oliver's eyebrows shot up. “Clearly you have had way too much to drink,” he said.

“Don’t worry about me, I have a high alcohol tolerance,” you slurred proudly.

You swayed on your feet, stumbling to catch your balance. Oliver quickly reached out to stable you, holding tightly to your hips.

“High tolerance my ass,” he muttered, deciding that he better get you sat down before you actually fell over.

You let him guide you to a chair, enjoying the feeling of his hand on the small of your back and the tingling sensation that came with it.

“See, I’m fine,” you stated, sitting up right in the chair. You took a long sip from your drink and toppled sideways, giggling madly.

Oliver lunged over to catch you. Propping you upright, he took the cup from your hand. “You are definitely done here,” he said, a light smile playing on his lips.

You stuck out your bottom lip. “Party pooper,” you pouted, “why did I have to fall in love with someone who ruins all the fun?”

He stared at you, the girl who had just confessed twice, without really knowing it, that she was in love with him. You were always the cute girl, the friend of Angelina and Alicia, the one who always seemed to be red faced and unable to speak without a stutter. How had he never seen it before? How had he been so oblivious? The way you looked at him now, lips pouted, eyes feigning sadness, he wanted to kiss you so badly.

“Are you okay Oli?” you ask, reaching out to touch his cheek.

Your words brought him back. “Oli?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow. “That’s new.”

“It’s cute,” you said, grinning proudly, “cute like you.” You poked his nose, but in the action of moving forward fell straight into his chest.

Oliver let out a chuckle, pushing you back into the chair. You gripped his arms for support.

“Damn,” you whispered, feeling his tightened biceps under your hands.

Oliver looked down at where you were staring and couldn’t help but smile. He looked back up at your face. “You good?” he asked, once he made sure you wouldn’t fall over again.

“Yeah,” you breathed, “but…”

“But..?” Oliver prompted.

“But I really want to kiss you.”

Oliver took a small step back. If he had had any alcohol in his system that would have definitely sobered him up.

He looked at you, the way your eyes were so hopeful. But he also knew you were drunk, and as much as he wanted to, he knew he couldn’t do anything with you. At least not until you were sober.

“Let’s rain check that, Y/N, okay?” he finally said. “Wait until you’ll at least remember it happened.”

You woke up the following morning to a pounding headache and sudden need to vomit. After you came out of the bathroom you finally noticed Alicia, who was fixing her hair in the mirror.

“Where’s Ang?” you yawned flopping back onto your bed and trying to shield your eyes from the light. Everything was so bright.

“With Fred,” she replied simply.

“You didn’t stop her?” You asked, surprised. Alicia was usually the one to keep you two from doing anything stupid.

Alicia shook her head. “She told me not to, plus I was too busy watching you.”

You groaned. “Please don’t tell me I tried to give Jordan a lap dance again.

“Fortunately not,” Alicia giggled, before simply saying, “You were talking to Oliver.”

You shot up right then grabbed your head. Your pounding headache did not like the quick movement. “I did what?!” you exclaimed.

Alicia smiled. “It wasn’t that terrible. He even carried you up here afterwards for me.”

You looked down at your pajamas. You had not been wearing those last night.

Alicia knew what you were thinking. “Don’t worry, I put you in those after he left. I think the shirt you were wearing though is ruined, it had the jungle juice of Fred and George’s spilled all over it.”

“Damn it, damn it, damn it,” you cursed, though you weren’t upset over the shirt. “Please don’t tell me I said anything bad to him.”

Alicia sighed. “Promise me you won’t freak out?”

“Oh Merlin,” you groaned, “don’t tell me I did it.”

“Yeah,” she confirmed, “you kinda spilled the beans.”

“I could barely even talk to him before, now I can’t even be in the same room as him,” you moaned, hiding your face in your hands. “Why didn’t you stop me Alicia?”

“I was going to Y/N, believe me I was, but the way he was looking at you, caring for you, I knew he had to know, and there was no way you would have told him in any other way,” she sadly.

You turned to Alicia, wanting to be angry with her, but her sincere expression, the hope in her eyes, you couldn’t be mad at her for that.

“Cross your fingers your right,” you said quietly.

You stepped into the common room shortly after, a pair of sunglasses perched on your nose.

“Hey, Y/N.”

You jumped violently before turning with a feeling of dread to face Oliver.

“Hi Oliver,” you said quietly, falling into step beside him as he walked towards the portrait hole.

“No Oli?” he joked, letting you step through first before following you out into the corridor.

“I’m sorry, what?” you asked.

Oliver shook his head with a smile. “Nevermind.”

You sighed. “I called you that last night, right?”

His face lit up in hope. “You remember?”

You shook your head. “Alicia filled me in this morning,” you said, cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

It occurred to you then that that was the first time your face had turned red since being in close contact with Oliver. You hadn’t even stuttered once. Why that was the case, you didn’t know.

“About that…” he said, trailing off, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“You don’t feel that way? I know, it’s okay,” you said, shaking your head at the sheer awkwardness of the conversation. “I’ll get over it. Like Alicia said, at least you know.”

“Well, that’s the thing, I- I do.”

That last part came out real quiet and you turned to him, eyebrows shot up in surprise, heart suddenly racing. “You do what?” you whispered in disbelief.

Oliver looked down at his shoes. “I do like you, Y/N,” he said quietly, “and have for some time.”

“Even when I can’t talk straight around you and was a drunk babbling idiot last night?”

His lips quirked up in a smile. “The babbling idiot part was actually rather entertaining for that matter.”

You stared at him, hope swelling in your chest as you looked at the boy you were madly in love with.

“You told me last night you wanted to kiss me,” he started, and your face turned red as the memory came back to you. “And I said-”

“Raincheck,” you finished, your heart rate quickening. “Such a gentleman to do that.”

Oliver took a step closer. “I’d like to cash that in now,” he whispered softly.

“Please do,” you breathed, looking up at him as he moved closer.

Your eyes fluttered shut as he gently pressed his lips against yours, his hands resting on your waist whilst yours looped around his neck.

This kiss was a thousand times better than you had ever imagined. You barely even heard George’s wolf whistle when he walked by, or when Angelina turned to Fred with a grin, saying, “That’s five Galleons, Weasley.” It was just you two, in the middle of the hall, and Oliver’s mouth moving against yours was all that mattered.

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fandom-puff · 4 years ago

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could you please do a oliver wood smut alphabet if you haven’t already

Hey! Thank you for requesting! I hope you enjoy :)

Oliver Wood Smut Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He holds you close afterwards, makes sure you’re okay and encourages you to drink water- this often results in you saying ‘yes coach’

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner��s)

He loves his biceps and shoulders- they’re so strong from quidditch and you grip onto them so prettily

On you, he loves your waist and hips- no matter the shape or size, if he has access, he can and will grab and stroke and kiss them :)

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

It doesn’t bother him where it is so long as it’s on or in you- and if you taste him... that’s enough to get him going all over again

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves seeing you in his quidditch jersey and nothing else? Maybe some knee high socks too??? Really gets him hot under the collar

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s had a few partners, so he knows what he is doing- he’s open to trying new things also

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Cowgirl- especially when you lean over and push your chest into his face :p

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

No. He’s very serious I’m the moment, though he will tease and be playful with foreplay

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s rather well groomed, and the carpets do match the drapes.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Oliver gets VERY into it. He cradles your body with his own, pressing kisses to every inch of skin he can reach...

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He does it more than he’d like to, but he’s more than willing to wait because he knows it’ll feel much better with you

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Oliver is rather vanilla I reckon, though I imagine he is big on praise and loves hearing you beg

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The. SHOWER.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you after being apart for a long time, or knowing you have all the time in the world to be together

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn’t partake in ‘locker-room banter’ like his teammates do. One of his teammates made a lewd comment about you once, and he ended up with his tongue magically glued to the roof of his mouth.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

This man’s TONGUE!! He varies perfectly between teasing flicks and long licks, keeping you teetering on edge for ages, always movie JUST before you can release

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Oliver is slow and sensual all the way- unless you ask nicely 😈

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Due to his career as a quidditch player, he doesn’t really like quickies. He would much prefer to enjoy you all to himself for as long as he wants

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Sure. He won’t do something he knows will be too dangerous (“not on my BROOM, YN!”) but is more than willing to have a go

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Oliver is FIT. He has excellent stamina, and, with enough time to breathe in between, is up and running for another go if you fancy it

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Nope- likes to do it all himself (or with magic of nerd be)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

If you’re okay with it, he’ll tease like mad, often with sly little comments while you’re with your friends that make you blush. He’s very cocky like that.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Oliver is relatively quiet, muffling his noises by biting your shoulder, though he makes the loveliest, shuddery sound when he’s on edge

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He really likes massages. Your hands work wonders on the knots in his shoulders and arms and back... these massages very rarely end at just that, especially with you straddling his hips the way you do

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

When Oliver’s got wood ( I am SO sorry I couldn’t resist) he’s fairly average in thickness, but is rather long, with a slight curve.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Oliver spends so much time on the pitch and he misses you a LOT... he would like to have you much more than he does, but, alas. Quidditch.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Unless it’s late at night, Oliver doesn’t really conk out straightaway

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HP FESTS: Dramione Height Difference

Dramione Height Difference 2020:

Arithmancy and Quidditch by grace_lou_freebush - E, one-shot - Hermione and Draco are partners on an Arithmancy project during their eighth year, but Draco fails to meet up at their agreed upon time. When Hermione finds him down at the Quidditch pitch, she just might change her mind about how upset she is." She hadn't seen him up close in his Quidditch kit since second year, and the sight made her snap her jaw shut and swallow. Her eyes trailed from his massive hands and his covered forearms up to his square shoulders. His emerald green robes fit over his light pads snuggly and hung like a second skin down his slim torso. Quidditch robes were designed to be trim, without excess fabric, for speed and agility, and Hermione was reaping the benefits of that now. At the waist, the robes parted to showcase the tight trousers he wore to cover his lower half. The white fabric almost glowed in the twilight, and shadows at his groin left little to the imagination as the fabric bunched at his hips, creating an impressive display of his package. He'd slowed down as he approached the locker rooms, and Hermione drank her fill of his body before snapping her eyes up to see his face lit by the lamp at the Slytherin entrance."

The Borrower by magical_traveler - T, one-shot - Malfoy looked up at her and scowled. “What have you done to me, Granger?” he squeaked. His face grew red as he heard his voice and he glared at Hermione. He began to pace in the seat of the chair. Hermione began giggling.

Chains by Aneiria - E, one-shot - 'Draco,’ Hermione crooned, making her voice sound as soothing as possible. She reached up to wrap her hands in his soft blond hair, tugging firmly to try and force him to look down at her. His hands were holding her tight around her waist, almost meeting around her middle, but he looked over her head to where the official was now lying sprawled on his back. ‘Look at me, Draco,’ she tried again, tugging his hair harder. Finally he tore his eyes away and looked down at her, still breathing heavily. Hermione gasped when she saw the usual silver of his irises had brightened to an ethereal blue, his pupils narrowed into elongated slits.‘Oh, Draco…’ she breathed, concern building in her as she reached up to stroke his cheek. Draco purred and rubbed his face against her palm. ‘We need to get you home.’

Fun Sized by EarlGreyPanic - E, one-shot - Hermione gets hit by one of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes famous "Fun Sized Spray" and lost a couple of inches of her height. She decided to make the best of it and use her height for some "fun-sized" activities. Posted for Musyc's Dramione Height Difference Mini-Fest

Height by SenLinYu - E, one-shot - “Tall? That’s what you think I should notice about Malfoy? His height?” Ginny quirked an eyebrow and licked the tip of her quill suggestively. ”Well, isn’t that your thing? Lockhart. Krum. McLaggen. Ron. The only thing they have in common is being tall enough to give me a neck ache.” Hermione felt her ears grow hot, and she gripped her book tighter. “I don’t have a thing for tall men. Their height is—completely coincidental.” Dramione Height Differences Minifest 2020.

"I will always catch you" by Takingflight48 - E, one-shot - "A huff drives out of my open mouth as he slides me up into the ceiling, but I have little time to consider logistics as his mouth is gliding up my right thigh, hot and needy." Malfoy's do not wait for anyone. That has not changed, a fact Hermione was banking on as her hunk of a man takes her to heights unknown.

The Longer The Wait The Sweeter The Kiss by hslades - E, one-shot - “I’ve missed you so much,” Hermione whispered in the crook of his neck, a few tears running down her cheeks, wetting the skin of his neck. “I was so worried.” “Shhh, it’s okay,” Draco assured her, running his large hands down her hair. “I’m safe, I’m home now.” Draco has been away on a mission for the resistance longer than expected. Hermione longs for him to get back to her safely.

Ministry Business or Minister's Pleasure by mxstyassasxin - E, one-shot - When Minister For Magic Hermione Granger drops her children off at Kings Cross for another year at Hogwarts, she has two problems on her hands. One, her imminent divorce from another third of the Golden Trio and two, the fallout from her removal of funding for a certain blonde's research project. The first is a given: Her marriage just hasn't been the same since Hugo started Hogwarts, since the emptiness became much more obvious. The second though? Maybe she can use the free time she suddenly finds herself with to help in some way...

Mismatch Miracle by diamonddaydream - T, one-shot - For Dramione Height Difference Mini-fest 2020. Hermione Granger always seems to make the first move, but only because Draco Malfoy is always already there.

One Moment in Time by PixieKisses - E, one-shot - Uncertain as to what her life held now that Voldemort was gone, Hermione heads up to her favourite place at Hogwarts. However, she's not the only one to seek sanctuary within the walls of the library. Can a moment of curiosity bring them clarity, or are they destined to be ill-fated for the rest of time?

Perfect Fit by granger_danger - E, one-shot - “What’s the height difference like, when it comes to sex?” Ginny waggled her eyebrows suggestively. Feeling eyes on her neck, Hermione looked up to find Draco staring at her from across the room. He appeared to be multitasking; while chatting amiably with Harry, he was also sending her a secret message with his gaze, another psychic missive detailing how her dress, lovely as it was, would look much better on his bedroom floor. “You know I don’t kiss and tell.” Hermione lifted her chin and fluffed her hair, grinning like the cat that got the cream. “But it does have … certain advantages.” *A fluffy, funny, filthy smut-biscuit written for Musyc's Dramione Height Difference Mini-Fest 2020 and featuring a tol!Hermione and a smol!Draco*

Persephone's Adjustment by riane_b13 - M, one-shot - Hey Mom! I’m so excited to see you and dad again. I just got the approval to get two weeks off so I’ll be home for Christmas through New Year's Eve. I can’t believe it’s really been a year since I’ve seen you. There’s so much that has happened since then. Ginny and Harry have finally set a date for their wedding. You would think that after seven years of dating Ginny would’ve forced him down the aisle. Molly almost did. The Harpies set their schedule to start spring season March 1st so they decided on February 1st. That way they have time for a honeymoon before Ginny starts back up training. Unfortunately for me, I need to find a new place to live. You can only imagine who practically demanded I move in.

The Peruvian Strike by ExpositorRevan (Naydras) - E, one-shot - The Wimbourne Wasps experiment with Quidditch innovation under Oliver Wood’s tutelage. Wood, desperate to defeat his former team the Schemers of Skye, enlists casual ballerina Hermione Granger to whip his inflexible chaser into fighting form. Porn with a side dish of plot. Dramione

Restricted Rendezvous by Musyc - E, one-shot - Draco looked up from his book in the library and caught her staring at him. Deliberately, he met her eyes. She looked down, her cheeks turning a soft pink. He folded his hands under his chin, waited until she looked at him again, then dragged the point of his tongue across his bottom lip. Draco follows Hermione into the Restricted Section.

Shifting Perspectives by Misdemeanor1331 - E, one-shot - Being a woman in a male-dominated profession is hard; being a woman and below average height is even harder. Fortunately, Hermione Granger has developed a strategy to counteract these unconscious biases. Unbeknownst to her, Draco Malfoy has noticed and formed his own opinions on the matter.

Untidy Souls by JelenaD - M, one-shot - Draco Malfoy is back for Eighth year. He wants a girl too large for her small size to get out of his head, but she’s persistent at the best of times.

This fest is closed.

#Fests/Exchanges/Challenges #Dramione Height Difference #height difference

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storiesbymads · 5 years ago

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HIT THE SHOWERS ( oliver wood . )

Oliver needs a little company after a hard practice

warnings: smut, pwp

wc: 0.7k

The locker room was practically empty by now. The twins and I were usually always the last ones out but Oliver was taking his sweet time in the showers today. The entire room was fogged up by the time I entered after finishing the extra laps Wood had made me do after failing to pass the quaffle so many times.

“Wood?” I called out as I began to strip out of my gear. “Oli?”

“Yeah,” he responded with a snap. His voice sounded hoarse but it was probably due to how much he had to yell today. It was the last day before break and no one was really out to play.

“Want me to join?” I asked after I stripped down to my underwear. He coughed slightly before opening up the shower curtain, allowing me to slip in as water sprayed over the tiled flooring.

“You okay, cap?” He placed his hands on my waist as mine slipped up to mess with the wet hair on his neck.

“Could be better,” he growled into the skin of my neck that he’d begun to nip at. I grabbed a bottle of shampoo from beside him before beginning to lather it through his strands. A moan slipped from his lips but it was muffled since he was leaving open-mouthed kisses on my collar bone.

“You really enjoying me washing your hair that much, huh?” I chuckled as I felt his member against my inner thigh. I pushed him directly under the stream of hot water and allowed the suds to drip down his body, both of our hands meeting at his hair to speed the process along.

“It’s more you being naked in the shower with me, love. But, sure, you washing my hair really gets me going.” he let out a dry laugh before attacking my lips with his own and pressing me up against the only sturdy wall. The shock of the cool tile caused my back to arch into his chest as one of his knees began to press between my legs to separate them.

“You need to condition,” I said with a pout. Oliver’s only response was one of his digits beginning to toy with my clit.

“I think my hair can wait,” he grumbled before removing his hand from me and placing it on the wall beside my head. His other hand stroked his cock a few times, lining it up with my own entrance. Oliver allowed me to bite into his shoulder as he ever so slowly pushed into me. My moans were soft and muffled as he bottomed out.

“Babe, you’re going to have to move faster than that.”

“I know.”

“Then go.”

“Just give me a second,” he practically whispered before pulling out slightly. His first few thrusts were very slow, almost painfully slow before his pace began to pick up. After about five he was practically pounding me into the wall.

“Oh… For… Fucks… Sake…” I said between moans and kisses at the base of his jaw. One of his thrusts managed to cause a squeak to fall from my lips when his tip brushed against my G-spot. They began to get sloppier after a few minutes, and I felt him twitch slightly within me.

“Fuck. I’m gonna…” He didn’t even finish before I felt hot liquid hit my walls. He rode out his high with a few more thrusts before pulling out of me and falling to his knees in front of me.

“Huh?” My fingers threaded through his knotted, wet hair.

“I know you didn’t cum,” he mumbled against my inner thigh as he inched closer to my heat. His nose was barely touching my clit and I felt my head begin to get foggy.

“How?”

“We’ve been having sex for a year now. I know what you sound like when you finish and I didn’t hear you scream my name.” He flattened his tongue against my heat.

“Merlin’s beard,” I said as my eyes closed and my head fell against the tile. One of his fingers began to tease my entrance as his teeth ran against my clit. He really knew how to work his mouth.

“Fuck! Oliver!” I yelled out as my own high washed over me. He used his fingers to help ride me out of it as he stood up to press a kiss against my forehead.

“Conditioner?” he grabbed the other bottle of product from beside him as the two of us laughed. I took it from him and repeated the process from earlier.

#oliver #oliver wood #oliver wood imagine #oliver wood imagines #oliver wood x reader #harry potter imagine #harry potter imagines #harry potter x reader #sean biggerstaff

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rubadubdub3nunsinatub · 2 years ago

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I posted 1,384 times in 2022

That's 240 more posts than 2021!

146 posts created (11%)

1,238 posts reblogged (89%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@mistresspandorawritesthings

@narastories

@ohmyoverland

@queer-crusader

@mossy-scaled-dragon

I tagged 252 of my posts in 2022

#outlander - 50 posts

#sga - 33 posts

#lord john grey - 31 posts

#stargate atlantis - 25 posts

#stargate - 24 posts

#jamie fraser - 20 posts

#esc 2022 - 19 posts

#william ransom - 14 posts

#claire beauchamp - 13 posts

#brianna fraser - 12 posts

Longest Tag: 89 characters

#there is something v special about seeing how mutuals represent themselves through picrew

My Top Posts in 2022:

I'm getting back into Stargate but seems lots of the old blogs I followed are inactive so if you're actively posting Stargate content especially SGA please interact!!

92 notes - Posted April 29, 2022

Outlander Fandom Survey 2022!

It's here people!! The second annual Outlander Fandom survey is running from the 9th of July to the 16th of July. This year's questions are new and improved and hope to gain a snapshot of who is in our fandom and what our favourite things in fandom are! A special thank you to the wonderful @mistresspandorawritesthings for your assistance.

If you would like to see the results of last year's survey click below

2021 OUTLANDER FANDOM SURVEY RESULTS

105 notes - Posted July 9, 2022

Headcanon that Percy Weasley secretly has the wildest sex life

This is all discovered one night while he, Bill, Charlie and George are playing never have I ever with some Veritaserum laced fire whisky

George boldly proclaims "Never have I ever slept with a man!"

Percy and Charlie drink

Their was no surprise about Charlie but ummm excuse me Percy but umm care to share with the group?

Drunk Percy is uncharacteristically chill "yeah I lost my virginity to Oliver Wood in 5th year in the Quidditch locker rooms"

"Was its just that one time?!"

George is shook

"Nah we occasionally hook up now and again. Audrey and I had a threesome with him the other week..."

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So with the whole Ned Cheater scandle there's been big talk about the parasocial relationships viewers form with YouTubers. Fair enough. But I also think there is a conversation to be had about how the Try Guys whole enterprise is structured. It started with 4 friends and expanded to include their partners and other collages who have probably worked with them since their Buzzfeed days, all having public personas and sharing lots of personal stuff online for content. Creating a workplace environment where there is very little space between the work and their personal lives. They are the nightmare that is a workplace where "we are all friends here so it's ok". That's why it's so hard to take seriously the "internal review" because who was doing it? You are all friends? I hope they outsourced it. In hindsight honestly, I'm not surprised something like this happened and that the knock-on effect to the whole company was this severe.

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My #1 post of 2022

S1 Young Justice: it's just a fun and goofy sidekick show

S4 Young Justice: you know turning children into crime fighters will affect their cognitive development and this will develop into problems well into adulthood

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malenkayacherepakha · 4 years ago

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Fic Rec - Puddlemere’s New Man

Title: Puddlemere’s New Man Author: Mindabbles (part of @hp-crossgenfest) Pairing: Teddy Lupin/Oliver Wood Rating: E Word Count: 6208 Content/Warnings: Cross-Generation Relationship, Age Difference, Locker Room Sex Summary: Teddy is willing to put in the work. He’s willing to practice twice as hard as anyone else, except that no one can out-work Oliver — a fact that Teddy finds he doesn’t mind in the least.

This is a fabulous fic - the first time I’ve read this pairing and I was totally sold right from the start. The dynamic between Teddy and Oliver was perfect, and the smut was fantastic. Highly recommend giving it a read!

Read on AO3

#cross gen #teddy x oliver #teddy/oliver #fic rec #rachel recs

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fleurting · 5 years ago

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Title: massage therapy Author: fleurting Pairing: Oliver Wood/Charlie Weasley Rating: E Tags: Locker Room Sex Prompt filled: S051 (Oliver Wood/Charlie Weasley) Summary: “Our healer has this Muggle massage trick that does wonders. I can show you if you want.” Link: AO3

for @hprarepairbingo!

#hprarepairbingo #charlie weasley #oliver wood #charlie x oliver #*#m:fic

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agoddamnsupernova · 7 years ago

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Come Play with Me

A little competition never hurt anyone.

based off @dreamsaremywords‘s vague prompt of ‘a Hogwarts smutfest’ so I hope you enjoy.

Read on AO3

“You and Lexa gonna be okay after we kick Ravenclaw’s ass tonight?” Octavia asks as they head down to the Quidditch pitch, brooms over their shoulder.

“Oh yeah, we already had that discussion, she says competition is healthy in a budding relationship,” Clarke chuckles, reaching up to loosen the emerald tie around her neck.

“Ah, so she’s kinky?” O smirks, getting a kick out of the way Clarke blushes all the way down her neck. “You two bring a whole new meaning to heated debate, huh?”

“Stuff it,” Clarke mumbles, doing her best to avoid Octavia’s gaze. “Just cause we enjoy competition doesn’t mean we’re kinky.”

“Uh huh, just like you two running off to shag in the a broom closet after that argument when you answered the riddle to get into Ravenclaw tower differently than she would have isn’t kinky, right?” Octavia hums, brows raised as the blonde starts to sputter for an answer.

“Just...gah!” Clarke huffs, stomping ahead a few steps just to avoid the look Octavia is giving her.

“As long as your sex life doesn’t mess with your seeking skills, you’re fine!” O yells, making the entire team snicker as Clarke lets out a yell of frustration as she kicks open the locker room door.

Clarke refuses to speak to anyone until their captain, Ontari, started a pep talk that would rival those of Oliver Wood. Clarke tunes out about halfway through, instead investing the time in picturing Lexa in her Quidditch uniform.

Her fantasy is interrupted when Octavia elbows her in the ribs, hissing it was time for the team huddle, which Clarke never really understood, it seemed to be a muggle tradition before sporting events.

“Alright, we’re going to win the cup for Slytherin for the fourth year running, we’ve got to make Professor Rivers proud, considering her niece is in Ravenclaw,” Ontari sneers, making Clarke roll her eyes, she was referring to Lexa, her Aunt Anya was the Slytherin head. “Now, snakes on three.”

This part always made Clarke feel like the frat boys in those movies Raven always made them watch on her enchanted screen, her iPad she called it. They all put their hands in while Ontari counted and shouted snakes after three, leaving Clarke less than pleased. She couldn’t wait to be captain next year, no more odd frat traditions.

“You ready to kick ass?” Octavia grins as they head onto the pitch, the roar of the crowd already audible.

“Hell yeah, you think Raven and Bellamy are going to cheer for us?” Clarke asks, knowing neither Gryffindor liked to wear green.

“I know Raven will be, I’m not sure my brother would be caught in anything other than red,” O chuckles, bumping their shoulders together. “But I told Raven that if she hammed it up in green that I would give her head later.”

“Oh my god, you’re evil,” Clarke grins, handing O her broom so she can pull her hair back into a messy bun. “Think she did it?”

Let’s find out,” Octavia says, mimicking the owl from that horrid lolly advert, the one with the odd chocolate in the center. Clarke hated American advertising and yet, Raven seems obsessed with it.

They have to shield their eyes from the sun as they scan the Gryffindor stands for a spec of green only to find that not only has Raven dressed in every green thing she owns, but has taken a page out of the famous Luna Lovegood handbook and is wearing a very large, very detailed snake upon her head.

“You’re dating a gay mess,” Clarke snorts, jumping when the snake hat yells a string of ‘Let’s go Slytherin, let’s go’ every time Raven claps.

“She’s pan, but I got what you meant,” Octavia replies, unable to take her eyes off the monstrosity on top of her girlfriend’s head.

“Yeah well pan mess doesn’t sound as good,” Clarke teases, pinching O’s arm. “Now concentrate on the task at hand and not the head you’re going to give later.”

“But, like...how is she so hot? Even in that fucking ridiculous thing, she’s so fucking hot,” Octavia breathes out, making Clarke tug her toward the center of the pitch.

“Yes, yes, your girlfriend is hot, now pay attention,” Clarke huffs, shaking her head. “Merlin, you’re a bigger mess than she is.”

“Yeah, I am,” Octavia hums, finally looking away from Raven. “But at least I don’t get hot fighting with my girlfriend.”

“Enough, the game is starting,” Clarke hisses, moving into her spot while the captains listen to the rules just like every game.

She's standing a feet away, but Clarke’s can’t help the butterflies that gather in her stomach when she looks at Lexa in her uniform. She’s all tall and brooding and serious when she plays and there’s something about it that just leaves Clarke wanting her.

Lexa looks as incredible as always, but today her and the rest of her team are wearing face paint, making them look battle ready as they stand, staring down the competition. Lexa’s covers her eyes like a mask, the kohl done in such a way it looks as though it's dripping down her cheeks. Clarke wonders how much hotter the makeup would look smudged and smeared after she went down on her.

Clarke snaps back to reality when the whistle blows, kicking off out of instinct rather than a matter of her knowing she needed to. While the rest of the team fights for the quaffle, Clarke continues to rise above the pitch, eyes constantly moving, keeping an eye out for that glint of gold.

She can feel it every time Lexa is close, almost like a shiver up her spine when the older girl passes her, that stoic look on her features driving Clarke mad. The game is pretty even after a half hour, leaving Clarke anxious to find the snitch, she's tired of dodging bludgers at the last minute because she couldn’t keep her mind out of the gutter every time she passed her girlfriend.

It's another fifteen minutes before she catches the familiar gleam at the other end of the pitch, hovering around the bottom of the Ravenclaw goal posts. Lexa, who is floating slightly above her, doesn’t seem to see it and Clarke sees the perfect opportunity to not only get the upper hand, but to get a little revenge on Lexa for being so damn hot.

She makes sure Lexa sees her start diving toward the Slytherin end of the pitch, glancing over her shoulder to find that the other seeker had indeed taken the bait. She waits until Lexa is right next to her to change her course.

“Sucker!” She yells over the wind as she pulls up just enough to fly right over Lexa’s head, swerving toward the Ravenclaw end, grinning when she find the snitch had barely moved.

She knows Lexa is hot on her tail and she can hear the commentator screaming about her fake out, but all that matters in that moment was the thrill of knowing she had gotten one over on her girlfriend. Clarke doesn’t look back until her fist closes around the little gold ball, yanking her broom up to send her flying straight into the air, waving the winning token in the air.

Lexa floats below her, grinning up at her despite the loss and that’s all it takes for Clarke to be done for. The adrenaline from the game mixed with the absolute adoration she felt for this war painted, smug little asshole was too much for her poor little, sexually frustrated brain to handle.

If she had it her way, Clarke would have Lexa right then, pressing into the grass of the pitch, but instead she is surrounded by her cheering teammates who are all chanting her name. Above all of the shouting and the celebration, Clarke can hear Raven’s stupid hat yelling. She can’t help but get swept up in it all, temporary forgetting the all consuming heat that her girlfriend causes in her while laughs and cheers along with her friends.

It isn’t until after the team had filtered out of the locker room, heading down to the common room to set up for the party they were surely having late, that Clarke had time to focus on herself once more.

She sits brushing out her damp hair, enjoying the silence of it all when the sound of footsteps echoes across the stone walls. “Aren’t you supposed to be giving Raven head, Octavia?” Clarke asks, assuming it was the younger girl coming to tease her some more.

“While I have no desire to give Raven head, I would love to get on my knees for you later,” Lexa’s says lowly, a gravley edge hanging onto every word. Lexa was just as turned on as Clarke was.

“Oh really now?” Clarke chuckles, turning to face the taller girl. Lexa’s wearing that tight tank top Clarke loves, her tie hanging loosely around her neck. God and she’s wearing those skinny jeans Raven had made her buy the last time they were in London that make her ass look amazing.(She would have to remember to thank the Gryffindor later.) But what really gets Clarke’s attention is the kohl still framing those beautiful emerald eyes despite the fact that Lexa had clearly showered after the game.

“Waterproofing spell,” Lexa says, as though she had read Clarke’s mind, a slight smirk on her lips. “You looked like you liked it earlier.”

“That’s an understatement,” Clarke chuckles as she nears her girlfriend, easily backing the older girl against the lockers. “I wanted to take you right there on the pitch,” she murmurs before crushing their lips together.

The sound that comes from Lexa sends a spike of molten heat through her, driving her to deepen the kiss. Lexa’s hands roam her body, making her shiver with every touch, pressing against. Close isn’t close enough for Clarke right now.

“Do you know how bad I’ve wanted you, all day?” Clarke breathes out, kissing her way from Lexa’s needy mouth to the base of her neck, living for every ragged breath she draws from the older girl.

“Gods, Clarke,” Lexa moans out, her fingers digging into the blonde’s hips, pulling them closer, trying to get any kind of friction that she can.

“That wasn’t an answer,” Clarke says firmly before she’s biting Lexa hard enough to mark, shivering at the moan that spills from the other girl. She kisses the mark gently, pulling away to look into those eyes.

“If you’ve wanted me half as bad as I’ve wanted you...then I get it,” Lexa manages through heaving breaths, swallowing hard when Clarke smirks at her.

“Good girl. Now, kiss me,” Clarke hums, the sound turning into a low moan when Lexa obeys, pulling her impossibly close.

Clarke is pleasantly surprised when Lexa switches their positions, her back pressed into the cool metal of the lockers behind her, gasping at Lexa’s lips against her pulse. She arches into Lexa’s hands as they move from her hips, slowly sliding along her waist.

“Should we be doing this here?” Lexa pants against Clarke’s neck, her fingers pausing at her girlfriend’s waistband. Why’d she always have to be the disciplined one?

Clarke lets out a semi frustrated sigh, gripping Lexa’s wrist. “Probably not, but I swear to the gods, if your fingers aren’t inside me in the next thirty seconds, I’m going to spontaneously combust.”

And with that, Clarke is shoving Lexa’s hand into her pants, a ragged moan slipping from her lips when those fingers finally touch her. Lexa can’t help but pull away to watch Clarke’s features as she circles her clit slowly, moaning when the blonde’s hips buck forward.

“Baby, stop teasing,” Clarke moans softly, her arms looping around Lexa’s neck, pulling the older girl into another searing kiss, biting her lip in an attempt to spur her forward.

It’s successful in the sense that Lexa adds a little more pressure to her clit, but that wasn’t what Clarke wanted, Lexa knew that and plans to make Clarke beg for it, beg for her. “Come on, Clarke, you know the magic word.”

Clarke was too far gone to be stubborn at this point, easily caving to Lexa’s wants. “Lexa, please,” she whimpers out.

Lexa shivers at the sound, obeying almost instantly, pressing two fingers into her slowly, drawing out the moan that comes from Clarke. She smirks slightly, loving the way Clarke’s hips are already moving against her hand, desperately trying to fuck herself on Lexa’s fingers.

“Patience,” Lexa smirks, easily taking on the dominate role that Clarke needed in that moment. She lived for times like these, where Clarke wanted her so much that she readily handed over control.

She started a steady pace, grinding the heel of her hand against Clarke’s clit, it wasn’t enough to get her off, she knew that, but she wanted this to last, wanted Clarke to be jelly by the end of it all.

“More,” Clarke breathes against Lexa’s ear, taking matters into her own hands when Lexa’s doesn’t immediately obey. She hooks a leg around Lexa’s waist, which presses Lexa’s fingers deeper.

“You’re such a brat,” Lexa chuckles but finally indulges the other girl, increasing her pace as she thrusts her fingers a little harder, earning a loud moan as a reward.

Clarke’s fingers dig into flesh, pressing her face against Lexa’s neck as she gets closer and closer. “Lexa,” she moans lowly, her breath hitching when those fingers curl just right.

She’s riding the edge when Lexa’s lips brush against her ear with a whispered command. “Cum for me, babygirl.”

Those fingers curl and press against her just right as those words are uttered, sending her crashing over the edge, clutching Lexa tightly. It’s all hard shudders and whispered curses punctuated but Lexas’s name until Clarke is slumped against her, breathing hard.

“Fuck,” Clarke murmurs, shivering when Lexa pulls her hand away so she can wrap her arms around the blonde, keeping her steady.

“You’re so beautiful,” Lexa hums, kissing the top of Clarke’s head before resting her chin on the blonde waves.

Clarke just makes a soft sound of acknowledgment, allowing herself to pull away enough to look up at Lexa. Her pupils were blown wide, only a small strip of green lingering around the edges. Clarke smirks a bit as she grabs Lexa’s hand, bringing her fingers to her lips.

Lexa can only stare as Clarke parts her lips, her tongue smoothing over the pads of her fore and middle finger. Lexa moans at the contact, her jaw dropping when Clarke takes them into her mouth, sucking them clean. “Gods...”

“Will you let me take care of you?” Clarke whispers, kissing the tips of Lexa’s fingers softly.

“Please,” is all Lexa can say, eyes going wide when Clarke drops to her knees in front of her, that god damn smirk on her lips.

“But before that,” Clarke starts, pointing a finger at Lexa’s face, murmuring the counter spell for the Impervius charm Lexa had used on her face paint.

“What? What’d you do?” Lexa asks, her brow furrowed when Clarke just shrugs her shoulders, continuing to undo Lexa’s jeans. Lexa’s less inclined to argue as soon as Clarke’s lips brush against her hips.

Clarke shoves Lexa’s tank top up, kissing her way along those abs she had coveted long before her and Lexa were on friendly terms, loving the way it make Lexa’s squirm. She takes her sweet time kissing every inch of skin she can before she’s pushing Lexa’s jeans down, easily taking her boxers with them.

“You’re so wet,” Clarke breathes out, kissing along Lexa’s thighs. “And it’s all because of me,” she smirks, running her fingers through Lexa’s slit.

“Fuck, all because of you,” Lexa breathes out, trying to keep her hips still as Clarke teases her and failing miserably.

“Put your leg over my shoulder, baby,” Clarke commands softly, sliding her arm around Lexa’s thigh when she does, giving her more support.

Before Lexa can even think, let alone speak, Clarke’s mouth is on her and all she can do is thread her fingers into Clarke’s hair and pull her closer. Lexa could just cry when Clarke’s tongue rolls against her clit hard, leaving her shuddering.

Lexa’s a little embarrassed at how easily the orgams comes, but has little time to dwell, moaning Clarke’s name loudly when the blonde’s fingers press into her, the tongue on her clit never slowing.

“Oh fuck, Clarke,” Lexa pants out, shamelessly grinding herself against her Clarke’s willing mouth.

Clarke just doubles her efforts, thrusting her fingers in time with Lexa’s bucking hips, sucking on her clit until she can feel Lexa tensing up again. She curls her fingers then, listening to the way Lexa’s breath hitches and hitches until she’s moaning loud enough that Clarke kind of wishes she had thought to cast Mufflitato before they had started. Too late now.

Clarke slows down gradually, letting Lexa ride this one out before she pulls away, lowering the exhausted Ravenclaw to the floor. She holds her close, running her fingers through soft brown waves until Lexa’s breathing evens out again.

“You did so good,” Clarke murmurs, skimming her nose along Lexa’s forehead until the brunette pulls away to look at her, leaving Clarke to marvel at how right she had been. “Gods, I knew your face paint would look so fucking good all smeared.”

“That’s what you did before you started!” Lexa scoffs, flicking Clarke’s forehead. “You undid my charm so you could see my face paint all messed up?”

“I wanted to indulge in a personal fantasy, so sue me.”

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