I Can't Risk This

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m sorry for not a lot of detail. but i love it either way.

Similarities- D.M.

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1k Words

request: yes, @official-multifandom-simp

warnings: SMUT, swearing, daddy issues, fluff, angst if you squint

summary: Draco and Y/n bond over the same issues...

pronouns: she/her

house: Slytherin

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I didn't get a very detailed request, so I made it Smut with a hint of daddy issues and fluff. I hope that's ok. I also am really bad at straight smut, so don't be too mean. Thanks for the request! :)

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Y/l/n Manor...

"FUCK YOU!" Y/n shouted at her father. Her eyes grew wide. She just fucked up- there was a slap to her cheek. "You ungrateful bitch!" He hit her again, harder this time. Y/n was sobbing now. "Oh shut up you little shit!" Y/n sobbed harder. She couldn't wait till she was back at Hogwarts, her home.

Meanwhile at the Malfoy Manor...

Lucius hit his son with his cane again. Draco was crouched on the floor, tears streaming down his face. His father had just been told something that had angered him. His first instinct was of course to take it out on his son. Draco couldn't wait till he was back at Hogwarts, his home.

Platform 9 3/4

The train was just about to leave. Draco just made it on time. If his father had kept shouting at him, he'd be late. Though he would rather have his father yell than hit him. Y/n had also just made it. Her mother was trying to hide Y/n's wounds. Not heal, hide. It's better than nothing she thought. Y/n was about to enter the train when someone collided with her. "Watch it." a male voice spoke. Y/n was too tired to try and respond and just continued walking on the train, waiting for it to leave the station.

Hogwarts

The next couple of days had been stressful, nit as stressful as Draco and Y/n's home lives, but stressful. Y/n was walking along the corridor, trying to get to class, when someone bumped into her again.

"Watch it." That same male voice spoke. When Y/n looked up she saw a man with white blonde hair. "Sorry." Y/n said, voice cracking. When Draco heard this, his face softened a bit. "Are you alright?" He asked calmly. "Not really, no. Why..?" Y/n asked skeptically. "Excuse me for asking a question." He said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. Y/n huffed and started walking to her next class, but the man's arm stopped her. She tried to maneuver away from him, but failed.

Hey, just tell me what's wrong." Draco was surprised by how he was acting. "Just some family issues is all." Y/n had tears brimming in her eyes. "What about?" Draco asked. He probably should've left her alone, but something about her made him stay. "My father isn't happy with me right now, it doesn't really matter." "Hey, you can talk to me." Draco tried to be nice, but Y/n wasn't having it. "I don't even know you!" Y/n snapped. Draco sighed. "Look, if you want someone to talk to about your family issues I'm alway here. I am the king of family issues." He offered. "Yeah, well I'm the queen of family issues." Draco laughed at this.

"Draco. My name, Draco." "Well Draco, I'm.... I'm the girl of your dreams." Y/n said, trying to sound mysterious. Draco chuckled, "Can I get a name Ms. 'Girl of my dreams'?" Y/n started walking away. Before she walked into her next class, she turned around. "Y/n."

Three weeks later

Draco and Y/n have gotten really close ever since that day. They started to gain feelings, but like they were used to, they shoved them far down, away from the outside.

⇣SMUT⇣

One day, they were sitting in the restricted section of the library. They were slowly moving closer to each other without realizing it. They only did realize when they're legs touched and they looked at each other. There face was millimeters away. Y/n looked down to his lips, then back up to his eyes. She saw him leaning in and started leaning too.

Their lips touch and it felt magical. Their lips worked against each other as they started moving faster. Y/n got on his lap and ran her hands up and down his chest. She started grin on his lap, Draco groaned at the feeling. They started undressing each other, starting with shirts, then the pants, until they were left in only underwear. Y/n kept grinding on him, moaning in his mouth. When they separated, they looked into the other's eyes, their breaths heavy.

Draco gave her a loving smile and kissed her nose, then cheek, then jaw, then neck, and along her collar bone. He kissed down her breasts, then looked up at her to silently ask if he could take her bra off. She smiled back at him and nodded. When he got her bra off, he stopped and stared for a bit. "Merlin, you're perfect." he said before he started needing and licking at her breasts.

Soft moans escaped her lips as she gripped his hair out of pleasure. Y/n started tugging at the waistband of Draco's underwear. She pulled it down enough to get to his cock. She took it into her hand and started pumping (for lack of better word). Her hand moved faster and Draco was a moaning mess. He pulled Y/n's panties off and rubbed at her clit. Y/n was moaning loudly. She lifted her hips up and fell back down on his cock. She moved her hips back and forth, then bouncing up and down on his cock.

They were both too caught up in pleasure to hear the library door open. Seconds later, they were both reaching their highs, tipping off the edge. Footsteps were getting closer.

They both fell of that edge at the same time, moaning each other's name like prayer. The footsteps were now in the same room as them. "Who's there?" The voice called. Draco and Y/n snapped out of their trance. They looked at each other with wide eyes and got up quickly. They ran behind a bookshelf and got dressed.

They ran out of the library without being noticed and walked back to the Slytherin common room. They looked at each other and laughed. Y/n stopped laughing and looked at Draco with a smile. "That was..." "amazing." Y/n chuckled and went in to hug him.

Draco was taken aback by this and froze. "I'm not gonna stop till you hug me back." Y/n said with her face smushed against Draco's chest. He laughed and wrapped his arms around her. "Don't." he said. "Don't what?" "Don't stop hugging me."

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Comforting lover

a/n: i am still on a hiatus but this has been in my drafts for like 6 weeks so i figured , why not? I didn't proofread too much. Gif isn't mine <3

Pairing: Peter Parker x gn! reader

warnings: shitty writing, minimal proofreading

w/c: 1,064

comforting lover

Peter knew you as if every little part of you was tattooed on his skin and even if you plastered on fake smiles and showed everyone the fake version of who you really are, Peter was the only one who saw through all the fake smiles because only Peter noticed that the sparkle in your eyes had faded away and it broke his heart. You were always such a bright light to the cruel world and Peter knew that you were too good for this world and it pains him to see the way you’re hurting but you don’t want to worry him but he’s so in love with you that he will always notice everything about you, especially the stuff you don’t expect him to notice.

Your cheeks were hurting from having to flash fake smiles at all your friends and MJ and Betty had picked up on it almost instantly because they know you but they figured that the last thing you needed was to have more attention on you on your emotional state, they just wished that you didn’t try to pretend that you’re okay when they can see the way your hands shake and the way your smile never reaches your eyes, like it normally does. MJ and Betty exchange a look with Peter and he nods because oh god, you look so out of it and he just wants to hold you and try to help you, he wants nothing more than to hold your hand and kiss you but that’s not what friends do and he can’t think about his unrequited feelings when his favorite part of his days is in pain.

The day had finally ended and you felt a sense of relief wash over you because you wanted to be left alone, to listen to Taylor Swift in your room, but Peter was not letting you walk away from him when he had to sit in silence and watch how every star in your eye was gone. “Y/n, let me walk you home”, Peter whispered softly as he grabbed your hand, and he tried to ignore the aching feeling in his chest that screamed at him about how right it felt to hold your hand under the yellow glow of the sun.

He pushed those thoughts down as he attempted to make terrible science puns that would cause his insides to melt when he saw your face light up in vibrant hues as you threw your head back as you laughed but you didn’t even smile and he knew that something was not right, he could feel the sadness draining the happiness out of you and it killed him. He didn’t want you to feel obligated to tell him, but you were his best friend that he was in love with, he wanted you to know that you could tell him anything even if you were scared, he would never judge you, not ever.

You faced the entrance to your apartment and your frown deepened when Peter’s super hearing picked up on the sounds of other voices and he understood that you wanted to be alone and he battled his own thoughts before he whispered, “trust me” to you and he didn’t give you a chance to protest as he dragged you all the way to Central Park, he smiled goofily as he could see that little sparkle in your eyes start to return.

“Hey there, I know you’re not doing well and you don’t need to tell me, but I am here if you want to talk, but I brought you here because I wanted to cheer you up! Enjoy the show,”, Peter exclaimed as he scrolled through his playlist that he made for you, and your head snapped up when you heard the familiar tune of “Ribs” by Lorde, and your heart soared, this was your favorite song, and he remembered. Peter remembered everything about you as if his life depended on it, and if he was being honest, you were worth remembering. Peter was pulling you along and he encouraged you to let loose a little and you closed your eyes and let yourself dance.

Dancing with Peter was your freedom, to dance felt like you were a caged bird who had finally found a way out. You let yourself get lost in the movements and the feel of Peter’s hands in yours, you felt as if you were learning how to breathe for the first time, it felt so refreshing. You opened your eyes, and laughed with Peter as the rain poured down on both of you; your clothes were drenched, but neither of you seemed to care. You danced with Peter as he twirled you under the droplets that littered your skin like fresh tears and it was only when you felt yourself start to shiver that you were brought back to reality. Peter’s coffee-colored eyes glistened in adoration as he wrapped his jacket around you and held you closer to him and you didn’t even know that you spoke but as soon as the words left your mouth, you felt like the world had stopped turning. “I’ve always wanted a kiss in the rain”, You blurted out and Peter stopped short next to you and he was a stuttering mess and you looked at him expectantly. He grabbed your face, and kissed you as Lorde’s lyrics floated into the background. Peter was kissing you.

Peter’s lips have always fascinated you and you loved to watch the way he spoke, and even if you didn’t understand what he was saying, it was Peter and that was enough. You could have never imagined what it was like to feel his soft lips on yours; it was heaven and you didn’t want to be disconnected from them. You could feel the love songs that Peter’s heart sung as he kissed you with the words of a million unsent love letters.

Peter pulled away from you and looked at you with adoration that he had never hid from you, but you were too busy admiring Peter to notice that he had always been in love with you, and he always will be. You had an awful day but the sound of Peter’s laughter, the way he held you and kissed you with unwavering love, it had finally brought that color back into your life.

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