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Oliver Wood
Fred Weasley
George Weasley
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Request : yes / no @slytherincursebreaker
Pairing : Oliver Wood x fem. Slytherin Reader
Tags: friends to lovers, fluff, established relationship
Summary: A lion and a snake an odd combination for others to witness, yet it could never have been a better fit for you.
Warnings: non sexual nudity, shitty cliché writing (I'm so sorry)
A/N: Alright guys here you are. I'm not really happy how it turned out but I still hope that it's readable. Sorry beforehand :)
Word explanation :
Lassie/Lass means Girl, young women
Leannan means Sweetheart or Lover
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"Is he aware that a snake is lingering in the stands?"
"I believe so. Still doesn't make sense, why he hasn't chased her away already."
"I mean he looks completely unbothered by her presence."
"Maybe he turned colourblind?"
"Isn't she the Slytherin prefect?"
~~~~~
It wasn't the first time they saw you, they knew that you and their Captain were somehow involved with each other, which was already strange enough. Oliver Wood hated the Slytherins normally, so why were you an exception?
The first time they spotted you with him was during Oliver's 5th year.
After Harry Potter became the seeker for his team - he practically erupted from happiness and searched the whole castle for you just to tell you about this spectacular news. When he then catched you walking to your Transfiguration class he ran over to you and, before you could even ask what happened, he grabbed you by your waist, lifted you and spun you around. You couldn't comprehend the sudden of his action and let him do as he pleased, knowing that any attempt of stopping him would be useless.
"Oliver what's the meaning of this?" you chuckled. There was a spark in his eyes that let you know it had to do with Quidditch. It was pure joy reflecting in his chocolate brown iris that stared right into your own.
"I've got a seeker, Lassie. Can you believe it?Harry Potter is my Seeker!" he beams, still not letting you down. Repeating it like a mantra.
"That's really great Oliver...But can you maybe - you know, let me down again?" you suggested, can't help but smiling as he tried to carefully put you down again. Awkwardly rubbing his neck, as he finally noticed what he just had done.
"Sorry Lass, I was just so overjoyed and I really wanted to tell you first.", he apologized, a light flush crept up his neck, you didn't fail to notice.
"You don't need to apologize for being happy. I'm honored that you thought of me first.", answering truthfully. It was one thing you always adored about him - how he thought of you first no matter what.
"Of course I did. Sooooo.. I should let you go to your class now before McGonagall gives you detention."
"Oh you're right. I-I'll see you then at lunch alright." you suddenly realized the time, only having a few minutes left before the lesson would've started. You began to walk before you decided to quickly turn around again.
"Did you forget something?" he asked confused.
"Yes, I did." you got on your tiptoes and pressed a light kiss - barely touching his skin - to his cheek. "Thank you. For thinking of me." ,you turned around and ran to your classroom, before McGonagall would take points from you for being too late.
Oliver stood there dumbfounded and as still as a tree. Still feeling the warmth of your soft lips that only seconds ago were on his cheek. He put his hand to where you kissed him. Even though it was rather a quick peck, there were butterflies going crazy in his stomach. He looked down on his fingertips, seeing traces of the cherry coloured lipstick you often wore, which was now smeared on his face. He was smiling like a lovestruck idiot and unconsciously put his fingers tainted from your lipstick to his lips. This was the first time that he knew that you were more to him than a friend. Oliver remained like this for a few more minutes, just smiling and reminiscing about everything that happened that day.
He didn't know that the twins have watched the scene unfold from afar. Being speechless for the first time in their life's. Seeing how you both laughed with each other. The expression on his face different from the scowl he usually bestowed his players with.
"He's mad isn't he?"
"Of course, why else would he be with a Slytherin."
~~~~~
Oliver's players were muttering wildly, while running their laps for warm up. He might have been ahead of them all, but could still hear their gossiping across half the pitch.
"What's there to talk about?! If you have time to chit chat this much, than I'm sure another round won't hurt you!", to finalize his threat he blew into the whistle that dangled around his neck.
After another torturous round, they all agreed on confronting their captain about his unusual calmness towards your looming presence.
"Oi Wood!", Fred, being the brave one, was the first to speak up.
"What is it Weasley?", he could already imagine what they were about to ask him.
"I don't know if you noticed it but the enemy is spying on us.", he pointed at the stands to where you sat. Legs crossed and a feline expression on your face, a book that you read just seconds ago placed in your lap. The prominent green of your scarf that was wrapped around your neck - telling everything. Oliver looked up and flashed you his typical grin, happy that you came to see him, even though you told him otherwise - 'It's freezing outside! Do you want me to die from the cold?' - and so on.
"Oh you mean Y/n? Don't worry about her. I asked her to come to watch me practice.",he replied with no hint of concern at all. Like this would be normal - having one of those 'green traitors' present.
"Did you finally lost it? That's the green traitorous snakes were talking about and you invite her to our practice? Are you insane? Did she hex you?", Fred grabbed a hold of his uniform and shook him, as if that would help. Oliver, being the embodiment of calmness, just slapped his hands off him, bringing a distance between the both of them again.
"She's my friend. And it's my decision who can or can not come to watch our practices!", his statement was final.
"Since when are you friends with the enemy? With their prefect even, to make it worse.", the rest of the team gathered around him now, expecting a plausible explanation. Faces laced with distaste confronting him. It's not like you'd been hiding your affection towards each other, quiet the opposite - he displayed your friendship pretty openly - if you could still call it, what you both had, friendship. Because he was sure that you both had long ago passed that stage. So it was rather confusing to him that his team was suddenly so interested in you.
"Since we met on the train in our first year. - And now I don't want to hear any complains any longer. We're here to practice and not investigate my past and private life.", he tried to shook them off and stay professional somehow. To focus on getting this practice over, so he could spend his time with you and hear you complain about your probably exhausting day and how Snape made you do extra prefect-strolls, because he despised you.
The rest of their practice went without further interruption, much to Oliver's approval. From time to time he took a glance towards you, seeing how you cozied into your coat, your cheeks flushed red from the cold temperatures, either occupied with your nose stuck in a book or sparing him glances when he averted Quaffles flying at him. Internally he wanted to get to you and cuddle you until you were all warm again. If you were about to get sick, he would never hear the end of it. Later - he thought.
"Alright guys, practice is over!" he yelled against the cold wind.
As soon as the others where out of sight, he instantly flew towards you. Dismounting his broom and taking your gloved hand.
"Hello Lassie."
"Hello captain."
"And did you enjoy it?", he helped you up and lead you down the stands.
"As much as this cold weather allowed me to. I'm still unsure how you convinced me to come here today anyway."
"With my natural irresistable charme?", he suddenly spun you, so you would face him and walked you back so your back was pressed against the wooden railing of the staircase.
"Your a git Oliver. And you smell, go take a shower!" you laughed out. His unpredictable actions, never failed to make you loose your composure.
"I thought the scent of male pheromones was attractive for women?", he teased. Fingers reaching out to move a stray hair out of your face.
"It takes more than just your scent of sweat and pine to win me over Wood." with a bit of hesitation you brought your arms around his neck. Your eyes challenging his own.
"Please elaborate, so I know how to properly court you Lassie. I mean - talking non stop about Quidditch made you my friend after all."
"You were annoying me the whole trainride through."
"Still you stayed."
"Indeed I did. Questionable life choice of mine."
You could feel his breath against your skin. Lips merely inches from your own now. Not having noticed when he got this close to you.
"Admit it, deep down in your cold dark Slytherin heart that never saw the light of day because you live in those spooky dungeons, you love me.", it wasn't a question. Oliver Wood didn't ask questions he stated the truth. You knew him far too well for that. And he knew you too. As well as he knew that you felt the same way for him as he did. Still you wanted the tension to last a bit longer.
"That my heart never saw the light of day, as you phrased it, is actually normal, if it did I would be concerned about my health.", you teased more, testing how long it would take to make him snap. After all the captain had a reputation for being rather impatient.
"Not answering my question Lassie. Shouldn't a good student like you, know the answer to such a simple question?", he put his hands, snaking beneath your coat, on your waist, not grabbing you, just resting. The warmth of them, felt safe and secure.
"What makes you think that I'm not just using you? Maybe I'm spying for Flint. I'm the enemy after all."
"I don't believe that you'd fake seven years of friendship with me. You're too smart for that, you'd find different ways to spy on me."
-"Besides you hate Flint as much as me, if not even more.", he added.
"I am indeed way too smart for that. And Godric, do I despise Flint. - My house will outcast me for what I'm about to do.", you couldn't wait anymore, his lips were so close, his face so near. You could even see the small stubble on his face - how unlike him. Usually he shaved every two days, though you always found that his scruff made him even more attractive than he already was. Not that you would tell him, feeding his ego was a dangerous act.
"What are you a-", you didn't let him finish his sentence. Instead you pulled yourself up by his shoulders and pressed a chaste kiss on his lips. Lips slowly entertwining and his scruff lightly scratching your skin, but it couldn't have bothered you any less in that moment. Oliver being the brave one to deepen it. Hand placed in your neck to pull you closer. Body's colliding and the railing pressing uncomfortably into your lower back as his hips pressed against your own. Arching into his every touch.
"Now you have your answer. Though I believe your teammates won't like to see their Captain with a snake.", you grinned, eyes locking with his that looked back with the same amount of adoration that you felt.
"But your such a harmless one.", he cooed. Giving your side a tickle to which you jolted slightly and hit his chest in return.
"Pardon me? Did you just call me harmless?", you reacted faux offended.
"Aye, your lovely - there's nothing they needed to be afraid of.", his forehead rested against yours. Feeling every breath of yours against his.
"Maybe I have to bite you and inject my poison directly into your bloodstream."
"Mhm, maybe not a bite but I think a kiss will suffice."
"Is that so?" your voice a whisper. He never answered your question - he relied on actions.
His lips came crashing down on yours again. Steeling your breath like the first time you met. Since the love started to grow between you in the most of gentle ways possible. The lion sleeping beneath the surface, getting awakened to feast on his victim. If this was how tortured by lions felt like, you gladly would surrender to him over and over again to feel his love drowning you. Your house feud be damned.
"So what are you going to tell your team then?"
"Nothing. They can find out themselves."
"You sure that's a good idea?"
"Definitely entertaining.", he laughed. He wrapped his arms tighter around you, pulling you into a firm hug to warm your shivering body.
"So, what do you think about some hot chocolate?"
"That sounds wonderful - you're so warm. Can you please not let me go? I'm freezing to death."
"Everything you want - let me melt you Leannan."his arms enclosed tighter around your middle, he rested his head on top of yours.
"You still should shower - your sweaty, and I don't want you to catch a cold."
"Always caring so good for me. I will, but for that you'd have to let go of me. "
"Nooo... you can't. Not after you made me wait in the cold for 3 hours!" you exclaimed, looking him dead in the eyes. Now you wrapped your arms tighter around him in response, trapping him - more of an attempt than successfully.
"Then what do you want me to do Lassie?", he teased, followed by a short silence. An idea sparked in your head, though you were uncertain if you should really say it out loud.
"Maybe we can take... So maybe - I think -", the longer you thought about it the more insecurity spread within you.
Oliver cocked his head in confusion. His piercing gaze making you stumble over your words.
"Why so nervous now? Just tell me what you're thinking about in this pretty brain of yours. ", his voice assuring you that you needn't to be afraid of anything. Not with him.
"We could take a bath in the prefects bathroom...", you whispered. Something seemed to click in his mind as he took on the meaning of your words. The look of shock spread across his face. At the same time hinting some excitement to it.
"Oh... You mean together?"
"I mean not in that way. Just a bath. Nothing more. I don't want to rush anything. You know - just being close and... I just thought - you know what just forget it.", you turned your face away in embarrassment. What were you thinking? As if he would agree to something like -
"No, no - I'd love to darlin'. We don't have to do anything - I won't do anything that you don't want. Your presence alone is enough for me and if you'd want me to be dressed in the water I would do it. - I still have to take you out on a proper date, where you won't freeze to death.", he assured you. He lifted your chin and pressed another soft kiss onto your lips.
"We should head back to the castle, before you completely turn into ice, luv.", he put one arm behind your thighs and lifted you effortlessly up.
"I can still walk on my own Oliver." you stated, but not complaining to still feel his warmth engulfing you.
"That might be true - but I like to keep you close to make sure that your all warm and comfy."
"What if someone sees us? The Gryffindor captain and the Slytherin prefect? I don't want to tarnish your reputation."
"That won't be happening, don't worry about that. Should they think what they want about us. The only thing that's important to me is you. And they don't know what a wonderful Lass you are. I won't let them question my love for you.",he concluded with a proud smile. "And if they do ask a dumb question - I'll just say I abducted you. "
"What a naughty thing to do Mr. Wood. Kidnapping the enemies houses prefect. How audacious! A scandal! ", you chided, your tone hinted more amusement than seriousness. Oliver fell into laughter with you and gave your thigh a little pinch.
"Says the one that wants to take a bath with me after around ten seconds that we shared our first kiss."
"We know each other for 7 years now. I think it's appropriate."
"Admit it - you only want to see me naked. Not that I would mind.", his voice suggestive in your ear. Absentmindedly you bit your lip at the thought of his nude image.
For a few minutes the only thing that could be heard were your laughs - your banter not finding an end, as Oliver walked with you in his arms back to the castle, you guiding him towards the prefects bathroom, through the staircases.
"Just to make it clear, your mine now. And I don't share what's mine."
After you entered the bathroom, he finally let you down.
"Is that your way of asking me to be your boyfriend?", he began stripping first.
"I'm not asking - I'm stating facts. You don't have a choice. For me we were together since the moment I decided to let this annoying - Quidditch obsessed - yapping boy, be friends with me. It was always you Oliver."
Your clothes fell down to the ground alongside his. Discarded to lay somewhere on the tiles. Both your eyes crossed, wandering in admiration over the body of the other. You reached your hand out, letting it graze over the hard muscles of his torso.
"Can I?", he asked for your permission, fingers hovering only centimeters above your curves.
You nodded once. Twice.
With all hesitation gone, Oliver's hands gripped onto your waist, massaging up and down - gliding over every sensitive spot you allowed.
You took his hand in yours and walked him backwards towards the pool, down the steps until the water fully embraced you.
"I love you Leannan. - After all this time, I can finally call you mine.", his lips brushed over your knuckles.
"You know what I love the most about us.", you mused in trance from this new sensation. The intimacy of the situation.
"Tell me Lassie.", he grabbed the soap bar from a side tray and massaged the foam into your wet hair.
"It doesn't feel different to before. Each of my friends always tell me how they want a dramatic love confession, a picture perfect fairytale. They dream about heart wrenching dialogues, screamed at each other in the rain and passionate kisses. But I think it doesn't need to be that way....-mhh you're really good at this.... Our love happened over time. Quiet and slow. At some point it was just there, even though we never spoke about it. We didn't need all that drama to know what we feel for each other. - I truly love you Oliver Wood.", your head came resting on his chest as you let him take care of you.
As you washed each other with careful precision the time seemed to stand still. Hands mapping the other, mouths exchanging kisses and whispered promises, every nerve in your body being completely occupied with him. It was new - uncertain in a way, but you would explore it all together and that was all you needed to know. That you had forever together.
"So you're not mad, that I asked you on a random day at a even more random moment to be in a relationship with me?", his accent broke through the silence.
The unexpectedness of his question along with the doubt in his voice made you laugh like a hysterical guinea pig.
"No, why should I? Everything with you is perfect to me. You could've asked me - passing in the hallway and I would still say yes.", walking over to the benches in the pool, you made him sit down first, so you were able to settle yourself straddling his lap. -"Technically you didn't ask me to be your girlfriend, - you were just being a cocky git."
"But you love me for it."
"Maybe...", you slung your arms around his neck and pulled his lips on yours again. You could never get enough of him.
~~~~~
You were walking alone through the hallways after your last class of the day, heading back to your dorm and to unwind a bit before dinner. When suddenly a pair of hands laid themselves over your eyes, blocking your vision. Your back colliding with a solid body behind you and an all so familiar cologne clouding your senses.
"Who am I?", he whispered into your ear. That deep voice dripping from his Scottish accent, confirming your suspicions.
"Oliver - what are you doing?", you questioned, while a smile spreaded on your face. You haven't seen Oliver all day long, because of how busy you two were. His hands placed themselves on your waist and quickly turned you around so he could admire you in your full glory.
"I was searching for my Leannan."
"Well you found her now. So what do you want?" you said, grinning up to him.
"Do I need a reason to see my enchanting girlfriend?"
"No you don't. I'm glad to see you."
His lips were gentle on yours, leaning down to match your height and sweep you of your feet at the feeling you missed all day long after yesterday's events.
"Before I forget it, I made some notes for you in Arithmancy, there should be-", you wanted to grab them from your bag but he stopped you in your tracks, grabbing your hands to sling them around his neck and then attacking you with endless kisses again. Trailing down towards your neck, even sucking a hickey here and there.
"We still have time for that.... later..... I just.... want you.... right now.", he mumbles in the short seconds he pulled away to catch his breath. His mouth did a very convincing job, it was indeed better than talking about boring school stuff.
You were drowning out your surroundings, uncaring, only you both existed in this moment. Submerged in the feeling of his searing hot kiss, his tongue entertwining with your own - engaging in a fight on who has the upper hand. Tasting each other with desperate need. With every second his kiss grew bolder and wanting. Your hands tousling his short hair, searching for something to hold onto. You didn't wanted it to end, craving more and more - Oliver's hands wandered behind your thighs and-
"What's the meaning of this?"
You both parted in shock at the interruption. Caught, lips swollen, short of breath and more than flushed red faces that could rival his house colour. There was no sense in denying anything you both just engaged in.
"Yes , why is your tongue all the way shoved down the throat of this snake? Do you want to explain yourself Wood?", Angelina spoke up, eyeing you with - what you could say, was pure distaste and that was still too nice of a word.
Your eyes looked over to Oliver's who seemed quiet unimpressed given your situation. Feeling his hand back on your waist and possessively pulling you into his side.
"What's there to explain? You have eyes don't ye?", he scoffed.
Wide eyed you stared up at him. How could he be so unmoved about this whole situation? His voice remained calm and composed. He wasn't ashamed of being caught by his team with you, he was proud to be together with you. Keeping his promise.
"I think what our sweet Angelina tries to say here is - Why are you engaging with a Slytherin and quiet literally eat her face in the middle of the hallway?", Fred stepped in, getting hummed agreement with the rest of the Quidditch team that rounded you.
"She's my Leannan. I don't see anything wrong here." he answered short. You could tell by the look on his face that he found this way too entertaining to rile them up.
"How can you call someone like her your Sweetheart? Are you mad? She's a Slytherin!", Angelina interrupted again, shoving Fred out of the way, who held her back just a second ago.
"But she's the kindest of them all. Why are you so blinded by prejudices? You never even cared to get to know her! So don't you dare to say anything bad about my girlfriend." he stated, the grip on your waist tightend and you looked smiling up at him.
"Kind? She dragged me and Fred by our ears to McGonagall the other day! She may look kind but she is far worse than Percy was."
"You were setting off Dungbombs in the corridors for Filch after curfew! I'll just take my prefect duty serious, can you really blame me for that? Besides you tried to flee from me or should I say cons from the consequences of your actions? ", you defended yourself.
"Alright I give you that. But are you sure she hasn't hexed you?"
Why were they talking to him like you weren't standing right next to Oliver? Hearing their harsh accusations still hurt a little even after all those years of being unaccepted from your own house.
"I bet she seduced him and bribed him with sexual favors to distract him from winning the House Cup. It must be all Flints plan." ,Angelina accused you.
Alright that was definitely overstepping some kind of boundaries now.
" I didnt-" before you could defend yourself any further Oliver cut you off.
"Enough! - That's enough! I can understand that you are suspicious of a Slytherin-alright. I can understand that you all worry. But I won't let you insult my girlfriend like this. You don't even know her or cared to get to know her at all. You just saw us and framed her for all the wrong doings her house had done. If you even slightly tried and gave Y/n a chance, you could see for yourself how wonderful she is. I love her and I won't let you question that!", he bursted out in anger. His team looked speechless at his sudden confession of emotions. Surprised that he could feel emotions so strong for something besides his favorite sport.
"Oliver look we didn't mean to-", George tried to soothe the tension between all of you.
"Oh, but you did.", he mocked, " You all meant everything you said, don't you dare deny it. I'm disappointed to say the least. You want to call yourselfs Gryffindors? Living blinded by prejudices and in spite against someone completely innocent? She hasn't done anything but supporting me throughout all these years. She was there for me when no one else was there. Yes, she's a Slytherin. But she's also a half blood in a power position that suffers the same under all those pureblood idiots, who won't except her."
You could feel the anger radiating from within him. His grip on your waist had tightened, as he held you close to protect you, as if he tried to shield you from them.
You needed to do something before this whole predicament could escalate any further.
"Oliver, it's alright. I'm used to this, don't get angry at them. I can see that they care for you deeply and just want to protect you from any harm. Their your team and you're their leader - so of course they'd get worried. I understand that. I can't really blame them." you tried to calm him down. Cupping his face with your hands to pull his face to your height. Foreheads touching, noses brushing against each other and you felt his breathing settling into a slower pace again. "Don't be angry with them."
"I'm sorry luv', - I'm sorry. But I can't tolerate it if someone speaks ill of you."
"I know Oliver. My big and strong protector that I couldn't live without.", you were glad that his voice sounded softer again, with the anger reduced at least a bit.
"You're getting soft Lassie."
"I do not."
"Keep telling that yourself.", he gave your still swollen lips a quick peck.
"Alright alright, we get it. Your madly sickenly in love with each other. Please just stop with... with all this lovey dovey behavior - it's almost disgusting. We believe you - ok?", they finally had seen enough of your public display of affection. They didn't wanted a revue show of your snogging. Seeing their Captain like this - lovesick would be fitting of a word - felt somehow disturbing.
"I think you forgot something." with his eyes he glanced towards you and then back at his players.
"We're sorry Y/n... for accusing you for hexing him. Can you forgive us?", their apology didn't came out through gritted teeth and sounded almost sincere.
"I don't know if I can... after all I'm the bad villainous snake your asking right now. What do you say Oliver?" you said bluntly with a light tease seeping through. You heard Oliver letting out a quiet chuckle at your remark, catching on to you.
"I think you can. They do seem to be sincere, though I will definitely think of some kind of punishment - to make sure they learned their lesson of course. Do you think a few hours of extra training will do? I believe you will be nice to her from now on." his question directed rhetorical towards his team.
The answers were a kind of mumbling and annoyed nodding of heads. That was however due to the fact of the implied extra training hours and not towards you.
"I will forgive you and I really hope that we can go along with each other as we will probably see us more often now. I promise you, by everything I love, that I will never do your Captain any harm or to having any kind of ill intentions with him.", you promised, hand on your heart - it seemed fitting.
"Now that this is settled...please excuse us. We both have some urgent matters to tend to.", he put his hand on your hip and guided you in the opposite direction.
"Ehm Oliver... where are we going? And what supposed urgent matters do we have to tend to?", you asked him confused. Giving one last glance to his teammates that either looked confused or made a gagging noise.
"Make sure you don't loose your tongue in her throat, when you snog her!", George shouted after you both - or was it Fred? You couldn't tell. Oliver seemed to ignore the vulgar comment and just focused on getting you to a more private place.
"Call me greedy but I still need more of your sweet taste darlin'."
He pushed the door of an empty classroom open and dragged you inside by your waist. Strong arms hoisting you on top of a desk, him standing between your legs.
"Maybe you did bewitch me Lassie. I can't get enough of you."
"You're a very greedy lion Oliver Wood."
"I can't help myself when I have such a beautiful girlfriend. You're the best thing that ever happened to me."
"Better than Quidditch?" you questioned.
"Definitely."
He pushed you to the edge of the table and dove right back in to kissing you. Drawing out a surprised moan from you. His tongue swiping over the light opening of your lips, asking for permission to enter, to which you all too happily complied.
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fandom etiquette as a whole died when people who didn’t grow up on fandoms became stans during lockdown, yes, but why am i seeing people openly mocking fics on twitter. why am i seeing screenshots of fics with captions like “bro what is this 😭.” why am i seeing people mock fic writers for not knowing how sports or theater or college or any other organization operates in the real world.
“college is absolutely nothing like this” “why are we writing four people on the team scoring a hat trick in one game” “so tech work is nothing like this, hope that helps!”
if you don’t like a fic, and if you can’t suspend your belief enough to enjoy a fic that exaggerates or ignores real-world orgs, you don’t have to read it. you don’t have to screenshot it and put it on blast for twitter. you don’t have to post a link to it in the replies. the back button is literally there on your phone. it’s not giving baby’s first fandom anymore, it’s giving entitled asshole and it isn’t as cute as you think it is.
fanfic writing culture isn’t “oh dang! I wanted to write about this prompt with this character but someone else already wrote it, so now I can’t”.
fanfic writing culture is always “two cakes is better than one. the more the merrier. there can ever be enough fics of this character with this prompt!”
So I almost finished all my exams of the year and can finally breath again. And I'm starting to work on my requests again. Curenntly they're about 4 that will be released sometime over the next months as I still have some of my own drafts that are waiting to be finished. Also I'm already planning on a Halloween and Christmas Special so be prepared ;).
Thank you for all the feedback, followers and requests. They're motivating me to keep on writing and to improve myself.🫶🏼
My next fic will probably be released in the next two weeks.
Sending much love and a cry for help from the heat🫠. (autumn and winter are the better seasons, you can't convince me otherwise)
Sincerely, your coffee addict☕
P.S.: if you may have ideas or wishes for the specials, feel free to send me a message
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-loves to call you pet names, especially darling or sweetheart.
-shows his affections openly. Doesn't hesitate to kiss you in public and show everyone that you're his girlfriend. But also small and more secretive touches, like grazing your knuckles with his fingertips, placing his hand on the small of your back, to assure you that he's there with you. To see the small reactions you make by how his touch affects you.
-tries to make you laugh when your sulking or being angry at him. Only when you smile or laugh can he go on about his day.
-teases you about your height, if your shorter than him. Will use you as his personal arm rest, just to rile you up.
-is a gentlemen at heart. Treats you with the utmost respect. Will give his everything to be the best version of himself and boyfriend for you.
-constantly yaps about you towards his friends or family. Telling them how beautiful and perfect you are.
-he gets handsy when you're together. Definitely loves to rest his hands on your hips or waist. Hugs are a non negotiable, he just wants to keep you as close as humanly possible.
-if you're sitting or standing far away from him, he will look longingly at you like a lovesick fool. Never getting tired from admiring your beauty. He sometimes can't believe that you really chose him as your partner and gets reminded of how much he loves you.
-dedicates jokes to you to show his love. Your smile is everything he needs to feel good.
-gives you a forehead kiss every time he sees you before he places one on your lips. Getting addicted to your taste, and doesn't want to stop, only when he is reminded to breath and you both are left with no air, he will reluctantly pull away from you. For about 2 seconds before he will dive in for another knee-weakening kiss.
-drags you into hidden away alcoves when you walk alone through the hallways, getting startled. But as soon as you see his mischievous smile, you playfully hit him on his chest and chastise him. Which makes him smile even more. Leading to him pressing you against the stone wall and stealing kiss after kiss from you, until your breathless and forgot where you even were heading to.
-gives you his sweater or jacket when he notices that your cold and insists that you wear them. Finds it adorable how big his clothes look on you.
-loving you feels as natural as breathing to him.
-if you're having an argument, he will make you talk it out, no matter how long it would take. It's you against the world and not at each other. Will make you falter either with a joke or just pulling you in by your waist and kiss you stupid, that you forget what the argument was even about.
-that man indulges in pleasuring you. He never expects something in return for it. Showers you with gifts, gestures - literally everything to see you happy.
~suggestive/spicy~
-will whisper the most dirtiest promises in your ear at the most inconvenient of times. A cocky smirk etched on his face, when he looks at your face to see your eyes blown wide and red creeping up your neck.
-tries to make you as vocal as possible to let everyone know who makes you feel this good. Knows every place he has to kiss and bite to get you screaming his name.
-your neck looks like a battlefield by the time he's done with you, covered in blue and purple marks from all the lovebites he gave you.
-likes to tease you throughout the whole day to get you hot and bothered, by bold touches, telling you what he's gonna do with you as soon as the night strikes, leaving kisses that'll make you want more but never giving you enough
-playfully gives your behind a smack one time, as your always so responsive for him, gets surprised when you moan even louder and clench your walls around him. He will definitely remember it for the future.
-will make you cum on his fingers or mouth at least two times before he makes you fall apart on his cock. By the end of the night your legs are trembling and your brain can't form a coherent sentence at all.
-always makes time for you between practice and classes, because you are his first priority. Knows that he can get very caught up with Quidditch, but as soon as you feel even slightly neglected he will change his schedule for you and take you out on a date.
-invites you to watch him during practice, tells you that you are his motivation, deeming he plays better when you are there. Will definitely show off his skills, just to impress you.
-physical affection is his love language, always has his hands on you. Sitting together during meals, his hand is on your thigh. Walking together to class, he guides you with his hand on the small of your back. He
-demands a kiss before every match for good luck which often turn into full on make out sessions, because he is that greedy.
-when you cuddle he likes to let his hands wander and roam over your body, eventually resting on your behind and giving it a taunting squeeze.
-makes you wear his jersey during matches, to let everyone know that you are his girl (after the game he won't let you take it off, while he pins you down on his bed and cherishes you, because you are the greatest prize he could have ever wished for)
-loves it when you get mouthy to get a reaction out of him. He only raises an eyebrow when you decided to roll your eyes at him, as his last warning for you. Without another word he will throw you over his shoulder and carry you to his dorm to give you a lecture in private as a little reminder to not challenge his authority and give you all the attention you just demanded from him.
-if he does loose a match, be prepared that you're the one that he will take his frustration out on. He drags you into the locker room after everyone has left, his mouth harsh and demanding against yours. Clothes are getting removed along the way, the trail of it leading to the showers. He lifts you by your thighs and pushes you against the wall. After what felt like hours and the tiled room being foggy from steam, the sound of screaming, moans and growls echoing from the walls came to a stop. Oliver will instantly make sure that you feel good, peppers your skin with kisses as he apologizes for being so rough with you.
-pulls you into his lap at any given time just to see you get flustered. His hands grasping your waist firmly so you can't flee from him.
-Oliver Wood is a jealous man. Gets jealous as soon as he sees you talking with another guy. He doesn't hesitate to walk over to you and pull you into his side or let's his arms sneak around your middle, resting his head on top of yours, letting your opposite know that your taken.
-marks your neck and chest in hickeys. It makes him feel possessive to see you covered in his marks. Can't help but chuckle to himself when you try (and fail) to cover up the purple and blue spots the next morning.
-knows that you love his Scottish accent and purposely uses it more when he talks to you (especially when he wants to rile you up)
-every time you give him a massage after a hard training session - he'll make sure to reciprocate the favor by pleasuring you until you're a blabbering mess.
-enjoys the comfort when you both are just laying together on the large carpet in front of the fireplace in his dorm. Finding peace in the presence of each other. Humming pleased as you let your fingers play with his hair and your face is nuzzled in his chest.
- manhandles you without noticing it. He just isn't aware of how strong he really is. So it often happens that he pulls you closer too harsh - making you stumble into him. Or when he grabs onto you - be it hips, waist or wrists-, leaving marks, because of his firm grip he naturally has.(not that you would mind)
-your pleasure comes before his own. Always makes sure that you will cum first, it's not about him it's about you, even during the times he's treating you rougher after a long day, he'll make sure that your satisfied.
Just a little update from me, requests and other posts will probably require a bit more time as I have a lot of exams coming up over the next two weeks🥲 . And I really need to focus on studying right now, but I get to work on them as soon my exams are over. I hope you can understand. My requests will still be open, they just will be posted later.🫶🏼 ^^
Here's a little list of prompts for inspiration. To request you can either send me your own idea, get inspired by my prompts or make a little trinket box. You don't have to pick from everything, but the more specific the better. You can also combine (if it fits) multiple trinkets from the same category or create your own and mix.^^
Have fun creating ;)
Type
Headcanon
Oneshot
Characters
Oliver Wood
George Weasley
Fred Weasley
Setting
💜 Fluff
❤️🔥 Smut
❤️ Steamy
💚 Slow Burn
🤎 Comfort
🩷 Domestic
Tropes
🦋 Established Relationship
🐛 Friends to Lovers
🪲 Enemies to Lovers
🐝 Roommates to Lovers
🦢 FWB to Lovers
🦪 Married
Randoms
🍇 Accidental Position
🍈 Pollen or something similar
🍊 Intoxication
🫐 Truth or dare
🍒 Spin the bottle
🥥 Soulmates
🫖 Forced Proximity
🍰 Jealousy
🍓 Adulthood/after school
🍬 Misunderstandings
🍋 Oral Fixation
🍎 Bending over
🍅 Seven Minutes in Heaven
🥐 Strip Poker
🍯 Walking in on you changing
🧇 Manhandling
🍭 Study Session
🍋🟩 Massage
🍐 Putting a hand over the others mouth
🥞 Partners for a project
🍄🟫 Injury
Relationship Dynamics
💐 Grumpy x Sunshine
🌸 Golden Retriever x Black Cat
🪷 Jock x Shy Reader
🌱 Jock x Nerd
🏵️ Nerd x Bully
🌼 Tease x Flustered
🪻 Oblivious x Flirty
🌷 'just friends' (cough)
🌲 Reckless x Caretaker
🍂 Clumsy x Caretaker
🍁 Yapper x Listener
🌿 Insecure gf x Obsessive bf
🍄 People Pleaser x Protector
Places
🌑 Prefects Bathroom
🌕 Quidditch Pitch
🏛️ Great Hall
🌙 Room oof Requirement
☀️ Common Room (please specify which house)
🪐 Hogsmead (please specify which place)
⭐ Own Flat
☁️ Own House
🌩️ WWW
⚡ Quidditch World Cup
❄️ Classroom ( please specify which one)
☄️ Greenhouse
🔥 Locker Rooms
🌊 Dormitories
🧭 Prefects Tower
🕰️ Library
🌌 Astronomy Tower
🍪 Kitchens
🩸 Hospital Wing
💧 Black Lake
🪨 Private Dormitories
⛲ Formal Event
SMUT/Steamy
🕯️ Spanking
⛓️ Restraints
🔔 Making out
✨ Oral f. or m. receiving
🔮 p. in v sex
🗡️ fingering f. receiving
🪞 teasing
🎀 d/s undertones
🫧 shower/bath/hot tub sex
🗻 being snowed in together and sex in front of the fireplace
🪄 Sex after a long time not seeing each other
🪡 Lingerie
🏹 Revealing clothes
🪭 Uniform/working clothes/ any type of clothing, etc. (please specify what type/works also for non smut/would do with roleplay)
💄 Dirty Talk
🏮 Wet dream
🎙️ Voice Kink
Dialogue
-"Is that an order?"
-"Your naughty"
-"Make me"
-"I dare you"
-"if you want me to shut up so badly then come over here and put your hand over my mouth otherwise -"
-"Stay put!"
-"so bossy"
-"i'm not jealous. you're just mine."
- "That shirt’s doing you no favors. Take it off."
-“Baby. Come to bed.” “Just a second-” “No. Now, or you're sleeping on the couch.” “Alright, alright. I'm coming.”
-“You got your notes wet.” – “I know something else I could–” – “Do not finish that sentence.” – “You're smiling.”
-“What's the probability of you and me in bed together?” – “Decreasing by the second.” – “I don't know what that means.” – “… And somehow it is increasing now.”
-“You’re hot.” “Thank you, love, but I don’t think right now is the time to—“ “You’re burning up. You have a fever.” “Oh.”
(some dialogue prompts are from different creators, all rights belong to them)
>by choosing some prompts the story will automatically take place after school, otherwise it's set in their last year in school<
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Pairing :Oliver Wood x fem. bunny hybrid reader (just ears I guess, it will explain itself throughout the story)
Summary: Being a bunny hybrid wasn't always easy, due to many stereotypes and prejudices that came with it, but it got even worse since you turned 18 and needed to find your mate. Which just needed to be your best friend Oliver Wood. But how could you get the guy whose mind is constantly occupied with Quidditch to accept you. (I'm shitty at summaries, sorry)
Tags: hybrid au, finding ones mate, set during 7th year, fluff, smut, flirty banter, tension, characters are 18
Warnings: uncanon in many ways, smut, fingering f. receiving, sex, marking... (probably forgot something)
A/n: Alright I finally finished it. I worked over a month on this and had to rewrite it multiple times. I think this is the longest fic I've ever written. I really hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it, even though I had many creative blocks during it. I always love to receive feedback and requests from you guys. (by the way : how do I make a masterlist? Help?)
I'll definitely consider to write for different characters soon.
The Gryffindor common room was quieter than usual. Only because most students already retreated to their dormitorys in these late hours. Leaving you and just a few other students behind. You were currently seated on one of the loveseats by the fireplace, with your nose deep in a book about magic history to study for your upcoming Newt exams. You heard them before anyone else did. Your ears that used to hang floppy from your head, angled themselves and made out murmuring from outside of the entrance. That's when the portrait hole swung open and exhausted looking Quidditch players - that grumbled and cursed their Captain, entered the beforehand quiet space.
They all were freshly showered, but at the same time they looked as if they all got hit with multiple Bludgers in the ribcage.
Some made a beeline for their beds while others decided to linger a bit more in the common room. You felt someone taking a seat right next to you and an all to familiar scent engulfed you. You didn't have to look up to see who it was.
"Good evening Captain, are we done tormenting your players? It seems like you developed new torturing methods. " you asked playfully, your eyes not leaving the pages before you, though you stopped reading them minutes ago.
"You rather mean, done torturing me. Practice was disastrous. No matter what I said or ordered them to do , no one seemed to even want to follow my orders and during strategy talk no one was listening too. Harry even flew into a goalpost, because of a Bludger the twins chased him with! Can you believe that? So of course I had to be more strict during training." he groaned out frustrated. He slouched back, head hanging over the rest and legs in a wide manspread. You tugged your legs under you to give him more space to let his body relax. From your position you got a perfect look of your best friend. He wore a quarterzip that used to fit him loosely back then but now hugged the biceps over his crossed arms tightly. His broad chest and shoulders fitted it perfectly. And you could swear you saw a trace of the outline of his abs through the fabric. The zipper was pulled all the way down, letting you take a peak of the exposed skin that he normally hid under sweaters and shirts. He knew how attractive he was and he completely used it for his benefit. If Oliver Wood wanted something, he would get it somehow.
"Aww, poor you.", you cooed teasingly at him. To which he lifted his head in your direction and raised an eyebrow.
"Be nice." - "I could really use something comforting right now. I came in hopes of my Lass showing some concern for me, all I'm getting is a brat.", there was a rasp in his tone that probably came from shouting orders the past hours.
"Hmm, let me think of something." Your ears reacted almost separately from your body, with one of them lifting and slightly grazing over his cheek.
"You're tickling me." he stated but closed his eyes from the soft feeling of your ears caressing the side of his skin, making him fall more into his accent than he normally would have used. Secretly he loved your ears and how fluffy and soft they always were - and especially that he was the only one, that you had allowed, to touch them.
" I can stop if -" your ear retracted for a second.
"No!", his protest came out more abruptly than he wanted to. "I mean - It's quite nice, don't stop...."
You lifted an eyebrow.
"....please",came his reply a bit reluctantly.
"Aye Captain, your wish is my command.", you didn't recognize that Oliver's lips curled into a light smirk as you called him Captain. You couldn't know it, but it did something to him. A well known feeling coiling in his gut that felt a bit like possessiveness.
"At least I have you Lassie. You would never be as cheeky as them."
"I won't promise."
"Brat."
"I will revoke your ear privileges then.", you provoked him even more, though you didn't stop your ear from showing its affection towards him -couldn't.
"You wouldn't dare."
"Try me."
" You better take that back or-"
"Or what? Oh please - your all bark no bite - Captain."
"You little brat.", his hand was already hovering over your shoulder, like warning to what was coming next.
"See I knew it - just words. But I have to admit your accent does make you sound more serious. Though your just like a harmless -"
"If I were you, I would be careful on what you're going to say next."
"Puppy."
"That's it. Aye, you come here!"
Before you even got the chance to escape him - his hands grabbed you by your waist and hauled you towards him right into his lap, like you weighed nothing. Instantly he began tickling your side, making you squirm and laugh hysterically. Letting you forget about the closeness you were in or how it might look to any bystanders.
" Oliver...please....stop....I - I'm sorry...I give up... Alright - I take.... it back....Mercy please!", you cackled, trying to breathe.
"What are you takin' back?"
"That I wanted to take away your ear privileges?"
"And? What else?", he followed up.
" That I mocked your seriousness?"
"I'm starting to believe that you don't want to apologize at all. Do I need to change my methods of punishment? Maybe I should-"
"Alright, I'm sorry for calling you a puppy.", but you couldn't help yourself and added, "When you're clearly a big, strong intimidating lion."
"You really are set on testing my patience today. Ask my players - they'll tell you how much of a tyrant I can be. You wanna see for yourself?"
"Alright I'm sorry. Forgive me"
"See - I knew you could be well behaved."
"Only because I didn't want to suffocate. Usually I don't give up this easily.", you peeved, your body automatically leaned into him and your ear started to caress his skin again.
" I would never let ye suffocate darlin'. What would I do without my adorable bunny friend that brings me treats after my hard and demanding training.", he cooed, your angry pout making him display his usual boyish grin.
" That's what your concerned about that you don't get your sweets anymore. - And don't call me adorable."
"Oh but you are. You're endearing Lassie."
"Whatever...", you grumbled, knowing that arguing with him any longer would lead you nowhere. A game he would invariably win.
"Your spoiling him." - "Yeah, why don't we get such special treatment. That's unfair. Overall are we the ones who are suffering under his wrath.", the twins complained with an over dramatic voice, wiping a non existing tear away and dropping into the couch opposite of you.
"Because she is my best friend and -" he pointed at the gold pendant dangling from a velvet ribbon that fitted like choker around your neck that he gifted you when he became Captain, "I'm her favorite player. See the Roman numeral here, - a one for Wood. Not a five or a six. Besides your behavior during practice gives you no right for demanding a reward."
"Y/n your pampering a tyrant right there. He made us run eight laps around the pitch. Eight! Don't you have any pity for us at all?"
"Not really. I'm still a bit mad at you, because of your new little invention that coloured the fur of my ears purple! Count yourself lucky that I'm only a bunny hybrid and not a dragon hybrid or I would've set your asses on fire."
"What a cruel woman you are.", George exclaimed and put a hand on his chest as if you had shot him.
"And here I thought bunnys were friendly and shy little creatures. But you sure are a feisty one.", Fred stated.
"There's a first time for everything. Just because my instincts and my behavior are the ones of a bunny, doesn't mean that I can't be a tad bit spiteful Weasley.", you shifted a bit to get in a more comfy position. In the process your ear stopped stroking across Oliver's cheek. He let out a disapproving huff but didn't say more to it.
Fred wasn't really wrong. As they were plenty different hybrids, you were a bunny. The type that was labeled as quiet and friendly and lacked physical strength. - Which was completely false, you had a certain strength, mostly in your legs but you'd take everything you'd get. Making you an easy target for those people who thought about them or generally every hybrid, in an oversexualized, fetishized way. Some even made lists on which hybrids they wanted to or had already laid. And bunnys just seemed to be of great interest for many.
You really tried to prove those prejudices wrong, trying to be more bold but your outer appearance made this almost impossible. Hybrids wear their animal traits on the outside. A dragon could have a tail and horns, a deer his antlers and so on. It all varied from hybrid to hybrid. You were glad that you only had your ears and not a tail. In contrary to Animagi that needed to go through a long process to turn into an animal-Hybrids were born with their animal traits - being categorized as magical creatures due to it, as they were the kids from a wizard or witch and a shapeshifter.
Oliver was the first person that hadn't reduced you to you being a hybrid. He saw you as yourself. A girl with dreams and interests. Like you saw the boy behind his Quidditch obsession - he saw the girl behind the long bunny ears. That was the reason why you became such great friends in the first place.
"I'm gonna head to bed now. It's quiet late already and I have potions tomorrow. Goodnight guys.", with that you stood up and made your way up the staircase. Oliver's touch lingering a bit longer than necessary, but you didn't took notice of it. He has always been physically affectionate towards others. Though with you, he hadn't had any boundaries - which you never seemed to mind before.
"Sleep well Lassie.",you heard Oliver call after you. You already dissappear behind the spiral staircase as your ears began twitching in contentment.
It was hard hiding your feelings from Oliver, even more so, because he loved keeping you close to him.
Ever since your 18th birthday your instincts were even sharper and more demanding. Especially in terms of finding your.... mate.
And it seems like your mind was very determined to letting you know that Oliver was your perfect fit. You felt everything more intense than before. Too many different fragrances and smells were overwhelming. Noisy places were pure torture as your hearing has gotten more sensitive. And physical affection changed. Suddenly your ears were tender to any kind of touch. Once Oliver caressed them to calm you down after some git tried to get his way with you, which happened more often than you liked, and you almost started purring from the feeling that he ignited in you. Since then you did everything to be more cautious around him. What turned out to be more difficult than you imagined as your ears seemed to have a mind of their own around him, just like now. So often you found yourself forgetting everything and each rule you set in terms of him as soon as he was around you. You would've started to get all frisky with him if you hadn't excused yourself to bed - also owed to him keeping you in his lap the whole time and not showing any indication on letting you leave any soon. His pecks looked just so biteable in that quarterzip.
Oliver didn't show any signs of returning your romantic feelings or he was oblivious to having any - considering he had feelings that weren't reserved for Quidditch. Or were you reading all these signs wrong? He was always occupied with Quidditch, strategy talk for Quidditch, training and working out- also for Quidditch. There wasn't any space for romance or a relationship in his life. You shouldn't be that greedy and expect something he might never give you. So you clinged onto the little things and moments he did bestowed you with, like the necklace you never took of since the day he gave it to you. It made you feel like you belonged. Belonged to him, even just a little bit and that should be enough for you. At least until you figured out a way to get over him, if this was even possible, or with him. Until then you had to play pretend.
~~~~~
"Oliver can we please go now. We've been here for two hours already!"
"Just give me a few more minutes. I still haven't decided yet."
You've been looking through Quidditch supplies for hours now and Oliver was so indulged in buying new gear that he seemed to completely forgotten the time. But you thought that he just loved being surrounded by his life essence - Quidditch. Your feet and back were aching from standing so long.
"Just take this bloody pair. You've been ogling these for the past months. What's stopping you? You've written about them in almost all of your letters over break."
"I know but, these ones are also really good. And the leather is nicely done too. But with the other ones the stitching is better."
"Oliver, just choose the pair that you desire the most."
"Your right Lassie, I'll take these."
"Finally!", you sighed in relief.
"I'll just go and pay quickly and let it get delivered to me per owl, you can go ahead and wait outside."
He took the pair of gloves and went to the register, while you made yourself on the way out. Leaving the smell of leather and polish behind.
Oliver joined you not long after you waited for him. His arm snaked around your waist, startling you but not making any effort to change your position in his arm. Though his proximity was making you way to giddy again. You didn't want him to suspect anything.
"Oi Lassie, I'm all finished now. We can go to Honeydukes and I'll buy you some sweets. What do you think?"
"Can I get some Chocolate Cauldrons then?"
"Everything you want darlin'. See it as compensation for your patience with me."
"Then I also want some Sugarquill's.", you were beaming at the thought of eating your sweet cravings soon, "-Oh and some Fudge too."
"Carefull, the last time you had this many sweets, you were so high on sugar that you ran 5 laps around the Quidditch pitch in record time - that shouldn't be humanly possible. - You even outran my best players."
"Firstly it's not humanly possible because I'm part animal - you nitwit, and secondly this was ages ago, I've gotten my sugar intake under control now."
"Sure you do... Though I could swear that I saw a girl with her bunny ears all perked up - that looked very much like you - running the stairs up and down of the astronomy tower the other day, right after I saw you eating a bunch of cauldron cakes. Must've been my imagination."
"You caught me there. - But I promise you that I will dosage it properly."
"Don't worry, I'll get you everything you want."
"Thank you captain."
'Everything for you' , he thought. A look of deep adoration - something far more than just a friend should, was gleaming in his eyes, and he knew that.
By the end of your conversation you arrived at Honeydukes. The shop wasn't too overrun by students, so you took your time, picking out between these many colorfull sweets and treats. Oliver was always on your trail - right behind you and prepared to carry everything you gave him.
He knew that whatever you had wanted, he would never say no to you. Not when you looked this excited about something as simple as sugar in different variations. Not when your ears were constantly twitching from joy. His heart made a jump at the sight of you.
"That should be everything."
You snapped him out of his thoughts, looking expectingly up at him. In response he looked down at his loaded arms. Holding a couple of your different favorites. Smiling as he spotted the amount of fudge you gave him.
"Do you want to get something too?"
"Oh no, you know I have a strict diet-"
" - so I can be in top form for Quidditch.", you interrupted him and finished his sentence in a teasing deep timbre and mimicking his accent.
"I do not sound like that."
"You do."
"I do not."
"Certainly do."
"Lassie.", his voice sounded like a warning.
"Yes Oliver?", you replied in sickenly sweetness,feigning innocence, ears angeld to perfect your resemblance of picture perfect harmlesness.
"I will only let this slide, because I made you wait so long.", he whispered to you, bending down to your height. He then turned to go pay for your things, leaving you completely flustered behind.
What was this just now?You could still feel his breath on your cheek.
"You gotta come Lass? Or do you need me to carry you back to the castle?" he chuckled.
"I - I'm sorry... Just got lost in thoughts.", you quickly walked over to where he stood, already opening the door for you.
"I think we should head back to the carriages now, the sun is alredy setting. - And here you are.", he held out the bag right before your eyes. Before you had the chance to take it from his hands, he held it out of your reach.
"Hey, you said those were mine!"
"They are, - under the condition that you won't eat them all at the same time."
"Yes, yes - I promise you.... And now give them to me!"
As he still didn't made any indication of giving you the bag - you jumped. Using the strength of your legs, you easily took a hold of the bag. After all these years, he was still underestimating you. You may not have been that tall but could almost jump twice your height.
"Alright, you can have it. You really can be a feral bunny." he laughed as you were doing a binky from joy. Yep, this was definitely the in you.
You shot him a deathstare to which he laughed even more.
"Your not even slightly intimidating. Your frown is rather cute than threatening."
"I hate you."
"No you don't. Or you wouldn't wear the necklace then."
You opened your mouth to throw a snarky remark, but none came to your mind.
"I knew I was right. - So sha'll we?", he held out his hand to help you onto the carriage.
"Your a cocky, smug jock - you know that?", you still took his hand though.
And Oliver was self satisfied, at the fact that you still gave into him.
"And still you chose me to be your best friend.", he followed you and too a seat right next to you, then the ghost driven carriage started moving.
"I'm still deciding if this was a wise decision."
"Your holding a bag of sweets in your hands, isn't that a great sign of my devotion to our friendship."
Friendship. The word alone stung like an arrow piercing through your heart and he was the archer. Unknowingly aiming right at you.
"I guess so."
Trying to distract yourself from a wave of sadness crushing over you, you sticked to compensate through sugar, that you know had plenty off. Your pick was a classic one, chocolate fudge. The sweet and rich taste would always help to calm you down - not that Oliver's presence alone wouldn't do that already. Hoping it would distract you enough from this urge within you - this longing desire for him.
Not just a friend, but your mate. Your lover. A partner.
You popped the little square into your mouth and sighed in content at the incredible taste.
"Does that satiate you for now?"
"Definitely. - You have to taste at least one.", you grabbed into the tin and pulled another delicacy out and held it out for him.
He looked at the treat you held before his face, debating if he should.
"C'mon it's just one. I know that you like them too. Please. Besides you never say no to my baked goods."
"That's different -", he halted but any explanation he could think of would make any sense in the slightest, "Alright, I guess one wouldn't hurt."
Now you would think that he would take the sweet and sticky fudge from you to eat it, but no. He wrapped his mouth around it, still pinched between your fingers. Lips closing around the top of your fingers, before he pulled back and chewed it, with a smirk etched into his face.
"Mhh, delicious."
You could still feel the warm and wet feeling of his mouth on you. Your ears were shuddering, instincts sharpened.
Did he? Did he really just... But why would he-?
"Why are you so red Lassie?" he teased, knowing exactly why your cheeks were burning.
"That's just the light, I'm not red." you tried to blame it on the sundowning. In reality you tried to suppress your primal urges and to not climb into his lap and kiss him stupid.
"Sure it is." he replied, definitely not buying your explanation.
"Your unbelievable."
"What was that?", he pulled you by your shoulders closer to him, noticing your goosebumps from the fresh autumn wind.
"I said your a bloody git."
"Your adorable when your riled up."
You huffed and turned your face away. Why must he be so confusing. He said you were friends. But do friends really act like this? You thought allowing him to touch your ears, would let him get the hint but it clearly didn't. This boy was driving you insane in all possible ways.
~~~~~
The weather was pretty hot for an autumn day in the late September. Making you only wear a short jeans skirt and a lace bell-sleeve shirt. Which was also visible as you watched the Quidditch players groan in distaste towards the unexpected heatwave, wiping the sweat from their foreheads. Even Oliver, who normally was the most composed towards any weather and surprises during training, seemed to struggle with the temperature.
You waited on the ground, sitting on a bench with a crate of water bottles right next to you. Somehow over the years you turned into the caterer of the team. Ensuring that there was enough water and snacks for everyone. Mainly because you once brought fresh baked cupcakes that you made to one of their practices. Today you made a tray with cherry brownies, that you knew were Oliver's favourite.
"Alright, I think we can call it a day. Practice is over, this heat is way to overwhelming. And Harry go drink something you look like you will pass out in the next minute.", Oliver yelled across the pitch. His voice sounded gruff when he shouted his orders. It made the receptors in your brain go haywire, by how sexy you found his voice. He could order you around as much as he wanted if he kept on talking with that voice.
The players soon landed on the ground and gathered around your bench. Lunging themselves at the water bottles and snacks. The guys already starting to discard their heavy Quidditch attire, with the robes and gloves flying to the ground the moment they landed. Leaving them in just their undershirt. Oliver wasn't different, as he walked over to you. You were met with his biceps on full display, veins pumping from three hours of drills, all of it accentuated by the sun that slowly dissappeared behind the horizon - illuminating him in an enchanting glow. His undershirt clinged to his abs from the sweat making it almost see-through. Your ears were bopping up and down without you takin notice of it, being to focused on the man before you and trying to suppress the urge to bite your lip -or him.
"Lassie are you unwell? Is it because of the heat?" he furrowed his brows and sounded concerned, while silently taking the towel out of your stretched out hands to dry his face. Never before has he seen you this way. Sure, your hybrid side often acted on its own but he never fully understood the reason or the meaning behind it - only some. So of course he was worried, when he spotted you behaving differently as usual. Which seemed to happen very often ever since the start of the school year.
"Eh what... yes - wait I-I mean no. I'm good.",you stuttered out. A wave of embarrassment washing over you, so you flapped your ears over your eyes, to shield it from his way too predatory gaze. Your face must've been flushed as warm as it felt and that certainly not because of the early autumn heat.
"You sure?", this time a bit more urgency resonated in his words.
You just nodded with your head and pointed with your finger to the wooden crate in which you had put the bottles in.
"There is the water. You should drink something. And... and I also baked s-something.", - get yourself together Y/n!
"You're right Lass. I'm absolutely parched.", you could imagine by the way the sweat had glistened from his skin.
The captain still wasn't satisfied with your responses and decided to tease you a bit in return. "Will you also tell me what you've baked?", his voice sounded strangely close. So you cautiously lifted one of your ears and saw him bending downward to match your sitting height, his face mere inches from yours.
"Cherry-Brownies.", you mumbled. His face lit up the second the words left your lips.
"Really?"
"I set some aside for you. I knew that once they smelled them, the tray would be empty before you'd get a chance to have one so - here you are." you explained, while rummaging through your bag and pulling out a box filled to the brim with said sweet treat.
"You're the best Lassie.", the gleam in his eyes was unmistakable as you gave him the box.
Overjoyed - and not thinking twice, he grabbed you by the neck and pressed a kiss on top of your head - right between your ears. Which shot up instantly and stood as straight as a pine tree.
Luckily his teammates were already back in the locker rooms, probably showering all the dirt and sweat away from practice or they would have heard the sound you made in utter suprise to his action. It wasn't a shriek not even a purr - it was a bloody whimper!
"Oh ehm sorry, I didn't meant to - I was just so happy that you made my favorite sweet. Didn't know that it would hurt you there." he quickly apologized. Wait-he thought he had hurt you? Great! Then you didn't have to explain how his closeness let you smell his pheromones - contributing, alongside the kiss, to your state of arousal. Merlin help you - you wanted to ride him into the next week.
"It's fine. Really... I was just taken by surprise, nothing else." you lied. Please believe it, please believe me.
"Mhh, these are delicious! Thank you Lassie. I'll eat the rest later. I really need a shower first." he exclaimed with a full mouth, not quiet buying your answer. He put the box aside and made his way to the locker rooms.
"Y-yes. See you then." your voice was still a bit shaky. You admired his back muscles a second longer before you decided to tidy up. You packed the Quaffle and Bludgers in their trunk and with a little help of your wand carried everything back into the storage room where it belonged. There was still plenty of time when you were done with everything. Oliver must've been done showering by now. You weren't sure if you were able to face him after what just had happened but going back to the castle and avoiding him would make him probably even more suspicious of your behavior than he already was. So you opted to head to the locker rooms and wait for him in there.
As you pushed the wooden door open, you and a variety of floral perfumes. Your head became dizzy, trying to figure out all the scents it was confronted with. You stumbled into the space and let yourself plop down onto the bench that was placed in the middle of the room.
Where was Oliver?
The showers weren't running anymore and the room you were in was also empty. The amount of different smells started to make you nauseous. With a groan you put your heavy head in your hands.
That was until you finally caught a whiff of it. Of his cologne, his scent. Calming your nerves immediately.
"Oi, I didn't know you would be in here!", his voice rang out. You looked up and spotted Oliver leaning against the doorframe, half dressed - looking as handsome and smug as ever. This made your already dizzied state even worse. With your instincts constantly giving you the urge - that you suppressed with all your will power, to complete the bond that your body so desperately needed.
"Oh - I already tidied everything up, so I thought I wait for you here. Didn't think you needed this long with showering.", he walked over to his locker and pulled out a neatly folded shirt.
"You know that you don't have to do this. I'm glad to tidy up myself - after all I'm the captain." he chastised you but with no real bite to it.
"I don't mind at all - what else should I do when I have to wait so long for my captain to finish showering. I'd be bored to death.", you clutched your chest and voiced in an over dramatic voice your retort.
Oliver could feel your gaze on him, while he made quick work to button up the light fabric, leaving the last three buttons at the top open due to the heat. He couldn't help it but to smirk to himself as he remembered the flustered look that painted your face right now and back on the pitch. That's when a thought crossed his mind. Dots suddenly connecting that didn't made sense before.
What if? No - it can't be... Was it because of him?
Now that he thought about it - your behavior ways a bit odd. Since the beginning of the school year it started but why - what happened since summer?
But then he remembered his assignment in 'care for magical creatures' - which he still needed to finish, maybe he could get behind what you were possibly hiding after all-
"Lassie can you help me study later?"
"Ehh sure. What subject is it that you need help with."
"Care of Magical Creatures."
"But I don't have that subject." you stated. You looked up at him as he rounded the bench again and stood before you. His eyes drifted to your mouth for a short second to see you nervously nibble at your lip.
"I - I know but I thought since you are - and so basically - the thing is, we have to write an essay about rare hybrid types and then I thought about-"
"So you thought why not ask your bunny friend, instead of researching in books and scrolls like the rest, because that would actually require spending time on something besides Quidditch?", you asked in a mock tone at his implied - considerably, brazen request.
"That's not how I would have phrased it but... Aye? Please, just this once? ", why was he the one now that sounded uncertain when it was him that wanted to test his theory on you because you seemed so uneasy around him.
"Once? If I recall it correctly, I helped you with your last five assignments and one of them I did all alone, because you had an important match the next day.", that's when you made the mistake of looking directly in his face and seeing his puppy eyes that he always made to convince you. "Alright, what is it about? I mean what specific topic?", you gave in. It couldn't be that bad right?
"Anatomy and sensory differences between - "
It was even worse.
As soon as you heard the first word there was a sense of horror overwhelming you. There was no possible way that you would educate him on how your body worked, not while you had these feelings for him. You would expose yourself in every way imaginable.
"Oh ehm - I almost forgot it but... eh... I promised the house elves to help them with today's dessert - you know so I can keep using the kitchens. I'm really sorry but... Ehh.. maybe you should choose a different hybrid type - I don't think I can help you today with that - I heard that lizards are pretty rare too.....Look at the time, I - I have to go now so the house elves won't get mad at me. They can be very sensitive in that regard. See-See you later then. ", without giving him chance to answer you slipped away sideways and were quick on your feet, heading back the castle. Avoiding him didn't sound that bad to you anymore. Leaving a very confused Oliver behind.
What the hell just happened?
~~~~~
"I think your killing the dough before it even has gotten the chance to live. Are you not feeling good?" Niffy remarked as she watched you violently kneading the yeast dough that you prepared for the cinnamon rolls. And violently was still too nice of a word to describe the way you let out your inner conflict.
" I'm perfectly fine Niffy. I just.... need to compensate with something. It's unimportant...Really." you answered her in a sweet voice not wanting to get interrogated any more. Under a heavy sigh you kneaded the dough one last time before you decided to give up on your frustration boiling over.
"Is it because of him? The boy who gave you that collar?", she pointed at the necklace. You almost bursted out laughing.
"It's not a collar - it's a necklace." you corrected her. "Can you give me the rolling pin?"
"I just thought, because you wear it all the time. And some house elves I've seen in the past had something similar put on by their owners.", she passed you the item of your request and started whipping up the filling.
"No he's not my owner Niffy. Just a very good friend.- No that's not what he is. He's - well I don't even know it myself. He gave it to me when he became Captain and it's -. It makes me feel like I belong. That I'm important to him. Belong with him."
"Sounds to me like you have feelings for him....... or you want him as your owner.", she suggested with an -for her, unusual tease in her voice.
"Niffy!" you exclaimed in shock to her boldness." That's not - it's different. It has to do with my hybrid side. It's complicated and I don't want to drag him into something that he doesn't want."
"I think you are the one making things complicated."
"How could you say that?!"
"Well, how do you know he doesn't want it if you never told him?"
"That's not how it works. I can't - it's... What if he finds me repulsive afterwards? This whole hybrid-mating-thing is not quite easy to comprehend for non hybrids. Let alone him, the only thing his mind is set on is Quidditch! And then he has the nerve to ask me to help him with an essay about hybrid anatomy! I don't know what I should do anymore Niffy!", word after word you got carried away by a wave of emotions.
"You could start rolling the dough out."
"What?", you were a bit dumbfounded.
"The dough. You've been waving around with the rolling pin without rolling out the dough. And the filling is already finished.", she showed you the big bowl of the sugary butter.
"Oh yeah. I'm sorry, your right.", you admitted a bit embarrassed. It wasn't unusual for you to get easily caught in your feels.
You halted in your motion as she placed her fragile looking hand on over yours.
"In my opinion, if he really likes you, he will understand it, even the complicated hybrid part.", the moment almost seemed to sentimental for your liking before she added, " he already got you a collar-that means something."
You couldn't help yourself but letting a light chuckle escape your throat.
"Yeah, maybe your right...."
~~~~~
Oliver was pacing in his dorm. Not that he would admit it but he couldn't get your odd behavior out of his mind.
Why where you behaving so differently around him?
And since you didn't help him with his essay - which he needed to have done until tommorow, he took the opportunity - stayed obstinate and researched himself.
He needed answers. And he needed them now!
So he did what had to be done. Borrowed some books from the library and - tho quiet reluctantly, started reading them. After an hour or so he actually stumbled upon something about bunny hybrids.
'Bunnys are rare among hybrid types, as they tent to only find partners among shapeshifters. It rarely happens that a bunny hybrid is going to choose a wizard or witch as their mate. When they come of age their instincts and primal urges are fully developed. The sensesory organs get very sensitive until they commit the mating bond. Light touches, too many smells and loud places will become overwhelming to them. If their mate is with them though, they can be calmed down almost instantly. The ears - the most sensitive part of the bunnys body, will show reactions - and attachment to the mate, of their own. Generally they will be fixated on searching for the close proximity of their instinct chosen partner.
The anatomy of a bunny hybrid isn't that much different to a normal 'wizard' or 'witch'. The only difference being their ears, sometimes also a tail. These also act as an erogenous zone and are a very important to stimulate during sex. If their being massaged right, the bunny will fall into a state of euphoria.
As all hybrids have to - during the first time of consummating the bond, their partner needs to mark them. This happens by biting them in the neck area only then will the mating bond will be completed. Otherwise they will still suffer from sensory overload.'
He shut the book and placed it somewhere next to him. The blood drained from his face, unable to comprehend what he just read.
Mate.... Bonding........ Ears sensitive.... Searching for close proximity.......
The words burned through his mind. Echoing like an unfulfilled prayer.
That's when he remembered :
You turned 18 over the summer.
If it was true what he just read then....then...... He could be your mate.
No wonder that you had looked so nauseous until he came into the room after practice. That you didn't want to help him for his essay- you wanted to withhold the fact that he could be your mate.
But what didn't make sense to him was - why didn't you say anything? Didn't you want him as your selected partner. Would you rather want another hybrid like the book said?
He only realized his feelings for you when he won his first match as captain and didn't care about the victory. He was looking in the stands for you. Hoping that you were proud of him. And when you came to congratulate him, with your ears moving up and down in excitement, eyes gleaming with joy, running into his embrace- that's when he knew that he was doomed. Though it took him a long time to accept the fact that he fell for his best friend. He didn't thought of ever getting romantic feelings for somebody - his only passion ever being Quidditch not wanting to make compromises for a relationship, but when he met you, it felt right. Like he didn't need to give up on his passion to have you. You were always there for him. He found your attitude and your caring personality adorable. Every time he sees you wearing the necklace he gave you, it made him feel like you were his. And the way you called him 'captain'.....
Yes, he wanted you, no matter how selfish it might be. All to himself.
The only question remaining was: - how?
~~~~~
You had to admit that avoiding Oliver by skipping dinner and hide in your dorm was a bit childish. But seeing him and having to explain why you fleed from him wasn't really something you'd like to do. So you sticked to avoiding. Maybe if you were lucky, he will have forgotten about it and have his full concentration set on Quidditch. The comfort of your bed was much more inviting now, than the thought of confrontation.
Tommorow would come soon enough.
~~~~~
Tommorow did indeed not came soon enough. No matter how hard you had tried you couldn't sleep. Tossing and turning in your bed the whole night through. Eventually you slept in at some point from exhaustion. But not without overthinking. Thinking about him. Oliver. Your best friend and your fated mate.
You should tell him. You knew that. Your instincts - or rather brain, on the other hand would make your body suffer even more if you didn't get the mark as soon as possible.
The moment you stepped into the common room you felt his eyes on you. Almost piercing through you. With caution you looked up and met his gaze. There was a shift in the way he looked at you. It made you nervous, but the heaviness of the look he bestowed you with moved something in you. A feeling strangely close to arousal.
Why did his presence have to emit so much of a predator. Your bunny side couldn't comprehend this much. No- it got way too heated by it for that matter.
Maybe you could still turn on your heel and...
You stiffened in your movements as his groggy morning voice reached your ears. "Good morning Lassie. You gonna run away from me again?"
"ehhh good morning to you too Oliver. Why should I run away from you - I just wanted to... Ehh.."
"You wanted to what? Is there anything you might want to tell me?" he asked you, striding over to you where you stood still - unable to move. His arm reached around your shoulder pulling you into his side. His hand slightly patting over the fur of your ear, as they reached slightly past your shoulders. A shudder washing over your whole body as he did so. Your ears - those betraying bastards, loved the attention he gave them and leaned automatically into his touch.
"N-no, - nothing. I thought I forgot something."-uhh, did this feel good. Just a little bit more left and he would -
"Seems like you often forget 'something' these days."
"Mhh- ehh yes. Just a bit out of sorts. Exams and assignments, - you know?" you snapped out of your daze, even the slightest touch of his hands was enough to make you melt into him.
"You still up for our study session later? My room as always?", testing the waters, he let his fingers graze over a sensitive spot on your ear that he read about. If he was right then-
"ehm - mhhhh... Yes, that works for me.. mmh", wait what? Why were you suddenly agreeing when you wanted to decline him. Your primal urges clearly loved working against you - especially when it came to him.
"Wonderful. But for now, we should make haste. I'm starving and I need my nutrients before training.", oh shit it did work... this definitely.... changed things. Inside something was telling him that this would be a very long day that he couldn't figure the ending out.
"Of course you do. The all so strong and intimidating Captain. - Don't you have enough muscles already, you brawn?", you teased him to overplay the awkwardness that surrounded you.
"If I want to win the House cup this year - then no. I don't have enough. Though I could easily lift you like I transport firewood."
"I don't know what I should do with this information.", but your ears were betraying you once again. Twitching in anticipation at the thought of him carrying you over his shoulder. Like he so often did when he carried firewood to his private dormitories for the fireplace. He was very insistent to carry it up himself and not letting it do the houseelves- labeling it as an extra workout.
And Godric were you thankful for that, because he looked so bloody sexy when he did so - like a wet dream come true. Bicep flexing, hair sticking to his forehead through the thin layer of sweat. You could drool alone by thinking of the image. And then his voice - groans from slightly struggling with the weight. You were only a single thought and your last bit of self control, that was more than just on the edge, away, from dragging him into the next broom closet and begging him to mark you.
Before you knew it, you had reached the Great Hall and were sitting at the table, nervously trying to compose yourself.
The touch of his knee against yours alone, turned you scatterbrained.
The feeling of having him so close and yet not having him to yourself was torture. You had to put an end to this. Niffy was right. Maybe you should give it a chance after all...
~~~~~
The evening approached faster than you liked and it was about time that you would head to Oliver's room.
"Y/n just go, what's the worst that could happen?", your roommate Angelina, tried to drag you out of your bed as you held on tight to your bedpost.
"Let me think quick, oh yeah - he could reject me, find me disgusting, end our friendship. Or even worse will be weirded out by this whole mating thing, considering that he would like me back in the first place. Many hybrids got rejected by their wizard mates because they found it repulsive. What if it is the same with him?" you whined, not wanting to confront him.
Somewhere during lunch you told her about your dilemma and that you contemplated on telling him - what a beginners blunder, turns out she wanted you to confess to him even more than you did.
"Y/n you're thinking too much. He likes you."
"You don't know that!"
"I do know. I see the way that he looks at you, acts around you. Just do it. Not for him, do it for yourself. Your body needs it and you know that."
"I hate it when you're right!"
"At least you admit it - and now go! You have nothing to loose.", she pressed again.
"Actually I -"
"Y/n look at me.", you actually did listen to her this time, with her iron grip around your arms. "Your the most wonderful woman Oliver would ever have the chance to get. And if he doesn't want you - which I highly doubt - he would be the stupidest bloke in the entire universe. Believe me when I tell you - I swear on my broom, that he will want you even more then you do. He is just a bit too obsessed with Quidditch to realize that he has other feelings besides stress. Though I can see that he holds a lot of adoration for you. Otherwise he wouldn't allow you to be on the pitch during training or be this affectionate with you. ", she concluded.
"But Ange what if-", she took the opportunity as your grip loosened around the bed post and dragged you away from it. On the way to the door she pushed your bag into your arms and shoved you out the door and shutted it behind you.
To stunned to speak and not quiet understanding what just happened you knocked on the door, fiddling with the knob that wouldn't budge the slightest. Did she really just lock you out? "Angelina Johnson, let me in!", you shouted through the hard wood separating you both.
"No, not until you have talked with Wood. You've been pondering for months now and I can't stand to see you suffer any longer because your too afraid to tell your mate that he is your mate. Get it over with, just like you rip of a bandaid."
"Godric, please help me." you murmured before strutting of to get to Oliver's dormitories. Could this day go even worse?
~~~~~~
Begrudgingly you knocked on the door with the plate 'Captain' nailed on it.
You could do this. It's just a study session. You didn't need to confess anything. He probably has already forgotten about yester-
The door was pulled open before you even finished retracting your hand. You lost balance to the sudden vacancy before you, making you stumble forward - right into a pretty hard wall. Wait - there was no wall. No, this was a chest that smelled heavenly after pine and citrus. Oh you loved this scent way too much and even more the person it belonged to. You could stay like this forever, you thought.
"Oi Lassie, no need to fall for me.', he chuckled as he took in the way your face was nuzzled in his chest. Even your ears were stroking across his pecks. It really was a sight he could get used to. You cozied into him, his arms slung around your waist as he catched you when you stumbled forward over the threshold. "Feeling comfortable there?"
His voice got through you as if muffled by pillows. Your hazy mind cleared almost immediately and you pushed yourself away from him. Or at least you tried. Because his strong hold was unrelenting, keeping you in his vicinity.
"Why is it that ye always wanna flee from me? Since when did you became such a nervous bunny?", he only ever called you bunny to tease you. You wouldn't budge this easily this time.
"I'm just... I thought we wanted to study and why are you even half naked!?"
"Just took a bath. - But I don't hear you complaining that you don't like what you're seeing."
"I... I..", what a cocky git he could be.
"What is it? Cat got your tongue darlin'?"
" Oliver can we please move on and study now. I'm a bit tired already." you wanted to save yourself from this whole dilemma, dropping your bag on the ground.
"Doesn't explain why you are acting so weird around me lately. Care to explain or should I tell you what I think?"
"I'm completely normal, I don't know what you're talking about." - you exactly knew what he meant. You didn't dare to look up in his face, not when the truth was written all over yours.
"Oh so wanting to run away from me as soon as you see me and finding excuses to not spend time with me - you really want me to believe that somethings not wrong between us? After all these years, you really think that you could fool me this easily? "
"Lassie, I give you one final chance to tell me what you've been hiding or I tell you what I think this is all about - you decide.", his voice was a dangerous sounding rasp.
" I - I can't... It's - I'm....", you could feel his breath on your neck, his lips lightly brushing against the side of your ears.
"Why so shy now? - You've gotten really sensitive over summer break - am I right? Actin so strangely around me. It all has a reason behind it.", with his feet he kicked the door shut, just to back you up against it. Pressing yourself as much as it was possible into it to bring some distance between your body's. On the inside torn apart between searching for more of him or getting as far away as he'd allowed.
One arm prepped on the wall next to your head, while his other hand was holding your waist to ensure you wouldn't run off again.
" Ye know, I finished my essay yesterday." he began. "And while I researched I stumbled across something really interesting. Then everything made somehow sense. Can you imagine what it maybe was that caught my interest - I bet ye know what I mean. And I don't know why you're so afraid of telling me. Last chance luv'. "
"Oliver -"
"Say it. Tell me - tell me what your body is so desperate for to let me know." his Scottish lilt became, with every word, stronger than before. "What's stopping ye from saying it out loud?"
"Hearing...", his voice a deep whisper in your ear.
"Smell...", you could smell his scent engulfing you all over again.
"Touch... ", Oliver's fingertips grazing over your face, down over your throat. You gulped at the sensitive feeling.
"Sounds familiar?", he could tell by the way your ears twitched that he had gotten you right where he wanted you.
"Oliver your-"
"C'mon Lassie, I know you want to confess it. Don't you remember our promise? We will always tell each other the truth. ", now his eyes locked with yours, his hand coming up and lifting your chin. Thumb resting on your bottom lip. Your heartbeat thumbing in your chest. He was so close.
" Do ye want me to say it?"
You reply was just a shy nod. Staring wide eyed up at him.
"I'm your mate - aren't I?"
A pause settled in between you. The truth revealed, sinking into your flesh and bone. The rain outside tapping against the window - the only sound that could be heared besides your hitched breathing.
"... yes... yes you are Oliver.", this was the truth, there was no point in hiding or denying it any longer.
"Why didn't ye say anything then?"
" I - I was scared that you might not want me - not everyone is fond of this whole mating thing... I thought that you - that you might not wanted this or that you found it weird or even disgusting...", you were falling back into your nervous stutter, bracing yourself for a rejection. Hoping that he would let you leave and not mercilessly tease you about this. How pathetic it is. Your train of thought got interrupt by his hands cupping your face, lifting it to make you look at his face.
"I could never find you disgusting or weird." - "Oh my - you're perfect Y/n. I couldn't imagine to be with someone else except you."
"But what if you change your mind one day. You'd be trapped in this bond with me. Don't you think that it is weird? Spending the rest of your life with the same person? Can you do that?", a tear threatened to leave the corner of your eye.
"Lassie, do you want to know why I want this?"
You nodded.
"Because your the only thing that is more important to me than Quidditch is. The only one my mind is constantly set on is you. I care for your wellbeing more than my own. And seeing you suffer is the last thing I would ever want.", he still could read in your face that you weren't too convinced yet.
"You know why I gave you the necklace in the first place?", his fingers brushed along the velvet playing with the little charm.
This time you shaked your head.
"I wanted everyone to see that you were mine. I couldn't stand seeing you being approached by all those guys that just wanted you for your ears. To cross you off their list right after and move on. And when they started to molest you, touched you even - I was fuming. When you were crying, I wanted to punch them black and blue - and maybe I did that. That I couldn't manage to prevent it, that if I came just one second later that they would have -... I want to remind everyone that they never have a chance with you as long as I'm by your side."
Suddenly the insecurity you had in you for so long vanished away. His words bandages that were bound around your open wounds from trying so hard to suppress your feelings.
"So Niffy was right after all.", you mused with a smile appearing on the curve of your mouth.
"What do you mean?"
"She said that you collared me.", you placed your hand over his that still played with the golden pendant as if to ground himself.
" I can ensure you that this wasn't my intention - I didn't mean to.... I don't see you as my pet. That would be utterly perverse of me. I would never think that. I -", he stammered. Face red, like you caught him doing something he wasn't supposed to do. It was entertaining to seeing him getting this flustered. Normally you'd be the one in his current position.
"I'm just messing with you. No need to get so defensive. Unless you did think of me as your possession?"
"Well, I mean - alright I have to admit that sometimes you make me feel a bit possessive..."
"Just a bit?", stretching your neck provocatively to present the necklace.
"Alright, I'm very possessive when it comes in terms with you. I want to be the only one for you. The one to protect you. That takes care of you. If you accept me that is.",
"I would never deny you Oliver."
"Is it okay if I kiss you darlin'?", to him it seemed like the only appropriate question to ask you. In hopes you'd let him. He needed you - right now. After all these years he couldn't take a second longer without you. He needed to finish what he had started and he would only be done when you were completely his.
"Please do."
His lips pressed on to yours. Almost featherlight. He kissed you with a carefulness that was unusual for someone like him, afraid to hurt you, he often underestimated the strength he had and was scared that you'd be too fragile for him. That if only his slightest touch would break you.
As soon as he kissed you a feeling in your gut awakend. Along with a long unfelt euphoria of finally having your mate. Right in front of you. Kissing you like a soft summer breeze would graze your skin. Your hands automatically slung around his neck as your knees went weak at the feeling.
"Oliver I appreciate that you try to be gentle here but I'm not made of glass.", you chuckled, eyes locking with his. "I won't break just because I'm a bunny."
Then you pulled yourself to your tiptoes and whispered, with a new found confidence, into his ear. "It's quiet the opposite, bunnys are known for being very passionate mates. And guessing by your facial expression right now, that wasn't written down in your book."
"Luv', are you aware of what you're saying right now.", he tried to sound composed. Your mouth was far too dangerous for your own good.
"Mhm - I very am, Captain.", by now you already started to rub your chin at him, with your face nuzzled in the nape of his neck.
"One word from you and I will stop immediately. But if not..."
"I'm not gonna stop you. I want this."
"Good, because then I don't have to hold myself back anymore."
In the blink of an eye your feet left the ground beneath you, his strong arms were lifting you up, his hands palming your behind and giving it a taunting squeeze.
"Oliver..." you moaned as his lips started latching on yours.
"That's right luv'. That's the name you'll be screaming tonight."
You gave him a playful hit to his chest for his cockiness, in return he lightly bit into your lip.
"Oliver wait. Just a second.", you mumbled somewhere between the intense feeling of his mouth on your skin and his hands kneading the flesh of your bottom. He halted in his tracky the moment the word 'wait' left your mouth. Did you change your mind? Was he too rough?
"Did I do something wrong? We can-", but you interrupted him.
"No it's just. I think I need to tell you something first before we can.... do this."
"Ye mean having sex?", he cocked an eyebrow in amusement by the deep red flush appearing on your face and neck.
"Yes but that's not my point. I wanted to tell you that you have to-"
"Don't you worry Lassie. I already know everything."
"You don't even know what I wanted to say."
"But I do. You wanted to tell me that I have to mark you - am I right?"
"Yes, but how did you-"
"Read about it as I researched for my essay."
With his tongue he licked a swipe across the length of your neck. "Right here, if I remember correctly."
"Mhm."
"Yeah? Did that feel good? Need me to mark you there?"
"Yes Oliver. Please."
"I will. Soon you don't have to worry any longer."
-"I'm going to savor you, have you all to myself. I'll take my sweet time with you." his kiss was searing hot against your own.
In two long strides he carried you to his bed. Sitting down, so you had to straddle his lap. Pressing yourself into him to feel more of his warmth.
Your clothes were discarded in record time, the fabric annoying you so much that you practically tore it off of him and yourself.
With controlled motion you rolled your hips down, his hard length pressing against your stomach.
"Eager are we?"
"Shut up and just kiss me again...Ahh..", his hand gave your butt a spank, leaving a light stinging behind.
"Don't get bratty now." he chastised you.
"Oliver... don't be such a tease." another smack followed shortly after making you whine even more.
As he saw you scrunching your nose and your ears quiver in prospect, he decided to not let you wait any longer. "Alright - alright, I won't.... at least for now.", he assured.
Soon he had layed you down beneath him. Mouth wandering over your body, mapping every curve, engraving every place that made you slip out little noises of contentment. Wetness was pooling between your thighs
"Your so responsive. Doing so good for me. It drives me insane."
A sudden moan echoed through the room, as his hands started to massage a weak spot on your ears, with his lips enclosing around your nipple - the pleasure that erupted in you was almost overwhelming.
"Oliver...I need you.."
"I know", he placed another kiss on your lips, "it won't be long anymore. Just need to prep you a bit more...don't want to hurt you."
Eagerly waiting for him to go further, you began sucking hickeys into his skin. A deep groan was his response - a groan that made you even more desperate than you already were.
His fingers traveled down over your body, halting as he reached your unbearable, wanting heat between your thighs. Already dripping for him.
"Can I?"
"Yes - yes please."
That was all he needed to hear. His finger dipped into your aching pussy with ease. Your muscles clenched tight around the intrusion, alongside a sound of deep satisfaction coming from you.
His pace was slow at first. Testing where he had to push and pull all your buttons to get the most reactions from you. Remembering every twist in your face, every movement of your ears. After you got used to the feeling, a second finger joined the first as he scissored you open. Stretching you, so you would have it easier to accommodate his girth.
"You look so beautiful when your shaking from the pleasure that I give you."
"I can't wait any more - just....uhh...please..."
"Tell me - tell me what it is that you need.", he stopped moving his fingers to give you a chance to answer him as he saw you struggle to form proper words.
"Would you form the bond with me?"
"Aye. I'd love to. More than anything." - "Just tell me if it hurts and I will stop immediately. Can you promise me that?"
Too far gone, you were completely intoxicated by him. Whining at the emptiness as he withdrew his fingers."Yes, I will... Promise you."
He positioned himself over you. Aligning his length with your pussy. Slowly he started pushing inside you, searching for any sign of discomfort in your face. Only to see your eyes rolled back into your skull, back arching from the bed. Your hands gripped on tight to his back, scratching - nails digging into his flesh. This would clearly leave marks for days. And Godric - did he looked forward to it.
As he finally bottomed out inside you, he needed to take a moment to catch his breath - to give you a moment to get accustomed to his size. You held onto him like a vice. Gripping him so tight, he needed to gather some restraint.
"Merlin- your tight as a knot.", he grunted out.
"Oh fuck -" he was taken aback, when you'd slung your legs around him to drive him even deeper into you.
You were completely driven by your primal urges now. The only thought circling in your brain was him and how full you felt - hitting all the right spots. You started giving small and cautious licks, starting at his throat, all the way down to his collarbone.
"Oli... you can move...", you squeezed your walls around him to taunt him even more, letting him moan out, the sound vibrating deep in his chest, almost animalistic like a growl. As you were half a prey animal, your body recognized him as a predator but instead of shying away, you layed yourself bare for him, displayed your most vulnerable parts for him to ravish.
He started to thrust into you, at first restrained and slow, still afraid to hurt you somehow but with every moan and every noise of satisfaction you made he grew more confident, setting a steady pace. Hips bucking into you with more force, thrusts growing more intense - his tip kissing your cervix again and again. You were a whimpering squirming mess beneath him.
"Oh you're perfect Y/n... my Leannan."
You could feel yourself nearing your high. His pace was growing more frantic, lips attached to each other. Praises and sweet nothings whispered between you and the dark of the night.
"Oliver - I'm close.... you have to...", you were panting as his hips snapped to you, hitting directly that spongy spot inside you.
"Me too, Lassie... I've got you... "
He increased the harshness of his thrusts, hands coming back to massage the sweet spots of your ears, face buried in your neck - licking over the spot he soon was about to bite. You felt too much at the same time. Everything coming down too fast.
"You gotta cum for me? Let it all out...", with his hand he stimulated your ears again.
"Oliver - uhh..."
His teeth sank into the sensitive flesh from the curve of your neck. Everything inside you was screaming from euphoria.
The sting wasn't painful at all. The magical exchange washed over you in waves of pleasure, a little gleam eruptted from the bite mark, sealing the bond completely, leaving only a permanent scar behind.
Slowly he rode out your high as he came right after you. Both of you panting from exhaustion, the intensity of it all know realizing in your aching muscles.
Carefully he pulled out of you, laying down beside you and pulling you on top of his chest.
"This was -"
"Incredible.", you finished his sentence, grinning from happiness and satisfaction. The aftershock of your high still running through your bones.
The silence following was comforting around you - intimate. Sweat sticking to your skin and his breathing below you calming. Arms holding you close to him, like he never wanted to let go of you.
His lips ghosted over the mark on your neck. Mesmerized at his bite now forever embedded in your skin. You were his. Completely.
"I love you Y/n. You can't imagine how long I've waited for you."
"I love you too Oliver."
The quiet settled again for a moment. Oliver's mouth starting to suck hickeys all over your cleavage. Not getting nearly enough of seeing you marked up by him.
"So what does this mark do?" he asked, leaning back down, hands wandering to your waist.
"Your asking this question after marking me? I thought you read about it." you teased, poking his chest.
"Well it only said that you'd needed it to not suffer from sensory overload - but their is more to it. Or?"
"Hmm... Their is. I don't know if I should tell you though."
"Lassie...", he warned, one hand wandering down to your butt, pinching you there. You squealed in reaction.
"So for starters, being mated means being partners for life. Secondly it signalizes other hybrids or shapeshifters, even from afar, that I'm taken. It's protection for me. It makes me feel whole. And lastly it helps to regulate my cycle.", you concluded, absentmindedly tracing imaginary patterns on his chest.
"What do you mean with 'cycle'?", the questions kept on piling up in his brain.
"You sure you read the book properly?", you teased.
"Maybe I shut it the moment I read the verse where mating was mentioned.", he needed to admit, but smiled as you let out a laugh at his lack of knowledge.
"So my 'cycle' is basically time periods where my desire is the strongest, which is during full moons."
"Are you trying to say that during full moons you need to be satisfied?", he interrogated further, not denying that he held quiet a curiosity to the fact.
"You will know when it happens. Don't think about it too much though."
"But I want to know, how to make you feel good. I know that all this is new to me. I want to understand you, so I can be the mate you deserve."
"You will learn it with time. There is just too much to explain. Right now I want you to hold me as close as possible and maybe carry me, so we can take a bath."
"Aye, a bath sounds great.", his hands grabbed on to your thighs and lifted you with him standing up.
"What about a second round?", you proposed purring into his ear, nibbling at his earlobe.
"Your insatiable Leannan."
"Better get used to it then - captain. "
~~~Bonus scene~~~(basically just smut)
That's it. You couldn't hold back on it any longer. Today would be the day. The final Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin had arrived.
Meaning you would finally put an end on your dry streak. To say you were just a bit pent up would be understatement. You were sexually frustrated to the bone. For a whole month you and Oliver didn't had any kind sexual interactions going on. He was completely set on this big Quidditch match that he spent the whole of his time either training, practicing, strategizing or with the little time he had left after that - studying for his Newt's. To your chagrin you had to silently observe how he gained even more muscles than he already had. Leaving you drooling on the edge. Sure you cuddled, shared the same bed and had quick makeout sessions. But that was mostly it, after them he'd be quick on preparing for the game again.
You woke up alone in a cold bed - him doing his morning run around the castle.
You mostly slept in alone - him hunched over his work desk strategizing for the upcoming game.
You bathed alone - he opted for quick showers, after working out or practice, in the locker rooms.
And to make all of this any worse-
You hadn't had an orgasm during the whole period of this madness. No matter how hard you wanted it, tried it, masturbation was never satisfying enough. Oliver was the only one that could satiate your needs. The only one that knew how and where to touch you - to make you come undone. Whispering sweet nothings in your ear while you'd fall apart underneath him. That Scottish accent of his turned your knees weak in mere seconds.
You had enough of it. No matter what it would cost you, you would get Oliver to sleep with you by any means necessary.
And for that you already had the perfect plan.
~~~~~
Everything played right into your hands. Gryffindor won the final match and was in high spirits. The common room filled to the brim with students celebrating and having fun. Oliver right in the center of it all, surrounded by his fans and teammates.
You were proud of your boyfriend, after the announcement that he had won he came over - rushing to you, lifting you in the air and pressing a kiss on your lips that held so much passion in it that you haven't gotten to experience in a long time.
It was exactly what you anticipated on getting for the night.
Currently you got a drink from the makeshift bar. Eyeing the object of your desire from afar but not for long. You sneeked up to him from behind so he wouldn't recognize you at first. As you approached him your finger hooked in his beltloop and gave it a little tuck to get his attention.
Oliver was distracted by all the students congratulating him, as he bathed in his victory, until he felt a light tuck at his trousers. He looked around before his gaze fell down on you. You had a foreign gleam in your eyes. Your ears slightly angled up and twitching as they so often did when you where excited about something. You would say he could figure your body language out by now - but there was still so much he couldn't put an explanation or meaning to. Like right now.
"Leannan, is something wrong?"
"Here.", that's everything you said before taking his hand and shoving a folded note in it, closing his palm around it. Then you left him and ran up the stairs to his dormitory.
Oliver was a bit dumbfounded at your action, looking at you dissappearing in the crowd. Your behavior was a bit odd the past weeks, he called to his mind. He felt a bit bad for not spending so much time with you, though he tried his best to make you feel seen and giving you as much attention as he could. He really did miss you all these past weeks.
"Earth to Oliver? What is it that she gave you?", Fred snapped his fingers in front of him, curious eyes at the parchment in his hands.
Only then he realized that he suddenly stopped talking when you interrupted him.
He opened his palm and unfolded the little red note you gave him. His eyes almost popping out of his head to what he read. He really shouldn't be that surprised at this point after all he had read about hybrids but somehow you always found a way to prove him wrong and suprise him all over again
'Your dorm in 15 minutes. I've got a suprise for you...
P.S. Don't even think about getting any sleep tonight! '
Oh.
Oh.
Oh fuck.
It dawned on him right in that moment. He was so occupied with Quidditch and preparing for the final match that he hadn't slept with or satisfied you in any way in a whole month. He felt guilty beyond imagination, a sudden weight pressing down on his chest. You were always there for him. Bringing snacks and treets for him after practice, helping with his studies and he? - he was so set on winning the House Cup that he completely forgot to tend to your needs. You had probably been to embarrassed to tell him that you needed him in this way - knowing you.
His eyes drifted shortly out the window. The moon was a waning crescent. Bloody hell - he let you suffer through a full moon without him being by your side. Horror ran down the features of his face. It would be a wonder if the suprise you had for him wasn't you killing him for neglecting you. You told him that the sexual desires are linked with the moon cycle and full moons were especially for mated bunnys a very difficult time, due to the increased libido. He was such a knobhead to not remember it. He couldn't imagine just how much of a torture it was, that he let you go through.
"I'm sorry guys - I - I have to get going. Was a nice party. Enjoy the rest of the night!" he excused himself. With a
"Wait - but Oliver, don't you want to celebrate the-" George shouted after him to no avail. He was already gone.
"Let him be brother. I think he will have much more fun where he is now." Fred's grin widened - knowing what you both would been up to.
~~~~~
The moment you stepped into his room, your clothes went flying to the ground. In hopes Oliver would this time comply to your bold demand. You climbed into his bed and slung the sheets around you, covering your burgundy lace set you wore for him. If this wouldn't get him to sleep with you, than you really were clueless what could.
Only a few minutes passed and the door to his room bursted open, hinges creaking at the force.
"Lassie, please forgi-"
"Congratulations on winning the House Cup Captain." you revealed your body, with a sultry tone lacing your voice, gathering all the confidence you could find. Oliver before you halted in all his movement, mouth slithly agape and completely speechless.
"Merlin, I don't deserve you Lassie. You look gorgeous luv'." after he made sure the door was locked, he came over to you, grabbing your hands and peppering them with kisses as he dropped to his knees before you.
"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have let ye go through this alone. I hope you can forgive me. I'm unworthy of you. I was so selfish, so occupied with Quidditch, when you should've been my priority. You are always my priority. It's my duty to make sure that you're taken care of properly and I failed at it. Why didn't you say anything?", his tone was guilt, he never sounded that insecure before. Not even when he lost a match and blamed everything on himself.
" Oliver, hey... it's alright. You don't have to feel bad about anything. You gave me all you were able to give me during this time and that is okay. All your hard work payed off in the end - didn't it? It was my choice to keep quiet and not say anything, but I didn't wanted to distract you. I know how important this game was to you - how much it meant to you. If it's important to you, it's important to me and I'll always will support you.", you assured him as he didn't stop leaving kisses on your hands.
"You're too good to me. I promise you this wont ever happen again. I love you so much Leannan. How can I make this up to you? Tell me, please.", it was a rare sight to see Oliver this vulnerable. Normally he held his guard high, being the unrelenting, headstrong Captain that he was. But with you it was different. He wasn't afraid to show his feeling and emotions towards you, you were his safe place, like he was yours.
"You could start with undressing. One month without an orgasm isn't as easy as it sounds. And even worse when your boyfriend is parading and pacing in his bedroom half naked, with his god-like body on full display.", you wanted to start stripping him from his shirt, but he halted you just shortly after and grabbed your wrists.
"Hold up a sec, haven't ye touched yourself, when I wasn't there to help you?" he furrowed his brows in concern. He slowly stood up to his full height, towering over you.
"Well, I - I tried but it wasn't enough. I couldn't find any release without you..." your voice got quieter nearing the end of your sentence, being embarrassed to admit that you needed him to get off. Your ears naturally flapping over your face again, as the red spreaded on your cheeks. Something about the way you said it and looked right now, seemed to flip a switch in Oliver's mind.
"Oh my - I neglected you for too long. Let's fix that- should we?" his hand grabbed your face and carefully moved your ears out of your face. Eyes drifting to the bite mark that was embedded in the nape of your neck. It was like a tattoo on your skin. It was a sign that you belonged to him. That you decided to be his.
" Then hurry up. You have whole month of compensation to make up to.", you grabbed him by his shirt and yanked him down, turning you both so you could straddle his lap. Your fingers were working quickly to open the buttons and reveal his toned body underneath, while your mouth started sucking on his neck. Merlin, how you had missed this.
The young men beneath you was too taken aback by your straightforwardness and still processing what just happened. Their was just you in his mind. Your weight on him, your lips sucking on his neck, fingers touching everything they can get and your hips grinding down on him.
"Uhh, Lassie.... don't you want... ohh..me to do the work?" he asked with moans slipping out as your hips eagerly rocked down on him. By now he knew how excited you got when you were in the mood and the fact that he left you a month untouched just contributed to it.
"Believe me when I wrote 'Don't think about getting sleep tonight', I meant it. There's plenty of time for you to do the work.", finally you stripped him off is his first piece of clothing, moving on to work on his trousers.
"Alright luv. But I think I should at least give something back to you first.", he grabbed a hold of your waist and spun you around, so you would lay underneath him. He worked much quicker to strip himself of the remaining clothes. Your eyes took in the mountain of muscle before you. And you catched yourself fighting back a moan just at the sight of him. Your hybrid side was taken the upper hand now.
"Oliver please...need you."
"Don't worry I will take care of you now. I'm here with you."
"Been waiting so so long....Can't wait anymore... "
"Shh, it's alright. I'm so sorry luv'. Soon you'll feel better again.", in a matter of seconds he got you completely naked, his mouth never leaving yours. Rough and calloused fingertips grazing over your skin, feeling everything he neglected for too long.
"I missed this...missed you so much...bed was so cold without you... "
"You're so beautiful...so needy for me."
"Been so long. Fucking need you." already you were panting, not able to wait any longer.
"I know...I know luv'. I'll just need to stretch you first."
"Hurry up... uhh... Oliver.."
The rough texture of of his fingers came in contact with your sensitive clit, putting a slight pressure on it. All while he slipped a finger inside you. The sensation build up as his other hand pressed on the weak spot on you ear and his mouth leaving kisses all over your upper body.
"I love when your being vocal. Be as loud as you want. Let everyone hear who makes you feel this good."
"Oliver, need you inside me. Can't wait anymore.", your begging got more desperate.
"You sure? But what if-", he stopped moving his fingers inside you.
You were getting impatient to say the least, and being high on arousal, you switched your position, gripping onto his shoulders for stability. Positioning yourself over his hard length, teasing his tip by probing your entrance.
"Goodness, your really are needy... uhh fuck.." he growled as you suddenly took in his whole cock and bottomed out.
You almost collapsed at the intensity. Being filled to the brim by him, biting into his shoulder.
"Bloody hell, did you somehow get tighter Lassie?", he wonders as you deliciously asphyxiated him. Grinning impudently at you.
"Oh you know that's only your fault. If you just would've -", he instantly shut you up by bucking his hips up, hitting all your sensitive spots with precision. Even after a month, he still knew all the places to make you feel good.
"What is Leannan? Speechless?"
"Less talking, more -"
He started thrusting up, his girth felt even bigger in this position. That's when you began to move along with him. Riding him like the world might end tommorow.
Whimpering and whining from pleasure, you sped up your movements. Chasing your high after so long.
"I love you. I'm sorry for neglecting you for so long."
"I forgive you Oli. But I don't think I'll let you of the hook so easily."
"What do you... uhh.. mean?", he couldn't help but moan over and over again as you purposely clenched your walls around him.
"I've got a whole month of sexual frustration in me and you more stamina and muscles than before. You can do the math.", your thighs were shaking from exhaustion, but you didn't even think about stopping. You needed him.
"Don't worry lass. I'll tend to you the whole night through until the only thing you can remember is my name.", he proposed, voice dripping in his Scottish accent, a tempting promise that got you thrilled.
His hands that roamed your body grabbed your waist, taking control of your movements. Changing the angle to go deeper into you.
"Oliver - I.... please more." you pleaded.
"As much as you need luv'."
~~~~~
The next morning Oliver woke up to something tickling his neck. Reluctantly he opened his eyes to the soft glow of the sun illuminating his bedroom. He could tell that it couldn't be any later than the early morning hours,by how the light was still a faint shade of purple and orange.
His eyes drifted down - finding the cause of what or rather who woke him up from his deep slumber, that only lasted for a few hours if he guessed correctly. There you were leaving a wet trail of kisses down his chest, sucking and biting here and there. Your ears were grazing along his neck, the soft fur, feeling comforting on his skin.
"Lassie, what are you doing? Why don't you sleep a bit more? It's still early and we only slept a couple of hours, if so." he stated. His morning voice even deeper and more raspy from everything you both did the last night - the last hours. Somewhere he lost count of how many rounds you had been going at - only that after you collapsed onto the bed and he insisted on a bath, as you were both dripping from sweat, you still had the energy for another round and practically seduced him to ravish you all over again.
And he is way to smitten with you than to say no to such an offer. Especially when you did that pout and big eyes at him. There was no way in hell that he would deny you. He couldn't explain it himself how it was possible for him - and even more you - to last this long.
"Hmm...sleep does sound good but I think there is something that I need before I can sleep again." your voice sounded strained in his ears, probably from all the screaming you did. He silently prayed on the inside that you didn't woke up the whole castle by how loud you both were and the silencing charm could only do so much.
"Don't tell me you are-"
"Needy and desperate for my mate? I definitely am."
He thought that you looked like sin. Being so full of desire, because of him. And that was enough to make him want to give into you.
"You gotta be the death of me luv'.", Oliver sucked in a sharp breath as you left a lovebite on his chest and your hand went down to let your fingers drag featherlight over the length of his half-hard cock.
"I just can't help it, when my lover is this perfect.", you mused, hypnotized by the way his voice drew you in.
"Your flattering me. - You are the one that is utter perfection. Your a goddess.", he pulled you up to kiss you, feeling the ache in his muscles.
Little life update from me. I'm currently working on an Oliver Wood fic that I've been writing for over a month now and hope to post soon. I was pretty busy lately and had creative blocks and after the third rewrite I'm finally satisfied with the plot line. It's a bit longer than I normally write too. So i hope that I can upload the fic by the end of this week or at the beginning of the next.
Thank you for all the support and likes I've received so far. They mean the world to me.💜💜