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Coming Home To You [TASM!Peter Parker]

Summary : Peter always comes home to you. Always. Even when he's technically not supposed to. Because that's not what broken up people do.

Pairing : TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Warning : Minor DNI, 18+ ONLY, angst, groveling, wounded pete, a lot of flirting and sexual tension, smut, p in v, slight mention if titty worshipping, wounded sex

A/N : merry xmas to all those who celebrate !!! I've been blocking on this for two days but i finally finished it so yeah !!! hope you guys enjoy !!!

again, i didn't proofread so all mistakes and typos are mine !!!

(the teen wolf fans will probably recognize the song 🙈)

Typing frantically on your laptop, you tried to keep your eyes open. They burned, either from the light of the device or from the sleep deprivation, both worked actually. You hared yourself a little more every second for not deciding on a career path that didn’t require less education and homework. Now it was clearly too fucking late to back down, you were already in your second year and your parents and family members were so proud of you ? You couldn’t disappoint them like that by giving up on the way.

As you tried to finish the very last sentences of that annoying essay you had to write, a sound took you out of your thoughts and concentration bubble. Your turned your head slightly towards it but never fully turning. You were hidden well enough by the closet besides the window and that gave you the possibility to hide yourself. If it was a burglar, faking ignorance would probably save your life. Now, you were pretty sure it wasn’t a burglar, not on the twelfth floor of your apartment building at 3:37 in the morning.

Hearing the sound of something banging against your window, you exhaled, already feeling exhausted by the possible encounter.

“Come on… Please… Please gorgeous… Please baby… Let me in…” Begged the man outside.

You would recognize this voice in-between millions and that idea just made your heart hurt. This wasn’t the moment for you to deal with this. Not when it still hurt you that much to have him around. You heard him sigh and thought he was leaving you in peace but instead the rattling sound of your window followed.

You spun around in your rolling chair and watched in absolutely shock as he opened the window and let himself in. Your anger of the moment was quickly replaced by terror and worry when you noticed the deep wounds covering his chest. Still in his suit, three enormous slashing marks covered his torso, blood still dripping out of them. They were fresh, he probably came by directly.

You rushed to his aid, helping him climb in a gentler way than he was doing. The man was practically throwing his entire body on your floor. You wrapped one if his arm over your shoulders and helped him walk towards the seat in your room. You exhaled, eyes trembling and watery, observing him with anger and sadness. He would end up dead in front of your window one day and you couldn’t handle that.

Looking up at you with pleading eyes, he breathed heavily, trying to gather a little bit of energy and oxygen back into his body. Right after the fight with a psycho owning a whip which happened to also have blades, he had swung directly towards your apartment. He needed to see you, craved your presence around his. It was unbearable to go back to his apartment and May was definitely out of the picture.

“Come one beautiful… Don’t look at me like that… I can’t handle it…” He whined in pain, both internally and externally.

Watching you carefully, he could see through you like an open book. You weren’t just angry at him for being here, you were terrified and he hated himself for doing this to you. You were his everything and making you feel pain was the last thing he wanted but that was very ironic to think considering the current state if your relationship.

You let out a heavy sigh, rubbing your forehead. You had to gather your thoughts, compose yourself and get to work. God, you were lucky you had like two phrases left to write on your paper and they were generally useless, just for show honestly. You were definitely not going to be going back to work tonight.

Going to your bathroom, you gathered the essential things you would need to fix him up before going back to him. You should’ve thrown all of this away but you didn’t, you couldn’t. Not when you stayed awake at night waiting for him to leave your window. You should’ve told him to stop but you couldn’t. There were so many things you couldn’t do lately and all had to do with him. He made you feel so much that now you were left with nothing.

You sat down on the seat, trying to take the least amount of space and not touch him. He was still staring at your every move and probably got that you were trying to avoid physical contact. He hated this. You should’ve never felt this way, been pushed this far. He forced you in this tony corner, away from him and that was ten times more painful than the wounds on his chest.

He’d been thinking about you so much lately. You probably knew that he spent hours watching you sleep by the window. He couldn’t sleep anyways and when you overworked yourself fighting crime, the criminals did end up disappearing. There wasn’t much to fight anymore, just swinging around m, desperately looking for something to prevent him from running to your apartment to beg for you to be with him again.

He couldn’t bear the feeling of his own bedsheets anymore, freezing and unfamiliar. They felt like they belonged to someone else, like he was sleeping in someone else’s bed and that was partially true. You had made his bed yours, his sheets too, his entire apartment was yours and so was he. Everything he was, was yours and he had been stripped off of it.

He couldn’t do this anymore, this life of lurking around you, sleeping on the floor with the shirts of his you had worn and given back. It had been two whole month and he was running out if things that smelled like you but he still had his memory to save him, a reminder of the feeling of your skin on these pieces of fabric. He had never felt so lucky for the enhanced senses, everything in him being able to vividly remember the feeling of you and your body heat in his arms. All that was still so fresh in his mind but he was greedy and needed the real thing. He was craving you, begging for you to be brought back to him.

He groaned in pain, violently brought back to reality and out of his daydreams but his eyes still focused on your beautiful face. He would never get tired of seeing you.

“Sorry…” You muttered softly, rubbing the wet cloth over his wound.

“Don’t be…” He responded, tone just as soft as your.

Stopping your movements to stare at him back, you were lost in his eyes. He always complained about them being boring but you loved them. They had been your favorite feature of his and now you just felt nauseous looking at them.

Reaching up to hold your face, he slid his fingers softly all around your skin. You felt tingles run down your spine and your entire body as he took hold of your chin delicately. He was looking at you, pleading with you, begging once again, for you to let him in. Not your apartment but in you, your soul, your heart.

“Please… Please baby, look at me… Please… Don’t push me away…” He begged, nearing closer and closer to you.

The simple view of your lips made him dizzy with want (or blood lose). He needed to taste them, taste you. He needed a little bit, just a little bot to keep going. He was desperate.

You started shaking your head slowly, fighting off tears and your own annoying feelings. You couldn’t let him in, not that easily, not like that, not now. Closing your eyes and turning your face away from him, you refused to cave. Not now, not after what happened.

You stood up abruptly, turning around and forcing him to be faced by your back. He couldn’t see and hear you, breathing heavily and frantically wiping your eyes with your shirt. He, himself, was fighting back tears looking down on his chest with a sad smile.

“Why did you come here Peter ?” You queried, looking through the window. He could see the reflection of your face, you were crying heavier tears each second. All because of him. He couldn’t let this go on. He needed to do something, he needed to fix the both if you, no matter what. Or at least make sure that you weren’t crying because of him ever again.

He stood up, wincing loudly, which pulled a reaction out of you. You spun around, rushing to force him back down on the seat which made him chuckle. Even in a situation like this you cared about his wellbeing.

“P-Please whatever you’re about to say… Say it from here, seating down and not fucking up your wounds further.” You pleaded, taking back the wet rag and the other necessary supplies.

“Okay… I’ll stay still for you buttercup.” He chuckled, watching you glare at him. You constantly said you hated the nickname but he knew better.

And he was right, you loved it. It made you feel at peace for some reason. You had missed hearing it all the time now.

Watching you with big doe eyes as you covered his chest in bandages, he reached for you once more. He delicately cupped your cheek and raised himself slightly to bring himself closer to you. This time you didn’t reject him, simply chuckling but also closing your eyes in anticipation. You felt his breath on your face, his lips kissing your cheeks tenderly before going to the tip of your nose and then bending his neck to reach your lips.

He was hesitating, not because he didn’t want to kiss you, god he wanted this and only this. He’d been wanting this from the moment you walked out the door, hitting himself in the chest repeatedly and cursing himself for staying still as you walked out of his apartment. He wanted to run to you, spin you in his arms and keep you close against his chest as he kissed your soft, plump lips repeatedly telling you that he was sorry, he didn’t mean it, he loved you and he wanted you to stay with him for ever. He had dreamt of it but was always brutally brought back to reality by his alarm. Hell, he ended up smacking it with his fist and instantly regretted it when he remembered you had bought it for him. He had spent the morning crying with the shattered debris of his broken alarm before deciding that he would rebuild it with the help of his memory, pictures of the both of you that featured it in the back and web fluid.

What he had been hesitant about was the moment you would reject him, push him away. He had been waiting, expecting you to, he deserved it after all. To be pushed away further, kissed by the freezing rejection instead. He would’ve deserved it, after the pain he caused the both of you. He wanted you to reject him, as punition for being a moron. Except you didn’t want that, you didn’t reject him, you even come towards him, soft smile on your lips. Oh, he had missed it, your beautiful smile, real and directed at him.

His kips puckered, reaching towards yours and grazed your skin before fully pushing his face against yours. It was light, so light he was pretty sure he had dreamt it or at least hallucinated it. He was breathing in your scent, eager to keep peppering light kisses against your lips.

He left himself be guided, practically controlled by your movements. What you chose to do he would follow, so when you pushed yourself in his direction, making sure that he laid on the arm of the seat again, he didn’t fight back.

Detaching your soft lips from his, you let your fingers slide down his chest softly, chuckling when he tried to reach for one more kiss. He just wanted one more, needed it even. You laid your hand flat on his stomach, successfully avoiding the open wounds, to settle him.

“Easy there, bug boy…” You chuckled against his lips.

He should’ve been embarrassed about the effect the nickname had on him. He instinctively wrapped an arm around your waist to bring your closer to him and he was very pleased when you didn’t resist.

“Fuck… That nickname… I missed it so much…” He muttered, holding your cheek close to his face and kissing the corner of your mouth tenderly.

Peter had always been really needy for you, always finding a way to touch you. He had to have his hands on you or he would be terrible to everyone around. You didn’t even want to mention how feral he would get when fucking you. You often ended up begging for five minutes of rest at least.

Pushing himself up, he felt like he was repeating a never ending cycle : pushing himself towards you, desperate for your touch, suffering from the lack of it while trying to be as docile for you. He knew how much impact you had on him, it even scared him sometimes. Being this in love for you, it was terrifying and it did make him make bad decisions. The main one in his mind was the one that had created the situation you were both in currently.

“Peter… You can’t… We can’t…” You said, words slurred and muffled by his lips. You couldn’t cave m, not now, not like this. You wanted explanations first and honesty too.

“I know… I know baby… Fuck… I know, I’m trying… But I just… I need one more kiss… Just one more… One last…” He begged, rubbing his nose against yours. His eyes were looking down on your mouth and he was trying to contain himself as you bit your lips, trapping them behind your teeth. He wanted to do that, fuck, he needed to do that. Bite them, suck them, all just for you.

“Come on Pete… We both know that one last will never be one last, not for real at least…” You were amused by his lying, you both knew better.

“Yeah, I know… I always come back to you… Always needy for you… You… And only you…” He said, voice low and deep, filled with a craving sensation. He was keeping his hands nice around your waist but he wanted to keep them roaming on your body.

“If you always come back to me Pete… Why did you break up with me then ?” You asked softly.

He had been expecting this question or at least for you to say something that would give him an opportunity to talk, explain his reasoning and the goal behind his actions. He needed to tell you the whole truth, he couldn’t go on any longer.

Pulling away from you with teary eyes, he grabbed your face in both his hands, kissing your forehead and cheeks repeatedly.

“I know baby… I know I fucked up… Fuck, I can’t ever forgive myself for this princess…” Taking a long pause to breath in and compose himself, he backed up from you, putting on distance between both your bodies. “I-I just can’t… The hold you have on me… The power you have on me, buttercup… Fuck… It terrifies me… Because if it came down to it, I would risk it all for you. Even if it meant putting the rest of the world in danger in the process. I’m scared of the person I’ll become if you life or happiness is on the line…” He revealed, a soft yet sad smile stretching his lips. He wasn’t looking at you anymore but far off in the distance, probably zoning out.

Taking a big breath, you wiped the tears off of your face and repositioned yourself in his hold and on the seat.

“If… If it’s so dangerous for me to be around you… Why do you keep coming back here ? Why do you show up at my window at least once a night ? Why don’t you just… stay away, Peter ?” You questioned, voice as steady as you could make it.

When he laughed, you felt slightly stupid about your question but then you remembered who this was. This was Peter, his reactions were surprising but he would never make fun in a serious conversation. Not this one at least.

“You say that like it’s the easiest thing ever… Staying away from you…” He chuckles, looking into your eyes deeply. His hand had slid under your shirt to caress the skin of your waist. “I couldn’t do it when we were together… And I definitely can’t do it now… You’re… You’re pulling me towards you without even knowing it... Every time I try, I end up right back where it started. I end here, hanging on your window like a fucking idiot, hoping I could erase this stupid conversation and idea out of your mind. What fuck ass idea was this anyways ? Breaking up to protect you ? Please, I’m not protecting anyone without you around… Not even myself.” He joked, pulling you even closer to him and laying his forehead on your shoulder.

You stayed silent, letting him find comfort and peace against you. Truthfully, you had needed him just as much as he said he needed you. Everything you did, you would think about him and it would end up in a stupid fight between you and yourself. A part of you wanted to move on, out of spite, and the other wanted to wait, to give the both of you time to hope and calm down. At the end, both had won in a way, you weren’t necessarily welcoming him in your life that easily but you were also not rejecting him or his love.

“Pete… If you weren’t injured I would kick your fucking ass for thinking this kinds of shit.” You exhaled, throwing him a pointed look. He turned his head to see your eyes and chuckled against your skin, gripping you tighter in his arms. “Like, you were scared and just decided to push me away ? Instead of talking to me about it ? Because breaking up was such a genius idea huh ? And what did you think you would become if I was in danger ? Jeffrey fucking Dahmer ? Please Peter, the worst thing you did to a literal lizard trying to turn the whole town into lizards was cure him.” You spat sarcastically, still glaring at him, his face buried in your neck.

“Talking wouldn’t be doing much about the situation, beautiful. It would probably make me even more in love but let’s not get into that right now…” He responded, breathing in your scent and rubbing his nose against your neck. “I think we can both agree that I’m simply not the best at making decisions… I’m not the most rational guy there is… And I do tend to let fear drive me sometimes…”

“Yeah, we noticed.”

A comfortable silence settled in the room. This was the first time in a while that you both felt at peace in silence. Usually, you felt like the emptiness and lack of noise in the room was suffocating you, a glaring reminder that something was missing. To fill it you would play music, but music could only do so much in comparison to the soft voice of the man you wanted. You had missed him tremendously and only now were you fully confronting that fact. Your heart, which had been in this violent state of constant destruction and pain, was finally settling. You wanted to laugh, he was scared of the power you had on him, he would be surprised to find out about the power he had on you.

You were pulled out lf your thoughts by his large hand wrapping itself around the back of your neck, squeezing it a little bit and pulling you towards his face. Only now did you resist, wanting to give in more than anything, kissing him tenderly like you used to. You wanted to and he knew it, better than anyone.

“No… Peter…” You breathed out softly, a smile on your face.

“Yes… Please… Yes…” Responded the boy, still longing desperately for you and the softness of your lips. He was pecking your lips more and more feverishly, feeling that you were loosing this battle against yourself when you grabbed his other hand.

“No…”

“Yes…”

“No…”

“Yes…”

This little back and forth did not last long, his tongue already licking your lips and tacking the opportunity you gave him by parting your lips to moan his name, desperately. When you felt it slide in your mouth, you fully closed your eyes, letting the pleasure take over. His lips, warm and tasting as sweet as honey were wrapping themselves around your, swallowing eagerly, each and every and everyone of the sounds you would make. He had needed these, praying to everything out there to let him dream of you so that he could remember better, more vividly. He had needed you, the feeling of your skin against his, your scent on him, drowning his senses and filling his brain with thoughts of you only.

You nose, rubbing against his face, you pulled away slowly, smiling even more when he whined for more, constantly following you as you tried to detach your lips from his. Inhaling his scent, you felt at home with him so close to you. He was always coming back to you, and you would always come back to him.

“You can’t do that Peter… You can’t keep coming here knowing that you and I aren’t together anymore… We can’t keep doing this… It’s not how broken up people are supposed to act and you know it…” You said, trying your best to sound stern and severe when truly you didn’t mean any of the words you said.

“I can’t beautiful… I can’t stay away… I can’t move on, I won’t. I don’t want to…You have my whole heart in your hands and I can’t just take it back you know ? It’s rude to take a gift back. And I was raised to be polite.” He responded with a teasing tone that you knew like the back of your hand

He wasn’t just saying that he couldn’t take back his heart, he was begging you not to force him to do so. He wouldn’t survive taking it back, even if it was in perfect state, filled with good memories and love, he couldn’t take it back. Because he would crush it himself to make sure he would never love again after you. And Peter had a certain talent when it came to defying Destiny.

“Hey, look at me.” He raised himself, seating up fully and grabbed you by the waist, hoisting you up on his lap. You knew better than fight back, he wouldn’t mind injuring himself further to have you close to him. This man was an absolute danger to his own safety, an absolute terror.

“I love you princess, and I’d rather fall off a building and let myself crash than let you go that easily. I’ll spend as long as it takes, fighting to be yours again. Or at least officially, I’ve never stopped being yours anyways.” He declared, a grin on his handsome face. God you hated him and his stupid grin that made your heart beat so fast you felt like the motor of a fucking race car.

You exhaled shakily when you felt his lips against the base of your neck. Kissing tenderly on your soft skin, he started sucking and biting when you moved your face out of the way to give him more space. How could you resist him when you had craved him so badly ? You couldn’t, and you wouldn’t. So you didn’t.

“Peter…” You muttered, slowly rolling your hips on him.

He gripped you waist tighter, as if you would run away if he didn’t. He couldn’t let you go, not like that. You were his world, the drive he needed to keep waking up every day, the motivation behind his spider activities, everything he did led him back to you. He even found himself thinking about a family and the life you could live together and that, that killed him. Every moment spent thinking about it was a new reason to fight for you and your love. His heart was already yours, beating more and more for the woman he dreamt of calling his wife one day. Yeah, he would fight for you.

“I’m sorry buttercup… I love you… So, so, so much…” He repeated, his lips traveling around the skin of your shoulders and neck. You knew he was waiting for you to stop him, keeping himself focused and controlled to not lose it on you. You scent and the warmth produced by your body were intoxicating, but your little moans as he kissed sensitive points of you body were drugs he refused to let go of. You were his drug and if getting clean meant living without you, then he refused to do so.

You slid your hand over his large back, reaching all the way up to his nape and playing with his hair in an attempt to calm the rapidly disappearing control he had over himself.

“Peter, look at me baby…” His eyes snapped towards yours, entirely focused on you by the second you called his name. He tried to keep in a whine when you called him by this pet name he could never get enough of. “I love you too Pete, but you have to promise that next time you feel scared about us and what could possibly happen, you’ll talk to me. These are the stuff we deal with as a couple, not just you carrying everything on your back. Let me help you, not just because that’s my duty as your girlfriend, but because I fucking love you and that’s the only thing I want to do.” You smiled through teary eyes.

Poor Peter, he couldn’t hold it anymore. He had kept in so much tears in the last days, so much feelings that he refused to share, express with anyone because the only person he wanted to do that with was you. He couldn’t help but cry in silence, burying himself in your arms and muttering your name repeatedly. You chuckled against his forehead, kissing him tenderly and rubbing his back to call him down. You would have a lot of things to discuss, most concerning his tendencies to take on everything on his own. All that you would discuss it, later. For now, you just needed each other and you wouldn’t miss anymore second to be there for the other. Two months had been long enough.

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The moment both your tears stopped, his lips were already on your, crashing against your and kissing you so passionately, you both felt dizzy from it. You had tried to get him to love less to not worsen his wounds but he wouldn’t have it, not until he was sure to have tasted you well enough. He needed to have the taste of your skin carved on his skin, he couldn’t imagine going on another period of time without it. His lips roaming your body and biting onto as much space possible to leave marks on you, you didn’t keep in any of your sounds. He would make sure you couldn’t anyways but you would do it. You had missed the feeling of him on you, his hands gripping your body parts and striping you naked under him, you had missed it all so much.

Hands tightly wrapped around your waist, he kissed stifled a laugh against your jawline when you cussed him out once more for abandoning you for two months. He internally started making a little list of all the things he would do to make it up to you. He would spoil you rotten, for as long as you’d allow him, not just to fix his mistake, but because he wanted you to have everything you deserved and beyond.

“I’m sorry baby, I’ll never leave you again. I promise…” He promised, lips attached to your ear and sharing every sound he made because of you.

Every groan, moan and curses coming out of his mouth, you heard and each one made you sink further in this endless pit people called love. You were done for, it was official. Peter was officially everything you needed right now and you were comfortable with the life you had decided to live.

You sung his name like a mantra when his fingers parted your folds and lapped at your core, pulling violent orgasms out of you. His own throbbing cock didn’t matter at all when he could be satisfied by pleasing you. The pleasure, so high and violent that you had been crying in pleasure, his name never leaving your lips once. It was all you knew, all you cared for, all you wanted.

Looking up at your beautiful face contorted in pleasure, he was never satisfied, never getting enough of you and the taste of you. Your sweet juices pooling in his mouth and drowning his every senses, he couldn’t stop. Or simply didn’t want to. He would spend his life between your legs if you allowed him.

“Come on princess, I know you’ve got one left for me… Just one more okay ? For me ?” He pleaded, biting your sensitive inner thighs and enjoying the little whimpers coming out of your mouth as you tried to keep yourself from cumming, unable to handle another violent orgasm like the previous ones.

The moment he entered you, girth throbbing and desperate to be held tightly in your warm heat, he felt like passing out. He had stopped bleeding a while ago and felt his wounds heal rapidly. This had simply cemented the fact that you made his world spin so fast, he lived in a constant state of dizziness.

You felt so familiar and real, he couldn’t believe that he had ever lied to himself this blatantly when saying that dreaming of you would be enough. Nothing was enough compared to you, not even dreams of you. The feeling of your skin, warm and sweat covered against his was unmatchable. And nothing would ever be able to make him feel like he felt with your velvety walls wrapped around him so tightly he could suffocate. He had missed you so much, he could cum from this alone.

“F-Fuck, princess… I-I can’t… Fuck… I missed you so fucking much…” He groaned, voice strained from trying to sound as stable as possible.

You on the other hand didn’t feel much different. You had missed every part of him but feeling his pulsating cock in you spread this burning feeling all through your body. This lava like sensation was a violent reminder of how much this man could do to you. He could tear your world down and rebuild it as much as he wanted, you would let him do anything he wanted to you.

Holding your thighs apart and biting on the swell of your breast desperately, his hips drove into your pussy, spreading you open further and further around him. His entire body was covering yours, god he was so fucking tall, you could only see him. Your hands were spread over his back, nails gripping tight in his skin and leaving deep red marks on the way. Your moans echoed in the room and his head, you sounded like an angel, a goddess even, one that he would worship for the rest of eternity and never get tired of it. He had missed you so much, everything about him was screaming in joy to have you again.

Fuck, anyone should be checked in a mental institution for loving someone else that much, loving them enough to completely disregarding their own safety. He should probably tell you about the rookie mistakes he made in fights because he would see things that reminded him of you. Today had been one, he had seen a cat and remembered how you mentioned wanting to adopt a cat with him. You’d name it Spider Kitty, he thought the idea was absolutely genius.

He kept your tits, heavy and supple in his mouth, sucking onto you vigorously and letting the vibrations of his groans and moans get muffled by your skin. You yourself couldn’t hold your sounds anymore and he didn’t want you to, but the vision of your fucked out state, drooling and biting onto the bedsheets that you gripped so tight, you tore it up, was too beautiful to pass up on.

“Look at me gorgeous… I want you to see how much cum I put in you… I want you all filled up with me… Keeping it all deep in you, it’s all yours… All of me is yours…” He moaned, plowing into your wet cunt deeply.

The only sounds heard now were only your cries of pleasure and the sound obscene sounds of your skins slapping against each other. Both of you, desperate for each other, did not stop until the early rays of sunshiny started showing. Both spent but happier than ever before, laid comfortably in the arms of the other. Your head rested on his chest with your body nuzzling to his side, your leg perched on top of his. One of his arm held you tightly while the other drew shapes over your naked body, roaming from you ribs to your belly and descending to your thigh. He was watching you carefully, loving the feeling he was basking in, comfort, peace, love. He had never felt so lost before but your absence had scared him in a way he refused to live again.

He kissed your forehead tenderly, smiling when you scrunched your nose in your sleep. Even in your sleep, you were so gentle with him, laying your fingers softly on his wounded chest. He let out a heavy sigh, not one of exhaustion but of happiness. He was at ease and so were you. He fell asleep a few minutes later, lips still pressed against the crown of your head.

UPDATE

Hi guys,I know I have been away but it’s because I had some problems at school and getting used to because I don’t have any friends and it’s kinda lonely there so I was really sad but now I’m better and I came back to writing,so if you want request and open just send me a message,I write for Druig,Harry potter,Regulus and timothee <3 also thank you for 93 followers

This one two I really want a part 2

Drunk Nights

Regulus x fem!reader 

Summary: The reader invites him to a party and he’s drunk within half an hour. Chaos follow. (fluff, fluff and a lot of fluff!) No one requested this, I just had an idea and ran with it. Absolutely adored writing it <3 | Wordcount: 1.8K

Warnings: slight swearing, alcohol consumption, not a warning but the reader is in Gryffindor. 

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Ok this is my first post,so I will repost imagines of regulus and Harry here because I love them but I will also post my own one shots here,I have wattpad too it’s the same @ so yeah

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These are the smut fics I’m working on right now, and will post soon. Please note that I might not post them specific in this order. So excited for it!

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Summary: James gets a new camera and, of course, wants to try it on his favourite art—your naked body.

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➯ Come or cum, and warm me [Remus Lupin x reader]

Summary: It’s Christmas Holidays, you and your boyfriend Remus spends time at the Potters with your friends. It’s all innocent until Remus decides that it’s too cold. He solves it with making you cockwarming him. The only problems? —you can’t let anyone notice and you have to go to the bathroom.

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➯ Don’t wake him up [Wolfstar x reader]

Summary: You share a room with Remus. Which makes Sirius to call you on FaceTime to let you masturbate on cam, while Remus sleeps. However, when a jealous Remus wakes up, he punish you while Sirius still watches on cam.

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Hi what is a materlist?

It’s where I will put all the links for the imagines so you can get to them more easily :)

wtf,just found out timothee cheated on me

hi !!! i absolutely love your writing ! would u mind doing another harry potter imagine? thank u </3

.☼︎. 𝑪𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒔

— Harry Potter x Diggory!Reader

— Summary: Basically just Harry Potter being trying to stay cool atound for y/n Diggory when they go to the Quidditch World Cup

— Word Count: 2.2k

— A/N: Alright, idk what this is but its something ig

Harry and Ron yawned in unison as they walked through the woods, following Arthur Weasley, who was in the lead, with Charlie and Fred and George close at his heels, Ginny and Hermione in the middle, and lastly, the two boys. Now, both of them were excited for the Quidditch World Cup, don't get them wrong, but this whole waking up before the crack of dawn to Hermione throwing pillows at them was not exactly their favourite part of it all.

The morning, however, had been all but calm, Molly had heard Fred and George trying to smuggle Ton-Tongue Toffees out of the house to sell, even after they got scolded for what happened with Dudley. Harry's cousin having eaten one that Fred and George dropped with the intent of him eating it, causing Dudley's tongue to grow in size. This made Molly yell at the two twins just before they left.

The woods were calm in the early summer morning, with fog still on the ground. Birds had started to wake up, and you could hear them sing as they flew above the tree tops. Harry had to admit that the woods close to the burrow were quite cozy. But he was broken from his own thoughts as Ron poked him and pointed out how far back from the others they were. Jogging to catch up with the others.

"Arthur!" The boys then heard a man call out. "It's about time, son."

"Sorry Amos, some of us got a bit of a sleepy start." Arthur jokingly looked back at Ron, who yawned.

It then dawned on Harry when they came closer that it was Amos Diggory and Cedric Diggory who stood there. Harry had talked to Amos once before when the man was happy over Hufflepuffs' win last year. However, this meant another person should be there, so Harry started to look around for her.

"This is Amos Diggory, everyone. Works with me, at the Ministry. " Arthur said proudly and then turned to the brown-haired boy beside the man. "This strapping young lad must be Cedric, am I right?"

Cedric smiled at the man and extended his hand to shake hands with Arthur, smiling brightly. "Yes, sir." He answered before looking up at the big tree above them.

"y/n? Are you coming or what?" Cedrict asked his sister, who had gone unnoticed, where she sat up in the tree. When Harry spotted the girl, he smiled.

y/n grinned at her brother before she tossed down her backpack for him to catch and jumped down so she landed beside Amos. Making sure her stance was stable before she straightened out.

"Well, that's quite and entrance y/n." Arthur put a hand in her shoulder and she smiled.

"Thank you."

"Alright, this way." Cedric spoke up as he started motioning towards where they were going to go. So everyone started walking, and just before Cedric got too far, he tossed the backpack back to his sister.

"You carry your own shit," He told her.

"Cedric," Amos warned the boy, and he held up his hands in retreat and showed the others the way.

y/n was just about to join in and walk with Harry when her dad stopped him. He was amazed to have Harry Potter himself with them, and she could see Harry glancing over at her. She shrugged at him and joined Hermione and Ginny.

"I don't remember your brother being so good-looking, y/n." Hermione hooked her arm through y/n's.

"Ew, Mione. That's my brother. Plus he's way too old for you."

"Who says he's too old?" Ginny asked with a raised brow, and it made y/n groan.

"Are you aware that we can hear you?"Fred then turned to the girls.

"And if we can, then Cedric probably can too." Geroge chimed in.

"Yeah, well, ego boost for him then, I guess." y/n rolled her eyes and unhooked her arm from Hermione when she saw her dad walk past to catch up with Arthur. She slowed her steps and, quite quickly, was at Harry's side.

They both started to engage in conversation with one another. They talked about everything from the joke candy and things that Fred and George had been making or trying out during the summer to this mystery thing that was to happen at Hogwarts during the year. Harry joined in with all that he heard from Arthur and y/n told all that she had gathered from her dad. They're both thinking about what it could be.

But the topic soon changed to Quidditch. Of course, Harry was proudly standing with Bulgaria, but y/n were strongly against this. She was rooting for Ireland. They talked back and forth about why their team had to win. "Bulgaria has Viktor Krum. He's the best seeker of all."

"Oh please, he's all looks. Plus, Bulgaria play dirty most of the time; they're like the equivalent of when Flint was still captain of the Slytherin team. "

"No they don't!" Harry argued back, and it made Ron turn.

"You have no idea what you're talking about y/n, Viktor Krum will make sure Bulgaria wins." Ron spoke proudly, the boy being starstruck by the well-known seeker.

"Well, Ireland has Connolly," Fred piped in.

"And Quigley." Geroge also joined in.

"See!" y/n motioned towards the twins. "Fred and George are on my side; Ginny and even Hermione, who's not into Quidditch all that much, are rooting for Ireland. You and Ron are literally the only people who are hoping Bulgaria wins just because you're in love with Viktor Krum. "

A whole argument started between all the Weasley kids, Harry and y/n. All of those who were for Ireland were arguing back and forth with the two boys and counting up reasons as to why Ireland was going to win. It was all just fun, ending with all seven of them starting to laugh.

After a little while, they had been walking for a good hour already. Harry was about to say something to y/n but instead when he turned to her, he instead got fixated on her. Eyes looked over her features, having missed her over the summer. He could feel his cheeks slowly growing warmer and warmer the more he looked at her, and soon enough he had to avert his eyes from her as it felt like his face was on fire. Harry was quite sure his cheeks were red, but he hoped to Merlin they weren't.

Surely enough, they reached the portkey, although it made Harry frown as they walked closer, as he had no idea what a portkey was. "Just over there." Amos told everyone, and Harry's frown deepened at the sight of an old boot.

Harry tugged at y/n's sleeve before asking her. "Why are they all standing around that manky old boot?"

"That isn't just any manky old boot, mate," George cut in before y/n could answer.

"It's a portkey," Fred finished as he, George, and y/n moved into position.

"Time to go!" Arthur called.

"What's a portkey?" Harry was confused.

"Ready? After three. One, two," Amos started counting, but y/n quickly looked up at Harry.

"Harry!" And with that, Harry grabbed onto the boot.

"Three."

It all started to spin, or more like they all started to spin. Slowly but surely, they lifted up from the ground up into the sky, still spinning around. Everyone except Cedric, Amos, and Arthur screamed at the continued spinning. Though the twins were screaming in cheer.

When Arthur then suddenly told them all to let go of the boot, they all clinged onto it like a life line, making all except the older Diggorys go wide-eyed. Hermione immediately protested, even though she was slowly feeling sick to her stomach from the continued spinning. They all, however, did as the man had instructed them to and all dropped to the ground. Then, hitting the ground, all of them groaned and huffed at the sudden impact of the ground.

y/n looked up from where she lay on her stomach, coming to find that Harry was only about a metre away from her. "Ouch,"

Harry sat up and nodded at her, and when he turned he could see Amos, Cedric, and Arthur, all three coming down much more gracefully than any of the others. They are certain to land on their feet. All of them were grinning from how funny all the others had landed. "I bet that cleared your sinuses, ey?" Arthur asked as the three of them landed.

Cedric was quick to help Harry get on his feet, extending an arm for him to get pulled up. Earing a smile from the younger boy as he went to help his sister. "Oh, how nice of you, Ced."

"Aw, did my baby sister get hurt?" Cedric asked sarcastically. He pulled her up to stand too, and both of them laughed. The bantering between them was just a big joke to them.

"Come on!" Arthur called as he started to walk up the hill to where camp was. It made y/n smile brightly as she immediately grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him along. "You're going to love this!" It made Harry flush a crimson colour as she pulled him along with her to join the others.

Oh god did he like her.

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The sun had begun to set over the field where the Quidditch World Cup was being held. The sky turned orange and was slowly becoming a dark blue that would make the stars and constellations of other solar systems visible. It was still pretty warm out, not overly warm but warm enough that not a lot of clothes were needed to keep warm.

People were making their way to their seats. Many had chosen to sit in the boxes in the middle of the stadium. It was a stadium bigger than Harry had ever seen. Now, he was not exactly looking to play Quidditch professionally, but to play at a stadium like this would definitely be something unforgettable.

All of them were looking around in amazement while making their way further up, Arthur in the lead. They were on their way to the top, which was a wise decision.If they were to stay by the boxes, they would have to squeeze together with other people. But if they were to be furthest up in the stadium, they would not have to fight for space with others and would have better sight than others.

"Blimey dad, how far up are we?" Ron asked as they stopped from having been climbing from the lowest level and were about thirty stories below the top.

Just as Arthur was about to answer, another man's voice cut in. One that they all knew very well and one that made Harry roll his eyes. "Well, put it this way, if it rains, you'll be the first to know." Lucius Malfoy smiled evilly at them.

y/n and Harry stood by the railing, looking down at Lucius and Draco, who were on the lower level. It was unusual to see Draco without his slytherin uniform. Instead, he was wearing a black suit, which did not seem at all practical. Draco laughed at his father's statement.

When they started to continue walking, Draco looked up at the others and smirked. "Father and I are in the minister's box, by personal invitation from Cornelius Fudge himself."

"Don't beast, Draco." Lucius stopped Draco with his cane, making the boy rub the spot where the cane had laned. "There's no need with these people."

Draco then looked up at them again. When he saw y/n however, a sly smile made its way to his lips. It was no news to most people that Draco Malfoy had taken an interest in the Hufflepuff girl. However, y/n had zero clue about that. The look Draco gave y/n made Harry roll his eyes. A feeling of annoyance was bubbling up inside him. No, not annoyance, but jealousy.

Before the two Malfoys could say anymore, Harry grabbed y/n's shoulder and started to turn her around so they could wall off. But Lucius Malfoy was not done as he slammed the snake part of his cane down on Harry's hand before it could leave the railing. It made y/n and the others turn just like Harry.

"Do enjoy yourself. While you can. " Lucius smiled unkindly at Harry before relinquishing his hand and walking off with Draco at his heels. But Dracos' eyes still stayed tranced to y/n.

"Are you all right, Harry?" Arthur asked.

"Yeah, just fine."

"Well, let's keep moving then. "We don't want anyone taking our place, do we?"Amos called from where he stood, and everyone began working their way up the stairs.

"Are you sure you're fine?" y/n turned to Harry as they waited to start climbing the stairs.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Nothing big. " Harry stuttered as he once more felt his cheeks heat up. But this time, it seemed like y/n noticed and it made him avert his eyes from her.

y/n smiled as she quickly gave him a peck on the cheek, taking the boy by surprise. "Good, now come on."

Harry couldn't fight the grin that broke out on his face when y/n turned and grabbed a hold of his hand to start wall up the stairs.

Oh boy.

Alright, not the best but it well.

But okey so I wanna write something where Harry AND Draco likes the reader but I can't come up with an idea so if you have an idea you can submit it to me:)

Agree

Andrew Garfield, you lying little shit

don't be in love with someone else...

Druig x Reader

Summary: Your mortal boyfriend of 6 months is going to tell you he loves you at his office Christmas party. Druig has been in love with you for 7000 years. He isn't handling this well.

slight angst with a happy ending ♡

WC: 1.8k

A/N: thank you for requesting an Enchanted fic anon! I'm so so sorry it took so long ♡ tell me what you think ♡

Looking out the foggy window, Druig drew shapes in the thick mist that his breath created. He could see the snow falling on the parked cars from the fourth-floor apartment window. It was peaceful this time of year; he found peace in the chaotic holiday season.

The normally quiet street was quite vibrant tonight. People hurrying home in the snowy weather, careful not to let their heavy shopping bags touch the wet floor. He looked at his transparent reflection in the window, colorful Christmas lights you insisted on putting up around the apartment created small patches of light on his fair skin.

He saw you emerge from the hallway, the sequins of your dress shimmering brightly. "How do I look?" you asked nervously, standing in the middle of the living room.

Beautiful. That was always the other Eternals response, even if he hadn't looked at you yet. He slowly turns around to face you, a small yet caring smile tugging at his lips. You stood nervously, your hands clasped in front of your lap. Your long sleeve dress was covered in large circle sequins, at least the sleeves would keep you warm in the winter air, the short hemline could never.

"You look- festive," he chuckled playfully. You cock your head and form a curious smile.

"Well, I'd hope so. It is a Christmas party," you countered as you began to hunt for your purse. "Do you think John will like it?" You ask him from the kitchen, the hesitation in your voice going over his head.

John, Druig thought bitterly. On the inside, he was scowling at the mention of the Wall Street finance protege. You'd been seeing him for the past six months after meeting him at a bar. "I'll give him a couple of years and we can move on before he realizes I can't age," you told the brunet Eternal that night.

That sentence haunted him till this very day. For 7000 years, he pined after you. 7000 excuses not to tell you he loved you. This year's excuse was that you found someone to spend a few years of your life with. "He'd be stupid not to like it," Druig managed to tell you eventually, taking a seat on the emerald-colored couch.

You put on a coat that John had gotten you to wear from a high-end place in Manhatten. Druig scowled at the faux fur coat. He knew you hated that jacket; you only wore it to make the blonde man with perfect teeth happy. "What are you going to do tonight?" you asked.

Druig peered down at the wood coffee table, a DVD case resting on a stack of books. "Kingo sent over an advanced copy of his next film for us. I was going to watch it and tell you how it is," he told you, biting the inner corner of his cheek. He bit it so tightly he faintly tasted the iron of his blood.

You rushed back into your bedroom and began to laugh, "Which one of us is he playing this time?" you shout.

"Erm... I think Gil?" He answered unsure, taking in context clues by Kingo's costume on the cover.

You hurried back into the living room, eyes glued to your cell phone as your free hand dug around inside your small purse. "Druig..." you say, placing your phone in your pocket, "I think John's going to tell me he loves me tonight."

Druig's heart stops beating, that sinking feeling in his stomach made him ill, all other sounds become white noise. Your comment echoed in his ears, all he could do was stare at the faded red wine stain on the rug below him. Tell her. Y/N, I love you. Say something. You're going to lose her. "What are you going to tell him?" he manages, struggling to speak.

You shrug your shoulders, looking at him with a worried expression. Tell me you love me as much as I love you, you thought shifting back and forth on your heels.

When Druig finally looked at you, your expression shifted. That cheerful smile you always had was masking the doubt. "Whatever feels right in the moment," you respond, faking a smile. Vague, in the ballpark, but vague. You did love John, you felt some kind of spark with the man, but it wasn't the wildfire Druig lit inside your heart. You practiced saying I love you in the mirror so many times but whenever you said "John" it felt bitter on your tongue. You replaced his name with Druig's once, it felt right. It felt like you were supposed to say it all your life.

He hummed, letting silence fill the decorated apartment. A sudden chime from your phone alerted you that the car was outside, "Have fun. Call me if you need me... or anything," Druig tells you reluctantly, knowing what that ding meant. He stood up and smoothed out his black sweatpants.

You smile excitedly in front of him, tucking your phone back into the pocket of your coat. The way your eyes shine when you talked about John being outside, the way your lips turned up in that million-dollar smile, and how you barely said a word to him before you left told Druig everything. You were in love with John.

It was like everything was happening in slow motion. Druig stood by the couch completely frozen as she watched you reach for the doorknob. Don't be in love with him, he screamed in his head. Don't be in love with someone else. But his lips were wired shut, and when he finally managed to open his mouth nothing came out. No desperate pleas or declarations of love. It was just silence until the door shut behind her with a soft click.

Kingo's movie played like comforting white noise, muffed in the Eternal's ears as he paced the floor aimlessly. He had his hands in his pockets, his thumbs tapping his thighs anxiously. All he could think about was you and the three words you would tell him in a fleeting moment. He hated the flashes of made-up senarios in his head like of John having his hands on your lower back, smiling as he introduced you to his co-workers, and of his undeserving lips on your skin. Druig wanted you to have the time of your life... just not with John. And that haunted him.

Hours had passed and Druig still couldn't focus, the question if you loved the banker swirled in his mind. He tried laying down, cleaning, hell he even tried to watch the movie Kingo sent him. Checking his phone for the third time in a minute there was no message from you. Midnight, he noted as he glanced at the illuminated numbers on the top corner of his screen.

He crossed the room slowly, almost zombie-like with a refilled glass of cold whisky. His tired blue eyes look out the window, shocked to find you and John standing on the icy sidewalk below your window. Druig squinted his eyes, leaning in to let his warm forehead touch the cold glass.

John didn't look happy, he had a sullen expression on his chiseled face. Something wasn't right. Wasn't this supposed to be the greatest night of your life? Why was it being cut short? Then he saw you slowly remove your jacket, gently placing it into John's extended hand. "Shit," Druig cursed under his breath as he found the sudden motivation to move quickly. Slamming his glass down on the table with a harsh thud and grabbing his leather jacket off the arm of the chair, he hurried out of the apartment.

"I'll see you around, Y/N," John told you sadly, mustering a small depressing smile. Your coat was clenched in his arms and with one final look, he walked away with his broad shoulders hunched.

Tears brimmed in your eyes, your cold hands delicately wiping them to avoid messing up the makeup you spent an hour on. A jagged breath escapes your lips. How were expected to face Druig now? You took a deep inhale with the cold air burning your lungs and turned around.

You didn't come face to face with a doorman in front of the doors but a familiar face. A worried face who held a leather jacket. "Druig," you whisper in disbelief, swallowing hard. You two stare at each other for a moment, surprised at the presence of each other.

He rushes to you and drapes the warm jacket around your barely covered shoulders. His eyes examined every inch of your face; the snowflakes that perfectly fell in your hair, your teary y/e/c eyes, and your red rose that challenged the famous reindeer's own. "Are you ok?" he asks gently, tugging the jacket closer to your body.

You avoided his loving gaze but nodded, "I'm fine," you answer meekly. The back of his hands brushed against the side of your cheek, removing one of the warm stray tears you didn't know fell.

"You don't look fine, Y/N."

You dared to look up, Druig's eyes were fixated on your face. "I couldn't do it," you tell him brokenly, a sob threatening to leave your throat. Druig furrows his eyebrows in confusion, his pink lips slightly parted. "I tried so hard to say that I loved him but I couldn't! The words never came out! I-I froze! He looked so hurt." You let the sob out, no longer holding back the tears.

Druig should have felt relieved that you didn't feel strongly about the mortal. What broke his heart was seeing you in so much anguish over it. "I love you," he blurts out suddenly, interrupting your sad ramble.

Your words came to a sudden stop, a warm feeling spreads across your entire body. His face becomes clear to you, no longer blurred by the tears. He was blushing a deep crimson, the falling snow practically melting as the snowflakes came into contact with the burning skin.

You already felt like you forgot how to breathe, now you were completely breathless, his words echoing in your mind. It felt like a lifetime standing on the cold streets with Druig searching for answers in your unreadable expression.

It was an instinct you didn't know you had until you were doing it. Grabbing Druig by the back of his neck to crash your lips into yours. A passionate kiss that puts all the ones in films to shame. His open hand quickly grasps your lower back, refusing to let you slip out of his grasp. You tangle your fingers in the soft locks of brown hair, sharply inhaling as your chest collides with his.

"You waited 7000 years to tell me you loved me?" you breathe as you part from his lips to catch your breath. Druig connected your foreheads and nodded slowly.

"I wished I told you before you met John. I wish I would've told you centuries ago," he sighs, counting all his mistakes. "I shouldn't have let you walk out that door tonight. I sh-"

"We're here now," you interrupt him calmly, "and I have been in love with you since the first time I saw you. When we saw each other across the room on the Domo."

He laughs in relief, "That's when I fell in love with you too."

Your laugh matches his, warm breaths mixing. His other arm snakes around you to pull you into a hug. With a soft hum, you bury your face into his neck. You weren't in love with someone else... your hearts belonged to each other from the very start.