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[soraphic]

CHARCOAL BABY h.potter

synopsis: you've been avoiding harry since the incident, but you just can't say no to him.

genres: smut with plot, friends to lovers

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, degrading

It had been two weeks of successfully keeping any awkward interactions to a minimal and you were unusually glad to be boarding the express, the timely end to an eventful term to say the least.

the eerie sense of impending doom that surrounded the castle walls recently, paired with the added longing stares and snide remarks from Harry, had you praying for christmas to come early the last 14, sleepless, nights.

But now, finally, you were starting to feel hopeful that maybe a break from everything was all you needed and that the two of you would return in the new year refreshed and free of this permeable tension between you.

Stuffing your mitten-clad-hands into the pockets of your thick jacket you continued your walk to the station, nodding carelessly along to whatever Ron was jabbering on about beside you.

He said your name and your nose shot up just enough to poke out from over the top of your knitted scarf: "You've not seen him, have you?"

you furrowed your eyebrows and Hermione huffed beside you, the fluffy bobble sewn to the top of her hat bobbing side to side and her breath smoking in the cold air.

"Ron is worried that Harry won't be here in time to board to train, which is totally ridiculous-" she snapped,turning to the redhead, "-because Harry would never be so stupid!"

"Perhaps he's trying to avoid going back to his uncle Vernon for two weeks." you shrugged.

"By what? Hiding on the school grounds?" Ron chimed in and you brushed him off, turning back to face the way you were walking onto the platform.

"Do you two really think he would be so idiotic as to stay alone on the grounds while you-know-who is out searching for him?" Hermione asked,her voice lowering into a hushed whisper on the last part.

Ron thought for a moment,before shaking his head: "I dunno, he's been doing a lot of weird stuff recently." and you nodded in agreement, gazing out at the hundreds of students boarding the train.

"We shouldn't wait for him." you suggested, nodding toward the quickly filling train,"Come on, I'm sure he'll catch up."

The two hesitated for a moment, sharing a glance, before nodding in agreement and the three of you began making your way toward the doors.

The carriages were chocker, each filled nearly to brim with only a couple able to accommodate two of you, which you suggested Ron and Hermione should take on their own while you searched for an empty carriage for yourself.

This left you scanning the carriages on your own, spotting an empty one right at the end of the corridor you hadn't been able to see before.

Sighing in relief that you wouldn't have to share one with any hyper second years or hormonal fifth years you slid open the door and wheeled your small case inside.

You figured you would put your case up first before going and finding Ron and Hermione to alert them that you'd find an empty carriage.

Bending down, you lifted it as best you could and attempted to shove it into the over head compartment above the seat, although the small case was so packed with belongings that it caused it to bulge out weirdly at the sides, which meant it could only fit about half way into the compartment. Groaning, you tried shifting it different ways to try to get it to fit but it was such an abnormal shape you just couldn't get it to fit right. Growing irritated, you started shoving quite aggressively and making a racket of the wooden trunk hitting against the metal compartment.

There was a hand on your arm and you came to a halt, head snapping to the person beside you but relaxing slightly at Harry beside you. His face was ruddy from the cold and his glasses were slightly fogged from entering the warm air of the carriage, but his hand on your arm felt familiarly warm. Not wanting to indulge in the feeling for too long, you retracted your arm and allowed him to step into where you had been standing, manoeuvring the case with ease and helping it to slot neatly into the compartment above him.

you wanted to scoff at how easy he had made it look, the taut muscle in his upper arm from quidditch training visible through his crewneck. You cursed yourself for the way your eyes helplessly flitted toward the flexing veins painting his strong hands, the strained tendons working to hold your heavy trunk so effortlessly above his head. Most of all you hated how you couldn't stop yourself from gawking, knowing how easily he could hold your entire body weight with hands like that. Knowing that those very same hands had you coming apart on his tongue two weeks beforehand.

He shot you a look over his shoulder, you arms crossed over your chest and eyes threatening to roll at how disgustingly arrogant he looked - you felt your insides boil at the fact that he looked good, and he knew he did.

There was an odd silence for a few moments, as this was the most time the two of you had spent together alone since..

You cleared your throat to try to break the tension, averting your eyes to the toes of your beat up sneakers and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Ron and Hermione were looking for you."

his reply was quick: "You weren't?"

your head shot up to face him, offended at yet another snide comment he was throwing at you over the last two weeks, like he was implying that you didn't care for him the same way you had before. "I figured you're a big boy who knows his way around." you snapped.

He smiled a little at this, reminiscing on the same words he had said to you that night, eyes darting to the side of his head to scan the corridor, before stepping fully inside the carriage and sliding the door closed,indicating he was about to say something private, though you felt he was just closing off your only escape from the conversation he knew you really didn't want to have.

"You've been ignoring me." he said calmly, staring intently at you over the rim of his glasses and watching the way your pretty face screwed up at the accusation.

"In order to ignore you, you'd have to have spoken to me." you said defensively, the arms wrapped across your chest now looking much more like a shield.

He hummed,agreeing with you, mindlessly pulling at the tattered ends of his sweater. He always fidgeted when he talked. "You didn't show up to my quidditch match." his tone was more questioning this time and his face looked softer, like he genuinely wanted to know why.

"I didn't realise you were the only person on the team." the toes of your shoes bumped his and you heard his breath hitch a little, "It's not yours, you know."

He scanned your face, fighting any urge to let his eyes drop down to the open cut of your cosy long sleeve, vowing to himself he wouldn't coerce you into anything like that again.

Though he couldn't help but swoon a little at the cocky smirk painting your lips, just knowing you had enough nerve to challenge him made him weak for you. "You're right," he nodded,taking another step closer and slotting himself between your legs,"though it does feel like your no show was just to avoid me."

"How cocky of you to assume everything I do is about you." you levelled with him, though he was just a little taller, stepping up to the challenge.

You could resist him. You weren't weak. It was just Harry.

He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and bit back a grin, "So I haven't been on your mind?"

The abrupt question made you falter, blinking dumbly at him a few times. The small carriage suddenly felt stuffy and you huffed in a few large gulps of air, trying to avoid Harry's scrutinising look.

Taking your silence as answer, he stepped impossibly closer, bringing out an exploratory hand to rest against the thin fabric covering your waist, testing the bounds.

The little gasp you let out should've been embarrassing, but the way Harry curled the fabric between his fingers and allowed his calloused thumb to jut out and rub at the exposed skin there was entirely consuming and left no room for anything else to cloud your mind.

His face was nearing yours and you felt your heart rate begin to pick up. Did everything feel this slow last time? You breathing only grew heavier, your chest nearly bumping his with each heave and you hated how receptive your body was to him.

His hand was now splayed across your side, long fingers reaching up to toy with the lacy band of your bralette. His lips were parted in shallow breaths, leaning down to bump his nose against yours, testing the waters once more.

When you didn't move away he took the opportunity to place a gentle kiss against your lips and you were sure you felt a few of your insides explode. When he pulled back to assess your expression you couldn't help the way your hands reached out to tangle themselves in his dark hair, pulling him down to kiss you once more, practically throwing yourself at him.

His once timid hands now gripped your sides with such fervour you felt they could mould you into whichever shape he desired, holding you close while his tongue lapped desperately at your open mouth. You sighed into the kiss and gave any control you had over to him completely, letting him bend you how he wanted while you eagerly accepted his hand pulling gently at the roots of your hair.

You were quick to slide his navy crew neck up his chest, exposing the freckled skin gracing his abdomen and running your manicured nails up his chest. One of the tips swiped his nipple and a low groan escaped him, though he didn't give you the satisfaction of relishing in it as he only deepened the kiss, sliding your shirt far enough to expose the black lace across your chest.

There was a shuffle outside the carriage and you gasped, turning hurriedly to investigate the sound. Harry only trailed his wet kisses down your jaw to your neck, stopping to press one just below your ear while you pushed at his shoulders. "Harry, somebody's gonna see!"

he continued to ignore you, trailing his kisses back up to your lips while you let out muffled yells against his lips. You whacked the palm of your hand particularly hard against his shoulder and he gave a hard tug on your hair, making your back arch and your jaw to drop, dumb noises leaving you while you looked at him in almost disbelief.

"Be quiet and they won't."

His demanding tone made you melt, knees weak and relying on him to keep you stable while you let out a strangled moan at his grip on your hair. He placed a long, passionate kiss against your lips to soothe you before pulling back, loosening his grip and allowing your head to bob back up.

"Turn around." he ordered and you obeyed, turning your back to him.

You breath shook while you anticipated his next action, eyes screwing shut and hands balling into tight fists at your sides. You gasped when his arms wrapped around you, nimble fingers undoing the fly of your jeans effortlessly. He trailed slowly down your body, placing a hot kiss to each new piece of exposed skin he found while your pants eventually fell to your feet.

He made his way to his knees behind you, two hands gripping at your ass while he kissed hungrily at the back of your inner thigh, nudging you with his nose and making you spread your shaky legs.

almost instantly, his tongue darted out to lick at your clothed cunt, soaking the fabric and making your body instinctively jump to escape him— but his strong hands kept you in place.

He didn't move for a few long moments, waiting out your reaction and noting the small tremble of frustration in your weak knees before giving you another experimental lick to stop you shivering, making you fight not to cry out and collapse at once.

"so perfect." he mused, splayed fingers pinching at the fat of your bottom while he continued placing tantalising, judiciously placed kitten licks to your clothed heat.

you were sure you were sinking your teeth into your lip so hard you could draw blood and let out a growl of frustration; "Harry— would you just—" but the way your cheeks burnt with embarrassment prevented you from voicing what you really meant.

"Just what?" he gazed up at you, though you refused to look any closer than the corner of your eye.

"get on with it." you huffed through gritted teeth.

He snorted beneath you and for a moment you believed he would get up and leave you to suffer alone completely, but within seconds his nimble fingers were hooking your underwear to the side while his pointed tongue dived between your folds.

you mewled, crashing into the carriage door in an attempt to keep yourself up right, reaching another hand out in search of Harry's mess of jet black hair to steady yourself behind you. He bucked his head up to meet your palm when your fingers came in contact with the messy strands sticking up at the back of his head, encouraging you to tangle your fingers in them and rest a decent amount of weight on him while he eagerly continued his work.

As if involuntarily, your back arched so far you felt the cool glass of the carriage door connect with the bare skin of your tummy exposed by your bunched shirt and you jolted, the sudden movement giving Harry access to fuck his tongue hungrily into your hole.

it took your whines becoming strained, almost desperate, before he finally came to a halt— leaving you to collapse against the carriage while he ran the back of his forearm over the sheen coating his lips, catching any dribbles down his chin.

you stayed there, chest heaving, for a moment.

"Here," he mumbled, dragging your limp body to rest your knees gently onto the pillowy cushion of the train seat. You grimaced at the various particles that flew out of the ancient material when your knees came in contact.

Completely drunk, you allowed him to manoeuvre you how he pleased; eventually finding yourself with both knees pinned to the seat and your hands above your head, grasping the edge of the overhead compartment he had previously shoved your trunk into.

You suddenly became aware of your surroundings once more when you felt him position himself behind you, bringing your hips slightly closer to him with a gentle hand against your hip, contrary to his previously rough touch the last time the two of you hooked up.

Eyes screwed shut, you braced yourself for impact, but nearly moaned out when you heard him spit behind you, snapping your head over your shoulder to watch a fat glob of saliva drop from his swollen lips to his shaft, especially the way he jerked himself a few times to spread the moisture.

It was the first time you had truly taken in the sight of him like this— he looked godly. The edge of his sweater was pulled up between his teeth, exposing the delicious ripples and dips of muscle he adorned to your hungry eyes, which followed the dark tufts of hair gracing just underneath his bellybutton down to the significantly thicker tresses below his steadily working hand. His green eyes flicked up to meet yours and you felt ashamed at the fact you'd been caught, hurriedly turning back over your shoulder and awkwardly adjusting your position for him.

You thought you heard him bite back a laugh but decided to ignore it, at least to save yourself some dignity, bumping your ass against him to try to urge him on.

Per usual, he moved at his own leisurely pace, running his tip through your folds a few times and leaning over you to mutter filthy nothings in your ear— "So desperate for me,baby." he chuckled darkly, "Want me to put you out of your misery?"

You didn't answer in an attempt to defy him, but he simply tugged your hair back, making your neck snap roughly up to the ceiling and a cat-like whine to leave your throat— "I asked you a question."

"Merlin Harry— yes!"

You could almost hear him smirk behind you and gasped in relief when he let go of your hair, letting your chin drop back to meet your chest.

He clicked his tongue— "Good girl."— before pushing into you, forcing you to stretch around all of him at once as he bottomed out, allowing you no time to adjust before pulling almost fully out of you and snapping his hips back into you once more.

He kept this up, eventually reaching up to grasp one hand onto the overhead compartment beside yours, using it as leverage to drill into you without break. His pace was relentless and you were sure you could hear him struggling to bite back his own noises, the clapping sounds of his hips against yours being just enough to cover any he let slip out.

"—missed you so much.." he babbled, gasping out when your legs lost a little strength and you fell further into the cushion, making your back arch further and causing him to feel you from a tighter angle. "'worst two weeks of my life.."

you tried to ignore him, casting it aside as 'pussy-drunk-nonsense', but Harry, the arrogant loud-mouth he was, continued chanting strings of; curses, desperate whines of your name, praises and more like a mantra.

"You're not gonna ignore me ever again,huh? Can't get enough of it?"

Despite your lack of coherent response, he praised you; "fuck— such a good girl f'me.."

His thrusts were becoming sloppy and you could feel the hot beads of sweat against your slapping skin. You thought you hadn't ever heard him so desperate as when you reached back to graze your nails along his toned abdomen, your own lips parting in an involuntary moan at the pathetic cry he let out.

Curiously, you ran an explorative nail along the skin, this time digging much deeper— enough to leave a definite mark— and your chest bloomed with pride when he choked out; "Please."

Pushing back so that your back became flush with his chest, you leant your heavy head back to rest against his shoulder, matches his thrusts with open legs and continuing to scratch red crescents into his pale skin.

In seconds, his hips were jolting behind you in short spasms, long ropes filling you to the brim while he wrapped a strong arm around your chest to pull you impossibly closer to him— his nose buried in your neck to conceal his moans.

When he finally stilled, the two of you stayed there for a while, neither of you daring to move or even speak— partially out of shock as well as embarrassment.

He refused to lift his head, and you almost would have worried he wasn't alive if it weren't for his hot panting against your neck.

"Harry.." you began,sympathetically, but he simply grunted into your shoulder, his soft dick still twitching inside of you. Though feeling sorry for him, you were aware of the horrific situation he had just put the two of you in and couldn't bear to face it alone, typically relying on him to be a voice of comfort in times of uncertainty— although this definitely exceeded anything Harry knew about 'you-know-who.'

You huffed this time, taking matters into your own hands and shifting so that he involuntarily slipped out of you— biting back a hiss at the sharp pain that shot through you. Once you were facing him, you felt a little sorry for the sore looking marks trailing his side, though he had clearly enjoyed it— perhaps a little too much.

"Harry." you snapped irritatedly, though you both knew you the severity was only to hide your terror, arms defensively crossing over your chest like they had been when he entered the carriage. His head slowly bobbed up to face you, though he still had a petulant looking frown on his face.

"'m sorry."

this has literally been sitting in my drafts for months now and i completely forgot about it

[soraphic]

mean!remus lupin would take any excuse to fuck the attitude right out of you.

he would relish in the fact that the slytherin princess; descended from an extensive heritage of respect and noriety, one of the highest achieving students in his year — known specifically for giving Sirius Black a run for his money — and a temper so severe students cowered at the prospect of you turning a corner; was his obedient little slut behind closed doors.

he would love the way your sleek, dark hair cascaded over your shoulders like a shadowy cloak, the angular point of your features just visible under the dark shield of anonymity you kept — the same gorgeous hair he had wrapped tightly around his fist while you gagged eagerly on his cock in the odd broom closet or tucked away behind a bookcase when you just couldn't wait.

though his friends could never understand his amusement toward you; seeing that, in their eyes, you were the wickedest bitch they'd ever met; he would find a certain air of fun in the way you'd berate him in public, finding it all the more enticing when he'd drag your arse right back into line later.

"It's coulis. They don't have that where you're from?" you'd snap, your mossy eyes staring at him with certain animosity while your lips were pulled into a deep grimace of disgust.

while James & Sirius both scowled at you defensively, Remus would simply flick his spoon into the blood red mixture, aiming directly for the emerald green of your tie and showering the fabric in hot pink splotches; "'guess not."

you'd scoff at the action, petulantly trying to wipe the steady forming stain with the back of your hand— "It's like jam. It goes with cakes."

It had been the most conversation you'd ever allowed Remus to get out of you in a public setting, despite your visible display of faux detest for him, he excited himself at the prospect; and the way he would use it to taunt you after hours.

he adored the way you'd slip into his dorm room late into the night following the interaction, bodies working like clockwork as his slender fingers wrapped tightly around the back of your throat, forcing your head deeper into the pillow and delighting in the way your little ass perked up at him.

his silky voice would whisper cruel rhetorics into your ear, his sick words dripping with lust— "Not so gobby now are you,baby?"

he'd pull you roughly by the hair connecting to the base of your scalp, making you cry out as your back hit his chest; and he'd laugh meanly at the pathetic little noise you made— "Who's daddy's good girl,hm?" he'd punctuate with a particularly hard thrust, getting a good look at the way your face contorted with a mix of delicious pain and pleasure; the thrill of enjoying something you knew was forbidden.

and if at any point you'd refrain from answering, his short tempered self would be quick to fuck an answer out of you; "Answer me, doll. You like when daddy fucks you like this?"— and he'd only let up with a satisfied groan at the way you'd painfully wail a 'yes,remus!'; addressing him properly so that everyone within a mile radius of his dorm room knew exactly who you belonged to.

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GIBSON GIRL p. parker

synopsis: peter's been MIA for a few days, but when you go to his apartment to check on him you're met with a much different peter than you expected..

genres: smut, established relationship, symbiote!peter

warnings: smut, rough sex, unprotected sex, choking

a/n: this has been collecting dust in my drafts for tewww long so i thought i'd put it out while i try to finish a part2 to the harry fic for u guys!!

you wanna love me right now

you wanna get alone with me

you wanna get my clothes off

and hurt me

when you stepped into the cool air of your boyfriend's apartment, something felt off. There was a doomed feeling clawing at your chest, like your nervous system was on fire, pleading with you to go back the way you came.

He hadn't been answering your texts, and when you called it went straight to voicemail, the familiar chirpy voice down the line had been taunting you for days; 'Hey, this is Peter, leave a message'

You took a few cautious steps further into his home, dropping your bag by your feet and flinching at the noise it made. The apartment was eerily silent, the little clacks of your combat boots evident against the parquet flooring. Nearing the bedroom, you took a shaky breath and slowly pushed open the door, only to find twisted sheets and an empty mattress.

You sighed, dropping your shoulders and cursing yourself for how dramatic you were being. The apartment was empty; Peter was probably out on patrol, busting his ass to break whatever case Yuri had set for him that had been stealing him away from you.

Though just as you began removing your jacket, you felt the hairs on the back of your neck prick up and your entire body go stiff.

Someone was here; and it didn't feel like Peter.

Terrified to turn around and face, what you assumed to be, your attacker, you stayed completely stationary, praying if you just stayed still enough they would fail to see you and perhaps leave you alone.

You racked your brain for any kind of enemy Spider-man had made over the last few months, though not many would be nimble enough to break into a 6th story apartment in Queens.

You felt the looming presence creep up behind you and prepared yourself to make a beeline straight to the open window, figuring you could make your way down the fire escape in time. Though just as you were ready to run, a familiar, groggy voice called out behind you and you whipped your head around to face him; "Peter?"

Within moments he was crashing into you, big arms wrapped tightly around your middle and nose buried in your neck. You stumbled slightly, bringing a hand up to tangle itself in his hair while your other went limp at your side, trapped in his embrace.

he mumbled something incoherent into your jawline and pressed a particularly sloppy kiss to the exposed area,making you gasp at how desperate he sounded.

Your neck craned to accommodate him lapping hungrily at your skin; "Are you.. okay?" you asked, disjointed from the stages of panic your body had been plunged into, unsure if you should feel safe yet.

He nodded eagerly, suckling a dark spot into your jugular and groaning at the soft feeling of your flesh between his teeth; "'Just wanna fuck you, baby.."

You instinctively tried to take a step back but he only pulled you closer, nearly knocking the air from you with the bruising hold he had around your ribs; "Ouch, Pete, be gentle!"

He ignored your cry, moving to nibble viciously at your collarbone and you were sure you felt a hot string of saliva connect with the cool skin there and shuddered.

"Peter, can we talk first? You haven't been answering any of my calls—"

You let out a choked noise as his hand came in contact with your neck, fingers squeezing tightly around your throat as he pushed your head back just enough to make sure he could see you clearly.

He had never done this before.

Despite the terrifying grip he had on your throat, he shushed you calmly, though the pale, sunken look on his face was unsettling.

Now you could really get a good look at him, you realised how disheveled he looked; his usually kept and put together appearance nowhere to be found. His hair was scruffy and stuck out at different angles, a few pieces falling just over his eyes and obscuring the dark, hollow, look in them. There was a thin layer of sweat covering him, pooling at the deep grooves between his furrowed brows and the puffy outline of his tired under eyes — he looked conflicted, or maybe like he was fighting something off.

Your hand had flown up to curl around his wrist, though he took notice of the way you hadn't tried to fight him, you simply took it. The newly acquired voice in his head wondered how much they could make you take.

"Get on the bed."

You could just about gasp out a 'what?' but his grip tightened, restricting your airways almost completely and making you yelp.

"Do as your told."

Your knees buckled and you collapsed onto the mattress, falling flat on your front and gasping for air while you tried to keep yourself up right.

You heard him shuffling behind you and nearly yelled out when you felt the slick feeling of his tip brushing against your back while he pushed your sweatpants over your ass.

Peter never skipped foreplay.

"Wait—"

He stopped your wailing by pressing the flat of his palm right against your heat, assessing the wetness soaking your underwear; he leaned down to your ear as he spoke, breath tickling the tip of your ear; "Seems like you're wet enough to me."

His words were so vulgar that you couldn't even force a reply, leaning to rest your head against his bicep while he leaned over you, chest pressed to your back.

Peter was fighting a futile battle, reeling at how submissive you were being for him, yet trying oh so hard to just 'leave her alone' — he was pleading, desperate for the parasite inhabiting him to — 'don't touch her' — but this darkness he felt was crawling through every fold of his brain and Peter had spent the last few days cooped up in his apartment, starving it.

When your meek, little voice cried out his name his stomach lurched — 'Not her.' — but he couldn't help the way he was pushing into you, lewd images of every position he wished he could have you in all at once clouding him — 'there's so much time' — your back arched so obediently for him and he groaned at the delicious feeling of you clenching around him.

His hand found your hair, wrapping the silky strands around his fist and using it as leverage to barrel into you. You turned to peak at him over your shoulder, gloss smeared lips and glassy eyes gawking right at him, so perfect for him— he could eat you whole.

'she's practically begging for it' — his eyes screwed shut and his grip on your hair tightened — 'do it.. ' — Peter's head dropped backward and a desperate moan tumbled from his lips — 'take her now..'— he curled forward, wrapping himself around your back and bringing a shaky finger out to flick at your clit, sending shocks through you and making you cry out — 'DO IT..' — his mouth found your skin once more, suckling a harsh mark into the dip where your neck met your shoulder — 'DO IT NOW' — a sharp pain shot through your neck as Peter's teeth came down hard around your shoulder, digging so deep into the flesh it was sure to draw blood and you felt your stomach churn at the way he moaned into the wound.

He came in long ropes inside of you, the full sensation having you following almost instantaneously, the parasite screaming at him to; 'FINISH THE JOB' — but he held back, instead leaning back to press a soft kiss to your bloodied shoulder.

You could barely move, though you just about managed to bend enough for Peter to place you gently under the covers, sliding in behind you and peppering kiss after kiss to your hairline, rubbing soothing circles into the blooming bruises across your neck.

Peter prayed you fell asleep soon enough to not hear him cry.

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I don't mean any disrespect when I ask this, but I was wondering why it appeared you removed your stories of Connie? If it is something you don't wish to disclose then that is understandable, but I was just curious because of how much I enjoyed them, thank you ♡♡♡

hi love, it's completely okay and not disrespectful at all to ask this!!

i removed a lot of them because i just wasn't happy with them as i feel like my writing has improved a lot since then, though i do still plan to put out some connie stuff in future (there is A LOT of unfinished connie mess sitting in my drafts rn..)

i didn't realise so many people actually enjoyed those fics in all honesty as reading back i found them pretty bad😭😭 but if u guys actually fw them i will definitely get my ass back into working on more plug!connie from now on, I MISSED MY BABY!!!

[soraphic]

CHEWING GUM h. potter

synopsis: you and the golden trio believe nothing could come between your close bond, but when you and harry spend a drunken night cosied up in his dorm room you worry things won't be the same ever again.

genres: friends to lovers, one night stand

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, alcohol, drug usage

inspired by chewing gum - blood orange

You pursed your lips and surveyed the vast expanse of half empty bottles scattered across the oak table, settling on an untouched bottle of daisyroot draught toward the back. Pulling it toward you by the neck, while nearly knocking over about a dozen other bottles, you poured a generous amount into the yellow solo cup you had been gifted by a 6th year student trying to chat you up on the way in. You brought the plastic to your lips and relished in the burn you felt through your throat.

Hufflepuff had miraculously managed to win a quidditch game for the first time in months, beating Gryffindor 50-60 in the last minute. The win had everyone feeling cheerful and resulted in the hufflepuff players deciding to invite many of the Gryffindor players to the celebration in good sport, which of course meant you and Hermione tagged along as plus ones to the two losing idiots you had since lost in the packed common room and stream of yellow and orange lighting.

Upon closer inspection you realised you could see a mess of orange hair through the crowd and made your way toward it. Holding the neck of the bottle tightly, you pushed and shoved through many sweaty,grinding bodies until you reached a small pocket of air where two of your close friends sat between a few ravenclaw students, passing a half burnt roll of green looking paper.

"(y/l/n)!" Ron dragged out, grinning up at you with low eyes and patting the empty space on the small sofa next to him. "Where've you bloody been?"

Raising an eyebrow you begrudgingly sat down,"getting a drink." you replied,"I see your celebrating your loss."

He frowned at your comment,red eyes closing impossibly further and you wondered if he could even see you. "Hey, it was close! Those huffle-twats wouldn't have stood a chance if Harry didn't get taken out by that bloody bludger!" he grumbled, crossing his arms and nodding toward the boy across from you.

You laughed and turned toward Harry, noticing his similar state while he sat there laughing to himself at almost nothing. The kind of silent, hyena looking laugh when there's no more air left in your sore lungs to make any sound. Turning back toward Ron, you really laughed this time,"Is he high?"

Almost like he hadnt noticed previously, Ron squinted at the ravenhead and then similarly burst into howling laughter,throwing his head back against the edge of the sofa and clutching his stomach. Harry only began laughing harder because of this, leaning forward with his elbows to his knees and nearly shaking his glasses right off his nose.

Your head was flitting between the two, extremely amused, until a familiar scoff was let out from beside the three of you. "Honestly, the two of you are going to get us expelled!" hearing the voice,Harry's head shot up,widely opening his eyes in an attempt to look like he had any clue what was going on, while Ron sat still looking rather guilty. You smiled, tucking a wild strand of curly hair behind the girls ear,"Relax,'mione. It's only a bit of weed."

Swatting your hand, she grumbled and crossed her arms over her chest. "The usage of drugs or alcohol within the castle is strictly prohibited."

Harry began to snicker and Ron followed, the two of them bursting into synchronised laughter once again.

"What's so funny?" she snapped and you sighed.

"They're not going to take you seriously right now. You can berate them all you like tomorrow,but now-" you grinned,lifting up your bottle, "-you should try to relax a little."

Her lips were pulled into a thin line,eyeing up the bottle you were shaking in front of her with a glint in her eye. she chewed at her bottom lip for a moment before huffing,"Sod it,fine!" snatching the bottle from you and taking a swig, gagging at the horrific taste it left in her mouth.

Hours later the two of you were swaying slightly, the empty bottle discarded where the two of you had left the two boys, practically sleeping, as a result of the herb they had consumed. You and Hermione now found yourselves at the centre of the dance floor, surrounded by blurred faces and moving bodies. Hermione was doing her best attempt at dancing but was really just jumping around on the spot,though you praised her effort despite her complete lack of rhythm. Shouting over the loud music, she leaned in to you,"This is the best time I've had in ages! I wish Harry and Ron could see this!"

You laughed,taking her by the hand and spinning her,moving your own body in time with whatever cheesy teenage song was playing from the cassette beside the two of you. "You should go find them!" you shouted back, "Ron wouldn't believe this if I told him!"

She nodded,"You're right! Come with me!" but you shook your head.

"I'm gonna stay here for a minute,this is a good song!" you replied, making a show of rolling your body in tune with the new one beginning to play. She nodded, giving your hand a tight squeeze before letting go, shouting that she'd be back soon before disappearing between everyone and leaving you to soak in the remnants of alcohol in your system alone.

Feeling the warmth, you continued to sway to the music, a small smile on your lips at the euphoric feeling. Unexpectedly, you were met with the face of a familiar brunette in front of you, beaming at the sight of you so carelessly enjoying yourself.

"Harry?" you furrowed your eyebrows, a rather large grin taking over half your face, "I thought you were still knocked out!" you laughed, grabbing him tightly by the shoulder and forcing him to move with you.

He moved in toward your ear so that you could hear him over the noisy common room, the tips of his shaggy hair tickling your cheek, "I slept most of it off."

Taking advantage of the close proximity you wrapped your arms loosely around his neck, a common custom for the two of you when in places like these, except this time when he placed his hands on your waist, nimble fingers massaging small circles into the exposed flesh, everything felt different. Brushing it off, you shouted back; "I'm not surprised, you were totally gone!" laughing melodically with him.

You wondered if it was just a result of the high you were feeling, but judging by the way you had been catching his eye across tables and rooms lately you knew it was something much more intricate than that. Upon hearing his breath hitch at the way your fingers moved to wrap themselves in the tufts of hair at the nape of his neck,you knew he felt it too and decided to toy with him a little. Leaning in close and letting your lips graze his ear, you pulled his chest to bump yours; "I'm not drunk enough, do you wanna help me find another drink?" and you felt him nod against your cheek.

Grinning from ear to ear you took him by the hand, leading him back to the large table of drinks and positioning him behind you, surprised by the way his hands naturally found your waist and gave a small squeeze while you pretended to be completely interested in the table in front of you. You jumped a little when his breath met your ear, using his chest against your back to nudge you slightly in the direction of a half empty bottle of red current rum; "That one."

You hummed, bending over the table and nearly bumping into him while you reached for the bottle, though you found your arm wasn't quite long enough to reach it. You stretched, fingers just barely touching the cap of the bottle; "Harry!" you whined, and he laughed at how child like you sounded, leaning over you to grab the bottle by the neck himself and pour a decent amount into a cup for you.

You took a sip, humming and fumbling for another cup when you noticed the fact he didn't pour himself one, but he stopped you with a hand to your wrist; "I'm alright, I still feel pretty high." and you nodded, finishing off the rest of your cup and pouring yourself another.

Harry was watching you intently, his head dipping slightly to get a good look at the side of your face and you would've felt scrutinised if you didn't know him and his observant self so well. He was assessing you, but you didn't know what for, although too buzzed to care.

You finished drink after drink and eventually time blurred, but you knew you had gotten yourself into some serious shit when you found yourself kneeling in just your underwear on the floor of a dormitory you knew oh so well.

Harry was splayed out above you, one arm resting carelessly against the bed,propping himself up on his forearm, while the other was lost in your hair. He was rubbing soothing circles into the back of your head with his palm, guiding you slowly from the very tip of him all the way to his balls and back up again once more in fluid motions. There was a thin layer of sweat covering him, reflecting off the moonlight shining in from the open window, casting a blueish hue over him and reflecting from his glasses. He looked radiant, almost godly. Lips forming a small 'o' and his breath leaving him in gentle sighs while he watched your work intently, letting his heavy head bob to the side as a result of his intoxication.

You slid your way back up to the tip, unlatching your lips momentarily to swirl your tongue over the growing beads of precum before dropping back down again.

He licked his lips, guiding you right until your nose was touching the short tufts of hair at the base and you let out a faint gag: "Good girl. All of it." he spoke softly, despite his slow and antagonising actions. His words left your brain reeling, almost sober enough to wonder about his experience, but the delicious feeling of his warm cock filling your mouth had you focusing on better things.

Desperate to speed along the process (and see more of this secret talent he had been previously hiding from you) you released him from your mouth with a pop and began to climb up his body, but he stopped you with a pull of your hair, placing your mouth back on him. "I'll give you what you want,doll. Just keep being good f' me hm?" his voice was dark in a way you had never heard him speak before, despite his tone being so soft he was utterly dominating and you felt obliged to please him

Arching your back for him, you continued with your work, bobbing your head on him desperately to help him finish. He ran his hand along your head, effortlessly gathering your hair and grasping it at the base. He let you continue until satisfied, watching your back arch further at his praises, pitying the way you must have been dying for his touch, then pulled himself from your mouth.

Lifting your chin, he ran a thumb across your bottom lip, collecting the saliva and pushing it carefully back into your mouth. He was being so careful, which you recognised as the Harry you had known all this time, despite the change in circumstance. His change in demeanour though was making your head spin, watching the furrow between his eyebrows while he gazed at you with an adoring look in his eye.

"You like when I tell you what to do?" he asked and you nodded eagerly. He chewed his lip for a moment, deep in thought, before wrapping an arm around your torso and pulling you level to him for a kiss. Moaning at the sudden action, you squealed into his mouth, allowing him to slip his tongue past your lips and silence you.

During the heat of the kiss you hadn't noticed yourself being dragged backwards until your head hit the mattress behind you and Harry's broad chest came into contact with your perked nipples. "Stay still." he muttered between kisses, kissing down your neck to your navel and across to your right breast, taking your nipple into his mouth and suckling for a few moments before you were practically pushing his head down the rest of your body. finding himself between your legs, he carefully peeled away the only item of clothing you were still wearing and hummed at the sight of your wetness clinging to the fabric. you groaned his name and he kissed your inner thigh,"Patient."

The moment his mouth touched you your back left the mattress, crying out while he licked at you eagerly. With two hands secured around your thighs he held your ass down against the mattress, diving further into you and using his tongue to fuck into your hole while you squirmed. He licked a long stripe from there to your clit, mouthing the bundle of nerves and sighing into you: "You have no idea how long i've wanted to do this." in his pussy drunken, dazed state, though you caught it.

Your cries reached a new pitch and he knew you were close, waiting just until your legs began to tremble to stop completely and sit up on his knees, using the back of his forearm to wipe his mouth. You propped yourself up on your elbows, shooting him a nasty glare while he situated himself between your legs. He took hold of your face, squeezing it firmly between his thumb and fingers and smirking at the way your irritated look melted into one of submission as you gazed up at him. "I told you,patience,doll." he let go, spreading your legs impossibly further while he slid himself through your folds a couple times, "'not being a very good girl now, are you?"

You whined at the lack of praise you so desperately wanted, grabbing his wrist and causing him to look at you, his big blue eyes questioning. "please,i'll be good!"

"Please what?" he cocked his head at you, teasing.

"Please fuck me, Harry." the way it rolled off your tongue so effortlessly should've been a sign to the both of you this was not a strictly friendly transaction, but Harry still had to stop himself from letting his eyes roll into the back of his head at the sound of you whining his name.

He took a hold of one of your legs, bringing it up to rest against his hip and pushed into you. you cried out, throwing your head back against the mattress and nearly sobbing at the burning feeling of him stretching you out in a way you never had been before. Noticing your discomfort, but unable to stop himself completely, he retracted slightly ,which you were sure caused a tear to drop from your eye, and slowly pushed himself inch by inch until you were taking all of him. "Jesus christ,Harry." you winced and he smiled down at you, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as he began to roll his hips into you at a steady pace.

Within minutes he was speeding up in time with the vulgar noises spilling from your lips, pistoning in and out of you while his own grunts and moans escaped. Your hand was splayed out across his abdomen, carefully filed nails digging into the pale skin there and causing little red crescents to appear. "'s too much!" you cried, screwing your eyes shut and nearly burying your whole face into the pillow beside you.

Harry shushed you, leaning down and bumping your chest with his in a way of comforting you. He buried his head into your shoulder and you could feel the cool metal of his glasses digging into your skin while he used his free hand to grip your ass, pushing your leg up higher and hitting you from an entirely different angle.

His pace turned more violent, his hips bruisingly snapping against yours over & over & over again and you could tell by the burn in your muscles you would be in pain the next morning. "I can't!" you squealed,shuffling backward up the bed to try to escape him, despite not actually wanting it to end. He stopped you with a large hand across your middle, thumb jutting out to rub soothing circles into your clit. "you're a big girl, you can take it." he cooed and you shook your head desperately, makeup running down your fat cheeks and staining the white sheets below you.

You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, ready to snap any minute and let out a gut wrenching cry, unable to open your eyes and watch the way his thumb was circling you, applying more pressure and he felt his climax building along with yours. "Harry,I don't-- 'm gonna cum!" you muttered on loop, utterly drunk on his cock with no sense to what was leaving your mouth in pleasured whines.

He only fucked into you deeper, kissing you passionately to silence your glass shattering moans he knew were about to ensue as he felt you clenching around him. in a few moments you were seeing stars, back arching off the bed and a muffled moan (scream) being let out into Harry's mouth.

He let out what could only be described as a whimper and you felt relief at the fact he was about to finish, sensitive walls quivering in the aftermath of your orgasm, waves still pulsing you through you while Harry was still merciless in his thrusts.

He pulled out rather suddenly and you felt a sting begin to settle between your legs, watching with bated breath as he jerked himself, strings of curses leaving him as his body twitched and spasmed; "Fuck,fuck,fuck,fuck~!" Finally, he was coming in long ropes over your stomach, painting your skin in his essence and forcing you to wear him.

You sighed and dropped your head back against the mattress, letting harry ride out his own orgasm as he continued to slowly pump himself, small spurts still leaving him with each pleasured grunt.

You allowed your eyes to drift shut and within moments your entire world went black, leaving only the sounds of Harry's heart beating out of his chest.

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You awoke the next morning to the persistent hoots of a rather obnoxious owl perched at your window and a nasty hangover.

You screwed your eyes shut, trying to ignore the creature, but it only seemed to grow louder. The sunlight pouring in from the open window was painting your face in a hue of sunny yellows and oranges and you were struggling to keep your eyes shut against the light. Giving in, you snapped them open and let out a sigh; the all white bird was sort of hopping about on one foot against the windowsill. You watched intently as it made a show of turning to its side, displaying its wings which were decorated in small, freckle-like brown spots. You recognised him and immediately and huffed; "Hedwig,shoo! get out of here!" waving your hand at him, but he didn't budge. he simply 'twit-twoo'ed at you rather aggressively and claimed his spot on the window, burying his legs in his feathers and sitting rather comfortably.

You rolled onto your back and ran a hand down your face. The stupid bird found delight in terrorising you and if it werent for Harry you would have strangled him one of these days. Upon the thought of Harry, you were surprised at his familiar scent filling the room; freshly picked lillies and notes of something much sweeter, like treacle.

You quizzically open an eye, scanning the room you were in. Dread began to set in when you noticed, this wasn't your room. There was no Hermione filling the empty bed opposite you, no countless books and parchment and quills scattered atop the mattress and certainly no crookshanks pawing at the tassels on the edge of the blanket.

Instead, there was a red and yellow striped, rather tattered,old blanket screwed up at the end of the unmade bed; guarded by a large..mouse?; but your eyes finally settled on the square,knitted pillow leant against the pillows. It was red, accompanied by yellow trimmings along the edges and a big,ochre 'R' sewn into the middle.

Your stomach lurched at the thought of Ron being in the room, but turned your head slowly to discover Harry sleeping peacefully beside you, eyebrows furrowed and lips parted, chest rising and falling with short breaths leaving him. Your eyes must have nearly burst out of your head, taking note of his shirtless apparel and diving under the covers upon the realisation you were also in missing of your clothes.

Your mind was running at a million miles per hour, thoughts mostly self loathing but also a few slightly relived at; the fact it wasn't Ron, and delighting in the fact perhaps maybe you had wanted to do this for a while now.

You shook yourself out of your thoughts and practically threw yourself to the edge of the bed, scanning the floor for any item of clothing you could shove on and make your leave.

Harry stirred beside you and smacked his lips a few times,eyes fluttering open while you looked nervously at him over your shoulder. He allowed his eyes to focus slightly, despite his impaired vision, and just managed to make out a female figure perched on the edge of his bed. Mortified at the fact he had zero recollection of bringing a random hufflepuff back to his dormitory, he shot out of bed and grabbed for his glasses laid on the nightstand, shoving them on his face and blinking a good few times before his jaw seemed to drop even further.

You let out and irritated sigh, going back to searching and spotting your black, pin striped blouse along the floor, shoving your arms through it and starting work on the buttons.

"Did we..?" Harry trailed off, nervously drumming his fingers against his leg.

"Appears so." you snapped, giving up on the last 3 buttons and leaving the blouse to hang slightly open while you searched for the skirt you remembered wearing.

"Should we.." he paused and wet his lips,"y'know..talk~"

You sharply cut him off;"no." to which he awkwardly nodded to himself, despite the fact you couldn't actually see him, and looked down at his lap, muttering 'right,right' in agreement.

You were shoving your skirt up your thighs and Harry nearly leaned over to get a better look at the exposed skin. He could briefly remember the feeling of having the plush skin clenching around his head, but the memories were still foggy as they came back to him. He reckoned you were similarly beginning to remember the night as you were fumbling with the zip, gazing off out the window and chewing at your lip.

Growing irritated at being unable to dress yourself, you began pulling violently at the tiny zipper and muttering curses. Worried you were going to break the miniature thing, Harry shuffled a little closer to you and you snapped your head to face him with a cautious look on your face. He held up his hands, as if to show you he only wanted to help, and made quick work of pulling the zipper carefully over you hip, smoothing out the creased fabric after. "Thank you." you muttered, but he caught it, offering you a small smile in return.

Deciding to abandon your tights, you lifted yourself from the bed and collected your boots under your arm, smoothing your hair and shoving any knotted strands behind your ear; leaving Harry stark naked on the bed.

Planning to make your leave, you managed to get around 3 steps from the bed before Harry had a hand on the small of your back; "Hang on, what are we going to tell Ron and Hermione?"

You thought it over, knowing how upset they would inevitably be if they found out what the two of you had done, but also equally upset if you kept it from them. Deciding it was for the better, you turned back to him and shook your head; "we don't."

He thought it over himself for a moment and inevitably came to the decision you were right. it wouldn't be wise to tell them and have them be angry over nothing, especially knowing how petty Ron could get. It would blow the entire thing way out of proportion to involve your two closest friends, as you two were the same. Just friends, who happened to end up in a very odd situation at a very odd time.

You gave him a curt nod, marching toward the door and swinging it open, gasping at the boy in front of you. Ron was standing at the door, ruddy cheeks and disheveled hair, absolutely hanging. You were speechless,feeling as though you'd been caught, until Ron simply groaned a 'Morning' at you and tried to shove past you into the room. You were relieved he was so hungover he was taking no notice of you, sneaking your way out of the door and shutting it behind you, tip toeing off through the corridors in search of your own dormitory.

That left Harry, nervously awaiting some sort of questioning from Ron, covers pulled right up over his lap and a worrisome look on his face. Ron, however, was collapsed, face down on his bed, letting out heavily dramatised noises into the pillow.

Harry held his breath and watched as Ron's head seemed to suddenly shoot up, turning to narrow his eyes at Harry, who felt like he was about to crap his pants. There were a few moments of pained silence before Ron spoke; "How come (y/n) was here?"

Answering almost too quickly, Harry lied through his teeth; "She was sick last night. I brought her back here and put her to bed."

Ron lifted his chin and gave a small 'oh', sealing that he believed the lie and Harry relaxed against the pillows in relief. Though, thinking for a moment, he pursed his lips. "Hang on, where were you?" he pointed at the redhead, who suddenly went rather red in the face, pointing at his own chest.

"What,me?" he stuttered and Harry knew there was so much more to this, smirking slightly at the realisation Ron had been in a similar position last night; "I,uh, stayed in 'mione's dorm." upon the shocked look on Harry's face, he added; "she was sick, too. Guess they both drank a bit too much daisyroot draught." with an awkward laugh and a wave of his hand, waving Harry off.

Nodding slowly,totally unconvinced, Harry smiled; "Yeah, at least they both had a great night, though." and Ron nearly boiled from the inside out at the implication.

not proof read because.. when does clem ever proof read anything? not 100% happy with this either, just wanted to put something out as i've been back in the swing of writing again recently and desperately trying to finish off some peter fics!!

[soraphic]

this is rlly self indulgent lol

Peter was a fixer,a perfectionist in some ways. he had to have solved one problem before moving onto the next,working methodically and productively through most obstacles. he was often restless after meeting you,just your being presented so many new problems he had no idea of how to fix. one being,you were a huge distraction.

"Peter!" you whined,rolling over to lay flat on your back against the bottom bunk of his rickety bed,the plaid covers jostling under your weight.

he looked up momentarily over the rim of his glasses,pencil poised as he was in the middle of writing out a particularly tricky formula for you to go off of. he was sprawled out similarly to you,horizontal to the wall with his legs dangling off the edge,propped up under his left arm,his other scribbling down numbers and letters that were bordering on painful to look at.

he flicked a curl from his eye,long over due a monthly-may-hair-cut. "yeah,baby?"

your heart tugged at his lack of frustration,albeit seeing it all upside down. he had been trying to explain this to you for hours,going over the same material until you felt like you wanted to scream. you could only imagine how he felt. yet,he never got angry or upset with you,instead wording it in an alternate way to try and help you grasp the concept. you felt like a burden.

you chewed on your lip before answering,"i'm not sure i can take any more math for today."

he snorted,dropping his pencil and letting it roll across the page,coming to a stop against your shoulder. "you wanna do something else?"

you were up in seconds,flipping yourself over and up onto your thighs,nodding - "god,yes! anything,please!"

Peter was laughing the whole time,the kind of high-pitched,boyish giggle he only ever let fly around you.

"what did you have in mind?"

he had since retrieved his pencil,swirling it between his finger tips. he gave you a once over,eyes darting to the door of his small room before licking his lips and focusing in on you once more.

"well,we are home alone.." he left it open-ended,leaving you room to shut him down.

your eyes flicked to the tightly shut door trying to envision the empty apartment outside before returning to him. "it would be a shame not to take advantage of it.."

you were slowly crawling toward him,closing the gap between the two of you until your palms were pressed to his broad chest.

"plus,we never get to spend time alone like this.." he agreed,slowly sliding the various textbooks and papers that were being crumpled under your knee to the floor.

you nodded,sliding your legs under yourself until your knees touched his waist,bringing yourself that much closer. "especially not without your cheesy star wars jokes killing the mood."

he frowned,pulling back. "wait,they don't turn you on?

you groaned,grasping him tightly by the collar of his flannel and pulling him toward you,connecting your lips to his. he was quick to give in,moving his mouth against yours as he fought to sit up higher,extending his elbow in an attempt to level with you.

you were fumbling with the buttons of his shirt,revealing the pure white tee underneath before Peter was wrestling you onto his lap,pinning you to him with an arm wrapped tightly around your middle.

"god,you're good at that." you breathed,finally pushing his blue flannel down his arms.

"-just wait until you see what i can do with my lightsaber." he used the irritated noise you let out as an opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips,silencing you and having you soon forgetting his god awful one liner.

you were rocking against him,clawing at the tufts of curls at the nape of his neck as he groaned into your open mouth.

he made quick work of stripping you,beating you by miles and a cocky smirk pulling at his lips when you guffawed at his speed and your discarded clothing draped along his nightstand.

you ground your hips down further,circling him before sliding back up to meet his waistband. the smirk quickly dropped from his face,his eyes screwing shut and lips forming a small 'o' as he fought not to throw his head back. "sucks to lose,Parker."

he shot you a lazy grin,lips parted and small pants leaving him at the way you swivelled your hips against him.

his shirt was the next thing to go,routinely followed by his pants leaving the both of you in your underwear and Peter fumbling for a condom in his bedside drawer.

you rolled your hips again impatiently,bracing a hand against his tummy when he bucked upwards and left you breathless.

the moment you saw the light bounce off the blue packet you were smothering him once more,holding his face to yours so tightly if it wasn't Peter you'd be scared of breaking him.

you shuffled backwards,pulling him from his boxers and running the tips of your fingers loosely around him a few times. "you don't want me to eat you out or something first?" he leaned back to look at you,weight balanced on one palm behind him while his other kneaded the fat of your hip.

you quickly shook your head,insisting you were ready and that 'Peter kisses were enough foreplay as is.' he obliged with little to no convincing,just as desperate to be inside you as you were.

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"fuckfuckfuck-!" you were practically wailing on top of him,one hand grasping at the metal bars of his top bunk to steady yourself while you rocked against him,pulling up and dropping down continuously with the bar as leverage.

he had kept his previous position of leaning back on his palm,his other hand rubbing at your ribs while he sucked and kissed at your perked nipple.

he suddenly jerked to a halt,one hand slapping over your mouth to muffle your noises with wide eyes.

you kept your chin tipped to the ceiling,eyes screwed tightly shut and letting your gasps and moans hit his fingers. you had assumed he was trying to assert some kind of kinky dominance by muffling your loud sounds,too far gone to realise how un-peter that was.

he was shushing you,rather aggressively,which pissed you off. you turned your head down,just about ready to turn it into a blow out before you heard a woman call from the hallway - "Peter!"

your eyes practically bulged out of your skull,as did Peter's,the two of you scrambling to get up.

you winced at how quickly you pulled off of him,a dull throb hitting between your thighs as you dived under the covers,blindly searching for any item of clothing you could shove back on.

Peter was hopping into one leg of his boxers,his voice squeaky as he yelled "uhh,coming!"

you heard the ruffle of grocery bags before May sighed,the familiar weight of her footsteps against the old floorboards getting closer until they were right outside the door.

Peter was pulling the door ajar before May even had a chance to put her hand around the knob,shoving his face into the small gap and using his broad figure to shield yours. "you need help putting the groceries away?"

she paused for a moment,eyeing him almost suspiciously and taking note of his disheveled hair. "peter,you're sweating. is everything okay?"

his cheeks burned and he coughed on his words,"yeah,(y/n)'s just sick so i was keeping the room super hot for her."

you gave a pathetic cough behind him to really seal the deal.

"oh sweetheart,are you okay?" May made an attempt to push past him but he was quick to shove her further into the hallway.

"no! you- you can't see her!"

her eyebrows furrowed.

"she's gross! like super,super gross! it's uhh.. period problems. she wouldn't want anyone other than me to see."

May scrunched her face before heartily laughing at her nephews awkwardness,though she relented. if you didn't want to see her,she wouldn't force it upon you.

you heard their floating conversation as Peter descended into the kitchen with her, 'Peter,you know even your aunt gets her period right?'

'eww gross!'

[soraphic]

HAPPY NEW YEARSSS🎊🎊

thank u bae i totally missed this🥺🥺

[soraphic]

you're gripping peter so hard you feel woozy,the contracting muscles of his biceps rippling under your palms as you wailed -- "oh,god! pete!"

one of your legs was secured against his pistoning hip,his spidey-strength had him holding your entire body weight with one arm,tilting you slightly upwards in a way that had him fucking you so deeply you felt him in your stomach.

his other was at your waist,his flat palm nearly the size of your torso,using it to pull and twist you at an angle that satisfied you both. you often caught yourself wondering whether his sheer size,in more ways than one, was an effect of the bite or if he was just blessed by birth.

"such a pretty girl." he cooed,bringing a hand to run through your hair,lightly massaging your scalp in a way that had you purring.

he could tell by the glint in your eyes accompanied by the excessive gnawing at your lip,you needed more. he wanted you speechless. so,he lowered your ass to the bed,slightly tugging your body forward as he manoeuvred your legs securely over his shoulders,your thighs pressed tightly to his chest while he drilled into you.

the new position had you reeling,head thrashing against the pillows and a loud screech being ripped from you - "peter!"

"i know,baby,i know," wet kisses were placed against your ankle,his legs flexing as he used the muscle he had to pound into you.

there was a sudden flash of lights outside the window,blue and red pouring over the both of you,accompanied by the wail of sirens flooding the room. your head snapped to peter,knowing what that meant but still somewhat hopeful.

peter was biting down on his bottom lip,one hand splayed across your stomach as he concentrated on getting you where he needed you. he was pushing as deep as he possibly could,applying pressure to where he could feel himself slipping inside you in the hopes it would have you falling apart quicker.

there was a vibration on the nightstand,both of you audibly groaning at the contact name 'yuri watanabe',though yours ended in more of a moan.

"i need you to cum for me,baby,can you do that?" he leaned back against his heels,hitting you from an entirely different angle that had you crying out,red nails coming to scratch at his abs.

"hm?" he punctuated it with a particularly forceful thrust.

"yes! for you!" your eyes were screwed shut,mouth agape and ear splitting mewls leaving you.

"'atta girl." his thumb jutted out to rub circles at your clit,jaw clenched in deep focus.

the sounds of chaos outside were growing more prevalent,peters sense desperately dragging him to your window while he fought it off. what kind of a hero would he be if he left his girl high-and-dry to go stop some amateur bank robbery?

his movements against your clit sped up,switching from rubbing soft circles to expertly flicking the bud the way he knew you liked. he had you coming shortly after,clenching around him and almost deafening him with your squeals.

you focused on catching your breath,eyes heavy-lidded and basking in the aftermath of your orgasm. they opened to the sight of your boyfriend,mask in hand and kitted up,perched over your window sill. "wait! but- pete,you didn't finish?"

his head snapped to his phone vibrating once again on the dresser,which felt a lot more obnoxious this time,although he was thankful for the reminder. he had almost forgotten it.

he was over to your side of the room in less than 3 steps,pressing a kiss to your forehead while he snagged his phone. "i'll be just fine,baby,don't worry about it."

in a flash he was repositioned at the window once again,giving you one glance and a cheeky smile before pulling his mask over his face and diving out into the city.

the soft thwips of his web shooters grew quieter,more distant,as you eventually settled into bed,thinking of how you would repay him when he got back.

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it was nearly 4am when you were awoken by the loud thud of your boyfriend hitting the floor of your bedroom. his back was pressed just below your window sill,slipping with every struggled breath he took as he clutched his middle,trying to apply pressure to a wound.

"peter?" you knew who it was,seeing as you were face to face with the unmasked vigilante,but you approached with caution,arms extended as if to show him you could protect yourself.

he grunted,head tipping back to fall limp against the wall. the gravity of his injuries seemed to finally hit you as you surged forward,gasping "jesus,peter! where the fuck have you been?"

he bat your hands away before you could even touch him,a sigh "baby,could you just grab a medkit?" he sudden snappiness usuallly would have annoyed you,but your focus was given to more pressing things.

"i haven't got one!" you threw your arms up.

"what do you mean 'you haven't got one'!?"

"why would i just have a fuckin' medkit lying around!"

"-because your boyfriend is spider-man!" he had wasted the last of his energy raising his voice at you,slipping further down the wall and leaving a dirty smear in his trail. you could see his blood beginning to soak your carpet,your heart feeling like it was about to beat out of your chest.

"you asshole!" you would've kicked him if it weren't for his current state,instead supporting his head tightly under your arm as you gently lift him to a position that was less restricting of his airways.

you rid him of his suit,the cold immediately sending a shiver through him which had you snapping at him to 'stay fuckin' still!' while you applied pressure to the wound,the most you could do for him.

he knew your hostility was becoming a way of coping,dealing with the fact you didn't know whether the next time you saw him would be the last. he didn't blame you for it,as much as he lost his temper,but you sort of knew that. it was a kind of mutual understanding between the two of you,neither meant what they said in situations like these and it wasn't to be held against them.

"you can't keep doing this,peter." a sniffle,one that had you choking on your words. he felt his heart tug,or maybe it was just beginning to slow.

"i know.." it was barely audible,but you caught it. he was already healing,you just prayed it would be fast enough to stop him from bleeding out on your bedroom floor.

he felt the first droplet before he saw it,your shoulders beginning to shake as you were racked with sobs. "you're a real dick,you know that?"

"i do." he was carefully swirling a strand of your hair around his finger,feeling it was best to agree with you,let you vent it out.

"-and you're lucky to have me!"

"i am. not many people would have stuck around this long." your breath was steadying,as was his,the two of you were recovering.

there was silence for what felt like about a minute,him quietly studying you while you watched his wound close,something that never failed to amaze you.

"just- don't die. not in that stupid suit."

a laugh,"'wasn't planning on it."

"i'm serious,pete." you were suddenly cold,furiously tucking an uncooperative piece of hair behind your ear.

he took over for you,gently curling it between his fingers in a way that made it stay put,letting them linger just a moment longer.

you werent completely aware,but he wasnt joking. he meant it,he had no plans of dying while you were still breathing.

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.. 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 ♱

bed chem - sabrina carpenter! ⋆·˚ ༘ *

ˏˋ " how you talk so sweet

when you're doin' bad things,

that's bed chem " ₊˚ෆ

ONE - SHOTS.

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DRABBLES.

tell me — p. parker;slight nsfw.

first time — p. parker; slight nsfw.

wounded — p.parker; fluff.

cut short — p.parker; nsfw.

HEADCANONS.

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BLURBS.

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MISC.

001. twtlinks!

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i haven't proofread this one yall be kind:(

the night air was stickily humid,the kind of weather that warranted open windows and skimpy night dresses. the kind that lured a certain spider back into your home,breaking many personal vows to just leave you alone. you had kept the room empty,dark,only dimly lit by the reflective light of the moon casting shadows through the lace curtains you'd left open - an invitation to his presence. it was a way of making him comfortable,even with the colourful chrome shielding his identity,the darkness just made him feel that bit more safe.

your thin sheets had been thrown to the side,only barely tickling your ankles as you watched him. your dark hair strewn over your shoulder,lipstick smudged and the spaghetti straps of your teasingly thin,black nightdress falling over your shoulders.

he breathed deeply,lips parting against the mesh of his suit as you ghosted yours over his. you were used to the retroreflective eyes of his suit,you almost felt as if you could see through them now. like you could see into him,past his physical appearance underneath the mask.

you ran a finger teasingly under the edge of the mask,bunching it around your fingers as you lifted it slightly. his breathing was steady,fingers gripping at your plush hips as you straddled him,giving you unadulterated control over him. you left it to rest just over his nose,revealing his almost paper-thin lips to you,pouted and swollen. you ran a thumb over the dip of his cupids bow,unusually defined. you rubbed gently at the almost lack of stubble decorating his top lip,biting back a smile at how new york city's spider-man was a boyish youth who could barely grow facial hair. your fingers were curled around his jaw,the deep red of your nails mixing with the ghostly pale of his skin,a perfect match to his costume. "what do you look like?" it was almost a whisper,your eyes trained on the big,white of his suit as if you could make contact with him that way.

he breathed deeply,"you know i can't,it wouldn't be--"

"no," you cut him off,leaning to press a wet kiss to the piece of fabric just above his cheekbone,"i don't want you to show me. just tell me."

he was dumbfounded for a moment,wetting his lips as he stared at you. what difference would a description make? after-all,you still wouldn't actually know.

"tell me,spider." you cooed,running your lips along his cheek,"what is it? big,brown eyes?" you moved to press a kiss to the tip of his nose,"a piercing blue?",another kiss to his eyebrow,"green?" you made contact with his eyes,pulling back slightly as if to ask him to answer you.

"brown,the first one."

you hummed at this,continuing to trail your lips toward his ear,wrapping them around the shell over his mask. "my favourite."

your declaration had him almost hopeful. "what about your hair?"

"it's also brown," he started,moving his head to try and chase your lips again,growing bored of you suckling at his clothed ear. "i guess you could say curly."

you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips,just to satiate him for the moment. "just my type,bug."

he let a breathy chuckle pass,one that had your ears pricking and your eyes flicking up to his face,not that you could really see his expression,anyway.

"you got any freaky birthmarks?"

"no." he sounded almost offended at the question.

"scars?"

"not any that you haven't already seen."

you hooked a leg around his waist,teasingly slow as you curled inwards,pulling him toward you. you leaned back on your elbows,making a complete show of the movement and showcasing your accentuated cleavage to him,the straps of your thin nightgown dangerously low.

"easy." he warns,conscious of the blaring city that needed to be patrolled just outside your window.

"what? afraid you might overstay your welcome?" the smirk you wore was sickly,it rattled peter so much he felt like his bones were overheating,pushing any kind of feelings beyond pure,animalistic attraction down before he even had chance to indulge.

"'thought i was always welcome,baby." he said it like a statement,leaning down to slot his body above yours. his right palm was flat beside your head,the dip in the bed causing your body to lay slightly lop-sided,your hip popping just enough to brush perfectly into the palm of his left hand,giving the flesh a soft squeeze.

you dodged his kisses,leaving him to press wet dots to your jawline as he whined beneath you. "don't you have a neighbourhood to be saving?"

"-not when i have a beautiful lady right here who needs my help." he was quick,running a clothed finger through your slick to emphasise his point.

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she will destroy you

synopsis: peter offers for you to take out your bad mood on him when you’re stressed. when he throws some taunting in the mix, the end result isn’t pretty. but it’s certainly fucking hot.

pairing: peter parker x reader (aged up obvs)

warnings: smut (18+), sub!peter and dom!reader, degrading, choking kink, oral sex (f receiving), light hitting

genres: friends to lovers, enemies to lovers energy honestly, kinda pwp, filthy filthy smut but i’m very proud of it oops

wc: 3k+

a/n: things going through my head while writing this– sub!peter, begging, this specific scene of kirsten dunst choking out that guy (the whole thing i saw on tiktok but i cannot find that rn), choking, listening to dreampop (hence the cocteau twins reference in the title), things that have been said to me irl during some ~steamy~ situations. i’m not usually into sub stuff but peter’s literally a fucking baby. i couldn’t resist. also huge inspo from @subspider​ <3

Your eyes are fixed on Peter’s arms. And legs. And jaw. And the slight array of freckles dotting his nose that aren’t that visible unless you’re up close, or if you’ve memorized him like the back of your hand. You sigh and revert your attention back to your phone, mindlessly scrolling through Instagram and rolling your eyes at acquaintances from high school. Memes. Dogs. Flash being an idiot. More useless memes. In a bored and irritated huff, you toss your phone to the floor next to you.

“What’s wrong?” Peter furrows his brows at you. You’re in his room, supposed to be studying, but your anxiety has manifested into a strange, unexplainable anger, and your leg currently cannot stop bouncing.

“Nothing, just had a shit day,” you mumble, burying your knees into your chest at you stare at your art history textbook. God, you were sick to death of memorizing arbitrary facts about dead white men.

“Wanna take out your frustration?”

You raise an eyebrow. Your eyes scan his body up and down, sizing him up. “And what does that entail?”

“I’ve got all this super strength,” Peter shrugs, tossing his notebook to the floor. “Punch me in the face if you want. Get all that adrenaline out.”

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u think i am joking but this is genuinely how i look while writing: “god, you’re so fucking wet” and “such a good girl” for the hundreth time in my miserable existence

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where are the pathetic whiney crying submissive peeta fanfics at????? 🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️

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i wanna kiss all over his face and stroke his hair and tell him he's my good boy

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i'm sick of these thugs where's a submissive man that i can baby🥺🥺