#& then I just kept adding stuff onto her the way I kept adding charms to my flip phone in high school

[llamahearted]

like it's no big deal at all

songs on repeat

[im-a-wonderling]

Clumsy, Clumsy ~ George Weasley

This is part two of Is It Still Punishment if It Was Worth It?, so be sure to read that first!

Warnings: bullying

Word count: 2.6k

“Don’t make the mistake of forgetting your essay on Angel’s Trumpet Draught for next class,” Snape said in his cool snarl, the dim shadows of the potions classroom throwing sinister shadows onto his face. “I expect no less than 24 inches of parchment.” After letting his words sink in, he sat at his desk. “Dismissed.” 

The other Potions N.E.W.T.s students shoved their textbooks into their bags, chatter filling the air as they filed out of the chairs, leaving their cauldrons where they were. 

As I slowly placed my ink bottle into my book bag, I kept my eyes on Cassius Warrington, a massive Slytherin in my year. He had a handsome face, to be sure, but it was his recently updated status as a member of the Inquisitor Squad that I cared about. 

Before my detention with Umbridge, I didn’t concern myself with the Inquisitor Squad. Their blatant Slytherin favoritism added with my natural rule-following tendencies made any concern of them irrelevant. But now, thanks to my detention last night, I’d been thrust into the spotlight, and I couldn’t count on that combination any longer. I couldn’t rely on them to simply take away House points either, because taking points away from Slytherin would punish them as much as it would me. They would likely find other, more creative avenues of punishment. 

“Y/L/N,” said a cold voice. 

“Yes, Professor Snape?” I said, looking up to see the potions master looming next to me. 

“Do you have a reason for loitering in my classroom?”

I immediately put my bag strap over my arm, gathering my parchment and my textbook into my arms. “No, sir, sorry, sir.” I ducked my head and shuffled out of the classroom, subtly glancing both ways before following the rest of the students up the stairs to the Great Hall for lunch. 

I only made it five steps.

BANG!

I fell forward, only managing to catch myself before my nose hit the edge of a stair. The contents of my book bag, however, were not so lucky. The thuds of my books, the flip of my rolls of parchment, and the crash of my inkpot created a symphony of chaos, but the only encore was laughter. 

“Clumsy, clumsy,” said a gruff voice. 

I looked up into the leering face of Warrington. Cheeks burning, I reached for my wand to clean up the mess and hurry past, but it’d been in my book bag and was now likely among the mess. 

“Don’t go and do anything stupid,” warned the voice of Pansy Parkinson, who flanked Warrington on one side with her arms crossed and her nose in the air while Gregory Goyle stood on Warrington’s other side, a menacing smile on his face.

I lifted my hands, showing I meant no harm. 

Warrington’s mouth spread, revealing his perfectly aligned teeth with such malevolence, he looked like a bloodthirsty beast. “Aren’t you going to clean up your mess?” Pansy giggled, looking thrilled at the prospect of watching me collect my stuff. 

They wanted to see me humiliated?

Fine.

When one’s greatest care isn’t pride, it costs nothing to grovel. 

Staying on my hands and knees, I grabbed my empty book bag. My copy of Magical Drafts and Potions had fallen open to reveal a picture of Arsenius Jigger, the author. I reached out for it. A black dress shoe nudged it out of my reach. I crawled forward another step, reaching again, and again it was pushed out of reach, this time accompanied by derisive laughter. 

The third time, the black dress shoe didn’t intervene, allowing me to pick up my potions textbook. After hesitating, I picked up A Guide to Advanced Transfiguration without any intervention from my spectators. And my rolls of parchment. And the few wayward quills. 

Soon, the only thing on the stairs beside my knees was the puddle of ink that was gradually flowing down to the bottom of the staircase. If I could just find my wand, I could clean it up with the Scouring charm.

I looked up to see Warrington twirling a thin hickory stick between his fingers. 

My wand. 

“Oh, d’you want this back?” Warrington asked, feigning as if he’d just realized what he was playing with. 

A show, I reminded myself, give them a show. “Please,” I said, infusing my voice with panic. I considered making my chin tremble but decided that was the wrong kind of pathetic to pretend to be. 

My wand froze. “Clean up the ink first.” 

Mimicking desperation, I looked down at the puddle, as if I hadn’t the faintest idea what to do. Then, I slid my cloak off my shoulders, dabbing at the black cloud. The house elves would be able to clean the ink easily, it was only a momentary situation. I was thankful I left my potion ingredients in the potions room, otherwise it might be frog livers that I was cleaning instead of ink. 

Finally, I stood at the bottom of the stairs, holding my dripping cloak with one hand and my bag with the other, looking up at the deviant expressions far above me. “Can…can I have my wand back?” I asked timidly. 

“Put your cloak back on.”

I lowered my gaze to the floor to contain my glower at Pansy’s order. Slowly, I set down my bag and threaded my arms through the arms of my cloak. Looks like the house elves would be cleaning my cardigan and skirt as well. I looked up at Warrington again with as pitiful an expression as I could muster. 

Warrington’s black dress shoe slid forward. “Kiss it.”

He wanted me to kiss his shoe? I looked down at the article in question. The dress shoes were fairly clean, even if they were clearly polished. The momentary discomfort of the taste of shoe polish in my mouth was tame compared to what I expected them to do, so I knew that wasn’t all he was planning. 

If anything, it was highly likely that when I got my face close enough to Warrington’s foot, he’d kick in my nose. 

Grimacing, I leaned forward, already brainstorming which spell would be best to set a broken nose. 

“What’s going on?” 

The familiar voice from behind me made my spine straighten, and for the first time, I felt the shame that Warrington so desperately wanted me to. 

“Nothing, Malfoy,” I spat before any of the others could speak. “Go away.”

“Malfoy,” Warrington said with a calculating smile, “come join us, won’t you?”

The inconsiderate blond climbed the steps to join the other three, and I glared up at him. “This doesn’t concern you.” Malfoy hadn’t talked to me since he reported me, though not for lack of trying. I didn’t want to allow a conversation until I’d formed some sort of response to his actions. 

Kneeling before Malfoy as he stood beside Warrington, I certainly had things to say, but nothing that would make the current situation any better. 

“Y/L/N just took a tumble on the stairs,” Warrington said, looking at Malfoy. “She was about to thank me for keeping her wand safe.” The four Slytherins all looked down at me, Warrington expectantly, Pansy nastily, Goyle bawdily, and Malfoy confusedly. 

I tried to remind myself that I was trying to keep my head down and of the merits of complying. But it was one thing to comply with mistreatment when it came from notorious tormentors; it was quite another to comply with mistreatment from a friend. And with Malfoy standing above me, all I wanted to do was curse the lot of them. 

“Kiss it,” Warrington hissed, “or I’ll go find that brother of yours and make him do it.”

I forced myself to hesitate instead of immediately throwing myself down onto the stone steps and obeying. While Warrington laid down the winning hand, I couldn’t let him know that particular hand could win all future games. 

I inched myself closer to his shoes.

“Is there a problem here?”

I closed my eyes, denying the possibility that the owner of that voice was interrupting this stand-off between myself and the Inquisitor Squad. But no, when I opened my eyes once more, the Slytherins had parted to reveal the boy at the top of the stairs.

George Weasley. 

“None of your concern, Weasel-bee,” Malfoy snarled. 

George looked down at me, kneeling on stone steps in front of four members of the Inquisitor Squad, and I knew he was planning something dumb. Go away, I ordered him with a stern look. Let me handle this.

George casually stepped down two steps, shoving his hands into his pockets and leaning against the wall. “Y/N, I thought you were going to meet me in the Transfiguration classroom so McGonagall can help us with our project.”

Clever to mention a seventh-year class that George and I were in but Warrington wasn’t. Foolish to think that mentioning McGonagall would have any sway with this crowd. 

“I’ll be right there,” I said through gritted teeth, once again shooting him a look to tell him to get lost. 

Once again proving his inability to listen to basic directions, George walked down another step. “I think Y/L/N needs her wand for Transfiguration.”

Did he recognize my wand in Warrington’s hand? Or did he listen before he revealed himself? How long had he been listening? I wrapped my arms around my middle, feeling more vulnerable than I had before.

Warrington let out a short laugh. “It’s four against one, Weasley. Don’t think you’ll win.”

“Maybe I won’t win,” George replied, a cocky grin on his face, “but I can make your winning hurt.” George pulled his wand out. “And it’s four against two actually.”

I shut my eyes, ready to curse every Weasley ancestor for their descendant’s actions. George had clearly allied himself with me. It didn’t matter if I accepted the alliance because the damage was already done. When I opened my eyes again, Warrington, Pansy, and Goyle were still staring George down, but Malfoy was looking at me with a look of betrayal.

“Ten points from Gryffindor,” Warrington drawled. “And unless you want to make it another ten–”

George slipped his hand into his pocket and then raised his hand high. 

BOOM!

The area filled with green smoke and an odor so putrid, I had to cover my nose. A hand seized my forearm, and if it hadn’t had freckles on it, I would’ve clawed at it with my nails. The hand dragged me up the stairs so quickly, I nearly tripped.

Then, once I’d finally gotten my feet under me, the hand dragged me sharply to the right and into a cramped room I’d never seen before.

George slid whatever trap door it was shut, throwing us into darkness.

“Lumos,” George muttered, and a small light threw his face into view. 

“I cannot believe you–”

“Shush!” George leaned his ear against the door he’d just shut. 

“Warrington still has my–”

Without budging from his spot, George held up his hand, showing me my wand. “Now will you be quiet?” he hissed. 

I was getting real tired of getting shushed by George Weasley, but unfortunately, he was always in the middle of misguided heroics when he was doing so. And he was right, now that we were silent, I could hear the shouts outside the door.

I took the opportunity to look around the tiny space. It was about the size of a normal Hogwarts broom cupboard, but there were no cleaning supplies in sight. Despite the lack of contents, the stone interior sported no cobwebs or dust that I could see from the minimal light emanating from George’s wand. 

The voices, still audible, grew farther away, and I saw George relax a bit. 

“I didn’t need saving,” I whispered, grabbing my wand from George’s grip. “I had it all under control.”

George rounded on me. “Were you actually going to kiss his shoe?” 

So George did overhear the conversation before he disrupted it. Suddenly looking in his eyes was much more difficult than a moment before, but I didn’t look away, even as my face flamed. “It’s none of your business.”

His head recoiled, as if physically pushed by my words. “You were.” Anger transformed his face, which I didn't like half as well as the normal easygoing smile. “I can’t believe you’d just lie down and do whatever they say!” His words might not have accused me of cowardice, but his eyes did. 

I folded my arms, exasperated. “I weighed the possibilities and made an informed decision.”

“And so you allowed them to bully you?” George asked. 

“Just because I didn’t do what you would do doesn’t make my actions wrong!” I snapped. 

“Just because you thought about it first doesn’t mean it was the right decision.”

I scowled. “Just because you got to be a hero doesn’t mean that your decision was the right decision either!”

“You’re lucky I showed up when I did!” 

“Oh, of course I couldn’t have handled it myself, could I? Guess what, Weasley,” I stabbed a finger into his chest, “I’ve survived over six years at Hogwarts without you, and I will continue to do so without interference.”

“But now you’re not just trying to survive,” George argued, grabbing my hand and holding it away from his chest. “You’re trying to keep your brother safe at your own expense.”

“And there’s nothing you can do about that,” I fumed. “If I decide that submitting is the best way to keep Clem safe, I will let the every single student in this school walk over me and thank them afterwards for good measure!”

George let out a huff, but the longer we frowned at each other with blazing eyes, the more his mouth curled into a wry grin. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to restock on dungbombs and follow you around for the rest of the year.”

“I’m not some damsel in distress,” I replied acerbically, reaching out to push the door open. 

George grabbed my hand. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Leaving.”

“Not yet.”

I fixed him with a look. “We shouldn’t linger for them to find us. We should go find a better hiding spot, a more secure one that isn’t so close.”

George’s surprise quickly morphed into amusement. “You’ve never been in here before, have you?”

I didn’t like that he clearly knew something I didn’t. “No, why?”

“This door’s enchanted,” George replied. “If the room’s occupied, the door’s charmed not to open from the outside.” George’s words seemed dependable enough, but I didn’t trust the smirk on his face. It was obvious he found something amusing, but the source was not obvious. Unless he was laughing at me. 

“What is this place?” I asked warily.

George grinned, but it wasn’t his regular goofy smile where his whole face lit up with enjoyment. His lips stayed closed, and his chin dipped down slightly as he waggled his eyebrows. 

There’s only one thing that could mean. 

“You dragged me to a make-out spot?!” I shrieked.

The only answer was George’s shoulders shaking with barely repressed laughter. 

Ignoring the butterflies that spontaneously erupted in my stomach, I shoved the door open. “I’m getting out of here.” I stepped outside, eyes darting every which way to spy any enemies. 

“What, is snogging Warrington’s boot preferable to snogging a friend?” George called from behind me as I stormed towards the Great Hall.

“I don’t snog my friends!” I yelled over my shoulder at him, not bothering to turn around fully. 

Maybe I was imagining it, but as I climbed the steps to the Great Hall, I could’ve sworn I heard George say: “Well, that’s a bloody shame.”

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Chapter 20: Moving Day

Jess stared up at the building before her with slight trepidation, clutching her small sack of belongings tight to her chest. It wasn't as new as Thancred's, and nowhere near the grandeur of Varrus and Cirdan's, but the apartment building seemed nice enough. Quaint, in a way. 

And, she realized with a breath of relief as she followed Kal'istae and Thancred inside, it had an elevator. She also noted the Roegadyn woman sitting at the front desk - it had a front desk?! - who glanced up and nodded at their approach. 

It still hadn't quite sunk in that she was moving in with Thancred's gorgeous, dainty girlfriend. She desperately hoped the two would get along - and that she wouldn't get on the smaller woman's nerves too too much. She knew she wasn't exactly the easiest person to get along with, to say nothing of living with. And if she screwed anything up… Well, the last thing she wanted was to cause any sort of rift between her and her brother. 

Her brother who was grinning like an idiot ahead of her. And it wasn't hard to imagine why - having Jess living there gave him a great excuse to swing by whenever he pleased. Which, judging by the other two's new lover highs, would probably be often. 

She just hoped she wouldn't be audience to any private sights or sounds. 

“C’mon Jess!” Thancred turned to see what the hold up was, gesturing broadly for his sister to join him and Kal’istae as they stepped onto the elevator. He kept his arm outstretched, blocking the door from closing while the other hefted the box he’d carried for her from the bar. “It’s safe enough, promise.”

Kal’istae grinned as she leaned back against the back wall, holding her own small box in two hands. “Landlord keeps up with the place,” she assured Jess, “and between Ms. Melziet and I, we’ve laid enough charms and alarms to make sure nothing is going to break - at least not without us knowing about it ahead of time.”

Thancred leaned beside her, his arm brushing her shoulder as he watched Jess keenly. “Are you sure this is all you have?” He jogged the box in his arm. “An air mattress and some sheets. Your clothes,” he added, jerking his chin at her bag, “and whatever’s in Kali’s box? I didn’t realize you were living quite so leanly.” The humor had fled and he was frowning in thought.

"Yeah," Jess sighed, her gaze bouncing forlornly between the two boxes, "that's it." A collection of knick-knacks and souvenirs, primarily chocobo in nature, a pair of boots, her training gear, a few well-loved books, a well-loved plushie… It wasn't exactly as if she'd had much of an opportunity to collect many belongings in her life, bounced from home to home as she was. She only prayed that Thancred's new relationship lasted, lest she have to find somewhere to move again. 

What she wouldn't give to live in the same bed longer than six months…

But her brother didn't need to see her so downtrodden. And so she shook her head and plastered a smile upon her face, quickly stepping into the elevator after them. 

"Besides, I don't need stuff. I've got everything I could ever need right here." She tapped her chest, yet what exactly her words meant, she had no clue. "So, uh… are we going to be electrocuted if I don't say the magick phrase right? Some sort of guardian golem watching your door? Just what am I walking into here?"

Lavender-edged eyes twinkled. “I do have a locking spell,” Kal’istae acknowledged, “but I’ll key you to it and you won’t ever have to worry about it. Nor will you have to hunt down your key; it’ll let you right in. Saves time. The only people keyed to it are you and me. Not even Thancred,” she added with a smirk.

“Yet,” he retorted mildly, leaning down to steal a kiss while her hands were full of Jess’s box. “Don’t worry, scamp. Not much in the way of visible magic. It’s not like Y’shtola’s place, where everything’s floating and dancing and bobbing around and you nearly bean yourself on a cauldron before you notice it’s there.” He waited a beat. “Or maybe that was just me.”

As the elevator halted and the doors sprang open, Kal’istae lead the way off and up to her door. She gestured for Jess to join her, nudging Thancred unsubtly out of the way. “Come here and take the knob in your hand. Don’t turn it, just make sure your whole hand is wrapped around it. I’m going to introduce you to my door.”

"I… um… ok…" With only the slightest hesitation, Jess reached out and placed her hand on the cool, brass knob as instructed, finding it… to be like any other door she'd ever encountered. "It's, uh… nice to meet you?"

Beneath her hand, the knob warmed against her skin. Kal’istae watched, her gaze slightly unfocused, as though seeing something neither Jess nor Thancred could see. “Excellent. Go ahead and turn the knob; open the door to your new home.”

She couldn't explain exactly how, but Jess did as instructed, finding, to her amazement, the door opened without so much as an onze of resistance, revealing a well kept apartment inside. 

Her new home. 

It was quaint, but homely, a small living and dining area situated beside a kitchen, nothing huge or luxurious but more than enough for her to work with. The back wall held a handful of doors - bedrooms and a bathroom, she had to assume. It was well decorated, personal photos and photography lining the walls, a few plants here and there, an old couch seated before a TV - nothing amazing, but more than she'd ever had. 

Not that it instantly felt like home or anything - it would take her a while to settle in, given that she had time to get comfortable, that was. And, of course, nothing was hers - none of the furniture, none of the photos, nothing. She'd find a way to contribute. Somehow. 

“Kitchen.” Kal’istae set the box on top of the couch, then turned towards the kitchen. “Thancred says you like to cook - that you’re better than he is. I’ll take his word for it, and thank all the gods, because I cannot cook. So if you’re willing to take a turn in the kitchen now and then, I’ll love you forever even if I boot him to the curb.”

Thancred ghosted up behind her and slipped his arms about her, leaning down to nuzzle her hair. “You won’t boot me. I’m too cute.”

The look on Kal’istae’s face was a study in conflicting emotions: wary disbelief warring with absolute pleasure. She reached up to cover his hands briefly with hers, then slid out of his grasp. “I’ve got a lot of one-person meals,” she continued, just a bit breathlessly, “microwaveable, box mixes, the like. But just tell me what you need and I can have it delivered or pick it up - or we can take a shopping trip and you can load us up.”

Turning, she faced Jess with a serious expression. “I know you’re going to worry about gil. I can’t tell you not to. I can tell you Thancred and I are more than happy to cover things like furniture and food and household items until you get your feet back under you. You’re his sister, and you’re doing me an enormous favor. So don’t.”

“I, um… If you insist.” Jess twiddled her thumbs where they still grasped her pack. “Just basic kitchen stuff will do… eggs, milk, flour, pasta, chicken, lettuce, rice, broccoli, that kind of stuff… I can make anything work. But I won’t touch anything pre-made.” At that, she couldn’t help but shudder. “I don’t know how you’ve survived so long. But I’ll contribute! I’ll use every last gil I earn to make things fair and square.”

She brought a finger to her chin. “Maybe if I wear more low-cut shirts and shorter skirts to work I can get better tips…” 

A joke, of course.

Mostly. 

“Not funny,” Thancred said flatly, ceasing his efforts to corner Kal’istae for a proper kiss to glare at his sister. “Look, I know I got you that job - but promise me you’ll look for a different one. I don’t like the idea of you in that bar any more. Maybe Kali has an opening… No,” he cut himself off. “Not at the school; nix that. Just keep an eye out, and I’ll keep an ear to the ground.”

Kal’istae took pity on Thancred and stole up to him, brushing her lips over his before slipping past and out of the kitchen. “We’ll talk more about what you’ll contribute later,” she assured Jess. “You’re not here to live off charity; you just may be paying in different coin than gil. As I said, making dinner and helping me shop better will go a long way to making my life easy. And if you can help me figure out lunches, I’ll be well on my way to paying you.” She smiled. “Now come on, don’t you want to see your bedroom?���

"Oh, relax, Thancred," Jess snorted, giving her brother a playful shove. "I'm a big girl, I can handle myself. Plus, I've got a friend who's been sitting in the bar with me almost every night since - a personal bodyguard, if you will. I'll be fine." It was a good thing he didn't press on the subject of working at the school, either - knowing her, she'd spend most of her day in the principal's office, despite not being a student.

With that, she turned to Kali, a bright, defiant smile upon her face as she nodded. "Right. Bedroom. If you would."

As Kal’istae led them back to one of the doors set off the back hallway, she flicked her tail at Thancred. “Leave her be. Tell me about this friend,” she invited the girl. “Don’t worry, Thancred will keep his opinions to himself if he wants to stay.”

The psychologist spluttered, glaring at her back - but he kept his opinions to himself, at least for now.

“It’s not much,” Kal’istae said as she opened up the door, “but it’s a room.”

The room wasn’t particularly large - it would be big enough for a double or queen-sized bed, a dresser, nightstand, and maybe a small bookcase or desk - but that was about it. It didn’t have a window, but there was set of glass-fronted Ishgardian doors that opened out onto a small balcony just big enough for a chair or small bistro set. “The bathroom is at the end of the hall - I have access from my bedroom, but unfortunately you’ll need to enter from the hall.”

Then she stepped aside to make room for Jess and clamped her mouth shut, hoping the girl wasn’t too offended by the size of the room or not having a private entry to the bathroom.

"Oh, you've met him. The Elezen who-" Jess paused as she entered the room, a feeling of giddy excitement rising in her chest. Sure, it was plain, the walls painted a dark blue, bare of anything but an off-white carpet, but… it was hers. 

"I love it!" she gasped, carelessly dropping her items to hurry to the balcony, admiring the seventh story view. "And I'll try to remember to knock, then - wouldn't want to walk in on Thancred in the shower or anything horrifying like that." She'd have to work on getting furniture, for sure, but, well, baby steps.

Kal’istae leaned against Thancred as he came up beside her and slung his arm around her shoulders. “Thank you,” he murmured softly.

Her eyes on Jess, she smiled. “No need. I wasn’t lying when I said she was doing me a favor. This place is a lot of room for me, and you know how I am. I’m always in danger of becoming a recluse. Maybe a roommate will keep me from hermiting myself away.” Raising her voice, she called to the hyuran girl, “We’re going to let you unpack and get yourself situated. Then, if you like, I thought maybe we could hit a thrift store I know nearby that often carries furniture. It may not be new, but it’ll be in decent condition and I’m sure we can fix it up if needed.”

“And unless you want to cook in your new kitchen,” Thancred added, skimming his fingers over Kal’istae’s hair, “I thought I’d treat you ladies to dinner. There’s a nice little sushi place around the corner.” He grinned cheerfully. “A date with my best girls.”

"Don't let Ryne hear you say that," Jess snorted, as she begrudgingly peeled herself off the window. "That all sounds wonderful - I should have enough to afford a mattress and a frame, maybe a desk if I'm lucky. And you know how dangerous it is to offer to buy me sushi.”

Indeed, the last time he’d taken her to her favorite place, she’d racked up a bill of over 100 gil on salmon nigiri alone, to say nothing of the shrimp tempura and crab rolls. 

Huh, he really was trying to impress his new girl, wasn’t he? 

Maybe he was, but Kal’istae wasn’t complaining. They slipped out of the room, letting the door swing half-shut behind them. The Au Ra hesitated, glancing towards the living room, then took Thancred’s hand and drew him instead towards the room across from Jess’s.

Throwing open the door, she led him into the spacious master bedroom. His attention was only half on his surroundings - the plush-covered queen-sized bed, the wooden furniture, the balcony beyond the double doors. He was too captivated by Kal’istae as she let her fingers slip away from his, moving deeper in even as he lingered near the door. “Kali,” he said softly.

“Your sister is moving in. I’m not inviting you here to play,” she chided lightly, but he could hear the nerves behind her teasing. “I just thought I would give her a moment to bask in her new space.”

He ghosted across the floor, his shoes whispering on the hardwood floors as he reached for her, drawing her into his arms. She stiffened slightly, then relaxed, swaying into his body. “I like holding you,” he murmured as he wrapped his arms about her and inhaled her crisp, clean scent. “I’ve never much been one for cuddling, I admit; I like touching women, but not… like this. Not…” He trailed off, at a loss for words.

She hesitated. “Affectionately?” she finally ventured tentatively.

“Yes,” he sighed, closing his eyes. “Yes.” His arms tightened briefly, then loosened again and he adjusted his grip. As they had once before, they began to sway, dancing lightly in the middle of her bedroom. “Kali.”

She laid her forehead against his breast, swaying with him. “I’m glad I said yes.”

He shifted so that he could lean down, pressing a kiss atop her head. “I’m glad you did, too.”

She lifted her head then, finding his mouth with hers. They slowed, stopped, holding tightly to one another as they shared a kiss that was soft and sweet, edged in only the barest hint of that perpetual hunger that lived between them. Time stretched; minutes crawling forward at their own slow pace until they finally parted, gasping slightly for the breath. A third time, “Kali.”

“Thancred,” she murmured, and his hands came up to grasp her shoulders. She met his eyes and could read the want - the need - deep within their golden depths. “Gods.”

“I can wait,” he said hoarsely, “but I’m not sure how much longer you can.”

Neither was she. “We should… check on Jess.”

His hands slid up into her hair, tightening and tangling until her head was bowed backwards. He could see the pulse flutter in her throat and had to fight viciously against the urge to bend his head and taste it. Instead, he aimed his mouth for hers, a single, bruisingly hard kiss, then released her. She staggered back and he gave her a long look, then turned and strode from the room to check on his sister.

She watched him go, pressing her fingers to her lips and aching for him with every nerve in her body.

Unpack has proven to be a rather generous term; Jess found herself staring at the two boxes on the floor, her hands on her hips. She had to do something, she supposed. 

And so she reached for her pack of clothes and shook it upside-down, spilling its guts haphazardly in the corner. 

There, now it felt like home.

With that, she strode back into the living area - only to freeze upon hearing the sounds of murmurs and lips smacking against lips from the half-shut door to what she assumed was the other bedroom.

Oh, lovely. 

Well, with any luck, they wouldn't be too terribly long. And so the woman plopped herself onto the old couch, nervously folding her hands and staring at her lap, pushing aside her feelings of discomfort. 

This was her life now. She'd have to get used to hearing her brother's affections from the other room - and get used to the pang of sadness she felt in her chest, that jealousy, that longing for someone of her own to love.

One thing at a time, she reminded herself. One thing at a time… 

Thancred came out first, looking no more mussed than he had when they’d left her room - and not much happier. His smile when he saw her was genuine enough, however. “Well, scamp, ready to go see if we can find you at least a crate to set your alarm clock on?”

Kal’istae followed a moment later, looking a bit more frazzled - and no, not much happier, either. But she grinned to see Jess and tried to slip past Thancred. He reached out without looking and caught her, drawing her against his side, and she didn’t protest. “It’s not far, and if we find something big, they’ll deliver. And then sushi,” she added with a twinkle in her eye.

Jess desperately hoped she hadn't kept them from further activities as she eyed them curiously, taking in their unfussed appearances - for she knew if she was in their position, she may not have been quite so considerate. 

"A whole crate, eh?" The woman snickered. "That might be a bit fancy for my tastes - maybe we can find a slightly soggy cardboard box?" She made her way to the door, hesitating only briefly before grasping the knob and finding herself thankfully unharmed, opening it for her friends to pass through. "After you."

The store took up as much as three normal storefronts, and the second floor as well. In addition to second-hand furniture, it sold… well, everything under the sun. Clearly, it was a popular consignment shop for the surrounding neighborhood, and even at six pm on a Thursday, there were plenty of people browsing the shelves and racks.

By the time they entered, Kal’istae and Thancred were walking hand in hand, having subtly nudged Jess into the lead so that she didn’t have reason to feel like a third wheel. “Here,” Kal’istae said as they got to the entrance. “Don’t be shy, and don’t worry too much about the budget.”

“That’s for after you’ve got what you need,” Thancred agreed. “Ladies first.” He released Kal’istae’s hand long enough for her to slip inside, then reclaimed it once the three of them had crossed the threshold and the door had swung shut behind them with the gentle ringing of the bell. “You weren’t kidding,” he said to the Au Ra. “They do have a little bit of everything. Where shall we start?” he asked Jess.

“Um…” Jess stared at her surroundings in awe. “Probably the mattresses, I guess?” Not that the thought of sleeping on a used mattress was terribly appealing… but she needed a bed regardless, and it was likely the best she was going to get. 

“What do you suppose,” she began, leading the trio over to a wall of discount mattresses, some more stained than others, “the room can fit a full, right? Or should I really unlock my inner child and go bunk?” Perhaps, if she got crafty, she could try to fit a queen - but she really didn’t need that much bed, not for just herself, and heavens knew she wasn’t exactly expecting company. 

“A full or queen,” Kal’istae agreed, “and no smaller. Just because you’re flying solo now doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be prepared for if situations change.”

Thancred looked pained. “Can you please not put thoughts like that in my head about my little sister?” he asked her.

She gave him a sidelong look. “She’s not a little girl any more, Thancred.” Releasing his hand, she swung in closer to Jess and slipped her hand into the woman’s instead. “Focus more on the mattress - you want one that isn’t too used and still has plenty of spring in it. Rails are easy to come by and with the right sheets, you won’t even miss if you don’t have a head- and footboard.”

"Right, right." Jess brought a hand to her chin, poorly hiding her smirk as she browsed the offerings. There was just something so delightful about making her brother squirm. "Let's see… Not Lalafell, Miqo'te sized is a bit small but I could make it work… Aha!" Finding her prize, she reached out and grasped a ticket for an only-lightly-stained Elezen-sized full - a bit longer than she needed, perhaps, but, being a Highlander often left her choices rather limited. "And only a hundred gil, and it comes with free bedbugs! Now that's a steal, don't you think?" 

Her grin was humored as she glanced down at the Au Ra who'd taken her hand, pointedly ignoring the disgruntled Hyur behind them. 

"Sure, you say I don't need a frame, but what am I going to tie the ropes to if not?" 

A jest, of course… but her brother didn't have to know that. 

Kal’istae looked mildly surprised at Jess’s teasing, but Thancred didn’t look amused at all. “Scamp,” he sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I’m too old for you to play with this way.”

The Au Ra glanced over her shoulder, sizing up the psychologist as he gazed at their backs, looking pained. “There’s nothing about you that’s old except your soul, Thancred Waters,” she said mildly. When he met her eyes, she smiled slowly. “Your heart will always be young and free.”

He darted forward and caught her free hand, drawing it to his lips. “Young perhaps - it cannot be otherwise with so many to keep it that way,” and his eyes darted towards his sister, sparkling merrily, “but free? I think perhaps not so much any more.”

Kal’istae stared up at him, indigo eyes wide, then abruptly colored and looked away, though she did not remove her hand from his. “As for bedbugs,” she said breathlessly to Jess, “those - and stains - are no problem. I can magic them out easily enough.”

Thancred said nothing, but the laughter dancing in his eyes said it all; he liked seeing her flustered. He liked it a lot.

"Ugh, you two are nauseating." Though Jess supposed she deserved it, after tormenting Thancred so in turn. With a scoff and a shake of her head, she abruptly strode away from the two lovebirds, nudging a set of mattress rails with her toe. They would work, she supposed - nothing fancy, but neither was she, really. 

She had bedding, at least, though the fitted sheet wouldn't fit a full but she wasn't about to buy used sheets - she had some standards, at least. 

"Well," she huffed, hands on her hips, "what next?" Though if she was speaking to her friends or herself, she couldn't say, given that she hadn't turned to see if they'd followed. 

They were following. Mostly. Whether or not their attention was on her was another story. Once more their hands were joined, fingers twisted as they murmured softly to each other. When Jess asked her question, Thancred tore his gaze from Kali and looked around. “Well, you’ve earmarked a mattress and frame. Want to see if we can find you some kind of nightstand and maybe a dresser or chest for your clothes?”

“Speaking of clothes, if you need any of those, they have some really decent ones. I shop here a lot,” Kal’istae added without a hint of shame. “I can get a lot of really great clothes for not very much, and on a teacher’s salary, that’s saying something.”

Abruptly Thancred dropped her hand and darted down one of the makeshift aisles. He returned moments later with a framed painting in his hands. Turning it around, he displayed it proudly to Jess. On it, a flock of wild chocobos were dashing across a forest clearing in the moonlight.

Jess clasped her hands. "I love it!" she gasped gleefully. Just what her new room needed, a bit of her own flair. 

And so the three trudged through the rest of the store, ending up with an odd, unmatching handful of furniture - not that Jess minded. It added to the charm, in a way, and though it stretched her coinpurse to its seams, she found heraelf quite pleased at the end of the evening. 

"It's an extra fee to deliver," she mused quietly, turning to her friends."Should we just carry it back ourselves and save the gil?"

“I’ll take care of the fee,” Thancred told her. “I told you. I want to take you guys out to dinner. Hard to do when we’re all burdened down with bags and boxes - not to mention a bed. Don’t fret, scamp. Let me do this for you.” 

“Ok, ok,” she huffed, though she didn’t exactly like the idea of charity. 

Free sushi, on the other hand, was definitely not something she considered charity. “Right, then. I think I hear the shrimp rolls calling my name, even from here.” With eager enthusiasm, she hurried out the doors, only to stop mid-step as a thought occurred to her. 

“Oh! I almost forgot. Ciprys and Cirdan are hosting a pool party this Saturday at Cir's apartment and Varrus thought I should extend the invite to the two of you as well. Won't you come?" She gave her best pleading puppy eyes. "It'll be so much fun - their pool is on the roof. The roof!" 

Is it charity when it’s between siblings? “Just try not to to eat your weight in sushi,” he warned her laconically. “I still have bills to pay this month.” He gestured for her to precede them out of the store, giving her directions to the sushi place he knew nearby. “A pool party? With - scamp, I don’t know,” he said dubiously.

Kal’istae tugged on his hand, frowning. “I rather like Ciprys. And it would be nice to get to know them better.”

He grimaced. “It’s not her. It’s that Cirdan. He’s not good news, Kali.” His eyes slid towards Jess and his face tightened slightly. “I’ve had bad experiences with his kind before.”

Wrapping her arm through his, Kal’istae leaned into him. “She wants to go,” she murmured. “She wants us to go. And he seemed genuinely upset about what happened. Give him a chance. Everyone deserves a chance,” she added as his eyes glinted stubbornly.

He sighed. “Fine,” he muttered, then his expression softened as he peered after Jess. “Fine. Better to be there than wonder, at any rate. Alright,” he added, raising his voice. “Sounds like a deal. Now. Sushi?”

"Sushi," Jess agreed with a nod. "And no promises about the bill."

"There!" Jess cheered, lifting her arms to the ceiling as her blanket fluttered down across her new mattress. "What do you think?"

It was an eclectic mix, to be certain, mismatched furniture sparsely covering the small room, the single photo hanging above the bed. It really wasn't much, but, well… it was the most she'd ever had. And she was determined to make it a true home. "Looks like I'm living in the lap of luxury now, huh?"

Kal’istae leaned against the door jam and studied the room. “It looks like you’re living your own life,” she replied serenely. “I didn’t have much more than you do now when I first moved here from Sharlayan. I couldn’t bring much with me on the airship, so I just had the clothes on my back and a few suitcases besides. The Miuranis shipped me a bunch of my books and stuff, but I had to make do for furniture. The good stuff will come in time.”

"I… Thank you, Kali," Jess murmured, her bravado fading as she nervously clasped her hands. "You didn't have to do this, but you did. For Thancred. For me. I swear, I'll do my best to make it up to you, and I promise not to be one of those obnoxious roommates you hear about all the time."

Lavender-edged eyes were warm. “I did it for myself, too,” she murmured. “I have a habit of shutting myself away from the world. I have few friends, and none outside of work or dance. Thancred’s one of the first people who was stubborn enough to force his way past the walls I’ve erected.” She sighed, shrugging uncomfortably. “You get it. It’s hard to make friends when your world is always getting turned upside down. I’m helping you - but I’m helping me, too. I like you,” she added, lips curving enough for the dimple in her left cheek to flash. “You’re… refreshing. And I think we’ll get along just fine.”

"I think so, too." The Highlander slowly nodded, reflecting the smaller woman's smile. And, gods, she hoped they were both right. Friends had been in rather short supply in her life, and now she suddenly felt inundated with them, in all the best ways. 

Perhaps her life was finally starting to look up for a change. 

[hoodoo12]

Rock and Roll (2/?)

NSFW. Dewey Finn x OC.

They stumbled out onto the street and she started down the alley, rifling through her pockets for some cigarettes. She retrieved her pack and turned to him. "You smoke?"

Somehow he kept his feet despite Mora grabbing his hand and bulling her way through the crowd, and that pleasant, tipsy-but-not-fully-drunk fuzziness in his head. The crisp night air cleared some of that away.

Mora was already on her way. She exuded confidence he would follow, even though they just met. The alley wasn't well lit until she asked if he smoked and the flame from a lighter threw an orange cast to her face.

"No," he replied. "It might give depth to the voice but it's not so cool if the kids found out."

He hoped seeming kind of vanilla--more than he already was--wouldn’t change her mind. To buy back some cred and seem less lame, he added,

"I'm not against the occasional joint, though."

The first drag was always the best. She held it in for a moment before exhaling deeply; almost a sigh of relief.    She tucked everything back in her pockets as the turned from the alley to the sidewalk. Just a few streets away.

"Oh, you're in luck, then. I've got some rolled at home." She grinned and took another drag.

Eventually, they arrived at her apartment building. The main entrance door led to some stairs that led up to her apartment. The building's structure was a bit outdated so it wasn't exactly the Ritz but it was an affordable place within walking distance of everything downtown. Mora unlocked the apartment and shucked her jacket it off once they entered past her entry way.

It was a tiny one bedroom but it had its charms. Her own gothy interior design added a nice, modern touch to an otherwise ancient building. Her guitars were displayed in the corner of the living room adjacent to the TV. Her couch was a deep purple with a suede feel. She tossed her jacket over the side of it and plopped down, patting the spot next to her for Dewey to sit.

"If I had known you smoked, I would have suggested we come back here and chill a lot sooner." She smiled, retrieving a pre-rolled joint from a box on the coffee table. The paper crinkled as she ignited the end of it and took a long inhale and exhale.

"Sometimes I like staying in more than I like going out. I'm a pretty extroverted introvert. Besides, you get to know someone way better when you're not yelling over a loud band." Mora giggled and passed the joint over to Dewey.

Dewey followed along, trying his best not to look too stalker-ish or desperate. He almost stepped on her heels when she paused to take off her jacket.

Mora's place had more style than he could ever hope to achieve. Catching sight of her guitars, his first instinct was to go check them out--he tended to gravitate towards things like that; it helped cover up the feeling he was out of place--but she sank onto her couch and patted the cushion beside her, leaving him no choice but to sit down too.

Unlike her relaxed pose, he sat stiffly with both feet on the floor. The joint would loosen him up. He hoped. His left knee bounced, a visual representation of his nerves. Clamping a hand onto it, he took the offered blunt and took a drag, holding the smoke in his lungs longer than a breath.

He passed it back before he released it .

"I don't get out as much any more," he lamented. "Work and ... stuff, you know."

He still wasn't sure hearing about taking classes to be a bona-fide, productive membod society would win points or not.

"What do you do, when you're not listening to bad karaoke?"

Mora observed Dewey's features as he took his turn with "puff, puff, pass" and replied to her comment. The smoke poured out of his mouth as he spoke and shadowed his face. She couldn't quite make out his expression but his body language seemed rigid. If it wasn't for the alcohol running through her small frame, and now weed, she probably would be the same but it was more her style to panic on the inside while appearing cool and aloof.

A soft chuckle escaped her lips at his comment. "Well... By day, I'm a barista. On days off, usually fiddle around on guitar, watch bad movies and smoke weed. The usual stuff.  Post band break up? Not much. That's why I was there. Scouting for new musicians." 

"And apparently very cute ones too." She looked up from her lap with just her doe eyes and gave a coy smile.

Intending to look like he was more focused on the joint, Dewey actually did his best to listen to Mora's reply. She had a good voice; she said she played guitar but maybe she also did vocals?

wonder what kind of vocals she does in bed, the dirty part of his brain whispered.

He coughed due to embarrassment to his own internal monologue and passed the joint back as he tried to get himself back under control.

It was only then that he realized that maybe she'd think he had an embarrassed fit because she casually flirted with him. Maybe now she was getting the wrong idea! His anxiety brain started spiralling. Maybe she was going to think she read him wrong, that she made a mistake--

"I'm not gay!" Dewey blurted with the first breath he could take semi-normally.

The random rise of urgency in Dewey's voice startled Mora. Out of instinct, she laughed but quickly realized that that was probably rude. "I didn't think so. Maybe a little bi-curious..."

Then, she  paused, examined his face and gave an empathetic smile.

"I'm just pulling your leg, Dewey. Hey... you look like you've got a lot on your brain. Why don't you tell me what's troubling you?"

The rocky slope of "bi-curious" wasn't one he wanted to even attempt to navigate at the moment. Dewey grinned weakly at her assessment, and brightened considerably when she clarified it was a tease.

"I'm sorry. Sometimes I, uh, get a little paranoid when I smoke," he replied. 

He held up a hand to indicate he didn't want it back, then put both hands on his legs above his knees, gripping his thighs as it to make sure his legs didn't bounce or his didn't do anything else weird.

Mora sitting so close, examining him, asking a deeper question than expected twisted things up inside him. If he spilled his guts to her, he could always claim it was because he was drunker or more high than he thought. Or he could just blow it off and head back home, like basically all the other nights, iike most of his life--no matter how much he fantasized about the rock star-plus-groupie lifestyle that was so far out of reach it might as well have been on the moon--

"I'm just . . . nervous, is all," he admitted, staring at his hands. Because his knee couldn't bounce, the fingers on his left hand rubbed his jeans, the callouses there making noise on the fabric. "I don't often--well, ever, really--get asked home by hot chicks--women! Hot women!"

He risked a glance over at her.

The anxiety was practically radiating off of him. In a way, she kind of felt bad for him. Felt bad for making him uncomfortable or putting him out his element. His hand rubbed at the denim on his leg and she instinctively put a hand on top of his, to soothe his fidgeting and stop it. Partially for her own sake. She held his hand and gave it a squeeze, making eye contact to make sure he knew she was listening to him.

"I don't know if this'll make you feel better, Dewey, but I'm nervous too." Mora smiled softly. "I mean, the liquor helps a bit... but I'm nervous as fuck right now."

A laugh followed but it wasn't because it was actually funny but more so because, well, she was nervous and admitting that was hard.

"I don't do this very often either but you caught my eye and I'm a bit of a go-getter. I promise I'm not as scary as I look. You don't need to be intimidated by me." 

She gave a pregnant pause as she let what she said sit with him.

"No expectations for tonight. I'm down for whatever. If you want, I can call you a cab if you think you wanna hit the sack."

Mora's hand was warm. And soft. And strong! The squeeze she gave him compressed his fingers, but it felt . . . nice. He attempted to relax to not scare her hand away.

He couldn't help but scoff a little at her confession. "You? Nervous? Yeah right. You kissed me in the bar. A go-getter," He made one-handed finger quotes around the term, "is the understatement of the year." 

Dewey chuckled. If she could tease, so could he.

Time to channel some of her energy. A concerted effort to make it as smooth as possible--instead of shaking like a leaf--he flipped his hand under hers so their palms were together. His fingers automatically laced with hers, and that felt even nicer.

Mora threw her head back and laughed at his comment. The laughter came with some relief that Dewey was loosening up. Her head returned to its usual positioning and she smiled softly at him.

Their hands entwined created a feeling in her stomach she hadn't felt in a long time. It terrified her.

With her free hand, she took one last hit of the joint before she put it out in the ashtray. Smoke poured out of her nostrils and she avoided eye contact with him for the moment. Anything to distract herself from feeling.

In that moment, they both needed a distraction.

She turned to him, a little abruptly, and leaned forward to place a soft kiss on his lips. After a moment, she cupped his cheek and leaned in closer to deepen it.

This time her mouth had the sweetness of the weed with a base note of alcohol. Of its own accord Dewey’s jaw loosened. His tongue tentatively touched hers.

His fingers tightened their grip.

It was more real here, in Mora's apartment. More like she actually did want him, and not like she'd been dared to make out with him or him being pranked. Despite his nerves, he relaxed into the kiss.

Mora's fingers against his beard felt nice, but not as nice as her mouth on his. 

A soft moan escaped him during one of the inevitable pauses for breath, but he was almost past the point of being embarrassed.

It was no surprise for Mora that Dewey was a little vocal when things heated up. It tended to be a common occurrence in musicians; maybe some sort of audiophile thing. After all, she was very vocal herself.

And very forward.

She climbed into his lap, straddling him on the couch. Both hands cupped his face as she continued to kiss him deeply, occasionally letting her tongue slip out to touch his. She began to breath heavily in between their breaks, occasionally letting out her own hums of contentment.

Mora's move to straddle him was both a good thing and a bad thing. Good, because he'd probably wouldn't have been bold enough to move past kissing and maybe some petting; bad, because it made his cock fill again and how there was no way he'd be able to hide the broomstick behind his fly.

The way she kissed him--continued to kiss him, her hands holding him exactly where she wanted him, her tongue dipping teasingly between his lips, her own sounds of approval--made it clear she didn't mind she could feel his arousal. 

Her aggression must have seeped into him, because although at first he wasn't sure where to put his hands, they landed on her thighs. Dewey squeezed the tops of them, and during one of the longer duels with their tongues his left hand slipped back and dared to cup her ass. The squeeze he gave there, with his fingertips ghosting along the seam covering her, was even more gentle, like he was determining if that was going too far and any second Mora was going to throw herself off him.

He was sweaty. It was hot in here. Hot. His t-shirt rucked into uncomfortable wrinkles as she pressed against him, and if he had true confidence he'd take a moment and discard it. He still wasn't sure where this was going, yet, so he just continued to let her lead.

The heat radiating off of him made her sweat a bit herself. The weather outside wasn't overtly hot but the any room without circulation is bound to get stale. She mentally kicked herself for not leaving the fan on when she left. There was only one thing to do when it got too hot.

The kiss broke so she could pull her top up and off over her head. Her skin was ghostly pale and almost reflective in the dimly lit room. Her bra was basic; just a black t-shirt bra with a silver trim. It looked a little worn. Definitely not included in the "delicates" load of laundry.

She met with his mouth once again once it was off. His lips were intoxicating. The taste of the salty sweat dripping on  on his upper lip wasn't off putting at all. Actually, quite the opposite. It just aroused her more.

Apparently, it was having a similar effect of him based on the prodding she felt beneath her.

She had to see more.

"Let me see you." She mumbled in between kisses, tugging at the bottom of his t-shirt.

tbc . . .

[agent-cupcake]

hellooo! i admire your writing so much and would love to hear more about your ~process~. how much do you plan, what do you like to know before diving in, that kinda thing <3

Oh I love talking about myself you really shouldn't have opened up the floodgates

(but since you did...)

I don't really have a process I follow. Even if I do plan things out, I can't ever stick to it so mostly it's not worth the effort. For the most part, everything begins by taking story concept and character and writing down little scene snippets in an empty doc, or on my phone. Usually this is dialogue or sensory stuff, and a lot of times it doesn't make it into the final draft because my obsession with keeping to what I feel is more character accurate. The point is to set the tone, I guess.

Not that its relevant, but some of my favorites of these starting snippets that were in the final product is Junpei showing reader her own funeral and Emet-Selch dunking on reader's hopes and dreams at the end of Devil's Bouquet.

Anyway, from there, I flesh out that starting line, add more little snippets or even ideas for other scenes, and almost always write the ending, or at least write out the portion of the ending that I see as "the point" of the fic. This can be a segment of dialogue, a paragraph of emotional language, or even just a sentence to remind myself of the moment that every word I write is building up to support. That's the break of tension between the characters which, in my case, is usually the part right before or around the smut (but usually not the smut itself, as I see that as the tension builder or tension release rather than the "climax" ((haha)) itself). I didn't used to do it this way, but it's so much easier to write when you have a working knowledge of the core of your story.

You know, like your basic moral lessons: Make sure your mother doesn't marry into a family with a stepbrother who is a bully and pervert. Don't engage in a power struggle with Claude. Think twice before being too friendly with old British men.

Obviously this is a joke but yeah, I definitely could come up with single sentence explanations for any of my fics. No matter how far along in a story I am, before I decide on "the point", it's kinda a mess. Often times when I am cutting scenes, it's because it doesn't fit this specific vision. In cry foul, Sylvain and reader originally met at the wedding and he was a lot more honest about his intentions throughout, but rewatching scenes with him made me realize that my starting premise was flawed and so it all got cut and my focus shifted more onto the games he was playing with her. In Asteria, I have the scheme between Yuri and Aelfric set, but reader was going to be more of a sleuth about it (the original plot of this fic was unhinged ngl) but then I changed to make her a lot more of a charming country bumpkin sort of character so it could be smaller scale and more self contained, more focused on how reader feels about Yuri. I want to account for as much of the world and setup as I possibly can to make the payoff more satisfying. Somnambulant exists as it does because I kept adding little notes for scenes I thought were necessary which then saw a lot of elaboration to justify itself. Also characters have a tendency to run away from me. I'll add scenes or segments simply because the characters demand it. Sylvain wasn't supposed to take reader's panties but then it happened and I had to deal with it. There are a lot of small things too. In heavensent, I added in that she was sitting in a chair last minute because I felt like it smoothed out their movements and the DP thing just happened because I thought it was... Not funny, but contextually... Yeah. Forever ago when I wrote Welcome to Dead House, I straight up retconned reader's personality entirely because she was too well adjusted, so I added the therapy scene and mental breakdown.

Um. Yeah. I think the point of me saying all of this was just to say that I don't really go in with much of a plan or anything as I maybe should, I just live my bliss and see what happens. The stuff that I love the most in anything I post is usually the unintended things that spring up when I'm "in the zone" because that's when I feel like I get the best banter/dialogue and most intense scenes.

Anyway thank you for coming to my TED talk

[drabbles-mc]

Just One Week (5)

Horacio Carrillo x F!Reader

Chapter Index

Warnings: pining, Carrillo being the smoothest motherfucker on the planet

Word Count: 5k

A/N: Super long chapter because I buried myself in this fic instead of facing my feelings today. I love them so much I could sob. Carrillo is an amazing dancer and if someone wants to argue about it I simply won’t because I know that I’m right lmao

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Monday came around quicker than you thought it would. You hadn’t taken the entire day off, opting to come in for just a couple hours in the morning to check in and see what had transpired over the weekend that you might’ve missed. You figured that it couldn’t have been anything too crazy since no one had reached out to you, but you still wanted to stay on top of everything.

It was just Javier sitting at his desk when you got in, already clacking away on his typewriter. His eyes flicked up to you for a moment, giving you a nod of acknowledgment before asking how your weekend went. He kept his facial expression neutral enough, but you knew what it was that he really wanted to know.

“Your parents liking Colombia so far?” he asked as he switched out the paper in his typewriter.

You smiled, nodding, “So far, yea. My mom has already mentioned that they need to schedule more trips down here,” you chuckled, “Let’s just hope that this week is actually somewhat quiet so she doesn’t try to stuff me in her suitcase and take me home with her.”

Javier chuckled, “Can’t say that I’d blame her for trying,” he paused, “How’d the big dinner go?”

With a sigh, you shook your head, “I’m not talking about this here, Javi.”

A smirk was curling the end of his mouth, “Give me a one-word review. C’mon,” he looked around the floor, noting that it was pretty much just the two of you since it was so early, “no one else will know.”

“Till you tell Murphy,” you shot him a look.

He laughed, “We’re all partners. Doesn’t that count for somethin’?”

You rolled your eyes, “I hate both of you,” there was a long stretch of silence and even though you weren’t looking at him, you could feel him looking at you. You knew for a fact that Javier was stubborn enough to stare at you till you broke, no matter how long it took. With a deep sigh, you caved, “It went…really well.”

The surprise was evident on his face, “Really?”

You laughed at his reaction, nodding, “Yea. He was…charming. Like. Very charming.”

“So you didn’t fire him, then?” he chuckled.

You shook your head, knowing the smile on your face was far too telling for your own good, “No, I didn’t fire him.”

The look in Javier’s eyes let you know that he had more comments and questions locked and loaded, but before he got around to any of them, there was the sound of heavy boots making their way across the floor. Both of you stopped and looked even though you knew who it was. Carrillo’s face was perfectly neutral as he looked over to Javi. They gave each other small nods and exchanged quiet, professional hello’s. His gaze fell onto you next, and his expression softened just slightly, something that most people wouldn’t have been able to catch if they didn’t know to look for it. You gave him a wave and a good morning before forcing yourself to focus back on your work again.

Carrillo walked into his office, shutting the door behind him before going to sit at his desk. Taking a deep breath, he propped his elbows on his desk and clasped his hands. Hearing you refer to him as Colonel now that he knew how it sounded when you called him by his actual name felt wrong. But it was the rules that the two of you had agreed on, and he knew that. And about five minutes ago he didn’t think that those rules were going to cause so much of an issue for him, but he’d been wrong about things before.

It was a surprisingly quiet morning at the embassy. You were able to catch yourself up quickly with minimal interruptions. Steve came in not too long after Carrillo had, and as he sat down in the desk across from Javi, you knew immediately that he wanted to start asking you the same questions your other partner had not too long before.

You gave a slight shake of your head as he opened his mouth, “I’m sure Peña will fill you in as soon as I’m gone,” you stood up, stacking up a few files to bring home with you, “Call me if anything new pops up. I've got a date to go and do some tourist shit,” you laughed.

“Oh, yea?” Steve prodded with a laugh, “With who?”

You narrowed your eyes at him but your attempt to suppress your smile wasn’t overly successful, “My parents. I’ll be sure to tell them you both say hello.”

“When do we get to come along and meet your parents?” Steve joked.

“Don’t say that too loud,” you chuckled, “my mom will hear you and then you’ll be stuck with her for the next week,” you saw the witty remark on the tip of his tongue and shook your head, “Careful what you wish for.”

Before you could get locked into another round of banter with them, you walked towards Carrillo’s office. Pausing for a moment outside the closed door, you took a breath and righted your shoulders before reaching forward and giving it a light knock, not unlike the one from the week before that could’ve almost gone unnoticed.

“Come in,” his voice was clipped, professional.

Pushing the door open, you poked your head in and offered up a slightly nervous smile, “Hey, Colonel,” the word felt foreign on your tongue now but you pushed through the feeling as you shut the door behind you, “Got a minute?”

He nodded, gesturing to the seat across his desk, “Always.”

Something about his unwavering eye contact gave you the jitters, but you tried not to let it show, “I was planning on heading out for the day, unless there’s something you need all three of us for?” you nodded towards where Steve and Javi’s desks were.

He shook his head, “No, no. Go ahead, please. If something changes, I’ll be sure to let you know.”

“Okay,” you nodded, lightly patting your knees as you quickly weighed the pros and cons of what you were about to say, “You have any plans tonight?”

 He raised his eyebrows slightly, “I don’t know, do I?”

You laughed, “If you have things going on already, I don’t want you feeling like you have to rearrange your schedule for it, that’s all.”

“What kind of boyfriend would I be, hm?” the question and quiet laugh that followed it fell so easily from his lips when it was just the two of you alone in his closed-off office.

The lack of the word fake or pretend in front of the word boyfriend wasn’t lost on you. You hated the butterflies it put in your stomach and you tried your best to continue the conversation despite the fluttering feeling.

“Right. Well,” you chuckled, twisting your hands in your lap, “I’ve got a couple places that I’m going with them this afternoon. But, and I promise I didn’t prompt them for this,” you couldn’t subdue the satisfied grin creeping onto your face, “but my mom really wants to go dancing.”

Carrillo’s lips pressed into a thin line for a moment, and you really thought that you lost him. Your brain was already working at break-neck speeds to come up with excuses for your parents for the rest of the week to explain why he wasn’t there. You were about to offer up an apology when his very calm, very professional voice stopped your thoughts in their tracks.

“Okay,” he nodded, “I’ll be there.”

Your eyes grew wide, “Really?”

He nodded, “Yes. After all,” he shot you a smirk, one that lasted for a fleeting moment, “you don’t know the clubs here anyway.”

You laughed, relief coursing through you, “Yea, I guess not,” standing up, you smoothed out your jeans, “Alright. Then I’ll…I’ll see you tonight.”

He nodded, eyes dropping back to the paperwork in front of him as he was already shifting back into work mode, “I’ll pick you up.”

You smiled, watching him for a moment despite the fact that he wasn’t looking at you, “Okay.”

Letting yourself back out of his office, you tried to put a more professional face back on as you walked through the main expanse of the floor. You grabbed your bag and your files before saying goodbye to Steve and Javi. They spared you more unwanted commentary as you made your way towards the elevator. Taking a deep breath, you let your eyes shut for a moment once the elevator doors slid shut. You were thankful that you had a mini-itinerary for the day, otherwise you were liable to lose your mind as you waited for the evening to roll around.

You’d dropped your parents off at their hotel after your afternoon out and about together. They asked you where the four of you were going to be going that night, and you truthfully told them that you had no idea, that it was up to Carrillo to pick the place. You thought that your mom was going to be annoyed by the fact that you didn’t seem to have a clue, but she was too busy being excited by the fact that you had a boyfriend who would help you plan things like this. You could see it in her eyes that she was already picking out wedding dresses for you in her head. When this was all over with, it was going to be tough down the line to break her heart over it.

“What should I wear?” she asked you as she stepped out of the car.

You laughed, shaking your head, “I know that you must’ve packed fun clothes, Mom. Half your closet at home is dresses. Whatever you pick will be fine.”

“Well then what are you going to wear?” she arched her eyebrow, scanning your face carefully for your response.

You paused, giving real thought to your answer, “Good question. Guess I should go home and figure it out, huh?” you got out, giving them both a hug and a kiss on the cheek to say goodbye, “We’ll come pick you guys up later, okay?”

The first thing you did when you got home was jump in the shower. You felt like you had been showering twenty times a day since moving to Colombia, still not fully adjusting to the heat. You were standing in front of your closet, wrapped in a towel, casually grazing on a bag of chips as you tried to figure out what you wanted to wear for the night. You hadn’t ever gone out and gotten many clothes for going out and dancing, most of your life in Colombia revolving around work. Clubbing had never been a priority and the clothes hanging in your closet clearly reflected that.

You held the bag of chips in one hand as you pushed the hangers around with the other. You had a couple nice sundresses, but none that you really wanted to go dancing in, per se. Letting out a deep sigh, you continued to leaf through one work shirt after another in hopes that something was going to miraculously materialize in front of you.

And then it did. Your eyes grew wide and you couldn’t believe that you’d forgotten about the dress to begin with. What felt like a million years ago now, you were supposed to go on a double date with Steve and Connie, and one of the men from the hospital that Connie worked at that she thought would be a good fit for you. However, the weekend that that was supposed to happen, you, Steve, and Javier all got called to pull a straight 72-hour shift at the police base to help with a raid. Things got so hectic after that, that you never mentioned rescheduling the double date. And the nice dress that you’d bought for it had been sitting forgotten in the back of your closet this entire time.

Pulling the hanger out, you held the dress out in front of you. It wasn’t overly flashy, but it was definitely more than the simpler sundresses that you usually wore if you were going out to get lunch or run errands. It was a warm yellow, and if it still fit the way that it had back then, it hugged you perfectly in all the right places. You found yourself biting lightly at your bottom lip as you thought about the possibilities for the night ahead, and you were more excited than you wanted to admit to yourself at the idea of Carrillo seeing you all dolled up.

You were putting the finishing touches on your makeup when you heard the knock at your door. You and Carrillo hadn’t discussed a time, but there wasn’t anyone else that it would be at that point. You were still in an old t-shirt and shorts from after your shower, not wanting to risk ruining your dress while you got your hair and makeup in order. You didn’t want him to see you looking like that, but you also weren’t just going to leave him standing out on the other side of the door. Taking a deep breath to steel yourself, you walked over to the door and pulled it open.

“Hey,” you immediately began trying to cover for yourself, “I promise I’m not going out like this,” your laughter was tinged with nerves, “I just, I had to finish my makeup and hair and—”

He held his hand up to stop you as he closed the door behind him, “It’s fine,” he flashed you a smile that made you weak in the knees, “Take your time.”

Letting out a quick breath, you nodded, “O-okay. I’ll be right back,” you gestured vaguely to your living room and kitchen, “Make yourself at home. Beer’s in the fridge.”

You could hear his quiet chuckle as you made your way back to your bedroom. Grabbing your dress off your bed, you shut your bedroom door before quickly stripping out of the ratty clothes that you currently had on. Stepping into it, you pulled it up and slid the straps onto your shoulders. You battled with the zipper for a moment, and you almost thought that you were going to have to call to Carrillo for help. But you knew that if you did that, you might actually have a heart attack and die. After a minute of fighting with it, you were able to zip it all the way up. With a sigh of relief, you pulled on the small heels that you had, ones that weren’t too tall and would result in you snapping an ankle later in the night. Leaning over to look in the mirror on your dresser, you started putting your jewelry on. The butterflies in your stomach flew right to your fingertips as you fumbled with your earrings.

“He’s not your real boyfriend,” you muttered to yourself in an attempt to get your mind and body to calm down, “He’s not your real boyfriend.”

Once all your accessories were in place, you stepped back over towards your bedroom door where your full-length mirror was hanging. Giving yourself a long once-over, making sure everything was just right, you nodded, “But if he was, he’d be one lucky son of a bitch,” you murmured to yourself with a small smile.

At the sound of your heels against the flooring, Carrillo’s head whipped from the window directly to you. And all the years with the CNP, countless scenarios of learning how to hide his emotions and keep his cool all went flying clean out the window he’s just been gazing out of. His eyes widened, and the smile that crept over his features didn’t look like one that he’d tried to fight. You never thought that you would ever describe the colonel as starstruck under any circumstances, but there weren’t many other words in your vocabulary that would accurately convey the look in his eyes.

Heat crept up your neck and across your cheeks as you fought the urge to fuss with the hem of your dress. Offering a small smile and forcing yourself to make eye contact with him, you said, “Ready?”

Disregarding your question completely, he said, “You look beautiful.”

A nervous giggle tumbled past your lips as your gaze dropped down to the floor for a moment, “Thank you,” raking your eyes back up, you took a moment to get your first good look at him since he arrived, “You clean up pretty well yourself, Horacio.”

And he did. He had on a crisp white button-down underneath a thin, light grey suitcoat and dark jeans. It was different from anything you’d seen him show up to work in, and different even still from the outfit he’d worn to dinner with your parents a few nights before. He seemed to be a man that had a never-ending supply of surprises.

He only half-noticed the way you were drinking in the sight of him, too busy being relieved by the familiarity and comfort of hearing you say his name. He could already feel himself missing it when the week was done and over with, when he wouldn’t have any reason to occupy your time outside of work anymore. He enjoyed it while he could.

“Maybe I should’ve mentioned this before,” you said with a soft chuckle as the two of you drove to meet your parents, “But I don’t really know how to dance.”

He spared a quick glance over at you, amusement twinkling in his eyes, “No?”

You shook your head, “No. Never really took the time to learn, aside from dancing in my kitchen by myself,” you laughed.

His heart warmed at the mental image of that, “You seemed pretty determined for someone who doesn’t know how to dance.”

“I just want to see you dance,” you admitted with a laugh.

He chuckled, shaking his head, “Well, I won’t be dancing alone, you know. I’ll need a partner.”

You looked over at him, watching him as he watched the road, “I’m sure my mom will be ecstatic to fill the role.”

He shook his head slightly as he made another turn, “I don’t think you mother wants me thinking about anything other than you.”

“I think she still finds it hard to believe that someone would stick around,” you chuckled, but as you said the words, the reality of the situation hit you all over again, and you tried not to let it dampen your mood.

Before your thoughts could turn too sour, Carrillo parked the car. Looking through the windshield at the building, you thought to yourself that it was the exact kind of place that Carrillo would go. It wasn’t too assuming from the outside, but even from inside the car you could feel the hum of energy coming from the other side of the heavy wooden doors on the front of the building.

“They said they’d meet us here,” you gave a small shrug as you unbuckled, “How convenient you knew a place within walking distance,” a smile tugged at the edges of your lips.

He let out a quiet chuckle before stepping down out of the car and coming over to your side to open the door for you and help you down. You didn’t need the assistance, but it was still nice. Your small purse hung by your side, and you were fiddling with the strap of it when you felt Carrillo’s arm wrap around your waist and pull you tight against him. It was a bold move for him, but you didn’t mind it in the slightest. Easing against his side, the two of you walked in to set about finding your parents.

As soon as your eyes landed on your parents, you couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your face. Your parents stuck out a bit, but you were fairly certain that you had never seen your mother looking so happy. She wasn’t a miserable person by any stretch of the imagination, but there was something different about her whole aura as she stood there with your father, all dolled up with a fruity cocktail in her hand, chomping at the bit to force your father out onto the dancefloor.

“Surprised you waited for us,” you laughed as you stepped in and hugged her.

“She almost didn’t,” your father chimed in with a smile, hugging you before shaking Carrillo’s hand.

Your mother hugged Carrillo, and you wondered if he would get at all comfortable with the prospect of that before the week was out. Stepping back, she beamed up at him, “Not too late of a night for you?”

He offered her a charming smile as he shook his head, “Every night is a late night in Colombia, señora.”

The four of you chatted for a little, but it was clear that your mother had conversed enough with you earlier in the day, because in what felt like no time at all she was dragging your father out onto the dancefloor. He put up a fight, but only to get a laugh out of you and your mother. You knew that he’d do anything for her with little to no complaints. Looking at the smiles on each of their faces as they pulled each other close, dancing nearly on-beat with the music, you couldn’t help but to think to yourself that you couldn’t wait for a love like that one day.

“They’re happy,” Carrillo was watching you watch them, his simple statement clear as day even against the music and other noise of the club.

Snapping out of it, you looked at him, nodding, “Yea. They…they always have been. Even when it wasn’t easy.”

You didn’t know what you expected him to say next, but you had to admit that you were caught a little off-guard when he slipped his hand into yours and tugged you towards the dancefloor, “Come.”

You laughed, shaking your head but not putting up any sort of fight as you followed him, “Don’t say that I didn’t warn you, Horacio.”

He pulled you tight to him, the hand that wasn’t tangled with yours finding its place on your hip. Your breath hitched in your throat, never having been this type of close before. Leaning in, he spoke right next to your ear, his breath sending chills across your skin, “Just follow my lead, querida—I’m good enough for the both of us.”

You laughed, the cockiness in his words only endearing because you knew that he wasn’t usually like that. You took his word for it, though, and tried to be attentive and follow his lead. You knew that he was a man of his word, but you were still extremely surprised at just how smoothly he moved not only himself, but you, along the dancefloor.

The two of you weren’t talking much, not that you really needed to, you supposed. The smile had yet to fade from your face as you allowed Carrillo to move and sway you to the upbeat music filling the space. Each time you looked at him, he was smiling, already staring at you. It made part of you nervous, but the other part of you couldn’t pretend that you weren’t ridiculously excited about it all.

He stepped back, giving you a spin with ease, causing you to laugh as you let him twirl you out and right back in again. You were pressed flush against his chest, unable to break away from his unwavering gaze. Despite the fact that you hadn’t had a drop of alcohol all night, you felt like you were a few glasses of wine deep as you took in the look on his face.

Carrillo reached forward, carefully fixing the strap on your dress before it could slip completely off your shoulder. The soft gesture made you tense, followed by the way he lightly traced along your jawline. You were putty in his hands before he even spoke.

“You’re better than you give yourself credit for, you know,” his voice was all you could hear besides the thumping of your own heartbeat.

You laughed, feeling your face get hot from something other than the dancing and close quarters of the club, “I’m just following your lead.”

“Are you?” he arched one eyebrow, and there was something in his eyes that you hadn’t seen in them before.

You swallowed hard as you nodded, “Yea.”

It was hardly a few seconds, but the tension and silence between you could’ve stretched on for hours for all you knew. You were quite sure what cue he was waiting for, but he must’ve gotten it because he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that made your knees buckle. His arm wrapped tighter around your waist as his other hand rested on the back of your neck, pulling you tight like he was afraid you were going to slip away. If his hold on you hadn’t been so secure, you would’ve melted into the floor.

You were breathless when he pulled his lips off yours. You knew that you should’ve had something, anything, to say, but your mind was completely blank. His eyes were desperately searching yours, trying to figure out if he had just made the biggest mistake of his life or not.

Trying to get your words in order, you kept your eyes on him as you started to speak, “Horacio, I—”

Your sentence was cut short by the sound of your mother’s voice, “Honey!” she laughed as she braced herself against your father, “I think we’re going to head back. I can’t believe how late it got!”

You didn’t have any concept of time either, to be fair. Your father offered you a sympathetic smile, “Not the party animals we used to be.”

“Oh stop,” your mother lightly swatted his chest, “Anyway, we just wanted to say goodnight.”

“Mom,” you shook your head, “we can drive you back.”

“Nonsense! It’s hardly two blocks.”

“She’s right,” Carrillo insisted with a nod, “It’s late. I’ll drive you.”

You smiled at that, knowing that your mother wasn’t going to fight Carrillo on it. Within a few minutes the four of you were making your way out to his car. The night air had cooled considerably, especially compared to the heat of the club. Carrillo saw the way you shivered as you walked towards the car and easily slipped out of his jacket to slide it over your shoulders. You smiled at the gesture, whispering a quiet thank you before walking over to the passenger seat of the car.

“I wouldn’t be doing anything else if I lived here,” your mother said with a laugh as Carrillo drove.

You laughed, shaking your head, “Good thing you’re only here to visit then, huh?”

“Horacio?” your mother spoke up, and when he glanced at her through the rearview mirror, she continued, “I don’t remember the last time I ever saw her having that much fun,” she motioned to you, “Make sure you take her out more often, hm?”

He chuckled quietly, nodding, “Of course.”

You didn’t think much of it as you reached over and entwined your fingers with his on the center console, too lost in a world where you and Carrillo had date nights where you stayed out all hours dancing. You’d let him spin you around that dancefloor for as long as he wanted to if it meant that he’d keep kissing you like that.

He pulled up outside your building after dropping your parents back at their hotel, and this time he didn’t ask to walk you up, he just got out to do so. You safely made your way up the stairs, no stumbles to be had this time around, although you found that surprising considering that your mind was not focusing at all on what you were doing.

“You wanna come in for a drink?” you offered as you unlocked the door.

He gave a slight shake of his head, not really wanting to say no but not trusting himself to say yes, either, “No. I’ll…let you rest,” he tried to ignore the disappointment that flashed across your eyes for a moment, “Are you coming in tomorrow?”

Shaking your head, you told him, “I don’t think so. Not unless I get a call.”

“Okay. Let me know when you need me next,” there was a hint of a smile on his face.

You chuckled, nodding, “I can do that.”

He looked at you, standing there with his jacket still on. He knew that you’d forgotten already, and he wasn’t going to remind you. He liked the idea of you slipping so easily into something that was his. If nothing else, it was a built-in reason to come back.

The two of you lingered in your doorway, and you tried to figure out if the kiss from before was just born from the proximity and the adrenaline from the club, or if he had been thinking about doing it for as long as you had. You were worried he was going to hear the way that your heart was pounding inside your chest as you tried to get a read on him, something that was still so difficult to do sometimes.

“Goodnight,” your voice was soft, but the word felt like an ultimatum.

“Goodnight,” he saw the way you were about to pull away, about to retreat into your apartment, and he wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip away from him again. Cupping the side of your face, he leaned in and kissed you, much softer than how he had at the club, like he was savoring it in case he didn’t get the chance to do it again.

When he pulled away, you were thankful you had the doorframe there to support you. You knew that you looked as dazed as you felt, and you were certain that he was going to have some sort of smart, witty remark for you. But he didn’t. Instead, he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek and flashed you another smile before turning and heading back down the stairs to head home. Even after he was out of sight, you stood there for a moment, trying to wrap your head around it all as you stayed wrapped up in his coat.

[sapphicwhxre]

behind closed doors

♡ pairing: harry potter x reader x ginny weasley

♡ summary: ginny wants to add a third person to her sex life with harry and you make them both glad he said yes.

♡ requested: yes | no

♡ warnings: oh my god it's FILTH ─ swearing, threesome smut, oral sex (female & male receiving), face fucking, fingering, vaginal sex, praise/possession kink, scissoring, overstimulation, nipple play/praise, cum slut stuff but i got no clue what to tag that as. also i didn’t proofread or edit because if i reread any of this shit i know it won’t get posted LMAO

it was funny, really.

everyone thought the chosen one was this awkward, inexperienced git when it came to sex. and they all thought the youngest and only girl of the weasleys must be this pure little princess. but, they were oh so wrong and you knew that first hand.

you knew because harry was almost at his breaking point. he didn’t think there was anything as precious or plain sexy as ginevra weasley but merlin, did she have some odd kinks. he’d do them all for her, even enjoyed some of them. but this one had harry redder than dragon breath.

“ginny, i don’t want another guy with his hands on you when we’re being intimate!”

finally snapping, harry was flushed and frustrated. it was the second time ginny had brought up the possibility of bringing another person into their bedroom and harry did not see the appeal. the weasley girl perked an eyebrow, however, and laughed.

“who said anything about a guy, dear?” ginny toyed with a charm on the bracelet you’d given her and shook her head. “you know my friend, y/n, don’t you?”

the boy’s eyes widened behind his glasses and his mouth went a bit dry. “yes,” was all he managed, trying to remember what house you were even in. what he did remember was that you were quite the sight to look at.

ginny grabbed harry's hand, “we had a bit of a thing before you and i. she’s a fun person, she’d do it without any strings attached.”

how had harry had no idea that his girlfriend had been sleeping with y/n? and why did the idea of letting her into the equation arouse him so much? although surprised that ginny felt absolutely no jealousy or even batted an eye at the situation, he found himself grinning when ginny did at his sudden nod.

this was how you’d ended up with harry potter’s cock buried in your pussy while your face was in ginny’s. and right now, it wasn’t very funny at all. what it was fell under the category of fucking like heaven.

“oh, good girl, just like that, y/n!”

ginny moaned with her head thrown back. her eyes were rolling back into her head with every moan she heard from her boyfriend paired with the warm vibrations of yours meeting her pussy. “look so pretty, taking harry’s cock for us,” you responded to her dirty praise by a finger into her dripping cunt, your tongue still assaulting her folds and your ass in the air. she moaned even louder and barely made eye contact with harry, who was still thrusting into your clenching walls. “so good, y/n... blimey, gin, she’s so tight,”

“and ours,” the panting girl added, her hands now gripping your hair messily. “our pretty little slut, in’t that right, harry?” he agreed with a rather distracted grunt but ginny was too occupied to respond, screaming as you put your fingers as deep into her as you could, curling and pumping while your tongue kept adoring her clit. “oh, y/n, y/n, y/n,” it was impossible at this point to tell whose moans were whose and who was saying your name louder, but either way it was addicting.

“f-fuck!” you babbled incoherently, harry and ginny's names both getting lost on the way out of your mouth. harry burst into you with a final, shallow thrust, moaning like a porn star. your orgasm clenched your stomach and your walls tightened around harry’s dick while you came, the white liquid seeping out into ginny’s view. your breathy moan was hot on ginny’s throbbing pink pussy and the sight made her want to come, hard. you took your fingers away and instantly replaced them with your tongue. gripping her thighs tightly, you let all of her sweet cum enter your mouth and drip down your chin eagerly.

“oh, that’s a good girl,” ginny was breathing fast and giving both of you a toothy grin ─ one which you and harry returned. “how hot does she look, harry?”

“so hot,” harry gasped, forehead sweaty and cheeks flushed red. “so hot covered in our cum, she knows that, doesn’t she?”

nodding and flustered, you tried to gather yourself after being fucked and fucking ginny at the same time but you were flipped onto your back. a loud yelp caught both ginny and harry and they both wore different smirks on their face. harry's said he was nothing short of loving the experience and ginny was thinking of ways to make it better for the former... and herself.

“open,” she commanded, biting her bottom lip with the cockiest look on her face. without any hesitation, you spread your legs as wide as you could to let ginny do whatever she wanted with you. “good little girl, you’ll be rewarded,” she hummed and you were desperate to be touched again. “but first ‘m gonna let harry have a bit more fun, show him just how good you are with that pretty mouth.”

the messy haired boy was already pumping up and down his shaft, tip as pink as his cheeks. “open?” harry’s request was softer but in some way, just as sexy as ginny’s. you parted your lips just enough to take his tip between them and sucked softly, eyes intent on harry while you did so. his were already scrunched in need and you made your way down, cum covered lips and saliva wetting his dick for you to suck him better. with hollowed cheeks, you bobbed up and down on his length, feeling more and more satisfied with his bucks hitting your throat. even gagging on his cock and nose hitting right above where he was slapping against his own skin, you moaned and sucked until ginny spit on your cunt.

“oh,” you let out muffled on harry. no longer watching you two, ginny was lowering her own pussy onto yours and the heat of both your aroused cunts felt heavenly. you whimpered with your lips around harry, tears streaming down your face, hoping to be touched by ginny. your wish was granted as you moaned muffled again and she sank onto you, using your thigh to ride your pussy. clits rubbing against one another with deliciously rough friction, cock all the way into your mouth, you saw stars. it didn’t even matter whose cum was dripping down your leg when the pleasure you felt was so mindblowing and harry was spilling his seed down your throat. “good little cum slut,” ginny rubbed your clit harshly.

“ginny, this is so good,” you groaned, on the verge of a sob, “but ‘m too sensitive, just let me please you guys,”

as if you’d told a funny joke, she laughed and turned to harry. “your turn baby, i want that pretty, pretty mouth back between my legs now that she’s all swollen and sexy,”

“poor thing,” harry chuckled at your scream when he attached his mouth to your soaked and abused pussy. his hands yanked you by the ass and he ate you out like you were a fucking pumpkin pasty. ginny lowered to sit this time on your mouth, facing harry’s buried head. whimpering almost pitifully, though extremely sexy to the couple you were pleasing, your tongue took messy movements to ginny’s pussy.

she was so wet that it didn't matter how out of it the sensations had you, your open mouth on her core was enough to have ginny spitting moan after moan. “cum now, y/n, i know you’ve got another one left in you,” harry cooed. you couldn’t even object with your mouth so preoccupied and all coherent thoughts being smashed by harry’s tongue fucking your hole. “that's it,” his teeth grazed you while you came and your sob on ginny’s pussy sent her to the very edge of her orgasm.

right then and there, she could have orgasmed all over your flushed face but she held on and took her pale fingers to your breasts. “i think she’s got one more in her harry, fuck her one more time,” she purred, hips bucking on your lips. the strangled moan you exhaled made harry beam while he prepared to enter you again. “you love it, don't you?” your mouth tasting between ginny’s slick folds wouldn’t let you scream his name, but you desperately wanted to when harry pushed all of his inches into you. “being just a pretty cum slut?”

in only a minute, ginny’s release washed over your face and flooded your senses. all you tasted was the last ginny had before she collpased beside you, panting heavily. she watched as harry kept fucking you like you were theirs. “pretty tits bouncing, shame we didn't give ‘em too much attention,” she chirped. your teary eyes widened, you weren’t sure if you could take ginny touching your breasts on top of harry pounding into you. but you desperately wanted to.

it must have showed in your eyes, or admittedly, in ginny’s desire because she wrapped her lips around one of your nipples and pinched the other one before switching to soft flicking. “so tasty,” she alternated, praising both your tits with her skilled fingers and warm mouth. about to coax you into your orgasm, you finished loudly and harry let himself release the second that you did. pulling out, he found his way next to ginny and wrapped his hands around her waist while she focused on your tits, tired yet euphoric. “aren’t they perfect?” ginny hummed contently and released them, and harry stroked your hair and ginny's.

“y’know, perfect’s just one word i’d use for this.”

the lovely filth of having the wild versions of harry potter and ginny weasley all to yourself were some of your best nights, you often thought. though you supposed deep down that they were the ones who had you to themselves, you didn’t care. what mattered much more was that you ─ and certainly ginny and harry ─ were quite glad that you were their good, little slut.

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When In Italy Part 4

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You stood frozen as he stepped out of the elevator, his eyes soft as he met yours, waking towards you.

“Get away from me.” you whisper, attempting to push past him and get into the elevator, pressing the door closed button before even pressing a floor, not wanting him to get any closer.

“Y/N, wait!” he rushed, sticking his hand between the doors and stopping it, his tall frame standing before you that you quickly push past, going back to lock yourself in your apartment, and lock him out, “Please, let me explai-“

“No!” you stopped, voice firm as you turned to face him, “you can’t keep doing this! you can’t keep showing up like this! So just leave me alone.”

You kept walking, ignoring his pleas as he came after you, successfully unlocking your apartment door rapidly, but you catch a glimpse of rings as he hand stops the door.

“Please.” He whispered, not pushing the door open and you saw a flicker of his eyes and you could almost see the sincerity in them, “I know I don’t deserve it, I really don’t, but I would just love to talk to you for real this time, anything you want to know.”

“and you’re not gonna be an asshole this time?” you asked, leaning against the doorframe, peaking at him, “because if you are, I swear to god Styles I will give you 5 seconds to get the fuck out.”

“Promise.” He nodded and your heart believed him, so you opened the door.

You watched as he shoved his hands deep in his pockets, slowly entering your apartment and you didn’t miss how his eyes scanned you quickly, before bouncing around the apartment, looking around the space he used to be so familiar with.

You watched how he headed to the couch about to sit but stutter stepped a bit, scratching the back of his neck and looking at you, almost asking you if it’s okay if he sits down.

You gave him a soft smile and nod, tucking a loose hair behind your ear and sitting on one side of the couch, thankful he sat on the other, giving you each plenty of space as your eyes met. The tension was slowly rising, looking at each other as you sat, wondering who was going to break the silence.

“I never meant for anything to happen.” he whispered, his head falling as a shameful look covered his face, avoiding your eyes, “After the breakup… I- I was just lost. I was messing up at work and I just was doing shit. Then, it was like only like a month ago, I was getting drunk all the time and she just came into my trailer and we were talking and then she kissed me.”

You just nodded, biting your bottom lip and picking at your nails, peaking up and looking at him, your glossy eyes meeting his bloodshot ones, not really having anything to say in response.

“And I just…” he started, “I wanted to feel better, feel anything. So, we just started hanging out more and I just really wanted to feel something, feel a connection. So we took a trip to Italy because… It’s always been a place that made me feel better and then…”

“Yeah.” you chuckled, “and then… Why did you bring her to our house? I know we haven’t talked about that kind of stuff, but it’s mine too Harry and… just seeing you two there? I never felt more replaceable than I did when I saw you two.”

“Oh love, no.” He whispered, scooting closer to you, a hand coming up to cup your face to help your eyes meet, but he retracted it back before he made contact with your skin, “I’m so, so sorry. I’m so sorry and I will never be able to prove to you, but that was never my intention to ever hurt you. The breakup was a mistake.”

“I… How am I supposed to believe that?” you squeaked, voice cracking as the barrier breaks, tears falling on your cheeks as you looked up at him, “We we’re together for years and you just- I mean fuck Harry! I haven’t even thought about even starting to flirt with someone and you’re…”

“We’ve never had sex,” He quietly added cheeks turning a bit red, “or done anything like that. At all, I just… couldn’t.”

Your eyes widen a bit at the confession, watching as he looked at his hands, a slight twinge of embarrassment on his features.

“Oh.” you whispered, “I know I shouldn’t be mad, we… we aren’t together and you have have the right to do whatever you want but it’s just… hard. Especially when I wasn’t expecting it. I went to Italy to try and get away, everything in the city makes me think of you, I don’t know why I thought staying at the house would be any better but, I just wanted to get away.”

“Sorry I ruined your trip.”

“Sorry I ruined your hookups.”

He let out a laugh, the smile staying a bit longer when he noticed you had subconsciously scooted a bit closer to him.

“It’s not like I ever really wanted to… Even little Harry only wants you.” he flirted and an instant, loud laugh leaves your lips, leaning forward and your brace yourself on his shoulder, a simple thing you had done over the years countless times, but still made his heart skip a beat.

“Oh my god,” you said between breathless laughs, your bodies now less then a foot apart as you smiled up at him, “please do not call it little Harry!”

“What do you prefer?” He smirked, “rather I call it bi-“

“What the fuck?” a voice spoke suddenly, both of your red eyes going to your front door and seeing your best friend standing their, her eyes wide in a mix of confusion and anger. Your hand retracted from his body quickly, your best friend looking at you with soft eyes, her eyes darting over to Harry’s and you see the fiery anger behind them, “Y/N, please tell me he was getting whatever shit he left behind and is leaving.”

“We were just talking.” You started, glancing over at Harry, seeing a bit of fear behind his eyes and your lips quirked up in a smile that quickly faded seeing the anger in y/bff/n eyes.

“What do you want to talk to him about? How he broke your heart again?” She asked, confusion and concern laced in her voice, “I’m sorry, y/n, I just… I can’t watch you go through all of it all over again and again.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he quickly stood up beside you giving you a quick nod as he glanced over at y/bff/n the back at you, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have just showed up. It was so good to see you, y/n, I’ll get out of your way.”

“Harry, wait!” you stood up, hating the softening in your voice, “I want to talk more… are you staying or do you have to go back to L.A?”

“I’ll be here as long as you need me. And if you want me gone, I’ll book my flight. Okay? It’s up to you, whatever you want.”

“Okay… Can I call you later?”

“You can call me anytime, I’ll pick up.”

***

Y/bff/n definitely wasn’t thrilled with you.

“I just feel like this is a bad idea, y/n!” She had exclaimed once Harry had left your apartment, “He’s gonna hurt you again! What could he possibly want?”

“I dont know, I just… I dont know.” You sighed, sitting across from her on your couch just like you did with him, “I love him and I don’t know what’s going to happen but I don’t want to end up hating him.”

She nodded, looking at you as your eyes glazed over again, “Hey, okay, I’m sorry. I just don’t want you upset. Do you still wanna go try this new place or just hang out here? Let’s get your mind off of everything, you need a break, yeah? Especially if you’re going to talk to him later.”

“Do you think I should?"

“If that’s what you think, I think you should. You know him.” She nods, “but I swear to god if he makes you cry again he’ll have to deal with me.”

So now, here you were, waiting on him to come back to finish your talk from earlier. It was helpful hanging out with y/bff/n, listening to her advice as she gave you a bit of the reality check that you needed, making sure he won’t sweep you off your feet with his familiar charm.

Your heart rate never fully calmed down as you waited for him to come back to your apartment after y/bff/n dropped you back off after your afternoon together and you were glad for the few hours of a distraction, but now your mind was fully occupied with him once again as you sat on your couch.

The knock on your door caused you to jump, hoping up and checking your appearance in your hall mirror before swinging open the door, seeing Harry standing their with a bouquet of flowers, a small smile on his face.

“Got these for you,” he began, “shoulda showed up with them when I kinda crashed into you earlier… but I was so nervous I didn’t think about it, honestly.”

“Thank you.” You softly replied, eyeing up at him and taking them from his grip, letting out a shaky breath as you welcome him in and turn on your heel, going to your kitchen to place them into a vase quickly before going back to him, seeing him in the same spot you two were sitting in earlier.

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry again… and thank you for letting me come back and talk to you at all, really don’t deserve your time, but I’m thankful for it.” He began, eyes glued onto yours as he scooted closer to you when you sat down, his fingers tentatively trailing on your arm before laying his hand on your own, “I… I want you back, y/n. I want to be with you, I never stopped wanting just you.”

“Harry, I… I don’t know what to say.” You started, “I just… there’s so much still up in the air and it’s all happening so fast. Are you still with Olivia?”

“No, of course not.” He instantly answered, “we were never anything real, I left Italy when I went to the house and you were gone. I came back here and I just… I would sit outside your building in my car and just try and get the nerve to walk in to talk to you, but I was so scared of you telling me to leave again.” Harry started deep into your eyes as he continued, his own welling up with tears, “I love you so much and I was such an idiot and fuck baby… I’ll do anything to prove it you.”

Now, you two were just inches apart, his hand cupping your cheek as you leaned into it, eyes glued onto his eyes as both of your gazes were glassy, sets of eyes wandering down to one another’s lips. Your eyes fluttered up and looked at him, his nose nudging into yours, seeming to test the boundary and you simply nodded, causing him to connect your lips in an instant.

Your lips met softly, gaining speed as the passion overflowed you both as the familiar move came back easier than either of you could have imagined. You both moaned into one another’s mouths, his tongue quickly sliding past your lips as your crawled onto his lap, fingers gripping the soft material of his shirt.

Things escalated quickly as he carried you into your bedroom, body hovering over yours as his body pressed against yours, the articles of clothing disappearing piece by piece, lips never separating a second longer than they had to you as you refamilarized yourselves with one another.

His fingers dug their way into your waist as he kissed you harder, singular pieces of thin material being the only things separating you and as Harrys fingers slipped down, pulling back and looking up at you for permission, your breath caught in your throat, reality hitting you like a wave.

“I can’t do this.” You whispered, fingers removing themselves from his hair as you covered your face, voice wavering as tears welled up in your eyes once again, “I-it’s all too much, too fast- I-I, I don’t think I can do this, Harry- I can’t.”

“Fuck, it’s okay.” He whispered, crawling off from on top of you, scrambling to pick his t shirt off the floor and handing to you, quickly covering your body with it, “Fuck, I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”

You nodded quickly, knees tucking into your chest as you let out soft cries, flinching as his arm came around you, going to comfort you with the soft stroke of his arm and retracted it quickly after seeing your reaction.

“I-I… I just keep seeing you and her in my head.” You whispered, “…I don’t know if I can do this.”

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Sunrise (1)

summary: After an explosion takes his arm and his only sense of belonging, Bucky is content to live out the rest of his days in the hollow comfort of the dark. This is, until Sam drags him down to the local VA and he meets you. (Modern AU) pairings: bucky x reader chapter word count: 3.5k warnings: heavy focus on Bucky’s PTSD/anxiety, the first splinter in the wall around Bucky’s heart 🧡 series masterlist / series playlist

This was a bad idea. A monumentally bad idea.  

Bucky closed his apartment door behind him, pausing for a moment at the top of brownstone steps as a chill of autumn air swept by. Brittle to the touch, cool on his skin, it nestled into his spine and ached deep in his bones— in ones that had been long abandoned, too. The sun reflected against the shine of the pavement from last night’s rainfall, forcing Bucky to squint his eyes.  

Was it always so bright outside? Maybe it was the fact that he hadn’t left his apartment for nearly a week before Sam threatened to turn him over to Steve that he’d forgotten how unpleasant the streets of New York could be. Loud. Cold. Chaotic.

He stepped onto the sidewalk, slipping out of the path of a jogger who nearly ran him over and had the gull to flip him the bird. Bucky groaned, curling his right hand into a fist and digging it deep into his pocket as he tried to calm the sudden racing in his chest. The free arm of his army jacket swung down by his left side, empty.  

Not even a few steps outside the sanctuary of closed curtains, warm bedsheets, and the unattended static of a decade old television, and Bucky was already regretting ever knowing Sam Wilson.  

Bucky turned towards the busy street ahead, staring up at the hustle of pedestrians and rush of taxis for a moment longer before he dared to take a step. His feet felt remarkably heavy and he had more than half a mind to tell Wilson to shove it and head back up to his apartment. He had better things to do than make a completely unnecessary trip to the VA.  

What those things were, he couldn’t say, but they didn’t make his heart feel like it was about to beat straight out of his chest. He could stare at a wall for a few hours, for example – see if he could find the crack in the drywall again and follow it to the ceiling.  

“Don't be a coward, Barnes,” Bucky grumbled to himself, earning a strange look from an elderly woman as she passed by. Her eyes held on him longer than she should; clearly a woman who had little shame in her degradation of strangers. 

He gritted his teeth and commanded his legs to move. Those worked, at least.  

As he made his way to the main street, his palm started to sweat inside his pocket. He could see his breath in every tense exhale, and still, he was boiling hot under his jacket. There wasn’t a chance in hell he’d remove it, because even with a sleeve hanging loose off his shoulder, he could at least keep up the pretense there was something inside. People would have to look twice before they realized. Wasn’t so easy to hide a missing arm in a short sleeve shirt.  

Still—he was thankful as he weaved his way upstream through the crowd that he wasn’t as broad as he used to be. A couple months' worth of weight loss, diminished muscle mass, and one less limb will do that do a guy.  

He used to be the sort of man that women would glance at as he passed by. Charming smile. Infectious energy. He could make a woman bite shamelessly at the edge of her bottom lip with a single trail of his eyes along her figure. Extend a hand, offer a drink and a dance. He used to hold confidence in every ounce of his body.  

Now, he kept his eyes on the pavement. He hid from the sun and the curious looks of strangers under the brim of a baseball cap. No one looked twice in his direction. He was invisible these days and that was just the way he liked it.  

By the time he reached the VA, he was surprised to find it a little less than pristine. The windows were dirty with handprints and smudges, the window panes covered in soot. A few of the roofing panels were missing from harsh New York winters. Even some of the outer brick wall had seen some weathering.  

Though, if he were honest, it wasn’t usual at all. Made some sense that the VA was left to wash and wear on its own, deteriorating in front of a busy street of onlookers, right out in plain sight. It was how Bucky felt after he’d come home from his last tour— discarded. Placed upon a pedestal, but only as long as you wear the uniform, only as long as you’re staring down the other end of a barrel. Once you’re shipped back home and cast out from desert, you’re made to fend for yourself. Pull up your bootstraps. Adjust.

Bucky wasn’t sure how to do that anymore. Sam insisted this would help. The people at the VA were good, he’d said. They were like him. They’d understand.  

While Bucky was suspicious, it was enough to drag him a couple blocks from his apartment. It was more than he’d done in weeks anyway. Sam would put on his makeshift shrink hat and call that a meaningful step. Bucky would call it pathetic.  

He stared at the double doors, focusing on dark red rust on the metal hinges. He wondered if he put enough pressure on the latch if it would snap clean off. It looked sharp on the edges, too. Someone could easily cut themselves on it if they weren’t careful—

BEEEEEEP!

A jolt surged through Bucky’s chest enough to nearly knocked him off his feet.  

Sudden flashes of a sweltering heat, the unnatural vibration of the desert under his feet. The car horn echoed into the back of his head, longer than it should have, and his ears started to ring. His vision felt tunneled and Bucky quickly stumbled his way through the double doors just to escape the blare of the horn outside.  

It took a minute to adjust to the dim lighting. It was darker inside than what he was expecting. He blinked a few times, hand resting on the wall to hold his balance as he looked around, shaking himself from the memories.  

Lamps were spread throughout the common room to offset the abrasive overhead lighting left untouched. Bucky started to wonder if he maybe it was on purpose, if he wasn’t the only one who had become sensitive to these things, when Sam walked into the room.  

He froze.  

“Holy shit!” Sam’s mouth rose up into that goddamn know-it-all smile, wide enough to show teeth and the dimples in his cheeks, and Bucky winced. Sam started to laugh as he crossed the space to where Bucky was standing. “I didn’t think you’d actually come!”

“Yeah, well,” Bucky shrugged, “I’m here. Don’t make this a big thing.”

“Who me?” Sam scoffed, feigning offense. “You know Steve’s the one who’s going to blow this up. He might throw a welcome party if you ever show up to the support group.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “That’s not happening.”

“Yeah, I figured as much.” Sam nodded, though he was still smiling. He looked almost... proud? It didn’t sit well in Bucky’s stomach. “Still, got you out of that cramped apartment, didn’t I? You open those curtains yet or are you still living like a vampire?”

Bucky glared at him. Sure, Sam was right... but he didn’t need to know that.  

“Come on, I’ll show you around.” Sam put a hand on Bucky’s back to guide him down the hall.  

He was only one of two people Bucky tolerated touching him at all and he was lucky he didn’t flinch anymore. Even an innocent touch from his own mother when she tried to hold his hand after he came back from his final tour had nearly left him in a panic attack. She’d cried as Bucky desperately tried to gather his breath, shoving her away as if she’d burned him.  

Sam and Steve didn’t give him much of a choice. They didn’t handle him with kid gloves or treat him like he was about to break. Even if he was splintering at the seams, you’d never be able to tell with how Sam and Steve were around him; like old times, like nothing had changed, like they were still three kids dressed in fresh uniforms with chips on their shoulders and a whole new world ahead of them.

After a while, the small pats on the back and the nudges in his side became a small comfort; not that he’d tell them. It was a strange feeling to both be repulsed by touch and crave it. But the topic didn’t come up much these days outside of his friends anyway. No one tried to touch him and he didn’t seek it out. It was easier that way.  

“The kitchen’s over here,” Sam said as he pointed into a room that had likely once been covered in white tiles and appliances, though now resembled more of a pale yellow. Two men were hunched over at the table, nursing coffee out of Styrofoam cups as a woman waited eagerly by a toaster.  

“Everything in there is free rein,” Sam added. “Always stocked with food from donations, though I would make sure to check the expirations on the milk before adding it to your coffee.” He shivered at an unpleasant memory and Bucky found the edge of his mouth curl, though he suppressed it rather quickly. 

The next room was mostly empty save for the wooden lined floors and chairs folded up against the wall. A sheet covered the small window peering inside that read ‘group in session when closed.’

“I know what you’re thinking,” Sam started, to which Bucky narrowed his eyes, “but I’m not going to force you into the support group, Buck. You go when you’re ready. If you ever are. Talking about this stuff, or even listening to it... it isn't for everybody. Steve will get that, too. We all find our outlets eventually. You’ll find yours, too.”  

Bucky nodded, a swell of relief in his chest. He’d been forced into a mental evaluation by the army docs shortly after his discharge; something about routine testing, but he knew what they were looking for – what all those shrinks were looking for – Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.  

The nightmares came first, soon after he’d returned to the States. It started in screams that burned deep into his throat, waking up neighbors at two in the morning, finding blood in his bed from injuries he’d caused in his sleep. Lately they’d manifested into sweat drenched in his sheets and a heart rate that couldn’t seem to even out until the sun rose.  

Then came the jumpiness – the flinching at every loud noise, thinking it was a bomb or the latch of a safety. He’d broken more glasses than he cared to admit, knocking them straight of his hand at the sound of a gunshot on the television.  

Then the paranoia settled in, then the hypervigilance. The anxiety in crowds and tight spaces was new, though. Add it to the list, he supposed.  

Through all of it, he never let the shrink catch on. He’d put on a smile and tell them he was proud of his service, that he’d serviced his country with honor and he was thankful to return to the civilian side of things for a change.  

It was bullshit.  

He was pissed. He lost an arm and half his mind to a war that recruited him young and idealistic right out of high school, when he was looking for a better life than what his neighborhood could offer, to put food on the table for his ma and sister. Pissed was understated.  

He wouldn’t find himself in Steve’s group; of that he was certain. You don’t talk about those things after you leave the desert. Hell, you barely acknowledge them while you’re there. It’s just how it works. It’s how you deal with it. Bucky didn’t allow himself to consider whether his method was doing him much better.

Sam walked him through the common areas, the lounge space, even a room with a pretty decent sized television and a shelf filled with DVDs. It was a nice enough place. Quiet. But so was his apartment.  

“Now this is the best room in the house.” Sam opened a door on his left, the hinges squeaking under an old wooden frame as he stepped inside.  

Bucky followed in closely behind and was surprised when a subtle scent of pine brushed his senses. A small candle was burning at the center of a coffee table, surrounding it were a few couches, all with mismatched fabrics, laid upon a carpet that looked to have been donated from an estate sale. The walls around him were lined with shelves, though they were completely empty. Cob webs hung in the corners and dust lined the wood.  

What caught his eye was a single cart at the edge of the room. It was filled with books, all in bright colors on the binding and tags from the Brooklyn Public Library piled high on top of one another, far beyond the confines of the cart itself.  

“Y/n? Where you at, kid? We got a newbie!” Sam called, nudging Bucky in the side with a playful wink he did not return.  

A figure suddenly jumped from behind the couch with a book in hand covered in layers of dust and crumbs. The sudden movement forced a flinch deep in Bucky’s chest, his breath held tight in his lungs, though he kept himself firm on the surface, like stone. It took a minute before he realized how tight he’d barreled his fist and he slowly released his grip before Sam could notice.  

“Been looking for this one for over a year!” you exclaimed, holding up the book for Sam to see. You brushed off the cover, restoring the original vibrant hue of the artwork. “Can’t even imagine the overdue fees I’ve racked up on this sucker...”

There was a strange lightness in your voice Bucky didn’t expect, a tenderness and a sunshine that didn’t belong amongst the dark overcast of the men and women who occupied these rooms. It certainly sat in dangerous contrast to the gravel and stone in Bucky’s voice and the clouds that usually followed in his wake.

He glanced down at his clothes as you approached; a pair of old ripped jeans from a few years ago, a faded t-shirt, and his army jacket hung over his shoulders. Dull and raggedy, ripping at the seams.

But you? Dressed in the warmest shade of a red knit sweater, a gentle glow on your cheeks, a softness about your movements, you resembled the sort of sunset at the end of a highway one would stop the car to capture on film. Inviting. Tender and ethereal. Lovely.  

You stepped closer and he noticed the knees of your jeans were covered in dust, your palms too. Messy in the pursuit of happiness, like a child on a playground. You didn’t seem to mind the dust as you brushed it off your knees, holding the found book close to your chest like an extension of your own heart.

“Blame it on Lang. He's always losing stuff around here,” Sam offered as you set the book on the cart. You started to laugh and swatted Sam in the arm. A pout perched on your lips, though it didn’t seem to last long. Your laugh was infectious.  

Bucky swallowed as he watched you; the way your smile wrinkled up into your eyes as if a face like yours was drawn and designed to curve at the lips and push dimples to your cheeks. It shined into the bright hues in your irises and Bucky wondered if you would keep smiling like that forever, if it were possible that he could stare into the sun and not be burned; if instead, he could find warmth in its embrace.  

His heart stammered, his breath shallow, but it wasn’t unpleasant like it had been on the busy streets. It was something new, a sensation he hadn’t had since before he signed his name to a cause that took his arm and his dignity.  

Y/n, Sam had called you. It was a beautiful name. He didn’t know if he could even find things beautiful again after what he’d seen overseas. You were the first, he supposed.  

He must have been staring too long, because your lips were moving to words he didn’t hear, and suddenly two pairs of eyes were on him. His heart skipped, frozen in embarrassment.  

“This must be your first day of school,” you teased, extending your right hand to him.  

Bucky stared down at it, heart pounding, and before Sam could politely tell you that Bucky didn’t really do that sort of thing, he pulled his hand from his pocket and shook it. You had a firmer grip than he was expecting, but still soft. Your fingers were like ice and it was a nice contrast to the swelter he felt under his jacket.  

Sam raised an eyebrow, surprised by Bucky's sudden willingness to take the hand of a stranger, though thankfully he didn’t say anything. A shit eating grin curved up upon his lips and that, Bucky could have done without.  

“Thought it was time I checked it out,” Bucky said, his voice a little dry. You let go of his hand and Bucky found he missed the contact almost instantly.  

“Dragged him here by the skin of his teeth is more like it,” Sam interjected and Bucky’s ears burned red. He shot Sam a glare, who only shrugged, unbothered by his humiliation of his friend. “Been trying to get his sorry ass through the door for a few months now.”

You nodded, though your smile never wavered. Your eyes remained on Bucky, listening to Sam, but intently studying the lines on Bucky’s face. It left him feeling exposed, but somehow, even as his own gaze trailed to the floor, he didn’t mind you watching him like that, like maybe you found worth in what you saw. He adjusted his stance, suddenly remembering the startling absence on his left.  

“Well, I’m glad you’re here now,” you said, brushing Sam off in his teasing. “I’ve been volunteering at this place for a little over a year. We got good people here. I’m sure you’ll fit right in...” you paused, biting on your lip.  

“Bucky,” he offered because he could tell you were waiting for it. You smiled at his name and a sense of pride burned bright in his chest. God, if he could just make you smile like that again...

“Bucky’s a cool name,” you grinned, though Sam rolled his eyes. “That short for something?”

“Don’t lie to the new kid, Y/n. We all know it’s corny as hell,” Sam interrupted playfully before Bucky could get a word in. You wacked Sam on the shoulder and Bucky felt the edges of his lips curve. It felt strange, achy, like he hadn’t done that in a while. Maybe he hadn’t.  

“Buchanan,” Bucky answered, though he quickly added, “but my first name’s James. James Barnes.”

“Well, James Barnes,” you started, exchanging a knowing look with Sam that made Bucky’s stomach twist in knots, “I run a book club of sorts on Sunday evenings around six. You should swing by. We’re always looking for new members.”

“Y/n works at the Brooklyn library most days,” Sam explained. “We’re lucky to have her. Never thought I’d see so many tattooed men with biceps the size of my head sitting in a circle talking ‘bout books, but Y/n works magic. Everyone loves her. Helps that her book club is pretty unconventional.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes. “Unconventional?”

Sam started to say more, but you pouted your lips at him and he left the words on the edge of his tongue. He held up his hands in defense and took a step back, returning the smile to your face.  

“Don’t listen to him,” you said, laughing so sweetly Bucky was sure his knees might give out at any second. “It’s a good time, I promise. No pressure at all.”

Bucky nodded, considering his options. The idea of seeing you again could make the walk down to the VA worth it, but he wasn’t sold on the concept of sitting in a room full of ex-combat vets probably using a shared book as a proxy for a support group. He wondered if you had them reading something about PTSD or adjusting to civilian life or a memoir of some guy embellishing his time overseas to make a quick buck.  

But he wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, so he asked, “what are you reading?”  

You shrugged. “Depends on who you ask.”  

Bucky raised an eyebrow, confused.  

“Just think about it,” you suggested as you unclicked the lock at the bottom of the cart. The front wheel was broken and you struggled to get an angle to move in the direction you pushed it. “I should head back to the library. It was really nice to meet you, Bucky. I’ll see you later, Sam.”

Bucky nodded, finding himself searching for something else to say, some kind of excuse to get you to stay longer, but came up empty. You smiled at him, all bright and starry eyed, and his knees felt weak again. Shit.  

“Don’t let Stark talk your ear off on the way out,” Sam warned, a laugh in his voice.  

“I think I know my boys around here by now, Samuel,” you teased back. Bucky couldn’t quite tell if it was a pang of jealousy in his stomach or an eagerness to be included. It was a strange rush of feelings he hadn’t tapped into in years; not necessarily unpleasant, but certainly unfamiliar.  

You paused by the door, turning back and capturing Bucky’s eye one last time. “Sunday at six, alright? I’ll see you there.”

He didn’t say anything, but you seemed to take his silence as confirmation. You gave him a final wave before you disappeared into the hallway. He could hear the click of the broken front wheel on your cart echoing down the hall.  

Bucky and Sam followed you out of the room and hung back by the makeshift library doors.  

“What did I tell you!” Sam cheered, nudging Bucky hard enough on the side to knock him off his balance. He was too fixated on watching grumpy old men and stone-faced women pass by in the hallway with smiles on their faces as they saw you.  

“It’s, uh, it’s not bad.” Bucky waited until you disappeared out the front doors and onto the busy sidewalks before he turned to Sam. He was watching him with a sort of I-told-you-so look that made Bucky want to slap the dimples straight from his face. “...what?”

“Nothing, man.” Sam shrugged, though there was something lingering in the smirk he wore, like maybe he knew something Bucky didn’t.  

He didn’t care for that one bit.

[fific7]

Evil Twins - Part 4

Billy Russo & Aleksander Morozova x Reader

Summary: When two worlds which have already collided then collide with yours - that’s an explosive situation.

A/N: This does not follow canon, it’s mainly a mix of fluff and angst with quite a lot of lemon zest 🍋 My Fantasy Punisher/Shadow and Bone crossover AU.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content including oral and unprotected* sex between consenting adults. Some drinking & swearing.

This chapter is 🔥 rated from the get-go. And there’s some Guys being Annoying stuff too.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My photo edit)

You closed your eyes, waiting.

But you should really have guessed that they’d both go for it at the same moment.

Aleks slid his cock fully into your mouth and Billy pushed inside your core simultaneously. Just as you gagged from Aleks’ cock hitting the back of your throat, Billy fully sheathed himself inside you and you gave a strangled gasp in response.

“Ssshh, ssshh,” soothed Billy, “you’ll get used to us in a second.”

He took a firm grip on your hips and began thrusting into you, while Aleks took hold of your head in both hands and began fucking into your mouth. The two of them then freed a hand and each grasped one of your breasts, kneading and massaging them in synchronisation with their thrusts.

Do they do everything in tandem? - a far part of your mind wondered.

Your eyes were watering by now as each stroke of Aleks’ was hitting you pretty hard, and so you decided you’d better try and relax your throat a bit otherwise he’d end up choking you when he came. At least, you assumed he’d come in your mouth.

You’d still been tensed up from their double penetration and you noticed that it was slightly more comfortable for you once you had managed to relax a little. Aleks was setting a ferocious pace, groaning and muttering foreign words you couldn’t quite catch. He was pushing your head even further forward against his thrusts, so you made yourself relax even more.

Billy, meanwhile, slid his hand in between your legs and began massaging your clit as he kept up his furious, deep thrusting. Each one was forcing a moan from you - partly stifled by Aleks’ cock in your mouth - but you knew Billy heard them as he whispered, “I hear you, sweetheart - get ready to scream!” And you knew you would, you could feel your orgasm building already.

Aleks suddenly grabbed your head with both hands again, jerking quickly against your lips, and you hastily swallowed the warm liquid you felt spilling onto your tongue in case it started dribbling out. Billy built up his thrusting and massaging of your clit to a crescendo, your climax hit you like a truck and you did scream, then felt his body tense and he was coming too a split-second later.

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Stroking your hair and face, Aleks drew his cock slowly out of your mouth, leaning down to kiss you, “My good girl,” he whispered against your ear, “taking my cock the way you did and then swallowing all my come.” You felt quite proud of yourself and then wondered - with extreme irritation - why on earth you were thinking that way.

Billy pulled out of you, leaning down and you felt him firstly kissing then licking, licking and licking at your clit with that tongue of his until you were squirming again. “Hey, stop that,” said Aleks, “her next orgasm’s mine.” Billy sat up, shrugging, “Okay, but only ‘cause you haven’t had a perfect pussy like this for decades or whatever you were claiming.” Aleks huffed and began to square up to him, but you said (somewhat hoarsely and tiredly), “Don’t start, you two!”

They both backed down, and Billy slid himself along your body so he could kiss you. You could see Aleks stroking himself out of the corner of your eye but Billy distracted you by kissing you hungrily and running his fingers along your jaw. Suddenly you jumped, as the second hard cock you’d had inside you that night pushed its way into your pussy. You jumped again as you felt it continue to push fully inside you but Billy held you close to him, soothing you and whispering, “You’re doing great, baby girl,” as Aleks began to thrust into you.

Billy sat right up on his knees and straddled your head, and that’s when you realised that he had another erection too. Of course he did. He gently pulled your mouth open and pushed his tip inside, quickly following with his full shaft, and he also began thrusting so once again you tried to relax your throat a little while he held the back of your head, then slid his other hand down behind him to grip one of your breasts.

Aleks was forcefully thrusting in and out of you, and once again loud gasps were forced out from your mouth around Billy’s cock. Aleks had a grip underneath your backside and was pushing you hard against his hips, while massaging your other breast. Then the hand on your ass went between your legs, and his thumb pushed inside till it reached your clit and he began massaging it while continuing to squeeze your breast.

Billy thrust deep into your throat and gave a feral grunt, releasing his come into your mouth, and while Aleks was still working you, you were busy swallowing as quickly as you could once more. Aleks was still pounding into you and rubbing furiously at your clit, and your orgasm burst on you like a firework going off. He continued thrusting for a moment or two more then he climaxed, and a second load of come was released into you.

The three of you sounded like you’d just sprinted home past the winning line in the Olympics, and this time the two of them kind of collapsed onto you. Billy and Aleks both pulled their cocks out of you, and you took in some huge gulps of oxygen. “Oh, baby girl,” gasped Billy, “that was amazin’.” Aleks took in a deep breath, “Fucking amazing, as I think my charming brother would put it.”

Billy sat up and crawled down the bed on his hands and knees. “I think our girl needs another orgasm as a reward,” you heard. “No, I’m fine, thanks,” you said, but then felt your legs being parted anyway and a beard started tickling your inner thighs. Billy’s tongue made its way right inside you, and he licked you deep and long before adding two fingers to the mix. You began mewling - you couldn’t believe it but yeah, you were actually mewling - and then his thumb hit your clit and began rubbing you so hard you thought you were going to come right then. He worked you with everything he had for a few minutes longer before your climax hit you and you definitely heard yourself scream his name.

Billy’s face - complete with glossy lips and chin shining in the low light - popped up from between your legs with the biggest smirk ever on it. Then you saw a sulky-faced Aleks also crawling down the bed, “Move!” he growled at Billy, “I’m going to give her another orgasm too.” “No!” you squealed, you knew you were in imminent danger of becoming over-stimulated.

But Aleks’ dark head disappeared between your legs, while Billy climbed up your body and began using his teeth and tongue on your nipples. Once again you felt a beard scratching at your inner thighs then Aleks pushed a finger inside you, swiftly followed by a second and then his tongue. He worked you with those for a while before moving his tongue to your clit and roughly licking at you. It really didn’t take very long before you were orgasming again, and this time you remembered to scream his name (it was only fair after all, you thought.)

He emerged triumphant from between your legs, and Billy gave your nipples one last lick. Then the two of them collapsed one either side of you. Each gave you a long and open-mouthed kiss and told you in turn how truly fantastic the sex had been. They’d insisted on adding some graphic details as proof - like you’d needed any - assuring you they’d got deeper inside you and further down your throat than they’d ever got before.

Both yawning mightily, they each threw an arm over your stomach and promptly fell asleep, snuggled into your side, noses buried against your neck.

You lay awake on your back for quite a while after they’d fallen asleep, listening to their even breathing, occasional soft little snores and feeling little huffs of their breath on your neck.

Pondering on the current situation, while you were still annoyed that they’d ambushed you in your own bedroom and had ignored you when you said to stop, you had to admit to yourself that 1) right from the moment they arrived, they’d made you feel very horny and 2) you didn’t think you’d ever had better sex in your whole damn life.

You looked either side of you at the two dark heads next to yours on the pillows, and thought that the old saying “be careful what you wish for” definitely applied here. Only a very short time ago, you’d been bemoaning the lack of any hot men in your little town.

Now it seemed you had yourself two lovers. At the same time. And it was fucking exhausting.

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You’d eventually dropped off to sleep - you didn’t usually sleep on your back but had had no choice in the matter - and when you awoke, the two men in your bed were still asleep. You needed to go to the bathroom, rather urgently, so you unhooked the two arms from over your stomach and managed to extricate yourself from the tangle of legs, standing up off the bed and grabbing your robe off the ottoman. They had both stirred in their sleep when you’d got up but neither awoke.

You tiptoed out of the room and made your way to the bathroom, nearly shrieking when you looked in the mirror and saw the love bites all over your neck, and again when you pulled your robe aside and saw even more all over your breasts. You then carried out a full body survey, and in addition to the marks you’d already seen, there were also fingermarks visible on your wrists, hips and inner thighs and your breasts and nipples were quite swollen and sensitive. Oh well, you thought, it was some night after all.

You’d washed your hands and were just finishing brushing your teeth when the door opened and in breezed a naked Billy. Damn! You needed to remember and lock the door, you never usually did as you lived on your own.

“Mornin’, sweetheart!” You were grabbed into a bear hug and a long kiss was planted on your lips. Then he strode over to the toilet, flipping the lid up before taking hold of his cock and letting go with a golden river of pee. He finished, giving his cock a shake, putting the lid back down and flushing the toilet. “See,” he winked at your shocked face, “I’m housetrained.” He came and stood next to where you were still rooted to the spot at the sink, and began washing his hands. “Got a spare toothbrush, angel?” You did as it happened, and took two out of the bathroom cabinet, one dark blue and one black. He whipped the dark blue one out of your hand, unwrapping it and grabbing the toothpaste.

A few seconds later, toothbrush busily scrubbing at his teeth, his dark eyes sought out yours and he grinned at you, mouth full of toothpaste. “Aleks was right though,” he said, dripping some toothpaste into the sink, “fuckin’ amazing sex, baby girl.” You blushed, still not having said a word to him, and he reached out his free hand, slipping it underneath your robe and rolling your nipple between his thumb and finger.

“Ready for another session?” he winked at you, “How about now?” He gestured at his stiffening cock. He rinsed out his mouth and dried his face with the towel, throwing it back over the rail before locking the door, grabbing you and pushing you up against the wall next to the sink. “No… Billy… I need to..” “You need to what, sweetheart?” His fingers grasped your jaw and he kissed you, heat building. “Get ready for me, that’s the only thing you need to do,” he smirked. And he untied your robe, pushing it down off your shoulders so it fell to the floor in a heap. He looked appreciatively at the love bites littering your skin, “Wow! We really did some territory markin’ last night, huh?”

His head went down and he fastened his lips onto a nipple, sucking at it then biting. He lifted one of your legs and held it at waist level before moving his by now fully hard cock to your core and guiding it inside you, forcing a gasp from your lips. “Mmmm, you like that, angel? Course you do. ‘Cause I know I do,” he whispered in your ear as he started to thrust into you. You found yourself nodding like an idiot. He pulled your hips even closer against his and he fucked you like that for however long, you lost track of time quite honestly.

He was biting and licking and sucking at any bit of skin he could reach, and you were sure your upper torso was just going to be one giant love bite by the time he was finished. He’d started rubbing your clit and your orgasm followed like clockwork, then he came shortly afterwards. Billy pulled out of you, placing your bare foot back on the floor and then kissing you tenderly. “The sex… it’s just outta this world, sweetheart.” He gazed into your eyes, “I’m not lyin’, you’re the best I’ve ever had.”

He grabbed a towel and began gently wiping your inner thighs and then your pussy. You felt yourself blushing - again! you thought, what the fuck’s the matter with me?! as you picked up your robe and put it back on, but before you could actually say anything, the door handle rattled and you heard Aleks’ voice demanding, “Let me in, I’ve got to go! And what exactly is going on in there?”

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Billy unlocked the door and smirked at his twin, “Sorry, bro - just takin’ care of business,” before winking at him and brushing past him.

Aleks strode into the bathroom, standing there in just his boxers and suspiciously raking his eyes over you. Suddenly you felt like you had a neon sign on your forehead - ‘I’ve just been thoroughly fucked’. He frowned at you, “Oh okay… I see,” he said, managing to make you feel guilty for some reason. “Well, my turn now, darling.” You suddenly realised that having two lovers simultaneously really was going to be quite tiring.

In another case of deja vu, Aleks locked the door and you then witnessed the whole peeing/hand washing/teeth brushing scenario again. Then your robe was stripped off you once more, he stripped off his boxers, and Aleks was also looking at your love bites with a smile on his face, very impressed with him and his twin’s handiwork. What is it with guys and love bites, you wondered?

Aleks was now sporting a hard-on but in a change to the published programme so to speak, you were gently turned around and your backside pulled back against his hips before he assertively pushed his cock inside you, and he gripped your hips as he started thrusting into you. One hand slid up your abdomen to grab one of your breasts and he ran his thumb over your nipple, before beginning to squeeze your breast. His other hand kept hold of your hip, and eventually his hand left your breast and travelled to your clit. He massaged you to an orgasm before continuing to thrust for some time, but finally he came and held you close against him, kissing your neck and your jaw and your cheek as he pulled out of you.

“My little one, you truly are something else,” he whispered, also grabbing a towel and gently wiping your legs and pussy, just as Billy had done. How did they manage to mirror each other all the time? You guessed it must be the twin thing. He opened the bathroom door and the two of you emerged, and as you headed back to the bedroom you spotted Billy - black boxer briefs on now - lying on the sofa channel surfing. Aleks dropped down onto the other sofa, stretching like a big cat and ready to start watching with him.

So, you thought, they were back on your sofas in just their underwear again and looking very pleased with themselves. The two of them turned their heads and gazed at you as you walked across the living area, smiles on their faces, casting inviting and worshipful and lustful looks towards you.

But you forced your eyes away and headed to the now-calmness of your bedroom. The only thing you were going to do for the next few hours was sleep.

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Billy and Aleks heard her close her bedroom door and looked at each other, matching self-satisfied smiles on their faces.

“Fuck, she’s somethin’ else, isn’t she?” asked Billy, and Aleks smirked at him, “Yes - and I just told her that in there,” he said, nodding his head towards the bathroom. His twin crossed his hands beneath his head and lay looking up at the ceiling, “You know, I really didn’t think she’d go for it,” he mused, “I really didn’t.” “Told you she would,” replied Aleks, “there was a ton of mutual attraction and sexual tension between the three of us.”

“Whaddya think we should do? Let her rest for a little while before we go back for more?” Aleks nodded, “Oh yes, definitely - I mean we can do with some R&R ourselves.” Billy nodded, “Yeah, true - I admit I feel like a truck ran over me. Haven’t had a sex marathon like that for a long time.” He turned his head and looked at his twin, “But I meant what I said to her, I haven’t ever had it so good before.”

Aleks nodded, “Me neither, I meant it too. The way she just took both of us at once. Amazing… not an ounce of fight in her. Well, not that much to speak of, anyway. Nothing we didn’t overcome in a heartbeat,” he shook his head in wonder.

There was a short silence, then Billy pondered, “I wonder if she’s into anal?” Aleks’ face screwed up, “Even if she is, I’m not!” “Don’t panic, bro - I’m not either. I just wondered if she was.” “Ask her!” Billy shook his head, “Nah. Don’t want to ruin a beautiful friendship.” They both chuckled.

“Anyhow, I don’t intend on giving up regular, mind-blowing sex anytime soon so I say we don’t leave her alone too long. She might overthink it, start having second thoughts about us being a threesome,” said Aleks, “I really don’t think we should chance it.”

Billy nodded, “Yeah, she might get cold feet.” Aleks looked at him, “What? But she’s got a big quilt. How can her feet get cold?” Billy burst out laughing, “It’s a figure of speech, you idiot! It means when someone decides they don’t want to do somethin’ they were gonna do after all.” “Oh, I see! Well, I think that’s a really stupid saying.”

His twin shrugged, “Whatever. But yeah, let’s give her - maybe two hours tops? - and then we go in.” He smirked, “In every sense of the word!”

Aleks laughed, “Okay, yes.” His eyes took on a dream-like expression, “I can’t wait to be back inside her.” Billy gazed back up at the ceiling, “I can’t either. I can’t stop thinkin’ about her. And havin’ sex with her again - for hours. All night. All day. Just all the time.” “Now that sounds like a plan,” agreed his twin.

They both heaved big sighs, thinking about the woman in the next-door room.

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You were startled out of your doze by the rattle of a teacup on your bedside table. Lifting your head slightly, you realised your twin lovers were sitting on either side of you, naked and smiling down at you. Then your eyes dropped a little - two very erect cocks were looking back at you.

“No! I need some more sleep!” you protested. “We’ve brought you some tea to drink first,” said Aleks, soothingly. He picked up the teacup and held it in front of you, “I made it for you,” beaming proudly at you. Reluctantly you took the cup and sipped from it, finding to your surprise that the tea was in fact pretty good. “Good, yes?” asked Aleks, and you had to agree. “Drink it before it gets cold!” encouraged Billy, and you frowned at him. “Drink it so I can fuck you again, you mean!” you snapped. He grinned disarmingly at you, “You read me like a book, sweetheart!”

You struggled up a little more in the bed, carefully holding onto your cup. They were just gazing at you and you found it a little disconcerting. “Will you two stop staring at me!” Eyes still on you, seeing the swell of your breasts above the bedclothes, Aleks said in a breathy voice, “Oh… you’re naked.” Instinctively you pulled the bedclothes up, “I don’t want to have sex again right now, thank you!”

Billy lay down on his stomach, looking up at you with puppydog eyes and a pouted lip, “But we take such good care of you, angel!” Aleks leant in towards you, “And all we can think about is you, darling. And that perfect pussy of yours. We need more of it.” You pulled the sheet right up under your neck, “Well, you’re not getting back inside it right this minute, okay?”

You caught a look going between them, then both half-slid under the covers and lay beside you, arms on top of the bedclothes and heads in your lap. “We’ll just lay here with you and kiss you and hold you till you feel like it again. We can be patient because we love you, baby girl,” crooned Billy. Aleks stroked your knee above the sheet, “So much, darling.”

Laughing, you said, “Look, you guys really need to stop saying that bullshit. We’ve known each other for, what - two days?” Billy’s head popped up like a Jack-in-the-Box, looking indignant, “Have you never heard of love at first sight?” “Lust at first sight, you mean!” you replied. Billy nodded, “Yes, lust is in there, obviously it is… but we do love you,” he insisted, “you’re perfect for us.” Aleks was gazing up at you and nodding, “Perfect for us,” he echoed.

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Baghra peered into the cracked and cloudy mirror which enabled her to see into the void.

She sighed, shaking her head. Those silly boys - thinking they were in love. They had been very impulsive in the feelings department when they were young, looks like the passage of centuries hadn’t changed things.

She had been aiming to have them materialise in what she thought was an empty flat, she hadn’t realised someone had currently been living in it. And certainly not a woman. It had been empty the one time she’d investigated it before she’d guided them there.

But maybe it was for the best. She’d been amazed when she realised they were actually sharing her - she would never have believed it if she hadn’t seen it for herself, them all sleeping together earlier that morning. Hopefully it would calm them down a bit, make them less aggressive - not least with each other. Surprisingly, she seemed to have an element of control over them, which impressed Baghra. Not that her boys realised that, she thought, smiling to herself, they thought they were totally in control.

Ah well, I suppose they deserve a bit of peace and pleasure, she thought. She put down the mirror and turned towards the nearby window, looking out into the dark night.

Bahgra was worried. There had been some unexpected and unexplained occurrences over the past couple of days, and now she wasn’t sure what might happen in the very near future.

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[m00nchildthings]

Familliar (revamped with added content)

Authors note: So yall remember the first chapter of familliar? Scrap that hoe this the new one it’s dumb long though 11 pages on Microsoft Word TnT Also @alfmoimagines i remembered to tag you

Content Warnings: Dubious Consent, Virginity Taking, Teratophilia, demon fucking, virgin training? ear fucking(with a tongue i’m not that wild). breeding, creampies, cursing, full nelsons, ruts, and i feel like that is all? Enjoy

Familiars were tricky and malevolent creatures, demons that were so lowly in the castes of hell that they lived life better off in the land of mortals then they would in their own native realm. Not that any of them would be humble enough to admit it though. Most familiars stayed under the care of witches for protection, being incapable of possession made them extremely susceptible to attacks by clergymen. Most lands decreed that any demon living as a witch's charge were free of fear of clergy assault, as long as said witch could manage them. For witches, handling a familiar was a precocious balancing act at best and a near soul threatening experience at the worst, especially during their times of rut. This was when only keeping one familiar in service, which is why so many gave you confused looks when you stated that you kept not one but two under your gifted hand.

 Izuku was your first familiar, a small token gifted to you by your mother the eve before you set off to live yourself as every young witch does when they hit that special age. A small rabbit daemon, one of the easiest to handle, was her gift to you. His eyes were a clear emerald and his pelt a slick black that shone green whenever the moonlight encased him. He was a very helpful familiar as far as they went and you were very appreciative of the fact. After near hermiting yourself away in a decent size hut not too far from a village, you found Izuku to be a very beneficial part of your day to day life. Whenever you were off in the town square buying food and supplies for the week you could always count on Izuku to scamper off and find you roots and herbs for your potion. Or in his human form he would help you around the house cleaning and organizing your books for you. He even seemed interested in your craft, helping you with concocting potions and studying spells.

 Now handling Izuku was fairly easy, at least in comparison to the horror stories you heard, during his roots. All it took was a snug leather collar with a calming charm placed on it to keep him from humping anything within a five-foot radius (including you.) Throw in some romance novels of yours for him to read and staying out late at taverns to give him alone time with his hand and Izuku was fairly decent to stand. You just had to make sure to ignore his eyes on you at night as you slept.

 The second familiar you kept was very different to your snuffly little Zuzu. Katsuki as he went by was an absolute brat that wasn’t grateful for anything you had done for him whatsoever.  It had only been a few months since you had found him after leaving the local butcher to make your way home to Izuku. A group of kids were toying with the poor battered creature, a pure white canine with a clergy trap biting into his ankle blood matting his fur. After shooing away the little bastards you pried open the chat wincing as the teeth of the trap sliced your fingers. He stared up at you with one big red eye before groaning and going limp. You took the poor thing home and cleaned his wounds shoving Izuku away as he came to snuff around the new daemon. For the first few days Katsuki was fine to be around, as his wounds healed, he mostly rested, coming in and out of sleep as he gained back his strength. He was quiet and agreeable letting you bathe him to redress his wounds and even crooning as you held his head to feed him. This calm quiet Katsuki lasted for exactly for the first week he lived in your small home.

 The moment he regained his strength it became apparent what a brute Katsuki was as he uprooted your life from its regular calm feeling. Whenever you went out to gather supplies you returned home to find your Izuku cowering in the corner and Katsuki standing in the middle of your ruined living room, smoke billowing off of your singed furniture. He constantly berated Izuku, cursing and complaining about every little thing he could find. He constantly picked fights with Izuku it wasn’t an uncommon sight to come home to find Katsuki pinning Izuku to the ground as your poor bunny kicked at his tummy trying to worm from your grasp. It got to the point that you would have to keep him chained in the cellar and bring Izuku out with you as your familiar refused to be left alone with Katsuki. As ever docile as he was you found Izuku complaining about keeping him around.

 “Mistress,” he whined walking beside you in the town square “why must we keep him with us he’s rude and aggressive and has only made life harder for us since you took him in.” 

 “Zuzu,” you scolded “you know very well why we can’t just throw him out, the clergy would get to him, besides, he’s probably just defensive being in a new environment after such a traumatic experience, we have to be patient with him.”

 “But he’s so disruptive,” Izuku huffed crossing his arms as you stopped by a fruit vendor “he’s taking up so much of your time, you don’t have time to practice, time for me- “

 “Time for you?” you raised an eyebrow placing a few plums into your satchel, paying the vendor and walking away “perhaps your annoyance comes less from our new friends’ unruly nature and more from a place of, dare I say it, jealousy?”

 “I’m not jealous of him!” Izuku exclaimed red smattering underneath his freckles “I’m worried about you, mistress,”

 “And why is that Zuzu?”

 “Rutting season is coming, and if this is how he acts on the regular, imagine how he’ll be during his time,” he turned to you placing a hand on your arm “you might not be safe mistress,”

 You paused mulling over what your familiar had said eyebrows furrowing, he wasn’t wrong. You had grown comfortable with keeping a familiar with easily suppressed ruts, cat daemons were notoriously known for having aggressive ruts. You had overheard a friend of your mothers as she stopped by from afternoon tea, confiding in your mother that her own cat daemon had been so difficult she had no choice to put aside her pride and pull down her panties to keep peace in her house. It was seen as very taboo for a witch to lay with her familiar, shameful even, to be seduced in the bedroom by such a lowly daemon. You yourself had been worried about what would happen when rut time would come with your new household member to worry over.

 “Don’t worry my fluffy little companion,” you placed a hand on his cheeks smiling as his eyes closed and he nuzzled into your palm “I’ll be fine, you should worry about how you’ll be dealing with your time of the year,”

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It had been about nearly a week since you and Izuku had your little conversation, and you had begun to notice the signs of rut season in your daemons. Izuku was becoming much more grating constantly moving around your stuff in your room rubbing against everything and even snapping back at Katsuki when he would try to intimidate him. Katsuki became the exact opposite of his usual self, at least towards you. He would stalk you silently through your own home eyeing you like prey as you sat reading in your armchair. It had gotten to the point where you would step out of your bath to find Katsuki waiting outside your washroom nostrils flared as he stared down at you, pupils slit. You almost felt scared in your own home, almost. You had two daemons about to reach a sexual peak and you were only fairly sure you could keep one of them in check. This especially became apparent to you one day as you were working on charming Izuku’s heat collar.

 “That won’t work on a daemon like me you know,” Katsuki had grunted from across your kitchenette “I’m twice as fucking powerful at that little runt you keep running after you,”

 “Well what do you suggest I do to make this time easier for you Katsuki,” you say not looking up from your work “did you not have a witch before me to help you through these times?”

 “Yes,” he said pacing closer to you as you worked rubbing the salve into the leather.

 “Well what did she do Kats- “you paused at the hot wet feeling of breath on the back of your neck, his toned arms came to rest on either side of you. Your body seized as you felt his nose bury into your hair and take a deep inhale.

 “She was a good little witch and let me fuck her cunt till I was through,” your eyes widened as you turned your head to stare at him. His red eyes bore into yours as a lecherous grin spread across your face.

 “Come on,” he said leaning down to rub his nose against your cheek “little witches like you act like prudes till you got a big fat daemon cock in your face, let’s just skip the theatrics and get to the part where I’m balls deep in that little witch cunt of yours,” he groaned throatily pressing his hips into you. You shuddered feeling his massive print against your back wondering what it would feel like to have it pressed inside your-

 “Mistress” you heard Izuku’s voice cold and unnervingly steady from across the room, your eyes shot over to Izuku who eyes were glued onto you and Katsuki. You immediately regained your composure pushing Katsuki away from you. Izuku kept his eyes trained on Katsuki glaring at him as you made your way over to him collar in hand. He took it from you when you offered it to him, but his eyes didn’t leave his fellow daemon.

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 It had been a few days since the incident in the kitchen, spring was coming in and the tension in your household was so palpable you could carve it with a knife. Izuku stuck to you like a barnacle to a ship and Katsuki was never too far behind. It had come to the point that you had begun to hex your door locked, not even allowing your little Zuzu to sleep at the end of your bed. It had been on one of those locked door nights when an interesting discussion occurred between Izuku and Katsuki.

“You know Deku, you’re pretty fucking pathetic, you know that right?” Katsuki said sprawled out over your couch eyes glowing crimson in the moonlight lit room.

 “Shut up Kacchan,” Izuku grumbled, awkwardly curled up in your armchair broad arms hugging his haunches and leather collar tight around his neck, ignoring him Katsuki continued.

 “I mean how long have you been in service to her, how many springs have passed with you jacking into your own fist like a fucking loser, what you think if you’re a good enough pet she’ll let you hump her leg or something?” Katsuki asked picking with his claws at a piece of cotton sticking out of the arm of the suede couch.

 “I don’t know how you and your previous witch worked but y/n and I do not have a relationship like that, she is my mistress and I am her grateful servant, nothing more nothing less,” Izuku huffed tucking into himself even further.

 “Get off your damn high horse, you’re how old now, and never once went through a rut without just your own hand?” Katsuki sucked his teeth and turned to his brethren, red eyes glowing inhuman in the moonlight “you and me together we could probably convince her to give us a hole each,”

 “Kacchan don’t be lewd,” Izuku said sitting up in the chair to glare over his shoulder at Katsuki, who barked out a laugh standing up and uncharacteristically, placed a clawed hand gently on Izuku’s face thumb brushing his cheek.

 “Come on little bunbun,” he rasped a wicked gleam in his eyes “don’t you wanna get your dick wet tonight?”

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 It had been fairly quiet that night, a few growled whispers from your living room but overall quiet compared to usual. Though worries of Katsuki’s impending rut had plagued your brain, worrying if the collar you had made for him would stick, you had been resting peacefully for the majority of the night. Until a loud rapping noise pulled you from out of your slumber. Your eyes opened face twisting in worry as your sat up throwing off your bedsheets.

 “Who is it?”

 “Mistress, it’s me,” your body relaxed as you heard your bunny’s’ voice from outside your bedroom door.

 “What is it Zuzu?” you asked standing slowly, nightgown flowing down your legs.

 “I- I can’t sleep, I know my ruts started, but can I just spend one more night with you, please mistress?” your heart lurched for your boy, his ruts as easily managed as they were, were still hard for him.

 “Ok Zuzu,” you chuckled unlatching one of your locks “for you anything my- “

You felt a hand around your throat before you could finish your sentence, you had expected a pair of pure emerald green eyes to meet your, but you were instead met with scarlet. You were quiet as you were pushed back towards your bed by Katsuki refusing to break eye contact with him as you were forced to plop down on your bed. You stared at the both of them, the collars you had spent so long on were removed from their necks, of course, you had never had to worry about putting on a charm to keep Izuku and Katsuki from taking off their own collar, you hadn’t even thought of the two joining forces.

 “Izuku,” you said turning to find him just behind Katsuki nervously staring down at you, biting at his lower lip “what is the meaning of this?”

 “Mistress I-I can explain- “

 “Then explain yourself!” you snapped watching his looming figure begin to shake and quiver at your tone, you figured if you could get one to balk on their advance the other would be soon to follow. Besides, if the two of them would start to ravish you in their lust filled rut induced haze, you wouldn’t want them to stop, and that thought scared you.

 “Hey, don’t take that tone with us shitty witch,” Katsuki said grabbing your jaw and leaning down till you were eye to eye, invading your space “we’re just the two demons who are gonna take out that stick you got shoved so far up your ass, if you let us,”

 “And pray tell, why would I do that?” you ask folding your arms. Katsuki smirked, and stood up to his full height, before shoving Izuku to you. He landed on top of you wide eyed and red face, the moment your hands pressed against his chest you felt his entire demeanor change. His eyelids begin to droop and his breathing became uneven as his body began to sag pressing into you. His rut had come in fully.

 “M-mistress,” he mumbled eyes darting lazily between your lips and your eyes unsure of which to focus on. Choosing to ignore both he instead pressed his nose into your neck nuzzling you and inhaling your smell moaning dreamily. His wet tongue poked out laying small little kitten licks on you quickly turning to open mouth kisses sucking at your neck.

 “Look at him little witch,” grabbing hold of your hair turning your eyes to him as you tried in vain to push off Izuku “you’ve turned him into a needy little bitch hanging off you for the barest scrap of emotion, you must have known how badly he wanted to fuck that cunt of yours,”

 “It’s true mistress,” Izuku said droopily pulling off trying to cover your neck in his saliva “I want you all the time you’re so amazing, so smart, so powerful, I just want to make you feel good ma’am,” he chirruped loudly staring down at you like you put the stars in the sky. He shifted and you can feel his cock hard and throbbing against your leg. Your face heated as he began rutting against you, he moved to give the same treatment he gave your neck to your chin. You couldn’t lie, it felt good you thought as you bit your lip to stifle a moan.

 “T-this is wrong,” you stuttered as Izuku trailed down sucking on your nipples through your nightgown leaving dark wet spots on the pale silk.

“Is it really,” Katsuki snickered grabbing Izuku by the hair. He moaned in distaste as Katsuki pulled him off of you “don’t complain just yet rabbit, you get to do the most important part, hold her from behind,”

 “Izuku please,” you huff as he wraps his burly arms around yours pulling you close so Bakugou can get to your panties easier “you’re better than this bunny” Midoriya pouts staring down at you with those big green eyes.

“Please mistress, I’m always so good for you right, I never try to run away, and I always help you even when you don’t ask” he pauses for a  second to moan as his hips rut into your ass a few times and then move in close to your ear “the least you can do is let me make love to you mistress I promise I’ll make you feel good,”

“HAH,” Bakugou barks out a cruel laugh from his place in front of view finally managing to rip off your panties “a daemon can’t make love to a witch Deku, but we can fuck them senseless,” he grins lecherously as he pushes a finger inside your cunt already moist from their actions “because as high and mighty as witch bitch might be they all turn into slobbering whores the moment you get your dick in them they’ll beg for it you’ll see.’’

Midoriya groaned, now humping at your naked ass seemingly pleased with that visual image Bakugou had given him, thick cock dragging and leaking precum on your skin. He buried his face in your shoulder softly sucking a spot into your skin as his hands trailed down until his fingers found your clit.

“I read in one of your books that this feels good for girls,” he says swiping back in forth lightly tugging against the hood of your clit as if searching “there’s supposed to be a little “pearl” here, right, it’ll make you go feel good right mistress, I wanna make you feel good,” he croons as his fingers succeed in revealing your clit to the cool bedroom air. He lets out a little happy chirp bringing his other hand down to rub small hard circles on it and you choke eyes crossing at your sensitive nub being played with. Bakugou tsks, sucking his teeth as he watches you pay more attention to the damn bunny daemon then him.

“Hey shitty witch,” he grabs your hair and tugs forcing you to look at him through your pleasure induced haze “don’t get too wet over your little rabbit it’s gonna be my fucking dick in you so pay attention,” he leans forward swiping his rough tongue over your shoulder before biting down groaning as the skin broke and the coppery taste of blood began to fill his mouth, dick jumping at your pained squeals.

“Kacchan be nice it’s her first time,” Midoriya scolds moving one of his hands to pat at your head trying to soothe you “you have to be gentle on a girls first time,” Bakugou groans rolling his eyes before letting your shoulder go and lapping at the little pinpricks of red still there.

           “It’s not my fault she’s too prudish to have gotten human dick before we jumped her,” he grumbles and adds another finger to your slick cunt scissoring to loosen you up for them “don’t expect me to be gentle when I get in here either I’m gonna destroy this little cunt of yours shitty witch,” he growls and adds a third finger curling up into a spot that has you seeing stars and chuckles as he watches your hips start to try to ride his hand.

 You try to hold it back but soft pitiful moans leave your lips, eagerly swallowed up by Izuku as he goes to kiss you sloppily shoving his tongue down your throat. Between Katsuki’s rough thick fingers pistoning into you and Izuku playing with your clit while simultaneously sucking your tongue into his mouth it isn’t long before you feel a tug in your abdomen that quickly turns into a pee like sensation as you cum, squirting all over Katsuki’s hand. He groans speeding up to see your squirt spray as Izuku soothes you pulling away from you to gently massage at your breast and kiss along your neck. Katsuki frowned watching the way Izuku fawned over you, taking all your attention. He sucked his teeth before grabbing you and pulling you close.

 “C’mere, be a good little witch and spread those legs for me,” he growled staring into your eyes as you gulped at his words.

 “Katsuki no,” Izuku said grabbing you and pulling you away “it should be me who gets her first you’re too rough,”

 “I’d like to see you try fucking rabbit,” Katsuki grabbed your hips dragging you till your crotch pressed against his and you could feel his print through his trousers “Your virgin ass would probably only last two pumps before you come in her,” There was a palpable moment in which your room seemed to pulse with Katsuki’s challenge as the two daemons stared each other down over you. You knew that it was up to you to pacify the situation.

 “Wait, wait,” you say sitting up as both their eyes immediately dart to you, you place a hand on Katsuki’s chest “you should at least allow me to choose which of you is first,” You see Katsuki smirk and roll your eyes mentally at his arrogance.

 “Ok then little witch,” he grabs your chin in his hand before pulling you into a domineering kiss, much more practiced than Izuku, rolling his tongue with yours before biting and pulling your lip “you pick.”

 You pull back from Katsuki admittedly shaken by his lustful kiss as you kneel between the two daemons trying to figure who you would want to take you first. On one hand you were more comfortable with Izuku, you knew he would be kind and gentle with you as new to all this as you were. But despite Katsuki’s dominating nature he was more experienced, and you have no doubt that he would take the reins if you let him, as you were rather inexperienced in comparison. The air was tangible in the moment of you deciding.

 “I choose Izuku,” you say. Izuku visibly brightens and shuffles closer to you as Bakugou growls scooching over to the headboard. You helped Izuku take off your nightgown fully as his hands shook with eagerness when he tried.

When the offending garment was finally off Izuku stared down at you wide eyed and all smiles taking in your naked body. His hands reached out slowly trailing over your body, over every curve and dip leaving goosebumps in their wake, before resting on your ass. He cupped a cheek in each hand and pulled you up until your rested on his thighs legs wrapping around his waist. You blushed as you felt his cock press against your stomach, thick in ways that made you tremble in fear or anticipation you couldn’t tell.

 “Shh Shh mistress,” he maneuvered you again until you were on your back and he loomed over you as he leaned down “it’s my first time too we’ll be each other’s first.”

 “God are you gonna fuck her or fuck around Deku?” Katsuki growled from his spot next to you by the headboard dick in hand. Midoriya huffed angrily before turning back to you.

He kissed lovingly at the column of your throat stroking your thighs before spreading them practically cooing at the sight of your virgin cunt glistening with your arousal.

           He grabbed one of your legs wrapping it around his waist as he clumsily fumbled with his member until the tip pressed against your twitching hole. Your breath hitched and your face screwed up tight as the head of his cock caught on your clenching entrance, your Zuzus back hunched as he slid just a fraction into your tight heat shuddering breaths fanning your face as he fought the urge to slam into you. It was unpleasant and foreign feeling the stretch of his cock as he slowly pressed into you, a burning sensation that had you clawing at his back and clenching down on the intrusive member spearing into you.

             “P-please y/n, you’re too tight I- I can’t,” his hot breath filled your space as he paused his breach of your too snug pussy. A rough hand grabs at your jaw directing your attention to Katsuki as he glowers down at you.

             “You need to relax dumbass, if you keep clenching down he won’t be able to push it in all the way,”

 “It isn’t in all the way in yet,” you whimpered, squinted one eye open you looked down to see that only half of Izuku’s cock was inside of you, a good portion of it sitting outside of you.

 “Fucking virgins,” Katsuki growled snapping his fingers at Izuku “you gotta get her to relax, kiss her or something touch her other sensitive parts,”

Midoriya nodded sharply before smashing his lips to yours messily moving his lips against your and knocking your teeth together before Katsuki grabbed his neck dragging him away from the sloppy kiss.

           “Jesus do I have to show you how to do everything dumbass,” Katsuki grunted at an irritated Izuku, annoyed at being interrupted.

           “Katsuki stop butting in-“he’s cut off when Katsuki’s lips press against his own, you watch as the cat daemon showed Izuku what a proper kiss was. Their lips moved together Katsuki pulling out little moans from your Zuzu when he bit his lips demanding entrance to his wet mouth before sliding his rough tongue in. Izuku shuddered wide eyed, cock pulsing inside you as Katsuki’s tongue danced with his own until he pulled away a thin trail of saliva breaking of from the corners of their mouths.

           “That’s how you’re supposed to kiss dumbass,” his rough hands cupped Izuku’s jaw jerking his head to you “now kiss her that way,”

           Izuku again bent down to kiss you, but this time with more tact, your lips moved together more gently and his tongue kitten licked at your bottom lip as opened your mouth tongue immediately running over your mouth as if trying to taste you. A pair of rough fingers began to circle your clit, Izuku’s or Katsuki’s you weren’t sure, but the stimulation of your little nub had you groaning into the kiss legs relaxing around Izuku and wrapping around his waist as he slowly slid the rest of his girth into you. It was a burning deep within you now, not the tearing feeling from before, but a satisfying stretching that had you sucking on Izuku’s invasive tongue as the both of you moaned into each other’s mouths. Finally with a small circulation of his hips Izuku sat snugly inside of your of warm wet cunt he breathed heavily breaking away from the kiss to loom over you, eyes lidded with lust he stared down at you debauched expression not knowing how to handle the feeling of being filled to the brim with a throbbing hot daemon cock.

           “You, you feel amazing mistress,” he groaned clumsily circling his hips into you, your breath caught at the foreign feeling as he his hips rabbited into you, quickly little juts that barely made room between where his thighs pressed into your soft bottom. Behind him you heard Katsuki suck his teeth, clearly unimpressed with Izuku’s method of humping into you, you watched as he grabbed Izuku’s hips biting the rabbit daemon’s sensitive ears. He pulled his hips back ignoring Izuku’s moans as he was dragged out of your clenching cunt wanting nothing more than to thrust back in and snuggle fuck into your intoxicating pussy.

           “No tact whatsoever,” Katsuki growled pulling on the lobe he held in his teeth “no idea how to fuck a pussy, and I though little bunnies like you were supposed to be good at fucking, figures I’d have to show you how to do this to,”

           Katsuki slowly guided Izuku’s hips in and out of you dragging his cock nearly all the way out till the tip caught on your drooling entrance and smoothly sliding it back in angling it so that he knew that spot deep within your gummy walls was graciously caressed. Your back arched off the bed as you moaned hands reaching out for either but ultimately catching on Izuku, nails leaving crescent marks on his biceps and back. His head fell to your neck mouthing there as Katsuki slowly released his hips as he found the rhythm Katsuki had shown him, Katsuki’s hand rested instead rested on Izuku’s freckled behind putting him back on track whenever he lost the beat.

           “That’s it rabbit,” he said guiding him to pick up the pace “give that pussy a good fuck and you’ll have that witch on all fours for you,”

           Izuku got the picture as he pulled up leaving purpling marks on your skin and ignoring the way you whined missing the feel of his weight pressing into you. Instead he grabbed your legs pulling out shuddering as your hole clenched desperately trying to keep him inside. He grabbed your waist flipping you over onto your hands and knees before sliding into you with a fluidity that had your upper half sinking into your pillows. He groaned hands grabbing your sides in a tight grip using his handle on your hips to drag you back to him, as the new position had him so deep in you you found yourself trying to crawl away from him. A sharp clawed hand grabbed your hair jerking you still as Katsuki leaned in close.

           “Stop fucking running witch,” behind you you heard Izuku moan at the sight of Katsuki manhandling you as he jackhammered his cock deep into you kissing your gummy cervix with every thrust.

           “So, so guh mishtress,” his words slurred he threw his head back now fully lost in the throws of his rut “squeezing me uuhhn tight fuckin’ pussy ‘round my cock,” he groaned hips picking up pace. Katsuki moved his hand to play with your painfully sensitive clit the attention causing your legs to tense you came around the cock fucking deep into you, spraying your own cum over the bed with each thrust of Izuku’s cock.

           “Holy shit,” Katsuki breathed biting his own lip in anticipation as he watched you get fucked through your squirting orgasm “you better hurry up rabbit I want my turn,”

           “I’m almost, almost-,” Izuku grunted hunching over you as his hips lost their tune humping sporadically into your still spraying cunt “Cuuhhhmmmiinnng,” he pressed in deep one final time head pressed to your cervix opening pumping your womb full of his heady spunk till it spilled out from you. You both shuddered, you at the feeling of being pumped full for the first time and him at the feeling of having a cunt accept his load for the first time.

           “Damn,” Katsuki said, watching Izuku pull out of you his spunk following suit when his soft cock fully slipped out. Izuku bent down immediately licking his spunk back into your trembling cunt as you whined trying to wriggle away from his prodding tongue on your sensitive cunt. Izuku whimpered as Katsuki grabbed a handful of his curly emerald locks pulling him away from your poor tired cunt before scooping you up in his arms positioning you till you both rested against your pillows and headboard. Your pussy, throbbing and puffy from the pounding it just took jumped as Katsuki slapped his cock up against it, the angry red tip dripping pre on your abdomen. You whimpered squirming away from the pleasure that was already too much.

           “Don’t think about trying to run away from me witch,” he slowly pressed into you before his arms came under your limp thighs pulling them up to your chest and locking them in position as his hands slipped behind your head “not like you’ll be able to though,”

           His planted his feet firmly on your mattress gripping the blanket with his toes before thrusting up, you choked, eyes crossing as his cock seemed to press into every oversensitive spot of your walls. You felt his wet lips latch onto your lobe tongue slipping into your ear lathing slow strokes matching the maddening strokes that his cock dug into your pussy. Futilely your hands pressed into his thighs trying to cease his pumping hips, you heard him chuckle hot breath fanning your ear around the tongue that delved deep into it. You couldn’t make a noise, could barely breath as Katsuki seemed to dig out all thought of anything besides his throbbing cock claiming your greedy pussy that desperately latched on to the pleasure that drove your brain stupid.

Midoriya groaned watching your cunt cream around Katsuki’s cock leaving bubbly rings of tantalizing white that had him licking his lips. He leaned down licking a stripe up Katsuki’s cock till his tongue pressed the mixture of all three of your combined messes into your clit. He wrapped his lips around the nub and sucked. You screamed, the first sound your had truly been able to make since Katsuki had entered you, piercing and long like a banshee that had Katsuki leaving your ear alone to laugh at you, laugh at the dumb little witch fucked even more stupid on his cock. Damn, the old crone that had him before wasn’t even this good a fuck he thought as he began to piston his hips into you feeling his own end creeping on him between your cunt seemingly try to strangle his cock and Izuku’s tongue lapping at your joined sexes.

Without any warning you came moaning and thrashing as much as you could in the full nelson Katsuki had you in, squirting again against the tongue that seemed to be molded stuck to your clit. Katsuki cursed as his feet pressed deeper into the bed hips stuttering up into you as he came, your cunt pumped full for the second time that night with daemon spunk, Izuku finally pulled away from you face dripping in your squirt as he bent down to kiss while Katsuki’s thrust slowed to stop. He released you from your position breathing heavily while you fell forward into Izuku’s arms legs shaking and cock drunk.

“There there mistress,” Izuku cooed, you lazily stared up at his and his eyes seemed to glow an almost sinister green in the moonlight “It’s my turn again and I promise to be gentle,”

You gulped backing up only to be met with Katsuki’s already hardening cock glide under your still dripping pussy. Izuku chuckled gleefully as he shuffled forward his own dick nudging at your poor abused clit. Katsuki growled pinning your arms to your sides before licking a long stripe up your still wet ear.

           “I think you mean that it’s both of our turn rabbit,”

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My Princess

Summary: You tag along with Harry to his Vogue shoot. The dress is definitely a turn on.

Genre(s): purest smut of all

Word Count: 1.5k

Warning(s): smut??? use of butt plugs, sub!harry (not a warning, more of a welcoming sign)

“Harry! A little more to the left! Yes, great!” the photographer kept giving Harry instructions on adjusting his poses for the December Vogue cover photoshoot. You sat next to dressed up Gemma on the bench in the field of tall grass chatting and observing from a distance.

“He’s pulling the dress off better than I ever could.” You told Gemma, letting your gaze go back and forth from her to your boyfriend.

“Same. No way I could ever feel confident enough to wear that. It’s so puffy.” Gemma giggled, diving deeper into the blanket wrapped around her shoulders.

“He looks like a princess.” You announce, looking at the man with adoration.

Harry caught your creepy stare and wondered what was going through that pretty little head of yours.

“Whatcha thinking, pretty?” He asked, smirking at you, knowing exactly what you were thinking.

“You look like a princess!” You exclaimed loudly, smiling widely at Harry. Your words surprised him and caused a dimple to appear on his smiling face. Harry put a hand on his defined waist and stroke a silly pose to make you laugh.

“A princess, huh? Well, would you be my Prince Charming then?” He shamelessly flirted with you, flapping his lashes at you.

“I’m down to be your Prince Charming any day.”

Harry swears he could feel his dick twitch in his briefs.

Thank God I’m wearing a dress.

Harry kept posing and for another 30 minutes and the whole time you’d keep shamelessly flirting. Gemma had to stop herself from throwing up at how disgusting you two got. At some point, she snuck away to talk to Anne on the phone (at least that’s what she used as an excuse) and left you and Harry on the verge of foreplay.

“This dress would look beautiful on you, you know,” Harry said, turning his back to you, obviously asking you to unzip the dress.

You two stood in the middle of his trailer that parked in the open of the field. Harry had to change into the other outfit his stylist picked for him to continue the photoshoot.

“You know I don’t wear stuff like that.” You answered him, slowly unzipping the back of his dress, looking into his eyes through the reflection in the mirror.

Harry felt the mood rapidly change. He watched your eyes darken as you kept prolonging the unzipping of the dress, slowly dragging your cold fingers against his skin behind the zipper.

Harry couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as he felt the tip of your tongue leave a wet trace along his spine.

“Ah, please,” Harry whined, letting you wrap your arm around his waist holding him from running away from your wet tongue.

“Please what, baby?” You teased him further, running your nails against the wet trace along his spine.

“Please, touch me.” He begged, pushing his back against your chest in hopes that your arm would move a little lower and touch his crotch even though he knew how much you hated it when he wasn’t patient.

“What do you think you’re doing, huh? You should be patient. And here I thought you were a good boy.” You added the last words knowing that it would make him go crazy.

Harry’s eyes went wide as he no longer felt your hands or tongue on him. You completely retreated and walked to the couch on the opposite side of the trailer. Harry felt cold and his naked back only added to it.

“No, no, please.” He turned his face to you as you watched the look full of regret on his face. You sat back against the couch and watched your boyfriend slowly walk up to you.

“Stop.” You commanded.

Harry didn’t dare go against your command and stopped the second you told him to.

“What do you have to say when you’re being bad?” You asked him, looking into his sad eyes. His lips trembled as he stood in the middle of his trailer.

“I’m sorry for being a bad boy, mommy.” He whispered the last part to himself but you still heard it loud and clear.

“What do bad boys have to do for mommy to forgive them?” You ask Harry, getting comfortable in your seat, getting ready for what was to come.

Harry understood you right away and his eyes went straight to his tote bag. He walked to it and pulled a small sunglasses case from it. Inside the case, there was a small bottle of lube and a butt plug with a green stone on its end.

You didn’t say anything and just watched as Harry fell on his knees, his back facing you. Harry opened the lube bottle and poured some lube on the butt plug, some on it dripping on the front of his dress.

You stayed silent throughout the show, watching as he presses his face against the flood of the trailer and pulls the puffy dress out of the way for you to see his ass covered with the fabric of his briefs, a visible dark spot on the part covering his hard dick.

Harry waited for your “blessing” with the lubed-up butt plug in his one hand and pulling his underwear down his legs revealing his twitching cock and his gaping hole with the other.

“Start.” You commanded, moving to the edge of the couch to see Harry slowly insert the tip of the butt plug into his hole.

A deep whine left Harry’s mouth as he felt himself spread welcoming the wet cold metal inside.

“Silent. Only good boys get to make noises.” You growled at him.

Harry kept his mouth shut, pressing his face against the floor to muffle his moans, taking the butt plug in completely. His hand left the green-stoned end and pushed his upper half off the floor to stand on all fours.

“What a nice view, H.” You cooed, looking at the pretty green stone - the evidence of the fullness your boyfriend was feeling.

You got up from your seat and made a U-turn to stand in front of Harry, facing him on his fours. You pressed your fingers under his chin, pushing his face up to look at you.

Harry’s face was covered in tears that kept dripping from his eyes from how turned on he was and how much he needed to cum.

“Awww look at this. What a filthy slut, huh.” You kept teasing Harry and watched his face contort in pain as he felt his dick twitch and his hole squeeze around the butt plug.

“Would you want to say something?” You asked, raising your eyebrow from curiosity.

“Mommy, I’m so sorry. I’ll be a good boy. Please let me cum. It hurts.” Harry begs on his knees quite literally.

“Hm. You have been following my commands so far. Get up and put your briefs back on.” You think out loud and step away, letting Harry get up from his knees. The dress puff fell back in place and covered his filthy wet hole and hard dick. Harry bent over to put his underwear back on. When he was ready he looked back at you standing in front of him, waiting for your next instruction.

You sent him a smile, walking up to him and reaching between you two to push the front dress ruffles up and sneak your hand in his underwear to free his painfully swollen dick out of its prison.

Harry just stood there waiting patiently this time.

“Oh. You’re so hard, baby. Does it hurt?” You ask, looking into his eyes with a pitiful look.

“Yes, mommy,” Harry whined.

“Good.” You quickly say and spit onto his almost-purple cock, getting it wet and letting go of the rubber band of his underwear. It painfully snapped against his lower abdomen and caused his dick to be pushed back tightly against the wet fabric. A desperate moan left Harry’s mouth following your actions.

You proceeded to walk out of the trailer before turning around and looking at Harry one last time before opening the door to leave.

He stood there, his dress - pulled up, the light fluffs of the expensive dress - a mess. Some puffs had drops of dried lube on them and Harry’s face was red from the shame of what just happened. The tears had already dried on his cheeks. He was still squeezing around the now-warm butt plug and thinking about how much his dick hurts. Pathetic.

“What a pretty little princess you are.” You coo at Harry before turning your back to him and exiting the trailer.

You walk away from the trailer and make your way back to where you have last seen Gemma.

“Oh, hey, Y/N. Is Harry coming? We have a couple more pictures to take. He’s taking a while.” The photographer asks you the second he sees you.

“Um. Not sure. You could check his trailer though.”

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Exhaustion

Kozik x F!Reader

Request by Anon: Can I get a Kozik x female reader, where she comes home one day from a busy work day - and she sits down next to Kozik. Some time passes, then the sons realise that she has fallen asleep on him - and maybe just some light teasing for Kozik ensues, as he carefully shifts to carry her to a quieter room. Then, she wakes at a later point, still half asleep, mutters some almost incoherent confession to Kozik, and falls asleep again. Then, he addresses the situation the next day and fluff!!!

Warnings: language, alcohol

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: We love some soft, sleepy confessions in this house! I switched up the location a little bit and also this totally tweaks the canon timeline but it’s fine we’re just here to have a good time lol. Did I write this on a Sunday night knowing I was taking Monday off because the previous week drained me so much I needed an extra day?? Maybe. Did I indulge in the softness of this to cope with that?? Definitely lmao. Also, if this trope is something that you’re interested in, I have a Juice Fic that runs along the same lines.

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It'd been a rough day, and overall an exhausting week at work. Everything in you was telling you to just go home and go to sleep because your entire body was screaming for rest. But as you were walking out to your car, you’d gotten a message from Kozik inviting you over to his place. He had a few of the guys over to drink beer and watch the fights that were on that night. It wasn’t going to be anything crazy, and it wouldn’t be as big of a crowd as it usually was. Not having a clubhouse for the time being meant that the get-togethers were a bit smaller, which suited you just fine, especially on days like the one you were having. You figured that maybe a good time and a distraction might be a nice way to end a bad week.

You had become an expert at changing in your car over the years. You hated going placed still in your work clothes, so you always kept a spare set of comfortable, casual clothes in your back seat just in case last-minute plans popped up, like they just had. The hoodie and leggings that you had swapped into were much better suited for hanging out with the guys than what you wore to work.

Pulling into Kozik’s driveway, you saw a few of the bikes parked out front. You smiled, instantly recognizing which bike belonged to each biker. Taking a deep breath to prepare yourself, you grabbed your purse off the passenger seat and hopped out of the car, locking the vehicle behind you as you made your way up to his front steps. You knocked as you let yourself in, which you supposed defeated the purpose of the knock.

Kozik materialized in front of you, having heard you knocking over the sound of the television. A smile spread across his face as he watched you take your shoes off and toss your purse off the to the side.

“You made it,” he laughed as he wrapped you in a hug, “Didn’t know if you were actually going to show. I know it’s been a rough week.”

You let yourself lean into him for a few moments before responding, “It was a close one, I won’t lie to you.”

He chuckled, “Well, if you wanna bail you know you can. I won’t take it personally.”

“Rest of us might, though!” Jax piped up from the living room with a smirk.

“And maybe some of you should,” you shot back with a smile, causing both of you to laugh.

“Go, sit,” Kozik nudged you towards the living room, “I’ll grab you a beer.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. You immediately made your way over to the couch and sat down, gently bumping your knee against Juice’s in a silent greeting. He flashed you a warm smile before returning his attention to the television. Hardly a minute later, Kozik was sitting down on the other side of you and placing a nice cold beer in your hand. You smiled and nodded to him in thanks before taking a long drink from it.

“Day was that good, huh?” he asked somewhat quietly.

You chuckled and leaned against his side, “Whole fucking week has been that good. Just one fucking issue after another.”

“I’m sorry,” there was genuine concern in his eyes, “If you wanna go home you c—”

You shook your head, “No, no I’m good. Honestly, I think what I need is probably to just watch these dudes beat the shit out of each other,” you laughed quietly.

“Always makes me feel better,” he laughed as he casually draped his arm around your shoulders.

You didn’t comment on the closeness the two of you were sharing, on the warmth you felt radiating from his body and flowing over into yours. It was comforting, the kind of safety and reassurance you needed after a week from hell. You could feel Juice’s eyes on the two of you from the other end of the couch as he smirked at you, and you gave him a gentle kick in the shin, causing him to laugh and divert his attention to more important things. Kozik gave your shoulder a light squeeze and you let out a sigh of relief as you melted against him.

At some point, despite the cheering and joking that was happening around you, you fell asleep against Kozik’s side. Kozik hadn’t noticed, too busy being wrapped up in the fights and trying to figure out if he was going to win the bets he’d waged with the guys for the winners of the night. It wasn’t until he heard the soft thud of your empty beer bottle slipping from your fingers and onto the floor that he figured it out. He glanced down at you, halfway through a sentence asking if you were okay, when he saw you fast asleep against his side.

He was gazing down at you, trying to figure out what to do with you, when he heard Jax’s laughter. “She is knocked out, bro,” he chuckled.

“Yea, she is,” Kozik shook his head, “I can’t just wake her up…right?”

“No, don’t be an asshole,” Opie chimed in, shaking his head with a knowing smile, “Just let her sleep.”

“And, honestly,” Juice chuckled as he looked at you passed out against Kozik, “something tells me you couldn’t wake her up right now even if you tried.”

“Probably not,” Kozik laughed as he mulled that observation over in his mind for a few seconds. With a light sigh he stood up and carefully lifted you off the couch, draping you over his arms, “I’ll be back,” he said to the guys with a laugh as he carried you out of the fray of his living room, even though it clearly hadn’t bothered you enough to stop you from falling asleep in the first place.

“Yea, there you go, Prince Charming,” Jax called after him with a laugh, “Whisk her away.”

He carried you to his room and gently deposited you onto the bed. He was pulling the blanket up over you when you sleepily reached out and tugged at his arm. For a moment he was startled, but when he saw the exhausted look in your hooded eyes, he had to smile.

“Go back to sleep,” his voice was soft, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Where you going?” you mumbled, fingers wrapping gently around his forearm.

He smiled as he placed his free hand over yours, “Just back to the living room—fights are still on.”

“Kozik?” your eyes were already shut again as you laid against the pillow on his bed.

“Yea?” he couldn’t hide his amusement at how you were when you were sleepy.

“I think I’m a little,” you yawned as your hand loosened and fell from his arm onto the bed beside you, “a little in love with you.”

Your words caught him off-guard, but before he could even try to respond to them, you were passed out again, sprawled out over his bed. He stood there for a few moments, just looking at you and hearing your sleepy voice ringing in his head over and over. He raked his fingers back through his hair and took a deep breath before forcing himself to return to the rest of the people who were still at his house.

“All good, brother?” Opie saw the slightly dazed look on Kozik’s face and couldn’t help but to ask.

It snapped him out of it, and he smiled as he sat back down on the sofa, “Yea, all good.”

Kozik had opted to sleep on the couch for the night after everyone else had left. He woke up to the smell of coffee and the sound of you trying to quietly get things out of the kitchen cupboards and failing. He slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. When it was finally able to focus his vision, he felt his entire body get warm at the sight of you sleepily snooping around his kitchen trying to make your coffee.

“Good morning,” he said as he swung his legs, feet landing softly on the floor.

“Oh,” you spun around, coffee mug cupped tightly in your hands, not realizing that he was awake, “Morning,” you paused, “Coffee?”

He nodded, “Yea, sure.”

You made two cups and brought them over, handing one over to him as you sat down on the couch next to him. The outside of your leg rested against his as you each sipped on your coffee, letting a comfortable silence fill the room.

After a couple minutes you looked over at him with a smile, “Sorry for passing out here last night—guess I can’t hang like I used to.”

He chuckled and shook his head, “Don’t apologize. I’m surprised you even came over. I know your week was…shitty.”

You laughed nodding, “It was. But I dunno, I like hanging out here, with you.”

He figured that there wasn’t going to be a better time to bring up what you had said the night before, so he did, “Hey, um, can I…can I talk to you about something?”

You turned your head to face him, nodding, “Of course.”

“Last night, when I brought you to bed. You, um, you mentioned something that I just feel like I should probably ask you about?”

You groaned, “Fuck. What’d I say? I swear, Kozik, I’m never trying to make you uncomfortable or—”

“You didn’t,” he didn’t want to allow you to continue going with that train of thought, “You didn’t make me uncomfortable at all. You just…you said that you’re in love with me.”

Nerves shot throughout your entire body. You couldn’t even blame the confession on the booze, only having had one drink. It was just exhaustion and lowered inhibitions that got you to spill your feelings. It was hard to gauge from the look on his face where exactly he landed with it.

“You don’t have to try and save my feelings if you don’t feel the same way,” you told him with a shake of your head, “I’m sorry I even put you in this position at all.”

“Do you?”

“What?”

“Do you love me?” his eyes desperately searched yours.

You nodded, not able to say anything else for a moment. When you finally got your words in order, you said, “I do. I have for a while. I’m sorry if—”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence as he closed the distance between the two of you and pressed his lips to yours. It caught you by surprise, and it took you a second to truly realize what was going on, but once you did you leaned into him, reveling in the way his hand felt as he came to cup the side of your face.

“I love you too,” he said, a little breathless as he took his lips off of yours.

You felt yourself smiling uncontrollably as you looked at him, “Sorry I just dropped that on you as I was passing out last night. Little bit of a dick move.”

“Wanna know what else was a dick move?” he asked with a cheeky smile.

“What’s that?”

“You said that you’re only a little in love with me,” he laughed at the way you shrank back out of embarrassment. He set his coffee mug down so he could pull you back closer to him, “C’mon, you know I’m kidding. It was cute.”

“Yea?” your eyes searched his face.

He nodded, “Yea,” he kissed you softly on the lips, “But you do love me more than just a little, right?”

You laughed, nodding as you cupped his face in your hands, “Of course.”

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You Are Beautiful (1)

Summary: Sirius Black was entranced since the moment he saw you. He had to have you but you are convinced his feelings are fleeting, and will only hurt you. People inside and outside of your relationship meddle in the makings of something that could be beautiful... or disastrous. Will love and confidence win? Or will doubt and uncertainty tear you both down?

Young Sirius Black x Pus SizedFemReader

Warning: one inappropriate joke lol, fluff I suppose and nothing else really. All the real stuff comes later :0

Authors note: I mostly write my xreader fics as neutral but as this is a request, I wrote this as fem. But if anyone would like a male version or neutral version let me know and I will copy this but obviously change readers gender (and it's no burden to me I'd love to make more readers feel included and represented). Also reader is plus sized and she is confident and strong throughout the fic -because plus sized characters aren't represented like that in film/books alot (but if looking for amazing and empowering plus sized female characters Nina Zenik from Six of Crows owns my entire heart and changed how I saw myself personally and I would recommend that book for anyone really)- but as any human she has her insecurities because beauty standards are unattainable and have a way excluding so many people and making us feel less than beautiful. As a plus sized/overweight person myself, I understand how we have to fight to feel beautiful and fight this internalized bias we have when we look in the mirror. But WE ARE BEAUTIFUL. WE ARE WORTHY OF MAGAZINGE COVERS AND COMPLIMENTS AND ABOVE ALL SELF LOVE!! The self insert character in this has fought for her confidence, but it will shake and stumble throughout the series and Sirius and friends are there for her to help her realize for herself how beautiful she truly is, once again. So I hope I didn't stray too far from the request :) Enjoy....

Word Count: 1.8

Authors Note: About halfway through I decided to make it a series oops-

****Blabbering Idiot****

Sirius Black is a man of many, many words. In fact, I'm sure if he was writing this he could quickly turn it into one of the most entertaining novels ever written. He'd describe the laughter of his friends for a whole page. Tell a hilarious joke on the next. Then he'd describe the wind blowing through the open halls and courtyard and the spring sun. He could write about a great many things in great detail. (But he wouldn't because he doesn't quite enjoy writing as much as he does anything else, but that's above the point.)

As I said, Sirius Black is a man of many words. So it was such a curious thing when he first saw you. It was an astounding thing really, because for the first time he found something that rendered him completely speechless.

The sun was peeking through the open corridor and pooled onto you, caressing your skin and hair in an ethereal glow. Highlighting curves that brought both sinful and sweet thoughts running through him. It was as if the universe was telling him, look at what we've created, look at this beautiful creature. But he could hardly believe that this world could create something so lovely and kind. You threw your head back in laughter at something your friend said and suddenly the world is back to normal and all he can hear is your laughter and the sound of his friends curiosity at what could have possibly kept him from the conversation about muggle rock compared to Wizard bands. In fact, James was so passionate about it half the hall turned to listen to his rendition of The Chain by Fleetwood Mac.

But he didn't care, he took a feeble step towards you and suddenly felt so nervous his hands began to sweat. He stuttered and coughed up his words just for a simple "hello" in your direction only for the wind blowing through the halls to carry it away. And his friends laughed at him as he watched you walk too far from where he wanted you. Because, oh did he want you.

Sirus POV:

"I'm telling you, I won't be able to sleep tonight unless I know who she is," Sirius says for not the first time that evening. James started to laugh.

"Why? Because you'll be too busy thinking of her?" James said, laughing as he made a very suggestive hand motion. Peter cackled and Remus rolled his eyes, trying to find the cleaner side of his humor but instead he couldn't help but snort. Sirius pushed James's shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm sure Lily would love to know how familiar with that feeling you are," Sirius says and James stopped laughing immediately, his eyes narrowed.

"Please, you wouldn't dare. And I will deny all accusations, you'll be made out to be a liar. Then the mystery girl will never love you. Is that what you want, Pads?" James joked with a single arch of his brow. Sirius just rolled his eyes. He was only half paying attention, he has been scouring the hallways since he first saw that girl. He wanted to speak to her again, or maybe just stare for a bit. If things went well, he'd be able to do both those things on a date. But he hasn't seen her since that morning and his heart felt oddly shallow. He wanted those butterflies he had when looking at her to come back and overwhelm him again.

"What'll it matter if I don't even know who she is? Or- or if I can't talk to her? No one falls in love with a blabbering idiot," Sirius says. Remus shrugs.

"Lily fell in love with James," he says, Peter laughed again.

"Yeah, regardless of what he does at night," Peter added and now both James and Sirius were rolling their eyes. James and Lily just recently stopped denying their feelings for one another and gave into the sexual tension and mutual pining. Their relationship was still fairly new but they act as if they've been together for years. Sirius supposed that in a way, they have been.

Sirius would watch them giggling, hand and hand in the hall. He'd see them cuddling in the common room, or coming back after dates with rosy cheeks and beaming smiles. Sirius would never admit it out loud, but his heart cried out when he saw them like that. He rarely ever felt lonely. He could have any girl or boy he wanted if he really tried, but for what? One fun night? Only for one more morning where he wakes up alone? He wanted more than that whenever he saw Lily and James, their happiness was palpable. Their love was suffocating.

Sirius always thought he'd find the one after Hogwarts, if at all. But when he saw her... well that changed everything. In a flash he saw himself with her, their hands intertwined and her head thrown back in laughter. Rosy cheeks and bruised lips. Warm beds and making love... being in love. He nearly felt silly after and yet, he knew that even if he did sleep tonight, it would be her he'd dream of.

"Ello' guys!" Lily said, bouncing up to James who kissed her cheek. They walked with their arms looped and Sirius glared at the easy sign of affection. He thought of his parents, how they would be stiff with one another except for in quiet moments, when he'd pass through a hall and glance into their room. He'd spot a quick kiss on the cheek, and soft squeeze of the hand. It were those odd moments for him, that struck him so strongly with a sharp bitterness. They don't deserve softness and love, he'd think, how can such cruel creatures even feel such things? But even then, he'd walk away seeing them as still awful creatures born from the depths of hell, but more human.

"That's her," Sirius whispered so quietly Remus almost didn't hear it. In fact, Sirius didn’t think Remus heard it at all, but it was rather his look of longing towards the Great Hall entrance that gave him away. Because standing right there, was you.

Your hair was a little wind blown, messy around your face, bits of iit shaped your round cheeks and soft eyes. Sirius eyed you up and down and cursed clothes and cursed shyness and cursed his own head for thinking he could even talk to you. But most of all, he cursed a group of boys who walked past you.

Sirius was a confident boy, he knew how to spot someone who held their head up just as high as he did, and you were very much one of those people. You were giggling as you stole a biscuit from a friend and popped it into your mouth, you covered your mouth as you laughed when they complained with a little smile of their own.

"It's just so yummy, and I haven't eaten since breakfast." He heard you say, your friend just shook his head and handed you a plate as you sat down next to him. But right before you could get comfortable a sneering group of boys stole a piece of food from your hand and said something rather rude.

Sirius didn't even realize he had been walking towards you, this girl he has never even spoken too, yet thought of so endearingly, until he was standing right before the boys and had the pack leaders wrist firmly in his grip.

"Drop it boy, c'mon, drop it," he teased. It was humiliating for the boy and he knew it by the laughing and sneering others directed towards the group of boys, but Sirius did not care. The boy dropped the biscuit and looked as if his tail was tucked into his legs. "Good boy," he said, ruffling his hair until it was a knotted mess, the boy winced at just how hard Sirius dug his knuckles into his scalp, Sirius relented with a satisfied smirk.

Sirius’s voice took on a much harsher tone, "Now scram." The boys were out of their seats and in new ones within seconds.

Sirius felt his mood shift completely once they left, because now all eyes were on him, yours included. He looked up at you rather shyly, his hair falling in strands over his forehead. He tucked it behind his ear and found some confidence in the way your eyes followed the movement and how you blushed. He gave you his best smile, hoping his charm wasn't as weak as his legs felt at that moment.

"Hello, I'm Sirius... Sirius Black." Then, like an idiot he put his hand out for you to shake, what charmer just shakes the ladies hand? He stopped belittling himself the moment you softly placed your hand in his.

"It's nice to meet you, Sirius, and thanks for helping me. I know how to handle those filthy 'dogs'" you said, smiling as you remembered the way he spoke to them, he chuckled. "But I suppose it's nice not always having to," you finished with a bright smile on your face. He felt his own cheeks heat up and he nodded but could not think of anything better to say.

"Name," he said, you raised your brows. He cleared his throat, "your name?"

"Oh, how rude of me," you said and then you laughed, that same laugh that caught his attention and has yet to let go. "I'm (y/n) (y/l/n)."

"Nice to meet you," he said, it was as if he couldn't feel the appalled stares of your friends because all he could see was the blush on your cheeks and your head thrown back in laughter. He swallowed thickly before making his way back to his friends. They all wore raised brows and smirks, and he knew they were about to bite into him.

"Treating them like dogs, really? A bit ironic don't you think," Lily said, James shrugged

"That's why it was so good," he said, high fiving Sirius.

"But it admittedly went downhill from there," Peter was sure to add, just like Sirius knew one of them would. Sirius just laughed, too elated to finally know who you were.

"Don't start," he said, but it was too late.

All in union they sputtered out the lame word that will plague Sirius' memory of that moment forever, "Name?"

They cackled at him and ruffled his hair all the way to their seats, but Sirius knew they were pleased for him. And Sirius didn't mind, he could feel the pretty eyes of a pretty girl following him across the room. If only someone told him how important she would become to him, maybe he would have looked back at her and never looked away.

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ruined parties // older brother draco (implied fred weasley)

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a/n: i didn't know how to label this without it looking like an incest fic and I just want everyone to know it is most definitely not an incest fic and I don't know how to make it look better why is this my life

i just saw this in my inbox unreasonably late and I loved it sm so I wrote this little overprotective big brother draco fic :) I wanted to thank @gaycatlord-stuff for the message and the meme because I loved it sm and it rly got the juices in my sahara desert brain flowing.

summary: Draco is a relentlessly overprotective brother who ruins all romantic opportunities for you.

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Sometimes, you wondered how different your life would be as a muggle. You wondered if your wealthy parents would have shoved you off to a nanny rather than house-elves; if you would have gone to a muggle boarding school and studied classic literature for an actual class and not just for fun, which Draco loved to remind you was one of the weirder things about you; if you would have learned to do laundry and wash the dishes and comb your hair without the brush levitating with a flick of your wand.

You wondered, most of all, how Draco would manage to beat up all the boys who showed interest in you as you grew up.

Draco went through his phases of the ways in which he would 'protect' you. He had really enjoyed the bat-bogey hex for a while in your first year. In second year and most of third year, he went with the safe option of the jelly-legs jinx. By fourth year he had matured to more advanced methods of transfiguration. He had managed to turn Michael Corner into a raccoon for at least a whole day when Michael had offered to carry your bag for you in the hall.

Fifth year was bad. He had been taken in by Snape, who offered him a number of tips and tricks in the world of dark magic. You insisted Draco didn't need dark magic, and he insisted that you mind your own business.

Draco was irritable and nearly unbearable by sixth year. He hovered over you like a vulture, sending glares to anyone who even looked at you. Your friends started calling him Bloody Mary because he was always haunting over your shoulder. You knew it was because your parents were putting a lot of pressure on him and his crush on Harry Potter was becoming inhumanely large, but still. It was annoying.

It was even more annoying when Draco seemed to have met a suitable match in Fred Weasley.

You had a bit of a liking for muggle things. The school year was your only chance to inhabit this hobby, with your father removing all your muggle posters from your room the second you left for the train. You took Muggle Studies and begged Dumbledore not to tell your parents. You had mostly muggle-born or half-blood friends, which you also told your parents nothing about. Draco found this all the more reason to 'protect' you.

"You ought to dye your hair," you gritted out, sulking over your breakfast and resisting the urge to kick Draco's shin under the table.

Draco didn't respond, shoveling beans into his mouth with an unamused look.

"Seriously," you continued. "Your hair doesn't match your energy. Black would be very striking. You and your boyfriend would be matching."

Draco kicked your shin under the table, making you regret not taking your chance earlier. Harry was a sore spot for Draco, but Draco had just done a wandless spell on Ernest Macmillan before he could ask you to Hogsmeade, and he deserved it.

"What are you reading?" He grunted, offering an unspoken truce he knew you would take.

You shielded the cover, "Killing your brother 101. Enlightening."

"How far into it are you?"

"Almost done. I'd prepare yourself if I were you."

Draco hummed, unfazed by your murderous threats.

"You finish the notes for Charms?" you shut your book, stealing a piece of cantaloupe from Draco's plate.

"Yes," Draco looked at you eating the stolen fruit unapprovingly, pulling some sort of older brother superiority with just one look at you. Infuriating.

"What's the time?" You abandoned the Charms notes, no longer willing to admit you didn't do them.

"Just past 7," Draco pushed his plate away from him, standing and straightening his tie.

"See you at dinner," you began putting your things away and Draco mumbled a goodbye, setting off for his own classes. You were just shoveling the last of the beans he left on his plate into your mouth when a foreign group of bodies were across from you in your peripheral.

You lifted your head, hunched over the beans and still chewing, to see Fred, George, and Lee.

You squinted, chewing slowly and leaning back as to avoid any sort of tripwire for a prank.

"Malfoy," Fred said pleasantly, which was not how people usually said your last name.

"Big brother leave you by your lonesome?" Lee added, also not taking the cruel tone most would when talking about your brother.

This was odd.

"What do you want?" you swallowed your food, eyeing them suspiciously.

"I thought she was meant to be the better of them," George stage-whispered to Lee.

"We are here to formally invite you to a party we are hosting," Fred continued, unperturbed.

Lee and George watched you, waiting for your reaction.

"Alright," you agreed and stood, joining your friends in the hall to walk to class.

"That was easier than I expected," Lee said cheerfully, visibly relieved now that he was not in your presence.

"I told you," Fred puffed his chest out confidently and place his hands on the table as he stood, "Without Draco around, she's perfect."

-

The party was in full swing and Draco was drunk. With one guess, you would have to assume it had something to do with the way Harry kept offering to top off his glass, his hand hovering on the small of Draco's back as they talked into each other's ears.

Drunk Draco was a luxury you were not often afforded. Drunk Draco meant living a life of your own, doing things without his watchful eye.

So you also got drunk. Your friends used the term 'waisted' the next morning, but we will say 'drunk' for maturity purposes. And drunk you got!

Fred was always suspiciously close to you, and suspiciously nice once you thought harder on it. You tried not to leave any drink unguarded while he hovered and stayed with friends as often as possible.

You eventually found yourself on a large leather couch in the center of the room. Ron was next to you, stoned out of his mind, and digging around in the pocket of his flannel for more rolling papers. On the other side of you, Luna's head rolled around her neck, falling onto your shoulder and the couch and finally landing on Ginny's lap when she passed out. You watched Ginny stroke her hair, occasionally tracing a line down her nose. Sighing, you accepted the blunt when Ron finally passed it your way.

You were passing it back, sufficiently stoned out of your gourd, when it was plucked from your hands. You thought you had dropped it, jolting back and looking around frantically until you saw those awful, bony, white fingers dangling the now soggy blunt in front of your face.

"C'mon!" Ron groaned, face twisting through the stages of grief as he saw his ruined creation.

"Pot?" Draco said as if he were 40 and with a mortgage.

"Pot," you replied as if you were 17 and at a party.

One of you had an accurate hold on reality. The other held a soggy blunt.

Ron took the soggy blunt and attempted to salvage it, sinking down to his knees to work on the coffee table in front of you. Draco took his seat and set his drink on the table to his side. He didn't drink from it, presumably because of a blunt that had been swimming in it for a moment.

"I thought you were with Harry," you said slowly, torn between wanting to hurt Draco if something had gone badly with Harry and actually wanting to know why he wasn't still with him.

"Yeah, he went up to bed," Draco answered, not sounding pitiful and mournful like he had a habit of sounding after interacting with Harry.

"He didn't take you with him?" you slurred, leaning into Draco's strong and seemingly sober shoulder.

"Shut up," he chuckled, wrapping an arm around your side and hauling you off the couch. You reached into his pocket, finding some loose bills you knew would be there, and slipped them to Ron as compensation before you left.

You felt accomplished, drunk and high, leaving a party after a fun time. It was also a highlight to have given Ron Weasley Draco's drug money.

-

As per usual, you didn't have a date for Hogsmeade. Your friends were all in Madam Puddifoot's with their dates, gazing over the table at each other like lovesick puppies. Draco currently had you in a headlock while he rubbed his knuckles into the top of your head.

You shoved your heal into his foot, making him release you.

You both returned to your drinks with slightly labored breaths and scowls.

Draco was upset because Harry wasn't at Hogsmeade and you were upset because you were in Hogsmeade with Draco. You would have fallen at his knees and begged him to release you from the chains of this sibling dynamic if he weren't the one buying lunch today.

You ate, still scowling, and walked around scowling, and returned to Hogwarts scowling. You hugged each other, scowling, before bed and went to your respective dorms.

-

It was hot and there was no wind. Really, absolutely no wind. The water on the black lake was eerily reflective and the trees were unmoving.

You were walking with some friends, charmed fans moving around you as they blew cold air in your faces. You were returning from Hogsmeade with ice cream, very happy from the outing without Draco.

Regretfully, Draco did not seem to be as happy.

Stepping into the courtyard, you felt a drop of your ice cream land on your hand, sticky and cold and messy, and at the same time, you saw Draco hurl himself at Fred Weasley.

Fred sprawled across the courtyard, landing on some poorly transfigured pillows that you guessed were the product of George's wandless magic. His head was cushioned from what would have been a nasty hit on the stone. He squirmed under Draco, long arms and legs flailing against the steady weight Draco was putting on him.

You watched Lee and George leaning against a wall, presumably letting Fred fight this battle on his own.

You decided to do something similar.

You watched as Fred wrangled himself free, both boys tripping over the pillows until George vanished them. In the free space, they circled each other with their hands raised. It was funny to see two pure-blood wizards fighting so viciously without a hint of magic.

Draco took a step forward with his left foot, tricking Fred out to lunge at him from the right. He had Fred's leg and then Fred was on the ground again, grunting in pain. Draco flipped him and pinned him, knee resting on Fred's back and hands holding his arms together. Deciding Draco had enough fun, you walked over.

"Fight Club?" you offered, quirking an eyebrow.

"Did you go to Hogsmeade?" Draco ignored you, panting slightly. Up close you saw he had a nasty bruise on his cheekbone and some blood coming from his nose. Fred must have gotten a few hits in.

"Yeah," you licked your ice cream, "bloody scorching out."

"Hm," Draco hummed, adjusting his grip on Fred's arm and causing Fred to yelp in pain.

"How are you?" you asked politely.

"Alright. You?"

"Alright."

Draco nodded.

"So, what's this about?"

"He said he was going to prank you," Draco said, shrugging and adjusting Fred's arm again on purpose.

You gasped in faux shock, crouching down to look at Fred.

"A prank?" you asked him, smirking.

"No!" Fred yelped when he tried to move his arms.

You looked to Draco, whose eyebrows were furrowed. "I heard you! You said you were going to take her out!"

"Draco."

"Draco!" Fred yelped, finally getting his arms loose and crawling from underneath Draco's grasp.

"Oh my fucking god."

"Merlin," Fred mumbled, looking at your face and then Draco's guilty expression.

"Oh," Draco said simply, head tilting as he added up the moment's events in his head.

"Oh my fucking god," you repeated.

Draco got his feet under him.

"Oh my fucking god!" you hurled your ice cream cone at his back, hitting him hard as he ran. You chased him, narrowly avoiding the trail of melted strawberry ice cream he was leaving through the halls.

[midgardianweasley]

hi! welcome to fanfiction writing !!! could i request george weasley comforting the reader when she’s having a bad day/going through a sad time? (if you’re comfortable of course!) if not, i’ll be happy to request something else!🤍

Of course lovely!! here you go, I hope you like it <33

I’m here

George Weasley x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N is struggling with having a bad day. She doesn’t want to upset George so she tries to avoid him, but he doesn’t take no for an answer and reassures her that she doesn’t need to keep her feelings bottled up from him.

Warnings: flufff

Word Count: 1831 words

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Waking up this morning and getting ready this morning felt like a chore when finally getting around to it. Looking around to her clock, Y/N saw in the bright red numbers that it was ten to eight. ‘Seriously? I slept in?’ she thought to herself. Sleeping in was never a good start to the day. Before verbally making her empty dorm aware of how bothered she was by this with a string of complaints for no one else around to hear, she rushed around her room in a panic, chucking on clothes that looked relatively similar to her Hogwarts uniform, lacking care towards the fact her tie didn’t even look like a tie with the way it was barely hung around her neck and then sped down the stairs, hoping to catch something to eat before her first class. Walking into the great hall, she saw that there were a considerable number of students left, still quietly talking with their friends while some were trying their best to simply keep their eyes open, Y/N could relate.

Walking towards the Y/H table, she started picking at some of the food left out while trying to keep an eye out for a pair of familiar redheads to be wandering around, one of which was her boyfriend, George Weasley. She hadn’t seen them for the time she was in the great hall, somewhat expecting it due to knowing they can never stay in one place at a time for long, they were always off experimenting or pranking someone. However, although their energy levels were through the roof in the morning, something she can never match, she’d miss hearing them speak among themselves while she managed to wake herself with some orange juice, but it had to be the kind with bits in it, not having the same effect otherwise.

As Y/N walked through the halls towards her first class, she’d heard the twins before she saw them. Even among the hundreds of students rushing to their classes, she still managed to hear an uproar from the corner of the corridor.

“But, what if there was a way to make FIlch’s tongue just not fit in his mouth? Would like to hear him send us to McGonnogal then.”

“Like an enlargement charm, Fred?”

“Exactly George”

“Wicked.”

Y/N smiled, Instantly recognising the voices discussing their plans for their next prank, she began to walk towards them to say her good mornings, when their professor, Mr Flitwick, had told them to hurry in otherwise they were going to be late. Late? She thought she had another five minutes to get to her class. Realizing she had a minute, if that, to get to her herbology class, she started to run outside and down to the greenhouse where she could see Professor Sprout addressing the class, clearly having already started. Clumsily, she burst through the door, trying to catch her breathe and play it off as presentable, although, she wasn’t fooling anyone into believing she was fashionably late.

“Ah! Good morning Miss L/N, how lovely of you to finally join us.” Professor Sprout spoke, turning to face me, alongside the whole class who had turned their heads to see where the sudden noise had come from.

“I’m really sorry Professor, I thought-”

“Just hold back at the end of the lesson Miss L/N, we have a busy class prepared, we shouldn’t waste any time.”

Y/N nodded, sighing at the thought of holding up the class. This morning so far had been a disaster, and if she thought it couldn’t have gotten much worse, after putting her bag down and starting to prepare for the class, she looked up and caught eyes with none other than Cormac McLaggen, smirking at her and making some gesture towards her. ‘What is he doing?’ He started making it a bit more obvious, pointing out the fact that she had yet to tie her tie, which had looped and tangled itself less than gracefully around her neck. She rolled her eyes and started to fix her tie and hopefully rid herself of this unfortunate morning.

-Timeskip-

Being let off with a warning from Professor Sprout and having to drag herself up to Divination and listen to Trelawney talk about tea leaves, she’d finally managed to make it to lunch. She generally loved Divination, it was one of her favourite classes listening to Professor Trelawney talk about predictions and watching the likes of Lavender Brown hang onto her every word, today was just not the day, she was feeling like it was midnight, when in reality, it was only noon, she was already so tired. She walked back into the great hall, seeing as it was lunchtime and had quickly spotted George and Fred sitting at the Gryffindor table, quickly walking over to them and sat herself down next to George and opposite Fred and Lee Jordan.

“Hey Darling” George smiling at his girlfriend and putting his arm around her, slightly pulling her closer to his side.

“Hey Y/N, we never managed to catch you this morning, everything okay?” Fred asked while filling his plate with a bunch of different lunch assortments set out along the table. Y/N had considered telling them about her morning so far, but she’d seen how happy they looked, discussing products and plans, she didn’t want to put a dampener on their mood. Deciding against saying anything, she came up with a quick and easy response.

“Hey guys, yeah i’m sorry I didn’t manage to speak to you, I wanted to catch up on some reading for Divination before class started and we must’ve just missed each other” She spoke, pulling her lips into a tight smile, trying her best to convince them, hoping they’d accept it and proceed as normal. Fred and Lee gave a mix of “Don’t worry about it” and “We have a Library? Huh.” George, noticing the slight difference in her smile and the way she had kept quiet, decided to let it slide. Maybe she was just hungry and wanted to get on with eating, he thought. He started tracing little patterns on her forearm, making sure to keep an eye on her if she continued like this later on, wanting to help her if there were any problems troubling her, for now, he’d eat his lunch and just let her sit with them, not putting any pressure on her to speak.

As the day went on, Y/N found herself to becoming more and more irritable as the tiredness increased. Walking into DADA, Snape had asked her a simple question, a question that if he had asked any other day, she’d have got right, but not today. After DADA, she had a free period, she had decided to spend it in the Library, feeling her social battery quickly draining. She’d wanted to just crawl back into her bed and sleep today off, hoping tomorrow would be better, but she had been assigned a 4 page essay by Professor Sprout and although sleep was tempting, she’d rather feel somewhat productive today. She had been in her own little bubble until she’d heard a chair scrape slightly against the floor, earning a round of ‘shhh’s’ from the people around them. She looked up slightly after finishing the sentence she was on and saw her boyfriend smiling down at her.

“Hey bubs, what you up to?” He spoke quietly so to not earn some death glares while sitting down beside her.

“I’m just working on this essay for Herbology, it’s due next week but i’d wanted to get a start on it before leaving it last minute. What are you doing here? You’re not one to usually come to the Library?”

“Well, I can't help but feel slightly insulted by that Love, albeit it’s very true.” He chuckles “I hadn’t seen you much today and I wanted to spend some time with my wonderful girlfriend.” He spoke before intertwining her free hand with his. Her eyes lit up a little at the sight of their hands together, her hand was always so small compared to his, she loved it.

“Have you been feeling okay today? I noticed you didn’t quite seem yourself earlier at lunch and you usually come hang out with Freddie and I during your free periods, has something happened?” He spoke again, gently rubbing his thumb across the back of her hand, trying to encourage her to speak to him. Before she’d considered covering it up like she had earlier, her eyes met with his. She couldn’t lie to him again, not when he was looking at her like they were the only two people in the room. She sighed, beginning to explain about her day and all the things that had gone wrong and why she had been feeling so off while George sat, giving her simple nods while she was speaking and continuing to hold her hand, squeezing slightly when her breaths began to shake a little. She’d stopped speaking and before she could process it, George had moved her into his lap, beyond caring at this point, his main priority being looking after Y/N. He softly moved some stray hairs behind her ears and wiped some tears that had fallen down her cheeks while whispering some words of reassurance into her ear.

“I’m sorry I've not been around today Georgie.” She muttered into the crook of his neck, quiet, but loud enough for him to hear.

“You don’t need to apologise my love, it sounds like you’ve had a rough day, I’m so sorry.” He spoke, pressing some small kisses against her temple. “How about, we gather this stuff up, we’ll go to my dorm, you can choose whatever clothes of mine you’d like to wear, i’ll go down to the kitchens and get some chocolate and when I come back, we can cuddle and you can nap if you’re tired. Sound like a plan?” He whispered. Y/N pulled away slightly, taking his face in her hands and pressed a loving kiss against his lips.

“I’m the luckiest girl in the world Georgie.”

“And i’m the luckiest guy.” He responded, still smiling against her lips and beginning to gather all of Y/N’s stuff up, preparing to do everything in his power to cheer his girlfriend up, even if that means losing all of his hoodies and bed space.

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