HI HELLO EMMA CAN I HAVE A 💅 WITH CEDRIC DIGgoRY IN THE RAIN PLEASE? THANK,,

In The Rain

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x reader

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HI HELLO EMMA CAN I HAVE A 💅 WITH CEDRIC DIGgoRY IN THE RAIN PLEASE? THANK,,

Mud sloshed beneath Y/N and Cedrics feet as they trudged through the large courtyard. Rain poured around them, hitting the green, wet grass. Their shoes left a muddy print at every step, the mud sticking to the bottoms. Y/N’s hand was in Cedrics as Cedric pulled them through the grass. Y/N gripped onto his hand tighter as he began to go faster, as they didn’t want to slip and fall.

Despite it being late at night, Y/N had never felt more awake than now. Just by simply being with Cedric made Y/N felt more alive, more vibrant than they ever have before. Cedric made them feel happy. He made them feel special and giddy.

The two of them made their way to the Quidditch Pitch, the only thing lighting their way is Cedrics wand and the light light that came from the stars and moon above them. Y/N hadn’t ever been to the Quidditch Pitch at night. They’d never actually been to the pitch when there was no crowd. They’d say it was peaceful if there wasn’t adrenaline running through their veins and the rain pudding against the bleachers.

They made it to the middle of the pitch, and Cedric began to spin Y/N around wildly. Y/N giggled as they spun around. They could feel the water coming off their shirt, and they could hear their shoes squeaking against the mud that was surely picking up. It was slippery, but they kept their balance the best they could. Cedric stopped spinning them, causing them to stumble a bit. He grabbed onto their waist to keep them steady as he laughed before wiping his wet hair of his forehead.

Cedric and Y/N began to dance stupidly and giddily together. They wildely spun around, dancing to nothing but the sound of the rain and thunder that sang around them.

They slowed down a bit after a few minutes, calming down much more than before. They looked into each other’s eyes, the water dripping down themselves. They were cold, but that wasn’t going to stop them now. Cedric pulled Y/N closely to him, resting his forehead on theirs. Y/N looked into his eyes, a raindrop or two that was settled on his eyelashes catching their attention.

Cedric started to sway the two of them slowly as he started to hum softly. Their heart rates settled into what could’ve been one heart beat of its own that they shared amongst each other. They were completely and utterly in love with each other, and moments like these they savored.

𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐬 ♢ 𝐩. 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 ➸ 1.8k 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 ➸ fratboy!peter parker x lighter skinned!reader ; “I won’t apologize for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken.” 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ➸ SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI…. public(ish) sex, unprotected sex, creampie, choking, dry humping, fingering, teasing, wall sex, counter sex (if i missed anything, please let me know)

𝘢/𝘯 ➸ so i tried to be inclusive but this does deal with the reader having a lighter skin tone where hickeys can be shown :(( im sorry to all those who cant read this,

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the music was muffled, the thickness of the walls, which stopped the sounds of the party going on outside from filling the bathroom, surprising you as his lips moved up and down your neck, sucking lightly. you knew that it wouldn’t leave a mark, too engulfed in the feeling of peter’s lips trailing back up to yours, a small whimper sounding into his mouth as he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

his lips pecked yours, repeating his past actions and connecting with your neck yet again, sucking harder, “hey, no marks, petey.” he chuckled against your shoulder, reluctantly pulling away before he spoke.

“hi,” he whispered, the tension in the room impalpable, the feeling of your panties sticking to you from under your dress making the position you were in uncomfortable. your legs wrapped around his waist, his very noticeable hard-on felt against your heat as his hands rested on your waist, holding you up against the wall.

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The Placebo Effect p.1

pairing: draco x femslytherin!reader

warnings: probably gonna be some “mild” language (ok, coming back, i say fuck twice, so if you’re not down, now’s the time to nope out of here)

a/n: my first real writing post! please let me know if you have any feedback/constructive criticism. my requests are open, so pleaseeee send in stuff ;) also i’m not british so i deeply apologize if i don’t have enough british slang/if i misuse it…please tell me if i do!

summary: slytherin reader isn’t a big fan of draco and they argue allll the time. slughorn reshuffles potion partners the day they’re required to brew amortentia and… a little something happens. takes place in 6th year.

word count: 1,936

pla•ce•bo ef•fect (noun) ~ a beneficial effect produced by a placebo drug or treatment, which cannot be attributed to the properties of the placebo itself, and must therefore be due to the patient’s belief in that treatment.

Y/N was growing increasingly irritated with her house: the dimly lit common room that always smelled faintly like shoe polish, the dorm rooms which always chilled her to the bone, the dark green that clashed with her favorite color (pastel blue, if you were wondering), the disgusting amount of blood purity prejudice, and of course, Draco Malfoy.

He had been tolerable enough in the beginning, focusing all his chaotic energy on Potter and the rest of the Golden Trio, but ever since 6th year had started, he’d pulled back and instead moped around like a very pale golden retriever who had just been told he wasn’t ever going to play fetch again. Well, a very pale, very rude, and very rich golden retriever. As a result, Y/N had to see much more of his ridiculously pale (but admittedly very delicately structured) face.She hadn’t known peace since.

“Watch where you’re going.”

The cold and haughty voice ripped Y/N out of her thoughts as she accidentally bumped into a silk-clad shoulder. She looked up to see none other than Malfoy scowling down at her, his silver eyes narrowed and his jaw set.

“My apologies. Didn’t your mother ever tell you it was rude to block the doorway?” Y/N’s voice was sugary sweet, dripping with sarcasm.

“Yes. She also told me how improper it is to get into the pants of a muggle. I’m guessing yours didn’t buy into that lesson?” A perfectly plucked blond eyebrow raised.

Y/N felt her face grew hot. How did he know her mother married a muggle? Her mouth opened and closed as the overwhelming feeling of being lost for words overtook her.

Stay calm, stay calm. Don’t let him see that he rattled you.

Y/N set her face into a smirk that rivaled his.

“No, actually.” She readied herself to go in for the kill. “Instead, she taught me the importance of rejecting an ideology that would eventually lead to me fucking my cousin.”

With that, Y/N made her exit, slipping past Malfoy and flouncing off to the Dining Hall. Sometimes it felt good to beat that prick at his own game.

“Alright, students,” Professor Slughorn began. He clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention and cleared his throat in a way only old men could. “Today, we’re going to be brewing the most powerful love potion in existence. Can anyone tell me what this potion is?”

Pansy Parkinson’s hand shot up. Y/N rolled her eyes. When Granger wasn’t here to remind everyone how smart she was, Parkinson was always available to pick up the slack.

“Yes, Miss Parkinson.”

“Amortentia. Its aroma is different to every individual, depending on what scents you find most attractive, even if you aren’t aware of it. Consuming it will make one obsessive with infatuation.”

“Thank you, Miss Parkinson.” Professor Slughorn cleared his throat once again. Y/N felt a smile form on her face. She had a special place in her heart for the professor. He was so pure and reminded her of her grandfather…even though he was a muggle.

“I’ll assign each of you to new partners.” Slughorn’s words immediately made Y/N reconsider her previous thoughts that portrayed him kindly. She turned and sent Daphne Greengrass, her (ex) potions partner, a disappointed frown and waited to hear her name. All of the other Slytherins were intolerable or at least a little prejudiced.

This is too much for a Monday morning she thought, placing her hand on her forehead in a dramatic gesture.

“Greengrass you’re with Zabini. Nott, you’re with Parkinson. Y/L/N, you’re with Malfoy.”

The names afterwards morphed into a slush of noise that Y/N couldn’t even be bothered to comprehend. Daphne reached over and gave her shoulder a sympathetic squeeze as Y/N sat, frozen with disappointment and surprise.

This couldn’t be happening. She had done so well in his class. Why was Slughorn punishing her now? He couldn’t have missed how much of a piece of work Malfoy was, and Y/N was one of Slughorn’s favorite students. How could he betray her like this?

“Does everyone know who they will be working with today?” Slughorn’s voice pulled Y/N out of her pity party.

“Yes, Professor Slughorn.” The depressed chorus of voices in the room offered Y/N some solace that, yes, she wasn’t the only one displeased with the new seating arrangements.

“Good. Find your partner and begin. Your time starts now.”

Everyone sprung up in a mad dash to find their fellow worker and get started. Potions class was much harder now that they were 6th years, and each student needed all the time they were offered.

“Fancy this.” For the second time that day, Y/N was given the treat of being surprised by Malfoy’s voice right next to her.

“You chop, I stir.” Her words were matter-of-fact and straight to the point. She’d be damned if someone as rude as him messed up her shot at getting the highest mark.

Surprisingly enough, Malfoy nodded, flipping open the potions book to the designated page and gathering ingredients while Y/N prepared the cauldron.

Y/N almost started feeling bad for him as she stirred. The bags under his eyes were large enough to be designer and his eyes, once a bright and sparkling silver, were dull and unenthused. Perhaps she had judged him too quickly.

“Uh…Malfoy,” she began awkwardly, losing confidence once he met her eyes with a convicting stare, “I’m sorry about this morning. For calling you…er…a cousin fucker, and stuff.”

His eyebrows raised again. She wondered if his eyebrows ever got tired with how much he judgmentally lifted them.

“No. You’re not.” His tone was more defeated and uninterested than vindictive, so Y/N let it slide. They continued their work.

“Your hair.”

The phrase jolted Y/N out of her flow and forced her to look up at her partner.

“My what?”

“Your hair. It’s about to get into the potion.” Malfoy glanced down at the lip of the cauldron and back up to my face with one eyebrow cocked as if to say yeah, look. Y/N obliged and saw a single strand of her hair barely about to touch the edge of the cauldron.

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