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Santa's Coming to Town

pairing: billy loomis x reader genre: fluff content/warnings: billy makes a slightly suggestive joke but that's it summary: billy sneaks over on christmas eve a/n: billy is an adorable dork in this. wrote this forever ago, and it's christmas themed, but I thought it was cute so enjoy! also billy know constellations???

tap tap tap

tap tap tap

I sighed as the noises continued, pushing away from my computer. I turned to face the window. Billy sat just outside of it, his knuckles raised against the glass. He tapped again, watching my eyes as I crossed my arms. Relenting, I stood up and made my way to the window, unlocking it and sliding it up.

"What are you doing here? It's..." I turned to check the clock. "Almost eleven thirty."

"I wanted to see you."

"Now you've seen me."

"Oh come on," he pouted. "You don't you wanna come out here with me and watch the stars?" he teased with a wide smile. "It's Christmas Eve, maybe we'll even see Santa. How's that song go? And just exactly at twelve o'clock, he'll be coming down the chimney? Maybe we can even catch him."

I rolled my eyes at him, grinning. "You've got to be kidding me. It's freezing out there."

"So?"

"I'm not wearing any pants." I motioned to his t-shirt that I was wearing. A dark greyish-blue with a faded band logo on it. The item was far too big on me.

His eyes flicked down my figure once. "I don't mind."

I smacked his arm. "You know that's not what I mean!" He only laughed before leaning in the window to point at the clock.

"Look! Only twenty seven minutes till Santa gets here!"

I rolled my eyes at him again, sighing. "Fine. Get in here." I backed away from the window, going to my dresser for a pair of sweats as he climbed into the room. "Grab the blanket off the bed please. I don't want us to freeze out there."

"Aw, that's half the fun."

"You can freeze on your own roof," I mumbled as I pulled on the grey sweatpants that also originally belonged to Billy.

He was the first out the window, with the blanket tucked under his arm. He held out a hand to help me through the opening, before leading me to the roof above the garage.

Billy stumbled, making a loud noise, and causing a neighbor dog to bark once or twice.

"Are you trying to get us killed?" I whisper yelled. He mouthed an apology before continuing.

Once he found a spot he deemed suitable, he sat down on the tiles, patting the spot beside him. I settled next to him, snuggling into his side as he wrapped us both up in the blanket.

"See? It's not so bad out here."

I glared at him, shivering as I tried to get closer. "You're lucky I love you."

He proudly smiled as he watched the sky. "Do you know what constellation that is?" He questioned, pointing to the sky.

"Not at all."

He chuckled. "Aries. You can see it great right now."

"Hm," I sighed. "Interesting." I leaned my head on his shoulder. He continued pointing out different constellations as I hummed Christmas songs to myself.

While I felt warmer next to Billy, the air around us seemed to be getting colder. Soft flurries of snow began drifting from the sky, sticking to the roof.

Billy checked his watch. Eleven fifty eight. "Looks like we'll have a white Christmas." He murmured.

"Let's head in."

"But if we head in now we'll miss Santa," he teased.

"If we don't head in now you'll slip again," I retorted.

He pretended to pout. "Fine," he sighed. "I guess we can go in."

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thinking about . . . ✧˚ · .

chase davenport's commando app

nsfw, lil dub-con

・❥・The first time you and Chase had sex while his commando app was active was kind of an accident

・❥・Spike wanted his girl, and you were all too happy to oblige. Next thing he knows, he's got you bent over a table, cumming into you

・❥・His commando app is fueled by the arousal, but as soon as he comes undone the flood of hormones shuts down the app. Safe to say that was a shock the first time it happened

・❥・It was quickly decided that this was actually the best way to handle Spike, as his aggression was never directed towards you, and it was a sure-fire way to disable the app

・❥・That doesn't mean it isn't still a little jarring for him. He has the faintest idea that something is triggering his bionics, then the next thing he can remember is spilling into you

・❥・But to his surprise, the shock just adds another layer of pleasure

・❥・One second, he's manhandling you with your arms held behind your back, the next he's letting out loud whimpering moans, his whole body shaking as he collapses on top of you

・❥・And Spike is often much different from Chase's usual. He's rough, and even a little mean, but something about it never fails get you striping

・❥・He always seems stuck between grabbing you harder, and gently kissing your exposed skin. It's like even when he isn't in control of himself, he still can't help singing your praises

・❥・It turns out, his commando app may actually have some good uses after all

(why can I only write smut for this man? lol)

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Strawberries

pairing: percy jackson x reader genre: fluff content/warnings: mentions of stealing strawberries, but it's from mr. d so who cares summary: you bring percy a stolen breakfast

I swung the small bag of stolen strawberries back and forth as I walked through the open doors of the low, sea stone building. Tossing the bag at the foot of the only occupied bed, I made my way to the far wall, pulling the dried kelp drapes back from the slit windows.

"Rise and shine!" I cheered as sunlight poured into the room, hitting my victim's eyes. He quickly raised his hands as he woke, squinting to make out who disturbed him. He caught my shape in the light, his glare following me as I opened the other windows.

"Can you even be in here?" he groaned as fell he back on the bed. I made my way back to him, skipping across the smooth stone.

"Your dad likes me," I shrugged. I fell down on the bed, neatly crossing my legs as I leaned to block the light from his eyes with my shadow.

"Thank you," he muttered, finally able to stop squinting to see me.

"I brought you breakfast!" I tossed the bag to him as he partially sat up, making sure to stay in my shadow. He opened it, pausing when he saw the contents.

"You didn't—"

"Don't focus on that. Just enjoy your breakfast."

"Mr. D is gonna kill you."

"Only if he finds out," I gently reminded.

"That's not—"

"If you don't eat them, I will."

He placed a protective hand over the bag. "I didn't say I wouldn't eat them."

I smiled. "That's what I thought. But you better hurry up." I hopped up. "We have sword fighting next and you already missed archery."

"Is that such a bad thing?" he mumbled around a mouthful of strawberry.

I paused. "No." I rummaged through a small chest as I continued. "But it will be a shame if you miss sword fighting. I mean, you'd hate to lose a challenge just because you didn't show."

He sat up at that. I figured he'd forgotten about the duels today. I tossed him a clean Camp Half-blood shirt from the chest. He shrugged it on as I stole the last strawberry from the bag.

"Hey!" He protested as soon as his head was through the neck hole.

"Snooze you lose."

"That's not fair!"

"I guess you'll just have to fight me for it." I dangled the strawberry from its stem, twirling it in the thin sunbeams. "See you in the sandpit in ten!" I called as I skipped out the door. Behind me I heard a groan and a loud thud that sounded a lot like Percy falling out of bed.

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Hey can you do Leo Valdez x reader smut where reader stuff his face in between their breast smothering him with their girls while he being a love sick fool 🥲

Ofc if you don't you want to you don't have to have a good day!

idk why this was so difficult for me to write. so sorry it took this long, I ended up making it more of a blurb, but I hope you enjoy! ❣

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pairing: leo valdez x fem!reader genre: smut content/warnings: p in v, unprotected sex, etc, etc. summary: leo is a little too in love with you is there such a thing?

Leo let out a low groan, his hands desperately grabbing at my thighs. I rolled my hips over him again, earning another jumble of words, shrouded in moans.

"What was that, baby?" I asked teasingly, bouncing on his dick, the sloppy wet sound filling the air.

"Mm—mi amor," he panted, his hips bucking up. "L—love you. Love you." I leaned down to give him a sloppy kiss, dragging my teeth across his lip. "Fuck!" He made an attempt to chase my lips, but I pushed his shoulders back against the mattress.

I forced myself back down onto his dick, shuddering at the new angle. "Oh!" I cried, Leo's desperate eyes immediately moving to study my expression. His tip hit that perfect spot again in response, both of us moaning out at the feeling.

He lifted his head just enough to place feverish kisses across my tits, which were now directly in his face, shaking with the force of our combined thrusts. His tongue swirled around my nipple, making me tighten my grip on his shoulders, my nails sure to leave marks in the skin.

"Smother me," Leo begged, his voice coming out as almost a whine.

"What?" I panted, struggling to process his words.

"Please, your tits. Please, please," he whimpered through heavy moans, trying to pull me closer. I finally got what he was asking, laying my weight against him as I buried his face in my boobs.

Leo's hands tightened on my waist immediately, holding me in place as he thrusted into me even quicker.

"Leo!" I screamed, my mind turning fuzzy with the overwhelming pleasure. He mumbled something against my tits, his tongue lapping at my skin. My clit ground against him with each desperate thrust, sending him over the edge with a gasping moan.

My walls clenched around him as I came, squeezing his dick. Leo whined before spilling into me, his hot cum painting my walls.

I tried pulling my chest away from him as I came down from my high, but Leo quickly pushing me back down, his hips still moving in weak jolts. Eventually he rolled us over, pulling out of me with a sharp sigh.

"Fuck, amor," he said breathlessly. "Your tits are like heaven."

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Good Boy

pairing: sub!tyler galpin x fem!reader genre: smut content/warnings: sub!tyler, praise kink, use of good boy, handjob (m receiving), mommy kink, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), tit sucking, stomach bulge, size kink, tiny bit of dacryphilia at the end summary: literally just smut

I moved my lips against his, softly pulling his curls. Tyler groaned at the action, letting his head fall back against the headboard as I switched my attention to kissing his neck.

"You look so pretty like this," I mumbled against his skin, letting my free hand fall to trace his abs through his shirt. "My pretty boy."

He moaned, running his hands up my legs to rest on my hips, squeezing gently. I slipped my hand under his shirt, lightly dragging my nails across his skin. Tyler's hips rutted against me, his hands sliding farther up.

"Someone getting needy?"

He frantically nodded, his eyes still squeezed shut.

"Words, baby."

"Y-yes," he stuttered, his eyes finally fluttering open to meet mine.

I pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it behind me before kissing down his torso, stopping just before his waistband.

I pulled away from him, sitting back up. He whined at the loss of contact, his hips bucking.

"Please," he whimpered.

"Please what?"

"Do something—anything. Please, touch me."

"Good boy," I hummed, placing a soft kiss on his cheek as I began to palm him through his pants. He let out a strangled moan, his grip on my sides tightening.

I pulled down his sweatpants and boxers, revealing his hard cock. His tip was pink, covered in precum. I drug my thumb across it, sucking it off my finger. I moaned at the taste.

"You taste so good, baby." He was a mess under me, his head thrown back as he groaned, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, his beautiful tip leaking just for me. I had hardly touched him, and my words alone had him whining.

I moved my hand back to his dick, collecting his precum before slowly pumping him. Tyler's head fell forward to my shoulder, pushing his face into my neck as he moaned.

I quickened my pace, tugging on his curls as he struggled to muffle his moans against my skin.

"I wanna hear you, baby," I chided. He pulled back just enough so that I could clearly hear his desperate whines in my ear.

"Fuck. So—so good," he choked out. "Feels so good, mommy."

I moved my hand faster, tugging on his cock as I ran my thumb across his slit. I could feel his abdomen tighten as his string of moans turned into whimpers, nuzzling into my neck.

He was fighting every urge not to rut his hips into my hand, trying to stay as still as possible.

I pet his curls as I cooed at him, working him as fast as I could.

"Good boy. You're being so good," I murmured as he let out a particularly loud whine. "You're doing so well." His dick was twitching in my hand now, he was softly shaking. "Be a good boy and cum for me, baby."

"Oh—mommy," he cried out, shaking as he came, painting both of our thighs white.

He softly suckled on my neck as he whimpered, his arms wrapping tightly around me. I gently stroked his hair, placing a kiss on his shoulder.

Tyler slowly came down from his high, his hold on me loosening just a touch.

"You did such a good job, baby. You look so pretty when you cum," I cooed.

He gently pulled back, leaning on the headboard as he caught his breathe. I kissed his cheeks, before gathering some of his cum on my finger, and sucking it off.

He watched me intently, his eyes fixed on my mouth.

"Can I clean you up with my mouth?" I asked. In response he only whined, nodding aggressively.

I laughed, moving down the bed to lick the cum off of his thighs. I traced my tounge across his skin, listening to his little noises. Heat pooled in my core at the salty taste of him in my mouth.

Once I had cleaned his thighs, I licked his tip clean, savoring his moans of overstimulation, and the feeling of him hardening again against my tounge.

"All for me," I mumbled as I came up to kiss his neck.

"Still—still need you," he gasped as he tugged on the bottom of my shirt.

"What do you need, baby?"

"Fuck me," he whimpered.

I pulled my shirt over my head, Tyler making quick work of undoing my bra. He quickly moved to suck my nipples as I removed my pants and underwear. I raised myself above him, lining his dick up with my entrance, before quickly sliding down on him, eliciting a loud moan from both of us.

I paused for a moment, before slowly rolling my hips forward. He sighed at the feeling, his breath quickening. I began bouncing on his cock, involuntarily squeezing him. He pulled his mouth off my nipples as he moaned again, bucking his hips further inside of me.

With each thrust he seemed to get deeper and deeper, his tip repeatedly kissing my cervix. I moaned at the feeling, making Tyler's breath hitch.

I fumbled for one of his hands, pulling him from the skin of my hips to lay his hand against the bulge in my stomach, disappearing and reappearing with each thrust.

He whimpered as I slowed my pace, pressing his palm against the imprint of his dick inside of me.

"All you, baby." I moaned as he gently pushed my stomach, causing me to feel even fuller. "So big," I gasped. He moaned at my words, nudging his forehead against the crook of my neck.

"Wanna make you feel good, mommy." My walls tightened at his use of the name, causing him to let out a happy whine.

I let his hand fall back to my hip as I began bouncing again, settling on an even faster pace than before.

He was still extremely sensitive from his previous orgasm, and I could feel his dick twitching inside of me. I placed my hands in his curls, gently tugging as he suckled on my tits again, swirling his warm tounge around my nipples. I bounced quicker, causing him to wrap his arms around me tightly, pressing our bodies together, and bury his head in my tits as he bucked wildly against me.

"I'm—I'm gonna—"

"It's okay. Cum for me, baby," I moaned.

His thick cum immediately shot into me at my words. He whimpered into my boobs, keeping a tight grip on me.

I could feel his hot cum shooting into my core, coating my walls. I squeezed him, moving faster to chase my orgasm. My tits bounced against his face as he cried out in overstimulation.

Before long, his soft little whimpers set me over the edge, moaning as my walls spasmed around him.

"T–Thank you, mommy," he whined as I stilled, burying his face further into my chest.

I cupped his cheeks, turning him to look at me. A few tears had run down his face. I gently licked them away as he hummed.

"You're my good boy. Did so well for me."

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Percy Jackson NSFW Headcannons

pairing: percy jackson x reader genre: smut content/warnings: mentions of smut obvi, exhibition kink, lingerie

・❥・Percy definitely gives soft dom vibes, but is willing to switch it up if you asked

・❥・He adores you just causally being naked, but he would never say no to it turning into more

・❥・I've randomly headcannoned that he has an exhibition kink, and I honestly have no idea where it came from but it works

・❥・He'd low-key like being choked, but it'd take him a minute to be comfortable choking you since he's afraid he'll hurt you

・❥・Playful banter 24/7, and that does NOT stop during sex

・❥・He's SUCH a tease, it's not even funny. Loves to get you all worked up in a heavy make out right before practice just so he can watch you struggle

・❥・Blue lingerie

・❥・Literally this man's kryptonite. Wear some blue lingerie and he will do ANYTHING for you

・❥・Like he just keeps buying it for you to the point that you have more lingerie than actual clothes (not that he's complaining) and they're all varying shades of blue

・❥・Once fantasized about you riding his abs and thinks it's really hot, but never brought it up because he's worried you'll think it's weird

・❥・The epitome of an eighteen-year-old boy's sex drive, he could not be needier for you

・❥・Shower. Sex.

・❥・I don't even need to elaborate—but I will. His strength and stamina are increased in the water, making this man the equivalent of a sex god

・❥・He'd pretty much do anything you ask him too, he'll try anything at least once

・❥・There are very few places in camp you two haven't had sex

・❥・Like y'all have done it pretty much everywhere. His cabin, your cabin, the canoe lake, the ocean off the long island sound, the woods, during capture the flag, the weapons shed, the big house even.

・❥・Basically, he's just a horny mf tbh (no one's surprised)

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Cock-Block

pairing: anakin skywalker x fem!reader genre: suggestive, but that's it, per the title content/warnings: suggestive, making out, grinding, use of nicknames summary: you're finally alone... but it doesn't last long a/n: obi-wan I love you but leave

"Ani?" I called into the other room. I rounded the corner into the front room to find Anakin taking off his robe at the door. He turned to face me, a wide smile gracing his lips as his eyes found mine. I ran to him, embracing him as he picked me up.

"How have you been, love?"

"Busy," I sighed. "I almost have this bill done though. Then I'm done for the night."

He hugged me tighter before walking over towards the couch, sitting us down. I pulled back just enough to see his face, brushing a piece of hair out of his eyes.

"Have I ever told you how pretty your eyes are?" I mumbled, entranced by the way his eyes studied mine.

"Many times."

"Well I must really mean it then."

He softly laughed, kissing the tip of my nose, then my cheek, then my jaw. He made his way to my neck, slowly moving his lips against my skin.

I brought one of my hands to his hair. "Anakin—"

"Quiet, baby. You're okay." He brought his lips back up to mine, keeping the kiss soft and slow.

I gently tugged his hair, trying to restrain myself from deepening the kiss. It didn't work however, only making him softly moan, destroying the last of my self control.

I pushed him further against the back of the couch, bringing the hand that had been resting on his shoulder, up to his jaw. He quickly reciprocated the wave of passion, moving his hands to my hips. He tightened his grip as I moaned.

I moved to his neck, kissing the skin till I found his sweet spot. I gently sucked, nipping at the skin. He let out a groan, bucking his hips up into mine. I moaned at the action, tightening my grip on his hair as I pulled myself off of the already forming bruise on his neck.

He wrapped an arm around my waist, preparing to flip us over when a knock came at the door. We both froze in place, pausing for a moment.

"Um... Who is it?" I called.

"Obi-Wan. Senator Organa wanted to know if you had that bill prepared yet."

"Not yet. Can you tell him I'll have it to him within the hour?"

"Yes, Senator. Have a nice evening." With that Obi-Wan's footsteps faded down the hall.

"Cock block," I mumbled.

"What did you just say?" Anakin laughed.

"You heard me," I retorted as I climbed off of his lap. “He’s always being a cock block. It’s like he knows when I finally have you to myself.”

Anakin laughed again, standing up to join me at my desk.

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Bub

pairing: ethan landry x reader genre: tooth rotting fluff content/warnings: nicknames (obviously) summary: you comfort ethan after a long day a/n: this one was very off the top of my head, but I think it's adorable

I slid off my bed, padding across the soft carpet to the door. The lock clicked as I pulled it open, revealing a tired looking Ethan.

"Hi," I mumbled, a soft smile gracing my lips.

"Hi," he returned. I stepped back so he could enter the room before closing the door behind him.

Ethan fell back onto my bed, sighing as he did so.

"Long day?"

"You have no idea," he whispered as I came to stand in-between his legs.

"C'mere, bub."

He sat up, wrapping his arms around my waist as he burried his face in my chest. I ran my hands through his hair as he squeezed me, letting out quiet, contented noises. I brought my free hand to rub his back, feeling his muscles relax under my touch. He looked so peaceful, his eyes shut tightly, his lips forming a small smile.

"I love you, bub," I hummed, placing a soft kiss atop his curls.

Ethan only responded by pulling me onto his lap, moving his hands only for a second to readjust my legs, before returning to my waist. I cupped his face in my hands, pulling him back so that I could look into his eyes.

"You're so pretty," I started, kissing his cheek. "My pretty boy."

"You're prettier," he protested.

"If you insist," I joked.

Ethan's lips curled into a grin as he laughed, kissing the corner of my mouth as his arms pulled me closer.

"Cuddle?"

"How could I say no to those puppy dog eyes?" I asked.

He pulled me down to the bed, burrowing his face into my neck.

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Percy Jackson Dating Headcannons

pairing: percy jackson genre: fluff content/warnings: lil suggestive cuz it's perce

・❥・Percy collecting pretty seashells for you and giving them to you full handfuls at a time

・❥・He insists on everything being blue, and before you know it you only seem to have blue clothes, blankets, etc.

・❥・Percy constantly sneaking off from practice to the weapons shed so he can make out with you

・❥・Him being obsessed with just lying in bed with you, enjoying your company

・❥・Percy not giving two fucks about the table rule and asking you to sit with him at meals

・❥・Calling you strictly nicknames, his favorites being "sweet girl", "mine", or something to do with your godly parent (I actually don't think he even knows your legal name)

・❥・Him calling you nicknames so exclusively that he actually gets a little confused when someone refers to you or calls you by your actual name

・❥・Percy taking you swimming and loving introducing you to all the wildlife around the long island sound

・❥・Making dirty jokes at every opportunity

・❥・On a similar note, taking any occasion for you to be in as little clothing as possible (he makes it his life mission)

・❥・Percy teaching you sword fighting, but losing once you start to get the hang of it because he's too caught up in you

・❥・Almost constantly in meaningless fights or disagreements because it's how you two express love

・❥・Overall, just Percy being obsessed with you and hardly leaving your side

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P.D.A.

pairing: spencer reid x bau!reader genre: fluff content/warnings: early seasons spencer, established relationship, use of y/n, lots of pda obvi, mentions of murder summary: spencer isn't one for public displays of attention, especially around the bau team, but when a case calls for it, he shocks everyone a/n: ignore that I accidentally posted this the other day

"The unsub is a white male, most likely in his early twenties. He suffered a large business failure at a young age, and is still attempting to grasp at those straws," Hotch explained is his typical serious monotone, slowly pacing the edge of the desk. "His victims are other young men who are trying to do the same, along with their girlfriends. We assume his failure cost him an important relationship, one which appeared to be fairly hot and heavy, as our victims have all been reported to display a lot of PDA." Hotch stopped in front of the table, turning to fully face us now. "We'll need a 'tech bro' type, someone who's good with numbers and good enough with computers."

All eyes turned to Spencer.

"The girlfriend role is no question. Our highest chance of this being believable is with Y/N."

"I think you mean our only chance," Morgan mocked, leaning back in his chair.

Spencer gave him a slightly puzzled look, as if he didn't understand the point he was making.

"Sometimes I wonder if these two are even dating," he continued. "There's no way he'd be able to pull that off with someone else."

Hotch let out a sigh, his mouth forming a hard line at Morgan's comment, but he pushed on. "The rest of us will be going to the party, but we're to refrain from contacting either Spencer or Y/N for extended periods of time without reason. If anyone asks, we're investors, and will most likely be asked to hold a fake business conversation at one or more points throughout the party. Make it look like it's going well, we believe this is what triggers the unsub. Success is the key. We meet at the jet in fifteen."

Hotch was already out the door by time I'd finished processing his words. I stood to collect a file from the table, gently nudging Spencer as he came to stand next to me.

"So, Mr. And Mrs. Hot and Heavy," Morgan began, a cocky grin on his lips. "Think you can pull this off, Reid?"

"Of course," Spencer answered flatly. "It's no different than any other case."

Morgan raised his eyebrows. "You do realize you'll actually have to touch her for this to believable, right? You won't be able to get by on just sharing coffee."

Spencer's brows were knitted together. Blatant confusion still evident in his expression.

"Yes, I realize that."

"Morgan, lay off, will you?" I piped up. "He'll be just fine. Let's get to the jet."

He relented, stalking out of the room with that cocky smirk still plastered on his lips.

I leaned back against the chair, pulling my legs up next to me. Morgan's words rang in my mind, plaguing me with unnecessary worries.

I knew I shouldn't dwell on it, I mean this was by no means Spencer's first time in the field, and I was well aware that he could pull off the guise of a touchy boyfriend, but Spencer's field work typically played off of his apparent nervousness, which completely went against the character, and he had never been fond of PDA, especially not around the BAU.

Sure, he could be touchy and all that in private, but that was mainly reserved for the privacy and comfort of one of our apartments, not some random skyrise chalked full of sleezy businessmen.

My eyes drifted to his sleeping form, curled up in a tight ball of one of the benches. A soft, serene expression was settled on his face as he laid swaddled in a thin blanket.

Somehow, he was going to act as someone completely different to himself, all while actively looking for the unsub. That part I could at least be of some use for, and I intended to do my best.

"How do I look?" he whispered in my ear as we walked towards the elevator, his hand resting loosely around my waist.

I wanted to say something like 'sexy as hell', but figured a simple "perfect" would do the trick. I reached up to loosen his tie just bit further, letting it rest where the top button of his shirt was undone. He was dressed up, but in someways much less formal than usual. His suit jacket hung open, his shirt and tie loose around his neck, his hair ruffled. This was a look I could most definitely get behind.

Spencer led me into the elevator, pressing the button for the penthouse, where the networking party was being hosted. We were the last of the BAU team to arrive, Gideon and Morgan being sent in separately, and Hotch and Elle as a young investing couple.

Spencer's eyes watched the electric panel above the door, following the numbers as they rose with the elevator. Just as the screen showed '25'—the floor just below the penthouse—Spencer's entire demeanor seemed to change.

His back straightened, adding at least another two inches to his height, he adopted the hint of a cocky smirk, and his hand dropped a dangerous amount, finding where my thigh met my hip with a firm hold.

The doors slid open, and he led me into the crowded room. The ceilings were easily twenty feet high, each central space adorned with an elaborate chandelier. Men and women alike, dressed to the nines, filled the space.

Spencer made no hesitation to strike up a conversation with the most capable looking businessman in the room, keeping me pressed to his side as he began spewing off the details of the fabricated business.

"Really? You don't say!" the older man cheered. "What a splendid proposition! What propelled you to even think of such a thing?"

"Child prodigy," Spencer answered, his tone laced with an intoxicating amount of self-confidence. I allowed myself to laugh a little too hard, his hand caressing my thigh as he shamelessly cast a hungry look down my body, tugging at the low neckline of my dress.

The investor laughed at Spencer's comment, taking a sip of his drink. I didn't miss the way his eyes followed a similar trail as Spencer's, but instead with a mix of intrigue and vague uncomfortableness at the blatant PDA.

As Spencer began rattling on again, I latched on to his neck, placing feverish kisses as he spoke. I had just begun to suck a decent mark on his collarbone when the man cleared his throat and made an awkward excuse to vacate the conversation.

I pulled back with a laugh, Spencer mimicking me. "That one's going to leave a mark. Sorry."

He roughly groped my ass, pulling me closer. "I'm never going to hear the end of this from Morgan."

"Speak of the devil," I began, watching as Derek appeared over Spencer's shoulder. He spun to face the visitor, pulling me along with him to rest against his chest.

"Well, well, well," Morgan began, his tone teasing yet impressed. "Who knew you were such a bad boy, Reid?" He made sure to keep his voice down, low enough that eves droppers wouldn't be able to discern that our talk wasn't strictly business over the party crowd.

"I told you I'd pull it off," Spencer stated bluntly. "Pretending to date my girlfriend isn't an exceptionally difficult task."

"Well, I don't know what you consider dating, but there's a big difference between what you two are like in the bullpen and what you're like now." Morgan's eyes flitted down to Spencer's hands as he spoke, which were now nudging up the already short hem of my dress to rest between my thighs.

"That's work," he said, as if that completely cleared up Morgan's comment.

"Hold on," I mumbled, catching sight of someone over Derek's shoulder. A tall blonde man, a few years younger than Spencer, watching the three of us like a hawk, though his gaze mainly flickered between Spencer and my rising hemline. "Unsub, ten o'clock."

Morgan immediately looked towards the crowd behind Spencer and myself, his brows scrunching.

"My ten o'clock," I huffed. "And don't look directly at him."

"I see him," Spencer whispered in my ear. "Morgan, notify Hotch. He'll make contact as soon as you're gone."

Derek gave the slightest nod, stumbling back as he raised his glass. "You're a corporate genius, man! Hit me up some time," he practically yelled, before disappearing back into the crowd.

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Cartoons

pairing: stu macher x reader genre: fluff content/warnings: use of nicknames summary: stu loves the late night cartoons

I sighed, throwing the empty beer bottle in the trash. I was exhausted and about ready for bed. The others had gone up a while ago.

I walked through the kitchen door, returning to the living room. Stu was sprawled across the couch facing away from me, with one leg on the couch and the other on the floor, watching some late night cartoon. I sat in between his legs, leaning back against the cushions and putting my feet on the coffee table.

"Don't look down man. Don't do it. Aw! C'mon!" He threw his arms in the air. "You wouldn't have fallen if you didn't look down!"

I laughed at his cartoon-based distress, absentmindedly tracing shapes on his hip where his sweater had ridden up. "That coyote never learns," he muttered.

"He doesn't, does he? You'd think after all these years he'd catch the roadrunner at least once."

"That's what I'm saying!"

I let out another soft laugh as I moved to lay on him. I ran the collar of his sweater through my fingers, watching the clock on the wall tick. It was well past one and I could hardly keep my eyes open.

Stu gently rubbed my shoulder. "You don't have to wait for me, baby. You can go up to bed."

"It's alright. I promise," I mumbled.

Before I could say anything else the TV was turned off and Stu was picking me up as he got off the couch. I wrapped my legs around him, leaning on his shoulder.

"Let's get you to bed," he chuckled, walking me up the stairs.

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thinking about . . . ✧˚ · .

percy jackson as a camp counselor

・❥・Percy being the camper's favorite, especially the younger ones

・❥・Percy pushing them in sword fighting and canoeing, but letting them slack off in other classes

・❥・Percy being the absolute last resort to oversee archery, but eventually having to try his best at teaching it

・❥・Percy entertaining the archery students will his failed demonstrations

・❥・Percy forgetting he was leading a class and showing up a half hour late with his shirt on inside out

・❥・Percy asking the younger campers what they think the summer bead should be and pitching them to the counselors

・❥・Percy becoming the designated tour guide for new campers and being the one they all come to when they struggle to fit in

・❥・Percy looking out for campers from smaller cabins and (though it's not allowed) inviting them to eat with him since he knows what it's like to feel alone in the one place you're supposed to fit in

・❥・Percy comforting campers after particularly rough nightmares, or if a training exercise triggers them

・❥・Percy just being an all-round big brother to the campers and doing everything he can to look out for them

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Neck Kisses

pairing: percy jackson x reader genre: fluff content/warnings: none summary: just some little kisses a/n: lil blurb!

Percy placed gentle kisses along my neck, tickling my skin with each one. I squirmed under his lips, trying to keep myself from bursting into laughter. He raised his head to look me in the eyes. His eyebrows were knitted together in concern.

"Are you okay?"

I nodded. "It just tickles."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Please don't." The words quickly poured out of my mouth, hardly giving me a chance to think about them.

Percy's expression softened as he let out a chuckle. He moved back to my neck, continuing the soft peppering of his lips on my skin. The light tickling returned as I giggled. He mimicked my laugh as my cheeks heated up. Once he found the spot where it tickled most, he placed quicker kisses, causing my giggles to thicken, turning to full laughs.

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Hey, I love your writing. Would you be comfortable writing a Leo Valdez X reader smut? Maybe a bit of brat taming, unprotected if that's alright with you. Hope you have a good day

this was defo something new for me, but it was actually really fun to write! hope you enjoy, lovely!

You're being a brat

pairing: leo valdez x fem!reader genre: smut content/warnings: use of nicknames, reader is a bit of a bitch lol, reader calls leo a bitch a few times, leo calls reader a brat and a slut, degrading, oral sex (m receiving), fingering, edging, leo makes reader beg, p in v, unprotected sex summary: you're in a mood and leo is doing his best to be nice, but he just can't take it anymore

"Gooood morning," Leo cheered as he skipped into the cabin. "How's my little angel today?"

I huffed, pulling on my shirt as I ignored him. He came to a stop as he reached me, waving his hand in front of my face.

"Hello? Amor?"

I continued digging around for my jacket as he made more and more attempts to snag my attention. I finally turned towards him after he began poking my sides.

"Don't poke me."

"There she is! I was starting to get worried about you."

Leo clearly failed to see the unimpressed look on my face, or the way I crossed my arms over my chest with a sigh.

"Do you want something?"

His eyebrows knitted together. So apparently that got through his thick skull.

"Just coming to say good morning, get you for breakfast, the usual."

"I can walk myself."

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes studying me like some hunk of metal. "I'm aware of that," he said slowly, like he was testing the water.

"Then can you stop standing around here staring at me? I'm not hungry anyway."

"Okay," he answered, backing up towards the door. "I guess I'll just... leave you to it."

He disappeared into the sunlight, heading off towards the pavilion.

I made my way down after not much longer, deciding that I wouldn't mind a bite. I sat next to Leo silently, taking half of his sandwich.

"Yeah, sure, take half my breakfast," Leo huffed, staring at me in disbelief.

"Thanks," I mumbled sarcastically.

"I thought you weren't hungry?"

"News flash," I retorted. "I changed my mind."

He rolled his eyes at me, turning back to talking to his sibling. I ended up eating more of his breakfast than he did, much to his dismay, and earning a few snarky remarks.

"Do you want to come with me to the bunker?" Leo asked as he stood from the table, abandoning his practically empty plate.

"Whatever," I replied, swinging my leg over the bench.

"You don't have to come." His arms were crossed over his chest as he looked down at me, annoyance clear in his expression.

"You just asked me," I retorted. "Is there some kind of problem now?"

"If you're gonna act like I'm dragging you out there, then don't bother coming."

"Are you going to just stand there and bitch or are we going to the bunker?" I asked, standing to meet his eyes better.

Leo raised his eyebrows at me, indicating I may have crossed a line, but I simply turned on my heel, heading for the trees.

We trudged through in silence, Leo keeping a few feet back from me. We had made it almost halfway when we came to a large fallen log. He stepped forward to help me over, but I pushed him off of me instead.

"I can do it myself," I spit.

"Just trying to lend a helping hand," he replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Not my fault you're being a brat."

I glared at him, hopping off the other side of the log. By time we reached the bunker he had completely forwent the courtesy of walking behind me or waiting for me, and I had nearly lost him a few times.

Besides his annoyed "Make your self comfortable, princess," after we had arrived, neither of us a said a word to the other. Leo took to work on one of his projects and I collapsed onto one of the couches.

As it turns out, relaxing while sitting in a machine shop, having to listen to the incessant hammering wasn't particularly easy.

"Can you be any fucking louder?" I practically yelled over the sound.

He stopped, glaring over his shoulder at me. "Oh, of course. Why don't I hammer this piece of solid metal a little quieter for you?"

I rolled my eyes at his tone. "What is your problem?"

"My problem?" he seethed, throwing down the hammer. "You've been nothing but an annoying brat since you woke up this morning and I'm the one with a problem?"

I stood from the couch, crossing my arms over my chest as I stalked towards him. "If you have an issue with that, you should be less irritating."

He looked furious now, standing only a few inches away from me.

"Get on your knees," he ordered.

"What?"

"You heard me. Get on your knees, or walk your ass back to camp. I'm not listening to that little mouth of your's anymore."

A shock of heat went to my core at his words, leaving me dumbfounded.

"Now," he spit.

Regaining my senses, I let a devilish smirk dance on my lips. "Make me."

His nostrils flared at my disobedience, forcing me to the ground. I landed with sharp thud, suddenly eye level with his crotch, his hard-on making a tent in his grease covered jeans.

Leo swiftly undid the button and fly, pulling himself out of his pants. His dick was an angry red, precum already leaking from his slit.

"Open," he demanded, pressing his tip against my lips. I let him slip into my mouth, placing my hands on his thighs. He wasted no time in pushing to the back of my throat, his hand coming to grip my hair.

"Gonna fuck your throat, amor. Teach you not to mouth off next time." Leo's hips immediately began rutting against me, his cock hitting the back of my throat. I gagged around him despite my best efforts, earning a strangled noise from him.

He pressed me further into him by my hair as I hollowed my cheeks, tightening my mouth around his dick. My nose brushed the short curls at the base of his cock with each thrust, my nails digging into the skin of his thighs.

"Fuck," Leo gasped, tugging my hair. I swallowed around his tip, squeezing as he hit the back of my throat again. "You're real quiet now, brat. Letting me use that annoying little mouth of yours."

I struggled to remind myself to breathe through my nose, my eyes watering as I fought not to gag. I tugged his hips closer, trying to somehow push him deeper, even though my throat already hurt from his erratic thrusts.

Leo's balls slapped my chin as he quickened his pace, his hips stuttering against my lips. I watched as his eyes squeezed shut, chasing his high.

Just as I gagged he spilt into my throat, hot cum shooting into me. I swallowed around his tip as he spasmed, his hips slowly coming to a stop.

Leo slipped out of my mouth, pushing himself back into his underwear, but not bothering to do up his pants again.

"Get up," he ordered, his voice rough and breathy. "I'm not done with you."

I stood, still wearing a defiant pout.

"Strip."

"If you want my clothes off, do it yourself."

"Strip," he said again, stepping closer.

I huffed before shedding my clothes, deliberately hurrying so that Leo couldn't savor this as much as he'd like to, though his eyes still hungrily raked across each new piece of exposed skin none the less.

He grabbed my hips, spinning us around so that my back was pressed against the cool metal of his tool box, the thin ridges biting into my skin.

Leo pulled one of my legs over his hip, his fingers tracing my soaked folds. "All wet for me. You like when I teach you a lesson, pretty girl? Such a slut."

I involuntarily clenched around nothing at his words, earning a laugh from Leo, an egotistical smirk finding it's way to his lips.

His thumb circled my clit, making my back arch into him. Without warning he slid two fingers inside of me, causing me to let out a shocked gasp.

"You're soaked, amor. Your pussy's so needy for me. Just begging for me to fuck some sense into you."

I tried to push back at his words, but the way his fingers curled inside of me had me locked in place, my nails clawing at his biceps.

My orgasm was rapidly approaching as Leo sped up, his fingertips brushing just the right spot as he circled my clit. Just as I felt the band about to snap he slid his fingers out of me, ripping away my high.

"What the fuck?" I asked, panting.

"Brats don't get to cum. Do you understand me?"

Before I could answer he shoved his fingers inside of me again, making me moan out in shocked pleasure. I clenched around him as he leaned into me, his fingers already pounding into my tight cunt.

I tried to bite back a string of moans, but it didn't do much when he rubbed my clit, roughly fucking me on his hand.

"If you wanna cum you'll have to beg. Only good girls get to cum."

"No," I spit, pushing my clit against his palm as I humped the heel of his hand.

"Fine," Leo huffed, pulled his hand away from me, his fingers leaving me again.

"Fuck!" I groaned, leaning back against the toolbox.

"You wanna behave now?"

"I want you to stop being a bitch," I answered.

"Maybe if I fuck you properly you'll have a change of heart."

I couldn't stop the little gasp I took as he pulled his hard dick of his underwear again, eagerly wanting him inside of me.

Leo lifted me onto the toolbox, wrapping both of my legs around his waist as he slid into me. My hands immediately landed on his back, the stretch of my walls driving me crazy.

He bottomed out with a hiss, his tip pressing against my cervix. It wasn't a second later before he was rutting into me, his cock bullying my walls. I squeezed him with each thrust, weak moans slipping past my lips.

I ran my nails across his back, surely leaving red marks along his skin. My clit rubbed against him in a heavenly way each time his hips hit mine, causing my head to fall back with pornographic moans.

Leo's hands found my hips, digging into my skin as he held me in place, fucking me even faster. My stomach tightened, my walls following suit.

"If you wanna cum, amor, you're gonna have to beg."

"I'm not begging," I panted.

"You sure about that?" he asked with a cocky smirk, his hips somehow hitting mine even harder. My orgasm was rapidly approaching as he brought a hand down to swiftly rub my clit.

"Fuck! Fine!" I relented through breathless moans. "Please let me cum, Leo. I need to cum. Please fill me up, your cock's too much."

"That's it, amor," he praised. "Dirty little slut. Fuck the brat right out of ya."

"Please, please, please," I moaned, losing myself in the feeling of his dick pounding into me.

"Cum, angel."

I screamed out in pleasure, finally releasing around his cock. My walls spasmed, strangling his dick as he came, thick ropes of cum pouring into my already soaked cunt.

He slipped out of me with a sloppy wet sound, keeping my legs up. "Look at you, amor. Pussy all puffy and leaking for me."

My eyes drifted downward to my fucked out cunt. My clit was red and swollen, our combined juices pouring out of my hole and pooling on the metal below me.

"You all sensitive, baby? Let's get you cleaned up, and then maybe later you'll let me fuck you again."

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Coffee Date

pairing: tyler galpin x reader genre: fluff content/warnings: crap ton of caffeine summary: you visit tyler at work to keep him company

"On the house," Tyler said as he sat a coffee on the table in front of me. I looked up from my book to meet his soft green eyes. He'd been doting on me since I'd arrived.

"This the third one in an hour. Are you trying to get me hopped up of caffeine or something?"

"Maybe," he teased with a smile.

"Well since you've already made it, I'll drink this one. But unless you want me to crash halfway through our movie marathon then I suggest this be the last."

"Aye, aye, captain," he said with a salute, falling onto the bench across from me. "How's the book?"

"Good. It'd be nice to actually get to read it," I said with mock annoyance as I marked my page and laid it on the table.

"C'mon. You know you love me." Tyler smiled even wider as he took my hand in his, gently making circles with his thumb.

"More like you're lucky I love you."

"Always the cynic."

"You adore me," I reminded.

He kissed my hand at the comment. "I'll be off soon. In the meantime, I'll let you play with the seasonal ingredients."

I sprung up at the idea. He knew how I loved to see just how bad I could make Christmas taste, even if his boss typically frowned upon the waste of product.

I started skipping off to the counter, Tyler trailing behind me, his hand still in mine.

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thinking about . . . ✧˚ · .

chase davenport's bionic hearing

nsfw

・❥・Chase seeing his amplified hearing as a burden or inconvenience till he met you

・❥・Chase reveling in accidentally catching you gushing about him to your friends

・❥・Chase hearing you talk about how much you loved a necklace at the mall and hurrying to go buy it for you (what else are rich dads for?)

・❥・Chase catching your little annoyed huffs under your breathe when something upsets you

・❥・Chase catching your little sighs as he kisses down your neck

・❥・Chase attempting to memorize the practically inaudible moans and gasps as he hits just the right spot

・❥・Chase falling apart to the heightened mix of your sounds and his cock slipping in and out of you

(this spiraled quickly)

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Hello! Can i request for a draco x reader after the wizarding war when draco is back for hogwarts.

The reader is a pureblood hufflepuff and is the best friend of hannah abbott and ernie macmillan and the golden trio. Draco is bullied snd tormented for the things he had done. Everyone in her year hates draco and even draco’s friends turned their back on him. Draco is just overall miserable.

One day, she saw draco gets bullied badly and the reader stood up for him. He thanked her and asked her for a date.

hi lovely! this one was super fun to write! enjoy ❣

The Aftermath

pairing: draco malfoy x hufflepuff!reader genre: kinda angsty, but it has a sweet ending content/warnings: set after the wizarding war, a lot of threats and accusations of murder, violence, bullying (verbal and physical), use of y/n summary: after the wizarding war the hogwarts students have a year to make up, but tensions still run high a/n: I loved doing the world building for this one!

I stepped off the train with a sigh, already not excited for the coming year, which was an unfamiliar feeling. After the literal torture that was last year, I don't think any of us were eager to repeat it.

"This feels... Odd," Hannah said as she stepped on to the platform.

"Our last first day at Hogwarts—again," I said in reply.

The entire seven-hour train ride here at felt stuffy, and eerily void of the typical excitement. Platform nine and three-quarters had been tense enough, and it didn't seem like the animosity would be fading anytime soon.

Hagrid's voice cut through the air, seemingly impossibly loud through the silence. "First years—er—first first years—new first years, this way!"

As soon as he stopped talking the silence closed in again, even more suffocating than before as the littlest in the crowd pushed the other direction.

I slipped my bag over my shoulder, following Hannah through the slow moving crowd towards where we'd meet the carriages.

We were halfway across the platform when the first incident of the year occurred; A sickeningly familiar voice screaming "murderer" at the top of his lungs.

Most of the crowd spooked, panicked gasps echoing throughout the space, friends rushing to soothe the nerves of those that had begun to spiral. Hannah and I took the opportunity to push through the crowd, swiftly meeting Ernie's side.

"Death eaters!" he spit again, furiously pointing to a small cluster of Slytherins, led my Theodore Nott.

"Ernie, go," I urged, pushing him by the shoulders.

"No!" he fought. "They're murderers! Every last one!"

"Ernie," I tried again. "Drop it. You're freaking people out."

He cast a glance around at the crowd, wide eyed and panicked, before deciding to let me push him out of the way, though he continued to spew hateful words about the Slytherins as we walked.

The carriages were the second issue of our arrival. Students gathered around, speaking in scared whispers.

"It's alright," Luna attempted to placate, her voice as soft as usual as she stepped forward. "They're nothing to worry about."

"They're horrid!" I heard a nearby girl mumbled, her friend near in tears.

"Luna's right," Harry said, immediately drawing the attention of the crowd.

The group in front of me shifted just enough that I could see what held everyone's attention. Each carriage, which usually moved on their own, were hitched with two of some creature that appeared akin to a horse's rotting corpse.

They stood tall, necks held high, almost regal. Their skin was a deep grey colored leather, clinging to thin bones and stretched over large wings. Their eyes seemed to be a simple glow, resting in the depths of the socket, paired with hornlike ears and pointed beaks.

"They're thestrals," Harry continued. "They only appear... To those that have seen death." Another shocked gasp ran through the crowd.

This was going to be a long year

The welcome feast went just about as well as you could expect. I caught up with Harry, Ron, and Hermione after we got out of the carriages, and they all sounded as excited as I was for the coming year.

McGonagall gave her first welcome speech as headmistress, which I thought she did rather well at, but the message seemed to fall on deaf ears. It was just as she had finished saying "Unity is what is most important now, as no matter our past, or our lineage, it is our friends that we need most in trying times such as these," that a group of Gryffindor began shouting at the Slytherins, branding them killers and traitors.

The Slytherins already seemed more scattered than usual. Only maybe half of them returned, and by time the sorting was finished a third of their numbers were first years. They all sat in clustered groups, as if they couldn't even trust their own anymore, and the students that belonged to well-known pureblood or death eater families were left well alone, leaving the likes of Malfoy, Nott, Zabini, and Goyle each in their own large stretch of empty table, as if even interacting with each other would be too damning.

And given the school's reaction to their return, they were probably right.

The next few months passed much the same as the first night had, blame and spite falling on the shoulders of the Slytherins. They were cornered and berated, or occasionally, hexed or pummeled. It wasn't uncommon to find the lower years crying in secluded hallways.

According to Ernie, he thought they deserved it. "Lying killing bastards," he said one night in the common room. "Every last one of them."

"Don't you think that's a little harsh?" I questioned.

"No," Hannah said bluntly. "Half of them still have that blasted mark on their arms."

I knew better than to bring up the fact that it wasn't exactly removable, but she wasn't wrong. Most of the Slytherins in our year had returned, purely in an act of good faith from their parents, trying to cover their tracks as best they could. Majority of them wore strictly long sleeves, and it wasn't difficult to guess why.

"If I could just get my hands on one of those little rats—"

"I'm going to bed," I stated, cutting Ernie off. "Goodnight," I said before turning towards the dorm. I couldn't listen to any more of their threats and violent promises.

I walked out of the library, Madam Pince, locking the door behind me. It was just before curfew, and I would have to hurry if I wanted to reach the common room in time.

I had made it to the ground floor by time I heard voices, seemingly coming from the dungeon steps. I cautiously turned the corner to see Ernie, Zacharias Smith, and Seamus Finnigan crowded around something at the top of the stairs.

Zach gave whatever it was a sharp kick, earning a pained groan.

Merlin, it's a person.

"Hey!" I yelled, storming over to them. "What the hell do you think you three pricks are doing?"

They all spun around, Ernie stepping forward. "Nothing, Y/N. Go to the common room."

"Alright," I said, crossing my arms. "Let's go."

"This doesn't concern you," he tried again, his tone becoming more hostile.

"As one of your best friends, I think whoever you're beating up does concern me."

Ernie sighed, stepping out of my way. By now he knew it was no use to fight with me.

I gasped, seeing Draco crumpled on the floor. "For Merlin's sake!" I rushed to his side, checking for any immediate injuries. His hand was clutched over his stomach, his face covered in cuts and already forming bruises.

"He's just some Slytherin scum," Ernie spit.

"The worse of them," Seamus added.

"Go," I ordered over my shoulder. "None of you are helping."

They all looked like I had personally wounded them, before stalking back off to their respective common rooms, leaving me on my own to force Draco into a sitting position.

"Are you okay," I asked. "Scratch that, you clearly aren't. Is there something I can get you?"

He didn't answer, leaning back against the wall. He wouldn't meet my eyes and was slow to move. I was starting to worry he had a concussion of some sort.

"Draco, do you need to see Madam Pomfrey?"

He shook his head slowly. "Why did you help me?" he asked.

"What?"

"Anyone else in the school would've let them beat me to a pulp." His voice was rough and gravely.

"Because I'm not a monster."

The word seemed to strike a chord, causing Draco to flinch at it.

"I mean, I don't think all Slytherins are bad."

"That's a... Noble take on the situation. Sure you aren't a Gryffindor?"

I let out a soft laugh, moving to sit next to him along the wall. "No, no. Hufflepuff all the way."

A silence fell over us, but something was different about it. It was... Comfortable, so unlike the tense air I had become accustomed to over the past few months. I couldn't help but notice Draco's fingertips coming to tug on the edge of his sleeve, pulling the fabric further down his skin.

"You don't have to hide it," I said as softly as I could, yet the words still seemed to spook him.

"It doesn't... Freak you out?"

"It's just a tattoo now. Nothing to be scared of."

His hand fell back into his lap, his eyes trained on the hem.

"I'm sorry about Crabbe," I said, cursing myself as soon as the words slipped past my lips.

"What?" he asked, finally meeting my eyes.

"H—Harry told me. About the room of requirement. I'm sorry about what happened to Crabbe."

"Oh," he said, wearing that same melancholy expression he always seemed to have now.

"I shouldn't have brought that up. I'm sorry," I hurriedly apologized.

"No, don't be. I'm sick of people trying to tiptoe around what happened. Thank you."

"You're welcome," I muttered, this time being the one to stare down at my hands. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I've been worse."

"Please let me take you to Madam Pomfrey."

Draco was silent for a moment before nodding, letting me help him to his feet. "Thank you," he said again. "I—I didn't think I was going to get out of that easily."

"I'd hardly say you made it out easy, but you wouldn't have made it very far anyway," I said, referencing the way he leaned on me as he walked.

"Yeah," he said with a feeble laugh. "This might be... Unorthodox, given the current situation, but would you maybe want to... Go out some time? Ya know, when I'm not black and blue."

I laughed, pulling his arm over my shoulder to better hold his weight. "I'd love to."