Badass Reader...i Like It

omg hear me out, so fluffy Sirius x reader were she’s getting protective over Sirius because their friends tease him about how he’s submissive in bed?🥺 just can’t stop thinking about the poor pup who’s getting all shy but proud at the same time;-;

good boy

pairing | sub!sirius black x fem!reader

warning | sub!sirius, mommy kink, teasing, mentions of smut

word count | 239

The two of you sat in Sirius’s bed, Sirius cuddled up into you, his arms wrapped around you, his head resting on your breasts. 

One hand rubbed up and down his back while the other twirled pieces of hair around your finger.

Whenever the dorm was empty the two of you laid together, basking in each other's presences, it was comforting for Sirius to calm himself with you. 

There weren't many words spoken between the two of you, Sirius came to you always overworked or tired, just needing your love.

Music played in the background quietly, both of you hearing the stomps coming from outside. The door swung open, Remus and James stopping in their footsteps, seeing the two of you together.

“There you are Pads, wondering where you were.” James said to his friend. Sirius whined in your arms, hiding further into your neck.

“Shh, it’s okay.” You whispered, kissing the crown of his head.

“Aww look at the little baby.” Remus teased, nudging James’s shoulder. “Have to go to mommy to feel better, you're her little slut aren’t you.”

“Mommy.” Sirius whispered in your ear, you smirked, seeing how worked up he got. “I’m a good boy.”

“Yes you are baby, don’t listen to them.” You whispered, “Make mommy so proud.”

His heart soared the praise, knowing despite how much his friends would make fun of it, it didn’t matter because he was perfect in your eyes.

BRO I SCREAMED CREAMED AT ALL OF THAT

#thebests

New Neighbor

Pairing: Camgirl!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: A twist of fate brings you unexpectedly closer to the camgirl you watch twice a week.

Warnings: 18+ nsfw content; bottom!wanda, masturbation, fingering, voyeurism, exhibitionism, toys, dirty talk

A/N: Welcome to my first series! This one will be three parts.

Part 1 of “The Camgirl Next Door” | Series Masterlist

–––––––––––––

Truthfully, you don’t remember exactly how it started. 

One day, you had inadvertently come across the account of one “Scarlet Witch” on some stereotypical camgirl website and ever since then, you’d found yourself tuned in for every show. 

But there was nothing stereotypical about Scarlet Witch herself.

For starters, she was absolutely breathtaking from head to toe, and god, you had seen it all. But she wasn’t just a pretty face - and a pretty body of course - she was so much more.  

She never came across as solely performative. Sure, she put on a great show, but it never seemed forced and she was beyond adorable when interacting with her subscribers. It sounded rather silly to say about someone you’d never met, who also did this for a living, but she always seemed genuine. 

You’d learned her name was Wanda. She was Sokovian and sometimes her accent came out when she was completely lost in her pleasure, her voice low and raspy. Certain compliments made her blush and when she laughed, her body shook as if she couldn’t contain it. 

Everything about her drew you in from that very first show you’d curiously decided to watch. You simply couldn’t get enough of her. 

After an especially tough day at work, you were looking forward only to Wanda’s show. You made it home just in time to hastily put together a quick dinner and take a shower before Wanda’s stream started. 

Once comfortable in bed, you pulled up her account on your laptop and scrolled on your phone while waiting for the show to start. When Wanda’s endearing nose scrunch graced your screen, your phone was swiftly discarded, your eyes glued to her like always.

“Hi everyone,” she said, sitting on her bed in a black silk robe, hints of red lingerie peeking out through the loosely tied front. She began reading her chat comments as per usual and responding to the warm welcomes. 

You sent a greeting with a tip and felt your whole body flush when she responded sweetly to your message. 

“Thank you WitchsGirl! I hope you had a beautiful day yourself.”

Even the way she said your username had you practically swooning and you imagined how your real name would sound in that voice you adored so much, sweet like honey but far from innocent.

As the show went on, you sent her a few more tips, one to encourage her to take some clothing off, another to see her edge herself.

You ignored the part of you that knew the real reason you were so generous with your tips was not for your own viewing pleasure. At the end of the day, you wanted her to feel appreciated. And if a small dollar amount could make her smile on a particularly rough day or help her buy that one thing she really wanted, you’d give in every time.

Not to mention, she was amazing at what she did.

Watching her touch herself, listening to her moans, seeing those long, pretty fingers stretch herself out - it made you feel hot all over. It also made your imagination run wild. You wanted badly to be the one getting those reactions out of her. 

You thought about her far more than you should’ve, wondering how she liked to be fucked when she was with a partner, how loud she could really get, what positions were her favorites, the list was endless.

And every time you sat there and watched her rub her clit in tight circles, her glistening cunt on full display, juices dripping down her thighs, you couldn’t help but wonder so much about how she would taste. 

Would she be sweet, or tangy, or both? Would she let you tease her until she was desperate, or would she grab you by your hair and fuck your face until she was satisfied?

As your mind spun with the possibilities, you were drawn back to the present by the sight of her coming undone on your screen. 

She looked like a work of art when she came, with her eyebrows furrowed so cutely, eyes squeezed shut, and her mouth hung open in pure pleasure. 

The whimpers that left her mouth made you uncomfortably wet and it wasn’t uncommon for you to join her, getting yourself off to the sights and sounds only her show could give you.

You felt a twinge of sadness as she began to say her goodbyes for the night, but you’d see her again in a couple days and you couldn’t wait. 

You became especially excited for the next show when she teased that she’d be using toys, blowing a kiss to the camera before ending the stream.

Despite the long and frustrating day you’d had, you fell asleep with a smile on your face and hoped your dreams would be filled with Wanda. 

The day of her next show caught up with you before you knew it. 

Work was busy, but the good kind of busy, and you arrived home so pleasantly tired each night that sleep came easily. 

It was your day off and you were making your morning coffee when you heard some commotion outside. Out of curiosity, since you did live in a rather quiet apartment complex, you decided to see what was going on. 

When you opened the door, you gasped at what you saw.

There she was - Wanda, Scarlet Witch, your guilty pleasure - moving boxes into the unit next door. 

You couldn’t believe your own eyes. The woman you fantasized about regularly, who had no idea who you were, was… your new neighbor?

A thousand thoughts took over your mind, none of them helpful as she noticed your presence. 

She’s even prettier in real life. I’m dreaming, aren’t I? Is she moving in? Oh god, how will I even act around her? Maybe she’s helping someone else move. Maybe she’s not. Her hair looks so soft. And her eyes… they’re the perfect shade of green. Her eyes that are looking directly at me, oh fuck. 

“Hi, do you live here?” she asked cheerily, setting down the boxes she was holding. 

“Uh, y-yeah… yes, I do.” You wanted to slap yourself for being such a nervous wreck in front of her. “Are you moving in?”

“Yes! Just signed a one-year lease,” she said, before shaking her head. “Sorry, my name’s Wanda.”

She held out her hand for you to shake, the same hand you watched her pleasure herself with twice a week, but you tried not to think about that.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N,” you replied, awkwardly returning the gesture and feeling yourself flush as your hands touched for the first time. “Do you, um, need any help?”

“No, it’s okay! I’m just bringing up some of the important stuff and I have movers helping with the rest, but thank you,” she beamed, appearing truly grateful for the offer.

Doing your best not to let there be an uncomfortable silence, you came up with a friendly response. 

“Well, if you need any help, let me know. Or if you have any questions about the place. Anything really!” You rubbed the back of your neck, trying to physically force the nerves out of your body. “You know where I live, so…”

“Right, thank you. I appreciate it,” she smiled. “See you around, Y/N.” 

And with that she was collecting her boxes again to take them inside her apartment. 

You rushed back inside your own apartment, finally letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. 

See you around, Y/N.

The way your name rolled off her tongue had a smile making its way onto your face, but the other half of her sentence filled you with dread.

See you around. You would be seeing her, she was your neighbor now. You’d barely survived brief introductions with her and you knew this wasn’t the last time you’d have to interact with her. 

You were torn between pure joy and crippling anxiety.

And guilt.

You felt waves of guilt hit you as reality settled in. Wanda had seemed so excited to have met her neighbor, someone kind and willing to help. She had no idea you knew her already, and quite intimately at that. You’d seen her fully exposed, you were familiar with how she liked to touch herself, you knew what her face looked like when she was denied an orgasm, and also when she had one. And she was completely unaware of it. 

The guilt drove you to miss her show that night. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to watch, knowing she was filming it next door, especially knowing that in her mind, you were probably watching television or reading a book to relax for the night, not watching her masturbate on camera. 

It didn’t even occur to you that she might’ve been thinking of you that night, her attractive new neighbor, as she clenched around her favorite toy in front of her viewers.

You opted out of tuning in for the next few weeks.

During this time, Wanda had actually taken you up on your offer and had come knocking on your door with questions about the complex. 

She tried not to feel bad about bothering you, not when your face lit up every time she stopped by. 

Not even when she considered she might just be coming up with things to be confused about so she would have an excuse to talk to you. 

You certainly didn’t mind helping her, in fact, those brief moments were the new highlights of many of your days. 

The more you saw her, the more you were motivated to stay away from her online activities. Being around her felt way too good for you to mess it up by watching her shows and letting the guilt gnaw away at you piece by piece. 

Some nights, you swore you could hear her performances through the apartment walls. With red tinting your cheeks and heat pooling between your legs, you’d put on music to drown out any faint sounds that might make their way over.

It seemed that Wanda wasn’t seeing anyone, which gave you hope. She rarely had people over and the few times you’d run into each other on your way out, she mentioned she was going to see her brother or her best friend, Monica. 

You wanted to do this right, despite the occasional nagging feeling that you were lying to her, or at least omitting the truth.  

You felt especially bad when you had to feign interest in her work, asking her what she did for a living as if you didn’t already know. She responded saying something about online networking and you bit your lip to hide your smile at her cover. 

You knew you were crushing hard, so you tried to live your lie. As much as you really wanted to at times, you didn’t let yourself give into temptation. You didn’t watch her shows.

Until one night, when you received an unexpected email notification. 

It was a link for an “exclusive” Scarlet Witch livestream. It wasn’t one of her normal show nights and that piqued your interest. 

The email said she would be doing something extra special to give back to the most devoted of her viewers. Your curiosity outweighed your conscience, and you found yourself back on the website you thought you’d left behind. 

When she appeared on screen, you felt a mix of guilt and excitement. You had missed seeing her like this, but it also felt wrong and you tried to push that feeling down and just focus on her. 

She went through her introductions, saying hello and thank you to viewers as they joined and chatted and sent small tips. You didn’t want to seem cold, knowing you were usually one of her best tippers, so you went against your better judgment and sent in a greeting and a tip as well. 

“Welcome back, WitchsGirl, I’ve missed you darling. And thank you for the generous tip,” Wanda said into the camera, flashing a smile. You felt as though you could melt right then and there. She’d noticed your absence all this time and you briefly wondered if just disappearing like that was a dick move; you hadn’t even considered that she would notice, let alone miss you. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by Wanda’s voice over the stream. 

“So tonight’s show is gonna be a little different,” she started. “I would like to make a private custom video for my highest tipper. Whoever it ends up being, just private message me what you’d like to see in your video and I’ll make your dreams come true.”

Your jaw dropped. A custom video, just for you, for your eyes only.

You didn’t know if it was the overwhelming desire to see her in a way no one else would get to or if it was the jealousy that consumed you at the thought of someone else getting that chance instead, but your mind was already made up. 

You knew it was wrong, but you simply couldn’t pass up an opportunity like this. 

You started out tipping slowly in smaller amounts, just to keep up with some of the other viewers. But at the end of the show, when she was about to call it, you sent in the highest tip of the night, securing the prize as your own.

“Wow, thank you WitchsGirl, looks like I’ll be making something very special for you!” she exclaimed with a shocked expression on her face, followed by a suggestive smile. 

Your heart was beating fast in your chest, and it only worsened when you received a message from her after the livestream had ended.

Let me know what you’d like to see in your video, sweetheart <3

You blushed at the pet name, even though you knew she was really saying it to the anonymous “WitchsGirl” and not to you directly. 

You thought long and hard about what you wanted to request, and then it came to you. You remembered seeing something on a website one time - a sizable dark red dildo with a clit-sucking vibrator to match - and thinking of her, Scarlet Witch. 

Is it possible for me to buy you something to use for the video?

You nervously pressed send and waited for her response, which came surprisingly fast.

That’s so sweet, I would love that. Just use the “send a gift” link on my page. 

You followed the link and purchased the items, smiling to yourself as you imagined her reaction. Would she think it was thoughtful? Would she like the symbolism? 

Before you could get too wrapped up in your own thoughts, you decided to message her back. 

Ordered, expedited shipping. I hope you enjoy pretty girl.

That night, you fell asleep to thoughts of Wanda, filming something just for you, using the toys you picked out for her to pleasure herself. 

Two days later, Wanda received a package. 

She knew it was her gift for the video since she wasn’t expecting anything else and she almost couldn’t contain her excitement.

She opened the package enthusiastically and gasped when she saw its contents. She picked up the large silicone cock first, mouth agape not only at the length and girth, but at the deep red color of it. She loved that it was a matching set. She focused her attention on the vibrator next, making a mental note to make sure she charged it or put in batteries, whichever was required. 

She set the items down to dispose of the packaging when she noticed something odd. There was a name on the package that wasn’t hers. 

It was yours. 

She frowned in confusion. Why would your name be on her package? Her mind raced with possible explanations, but she only landed on one that made sense.

But you couldn’t be WitchsGirl, could you?

Sure, she’d caught your eyes lingering on her before and sometimes she wondered if you liked her in more than just a friendly way, but until now she’d assumed it was pretty innocent. 

Then she thought about how one of her best and most adoring viewers had disappeared for weeks, ever since… the day she met you. 

Oh. It really was you. 

Upon this realization, she knew exactly what she had to do.

Later that night, you settled into bed with a cup of tea and a new episode of your favorite show on Hulu waiting for you.

You were about to put it on when your phone chimed with a notification, which you might’ve ignored if the “Scarlet Witch” in the preview didn’t catch your eye.

You opened it up and felt your body heat up at the thumbnail of the video link attached. Any thoughts of doing anything else went out the window and you were already opening the link, ready to see Wanda using the toys you’d bought for her.

A sultry “hi baby” was the first thing you heard when you pressed play and it sent a shock of arousal straight to your core. 

You bit your lip at the sight of Wanda sitting atop her bed in nothing but a lacy set of black lingerie, with two maroon-colored items in front of her. You were certain if you could see yourself in that moment, you’d be as red as her new toys.

“Thank you for these, I love them,” she said, running her hands along her thighs. “I can’t wait to fill myself up with this one.” She ran her fingertips along the thick dildo, then moved them to the vibrator, picking it up. “And this one… I bet it’s gonna feel so good on my clit.” 

She bit her lip and you knew you were a goner, already clenching your thighs together.

She took off her bra and cupped her breasts, massaging them as she looked into the camera. If you were being honest, it felt more like she was looking into your soul. She pinched and teased straining pink nipples, letting out affected breaths as she worked herself up.

“If you were here, I’d have you suck on them. Just the thought is making me so wet.”

God. You’d heard her talk dirty before, but never to you and you only. You tried to control your breathing as you kept watching.

She teased herself over her panties, stroking her fingers along the front of them before pulling them to the side and exposing her bare pussy. You could tell she was wet from the way the light hit her slick folds and you practically drooled.

She covered herself once more, much to your dismay, but you couldn’t complain when she was hooking her fingers in the top of her panties and pulling them down.

She spread her legs for you, using one hand to spread herself open and give you a better view of her dripping center. 

Wanda lazily touched herself for a minute, stroking her clit and dipping her fingers inside of herself, before she moved her hand to her mouth and sucked her digits clean. 

“Mmm, I bet you want a taste too, don’t you sweetheart?” 

Yes. Please. You wanted to plead out loud as if you weren’t watching a prerecorded video. It almost felt cruel for her to tease you with the prospect of something you’d wanted for so long.

She reached for the vibrator first and turned it on at a low setting. She swiped it through her folds before pressing the suction part to her clit and letting out a shaky moan. “Fuck, this was such a good gift detka.” 

You throbbed at her words, especially the term of endearment. You’d never heard her say it on any of her streams before, you weren’t even really sure what it meant, but it aroused you to no end.

She increased the vibrations and started letting out desperate, needy moans, her hips beginning to buck into the toy. She looked like an absolute meal, spread out for you, as she humped against the item you gifted her.

Her eyes were fluttering shut despite her trying to maintain eye contact with the camera and you could tell she was getting close already. Watching her let go and lose herself in her pleasure without the pressure of tippers begging for her to edge or telling her what they wanted to see was heavenly. 

“Oh, fuck, do you want-” she cut herself off with a whimper. “Do you want to see me cum like this?” She panted as she spoke, her eyes shut tightly as she teetered on the edge.

You wished you could respond and tell her yes, you wanted to watch her fall apart just like that. 

As if she could hear your thoughts, she kept the toy latched onto her sensitive clit until she was crying out. Her body shook as she hit her peak, her hips nearly lifting off the mattress. You were certain you’d soaked through your own underwear at the sight of her riding out her orgasm against the vibrator in her hand, her head thrown back and her face contorted in pleasure. 

“God,” she breathed out as she came down from her high. “I’m definitely using this again. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to put it down after that.” 

She laughed breathily at her own comment, but your gaze was fixed on the space between her legs, where a string of her juices hung between the toy and her messy pussy. You wished you were there to collect it into your mouth.

“I think I’m wet enough for this one now, hm?” Her words brought you out of your trance and you watched as she replaced the vibrator in her hand with the large dildo you had almost forgotten about. 

She brought it up to her lips, sucking on the head for a moment, and then moved it lower. She dragged it through her folds, coating the length of the toy with her arousal. You cursed under your breath - you didn’t think you’d ever seen her this wet.

She teased her entrance with the head of the fake cock, dipping it inside before pulling out again. You looked at her face, almost choking at the sinful gaze she was giving the camera, green eyes dark with lust.

Wanda groaned as she finally pushed the toy inside her aching center, her walls fluttering around the welcome intrusion. Your thighs pressed together tightly at the view of her filling herself to the brim, her chest heaving.

“Fuck, I’ve never been so full,” she whined, adjusting to the size. “It’s so big, you’re filling me up so good.”

You audibly moaned at that, beginning to think that if she kept talking to you that way you’d fall apart without even being touched.

She began slowly pumping the toy in and out of her tight hole, moaning each time it disappeared inside her cunt. You could hear how wet she was, sloshing sounds reaching your ears with every thrust.

“Shit, that feels so good, so fucking good,” she breathed out, increasing her pace. “Maybe next time I’ll ride it for you, would you like that?”

Your heart nearly stopped at her words. Next time? 

“Mmm, god, you know what I’m thinking about? You, wearing this, fucking me with it,” she panted out. “Do you want to fuck me slow and edge me all night? Or would you fuck me fast and rough and make me cum?” As she spoke, she began to thrust the toy with more force, her free hand gripping the sheets desperately. 

The thought of using the toy on her made you dizzy with lust. You imagined kissing her neck as you pounded into her or laying back as she bounced in your lap, making you beg to touch her. 

“I’m so close, detka, oh!” Her eyes slammed shut as the tight coil inside her became almost unbearable. “Fuck, Y/N, right there, I’m-” 

Before she could finish her sentence, she came, hard. 

She spasmed against the bed, her thighs seeming unsure if they wanted to close or stay open with how violently they twitched. Her moans came out broken, her mouth hung open in a silent scream. 

She gushed around the toy, cum spilling out with each thrust as she slowed down her movements. 

You felt like the luckiest person on the planet. You were insanely turned on by what you were seeing and hearing through your screen. She looked beautiful in the throes of pleasure, and the way she moaned your name as she hit her peak did unspeakable things to you. 

The way she moaned your name.

You hazily registered that she’d cried out your actual name, not your username, but you were distracted as she spoke again.

“That was… fuck,” she said, breathing heavily and attempting to sit up straight. “Thank you for these. I hope you enjoyed your gift as much as I enjoyed mine.” She had a goofy, blissed out smile on her face and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Goodnight, detka, I’ll be seeing you.”

She ended the video there and everything that had just happened played over in your mind. How were you ever supposed to act normal around her again after this?

Not only that, but she’d moaned your name when she came undone. Was that an accident? Was she thinking about the real you while she touched herself and it just slipped out? Or did she somehow know that the person she was making that for was you?

No, there was no way she could know that.

You mulled it over for a while and decided to sleep on it. Your mind was running in circles and you were exhausted. On top of that, you were still extremely sexually frustrated. 

You tossed and turned, attempting to ignore your nagging thoughts brought on by the night’s events. Eventually, you did fall asleep, your exhaustion finally taking over your impeccable ability to overthink. 

The next morning, you woke up later than usual, deciding to make breakfast instead of coffee since you overslept. 

Spending time in the kitchen with some music in the background kept your mind off of things - thank god, you weren’t quite ready to deal with reality just yet - but a knock at the door interrupted the moment.

You weren’t sure who you were expecting to see, but it certainly wasn’t Wanda, looking adorable as ever in a skirt and black thigh-highs.

“Hi,” you managed, nerves kicking in.

“Hey,” she said, looking at you sweetly with those hypnotizing green eyes. “Sorry if this is weird but I was wondering if you had any honey? I just made some tea and I didn’t realize I ran out of honey…”

“Uh, yeah, I think I do,” you responded, stepping back from the doorway. “You can come in while I look.”

“Sure, thank you.”

You went back to the kitchen, Wanda trailing behind, and began to search the cabinets for wherever you might’ve left it. 

“If you don’t have any, that’s fine too,” she said softly. 

As you looked around, you didn’t notice Wanda coming further into the kitchen, where she leaned against the counter and looked at you with a smirk on her face.

You located the honey, but the next words out of Wanda’s mouth made your heart stop and the bottle fall from your grasp.

“So, did you enjoy my video, Y/N?”

GIRL WAIT WAIT WAIT-

"König is very envious. He envies people with higher position, people with better skills (even though these are rare ones)" what about a fem reader, who is exactly this?

Higher position, and better than him somehow??? For the event, please! What about some hatred sex, enemies to lovers maybe. He is attracted but drowning in envy.

Pairing: König x fem! sniper! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, König being a lil bitch

A/n: did I write this thing in 20 mins? Hell yes I did. Also, sorry it’s not exactly how you requested it, but well, I write whatever I want I guess. Referring to this post

Your Colonel hates you.

König hates you with blazing fierce, even despite the fact that it was him who hand picked you into his team, him who trained you hours to no end to make you into a perfect sniper. He loathes your mere existence, gritting his teeth at the sound of your voice greeting him every morning, your bright smile addressed at him.

At your young age of 23 you completed 26 missions as a sniper, every single one of them successful. You were a natural, truly. Your smaller size and flexibility were perfect for position of a sniper, making it way easier for you to hide, able to move from one spot to another without being noticed by enemy. And König loathed it. Why the fuck were you living his dream? Just because you were born smaller? Such an injustice.

And he trained you even harder; until your right shoulder was all bruised from the kickback of a rifle, until your eyes were sharper than eagle’s, until you instinctively felt where to shoot, considering weather conditions, to aim perfectly. König shaped your skills with great precision and sternness, making a shiny diamond out of rough rock.

And sometimes König hated himself for treating you so unjustly. It wasn’t your fault that you were small, nor was it his fault that he was so huge. You were always so sweet and polite, never once talking back, no matter how harsh his words and actions were. You always treated König with respect that was borderline childish awe, taking in his every word, complying with his every demand. And he adored you for that.

Adoration on a verge on hatred - how unhealthy. You seemed to be perfect - too perfect, and König wanted to break you down, to make you look horrible, to open you up and take a look at all the disgusting things that you were hiding within so skillfully. Everyone had a bad side, right?

And that’s why he called you into his office, bending you over his desk, fucking his huge throbbing cock into your welcoming heat. Velvety walls clamped down onto his hard length desperately as you fought back all the pretty moans that threatened to fall from your lips. You way smaller body plunged forward slightly with each of König’s ferocious thrusts, your plump ass rippling at the impact of his hips against it, back arching oh so beautifully. And that’s when König finally realized.

It was him who was the fucked up one.

All this time, König believed it was your fault - that you stole his dream, taunted him with your excellent skills, teased him for failing his career as a sniper. And that moment he realized that you were the sweetest creature out there, basically worshipping your harsh and mean Colonel who treated you so harshly, who expanded your mind and abilities even further.

And König was just a pathetic envious piece of shit.

His movements halted as he watched from behind your ribs move as you breathed rapidly; he couldn’t see your face, but he noted that your ears were a few shades redder; your small hands were clinging to the shiny surface of his desk, trying to find some grounding with little success. König crouched over, resting his forehead on the table next to your head, his nose buried into the dip between your neck and shoulder, inhaling lungfuls of your sweet scent through dense fabric of his balaclava.

One of your trembling hands came to cup side of his head, rubbing it soothingly - your movements were a bit awkward due to your positioning, but sweet nevertheless. How could you be like this? Despite all harsh treatment you received before, mean words and actions, you still were so sweet with him.

- I’m sorry, - König murmured quietly, placing a kiss on your shoulder. His mouth was still covered by black balaclava, but you understood what he meant to do. - I’m so sorry.

- It’s okay, - you uttered, you voice shaky and small, arousal muddling up your thoughts.

You wriggled your hips impatiently, prompting your Colonel to move. And he complied, wringing one mind blowing orgasm out of you after another, throwing you around the table however he pleased, trying to make amends for all of his bitching to you.

Surely, it was not enough to pay you off for his horrible behavior, but König try his hardest to make it up to his sweet little sniper<3

i know it when i see it // masterlist

ao3 | playlist | ethics

pairing: pornstar!joel miller x fem!reader

summary: it's the golden age of porn. sex and sin are the national pastime. your career in adult films starts opposite a man who goes by the name texas.

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

part six

part seven

part eight

part nine

part ten

epilogue

oh my god

Since we're brought up R being shared by Barca too...I was thinking some thoughts...

We all agree that Alexia is hot ASF, and I can Just Imagine her, Keira and R habitually getting It on because they literally can't get enoguh

Like yes PLEASE

Just r and Keira inviting Capi over for dinner and the Keira and Alexia sharing her the entire night

-❤️‍🔥

i’m working on part 2 of the BeFoUr fic but i have to stop and take a breath after reading this…like OH MY GOD!?! ❤️‍🔥 ANON !?!

okay but to add onto this…imagine after a while they all know exactly how the nights gonna end. like it didn’t start out as a one way ticket to pound town…it just always somehow ends up happening. one thing always leads to another and Alexia always finds herself in Keira & R’s bed. so after a while Alexia starts coming over earlier, before the foods is cooked so they can all get some actual conversation in before the inevitable fuck session starts…but then that turns into R cooking while wearing lingerie. i mean who doesn’t love a good show with dinner, you know? ☺️ which then turns into Alexia arriving to find that R is completely naked while cooking, and Keira just hands her a glass of an already poured drink. something strong enough to try and calm her raging hormones. Keira & Alexia just watching R’s every move as they talk about her like she isn’t there.

“Have you ever fucked her ass?” Alexia licks her lips as she says it, bringing her glass back up to her lips to drown the nasty thoughts floating through her mind.

Keira just laughs at the question, her eyes never leaving R’s naked frame as she moves around the kitchen. (do not actually cook while naked guys that is dangerous!!…..at least wear an apron and then get ur freak on!! stay safe sluts🫶🏽) “Do you want to? I’m sure she wouldn’t mind. Practically begs me for it every time we win a game.”

and that’s exactly how R ended getting her ass drilled by Alexia. Keira in front of them blinding R with the camera flash of her phone. i mean there is no way she’s ever letting R forget about this. how she became a drooling, brain dead slut for her Captain. oh god and the dirty words whispered in Catalan into R’s ear that has her eyes rolling into the back of her head. yeah okay i need to take a breather rn. i will elaborate on this more later tho 🤭

creaming

PILLOW-HUMPING ➪ jennifer check

❥ ҉ synopsis : your new friend jennifer finds out that you never masturbated before so she decides to teach you a special way to get off

❥ ҉ pairings : jennifer x fem!reader

❥ ҉ word count : 1492 (y’all gettin fed wtf)

❥ ҉ warnings: SMUT, pillow humping, dirty talking, spitting, language, jen bein a meanie for a second, fingering, something around the sorts of cum eating, lemme know if i missed one?

❥ ҉ a/n: ❝hi sexc babes, welcome to the first day well technically the third day of my 2021 kinktober!!! the reason i had to change the dates around a bit is because due to the second round of the tumblr plus protest taking place on the first and second of october, tumblr was too empty to post so hi here i am on the third. but even tho it’s the third day, this is still the first piece ever for my kinktober event so i really hope y’all will enjoy this and the many more dates to come. ilyy <333❞

kinktober masterlist / navigation

“, never have i ever masturbated?”

at jennifer’s question you stilled completely. your eyes darted all over the place as you stayed silent at her question. the more time ticked away with no sound coming from you, jennifer then grew into another fit of giggles; taking your silence as a no. “wow, i knew you were innocent but not this innocent, y/n”

you laugh nervously, a hand coming up to rub at your neck before throwing a little look at the girl in front of you. “pfft- of course i have! i do it like regularly, you know?” you lied straight through your teeth, very obviously at that. your own self cringing at the unconvincingly fib. only cringing more when you see jennifer giving you an amused look.

“oh regularly, right? so what’s a clit y/n?”

you're not really sure if you choked on air or your spit, but you’re sure that you choked.

“i’m s-sorry, a what?”

“your clit, babe” jennifer gives you her signature coy smile as she stares at your flustered face with amusement, finding you so cute. you weren’t able to answer her because you had no idea what she was talking about. at your non-speaking figure jennifer giggles again before silencing herself, causing you to look up at her when you heard the quietness that enveloped the room so suddenly.

“wanna find out?”

at her question you sighed out, your face turning into doubt as you thought it over.

“it’s late and your mom is asleep, we should just-“

“oh cmon, y/n. don’t be such a fucking loser” jennifer then looks at you with irritation swarming in her irises. making you flinch back a little at her sudden change of attitude. at the sight of your hurt eyes, jennifer softens. sighing out, she began moving up closer to you. almost as if she was going to straddle you but not.

“m’ sorry y/n. look, it’ll be fun i promise. i can show you a nice way to masterbaute for your first time” the raven hair girl whispers with a stroke of her perfect, red manicured fingers brushing through the locks of your hair. petting you. the succubus studies your features carefully, seeing every emotion, only smirking when she spots acceptance coming along your features.

you then nod your head, basking in the beautiful way she shows her teeth at you. it still amazes you how you could be “best friends” as she likes to say, with the one and only, intoxicating, jennifer check. she leaned even closer to you. her enchanting face just centimeters away from your own, her delicate lips oh so close to yours. with only one, tiny little movement you and jennifer lips will be meeting one another's, that's how close you two were. you can see just how blue and addicting her orbs were. her eyes were like the never ending, blue ocean waves and you were going for a swim.

“grab a pillow” all though the words that left her mouth confused you, you listened. your hands grabbing one of the pillows from up jennifers bed and holding it close to you cluelessly, peering up at jennifer for more directions. jennifer smiles and grabs it from you, placing the flat pillow right in front of you but not before folding it half and pressing it into the sheets of her bed. once she was done she gave you a raised brow and a devious smirk which excited you and made you nervous at the same time.

“take your shorts off, it works way better that way” as soon as the words left her mouth, she quickly sees your head going a mile a minute as per usual, at her request. even though jennifer was comfortable enough to be wearing just her panties in front of you, you weren’t.

“what if i cover my eyes, will that be better?” jennifer proposes, both of her hands coming up to cover her eyes when she hears a meek “sure” come from you.

only dropping them when she gets your confirmation. she’s quickly met with the sight of you in your cute, pink and yellow polka dot cotton underwear which were very similar to the pair she has on now, just black and red.

“hot” jennifer grins at you, which you shyly smiled at. her compliment relaxing you and making you less nervous about your body being seen.

“hop on, baby” jennifer pats the pillow with a chuckle, signaling you. you listened and followed the small directions that left her as you began to straddle the folded pillow, making yourself get comfortable with the help of jennifer.

“now, just move your hips. feel the pillow”

you nod in understanding, beginning to move your hips ever so slightly. slowly, just feeling the material of the softness of the pillow-case and the cloth of your panties pressed against your folds, the extra layer of your panties making the friction against you more delicious.

your face softly scrunched up a bit, your teeth coming down on your lip. beginning to lower yourself down even more onto the pillow until you feel the right amount of pressure on a certain spot that makes you take a sharp intake of breath while you continue to move back and forth.

“that, what you s’felt right there, that’s your little clit, y/n/n” jennifer inquires. soon hearing the dark-haired girl, lowly giggling breathlessly when she sees you continuing your little movements against the folded pillow in a desperate-seeming manner.

“how does s’feel?”

your eyes flicker up to hers once you hear the simple question she asks you. her bright ocean blues darkened so drastically, they basically look almost completely black. her intent gaze dark and half-lidded, her pearly teeth never stopping its assault on her plump lips.

“j-jen, it f-feels…”

at your stuttering whimper jennifer smirks wildly, her hands coming up to hold at your hips. pushing you down even harder against the pillow, making you let out a pitiful whine. “s-so n-nice” jennifer was practically rolling your hips on her own accord now at this point, peppering little teasing kisses along your sensitive neck and jaw while she did the actions, your eyes fluttering close at both of the sensations.

through your desired-filled moment, you started to hear her speak to you.

“y’wanna know what feels even better?”

at her question, you opened your eyes back up to look at her, patiently and curiously waiting for her to give you the information.

“it feels ‘s amazing when you're soaked and your panties are off”

you weren’t able to respond quick enough before you felt jennifer fingers going down your most sensitive parts, her fingers pulling your panties to the side and making contact with that special part of you she keeps telling you about; making you gasp out.

“j-jennifer…”

at the sound of her name, jennifer peers up at you. giving you a little smile before you then see her hand coming up to her mouth. you look at her with a confused expression, having no idea on what she was about to do. seeing and hearing the sharp, obscure sound of her then spitting in her hand, made your eyes widened immensely wide.

“jen, w-what-“

she didn’t reply to your clueless meeks, placing her palm back on your pussy and began rubbing in her spit onto the expanse of your folds and clit. your arousal practically dripped on her hand as she kept rubbing over you. loud moans and whimpers escaped your lips from left and right. unconsciously rutting your hips along her hand, basically riding her hand at this point.

“holy shit, y/n/n. i didn’t know you could be such a dirty fucking girl” jennifer groans in awe, looking at your core with so much intensity and lust. you felt like her stare could burn you alive right then and there, in that moment. with a chuckle under her breath, the flag girl pulled her now soaked hand away from your pussy. relishing in the way you whimpered out for her hand to be placed back on your little pussy.

she gave you her famous enticing, enchanting stare. her dainty fingers coming up to her juicy lips, rubbing the tips of her wet finger along her bottom lip; as if she was applying your arousal like a coat of lipgloss. her dark orbs slicing into yours harshly, her finger finally going into her mouth. licking and sucking your essance off her fingers before taking the digits out. a loud pop echoing throughout her bedroom.

“ride the pillow, baby. don’t stop until i tell you to”

⚘ ˏ`୭̥*ೃ *ૢ✧ ⚘ ˏ`୭̥*ೃ *ૢ✧ ⚘ ˏ`୭̥*ೃ *ૢ✧ ⚘ ˏ`୭̥*ೃ *ૢ✧

kinktober taglist 🏷/if ur tag isn’t working pls check ur visibility settings @izzy--bella @justagirlinherownworld @jupiterstearx @dariaclare3 @Poems0417 @macklynn0529 @Passmesomecookies @kayleigghkayleiggh @mommyworldwide @kellykhumz345-blog @flowerkidlxrry @starkey-patterson @mynameberose @daareallgirl @maddiesweetisaddictedtothek-blog @weirdooooo2325 @Heyjelle29 @enmywinningengineer @teenwolfbitches28 @lore-lover @angel4you @misterdav @tomsoxytocin @tomisfuckinghot @no-and-no-and-no @lilostif16 @keyanasstuff @midnightzonzz @peachesbadussy @tokyocupid @maybankprincess @artemishunter18 @obsessedxx @noshamecatluver @Nano2010 @jjmaybanksbitch @meetmyblondemuffins

THE END BSHAHGTRSSAGHJNVXRHBXER

Sultry | S.B

Paring: Young!Sirius Black X Fem!Lupin!Reader

Summary: One argument gets a little too detailed.

Every sibling had a counterpart. Whether it be one was nice, and one was mean. Or one was smart, and one was incredibly dumb. Every sibling had their contradiction. Remus and Y/n Lupin were no different in the grand scheme of things, but on the outside, they were different people.

Remus wore robes of maroon and gold. Y/n wore robes of green and silver. They were only a year apart, but they were so incredibly different. Remus felt like from the minute she was born, they were meant to argue. Her sarcastic comments were unmatched, and her wit was incredible.

To be frank, it brought great smiles to James and Sirius’ faces when the Lupin siblings got into it. It was undoubtedly funny and incredibly jaw-dropping to watch them argue. It was a constant back and forth argument with how they differed. If one said something snarky, the following comment would be even better.

Sirius had never been on the receiving end of it until he had, and it brought a bright red flush to his face to get told off by the female Slytherin. Now Remus understood what was so fun about watching them argue. Remus and James had never seen Sirius look so flustered before.

This argument was supposed to be no different, “Are you fucking daft?” Y/n retorted, “Merlin, your voice makes my ears bleed.” Sirius muttered.

She quirked an eyebrow, “Does it now? Maybe you should listen to yourself. All you do is blah blah blah. You never shut up.”

“Well, maybe you should shut me up!” Sirius shouted, and Remus stilled, “Should I now?” Y/n approached slowly.

Sirius was quickly backed up against the wall and gulping down breaths nervously, “And what makes you think you deserve that?”

“Cat caught your tongue, darling?” Y/n purred, twisting his tie, “So tough on the outside, but as soon as you get what you want, you can no longer talk.”

Y/n leaned to whisper in his ear, “Maybe I should go talk to Regulus. You wouldn’t like that would you?”

Hands tightened on her waist as he clenched his jaw, making her chuckle, “That’s right. You wouldn’t like that, mm?”

“You forget Regulus is one of my closest friends.” Y/n teased, “Maybe, you’d enjoy the same things he does.”

“What is that suppose to mean?” Sirius growled, “What do you think, love?”

People gathered, watching them do this in the middle of a corridor, “Maybe if you use your words like a good boy next time. I’ll do what you want.”

Y/n pulled away with a wink leaving Sirius speechless and blushing like mad. Remus was appalled. Yes, he knew that Y/n could have any guy she wanted in the castle. That wasn’t new knowledge. But watching it happen, especially to Sirius, was an entirely different process.

“Alright.” James coughed, “Now that we know Sirius has a crush on Y/n and that your sister has slept with Regulus, I think we can move on.”

💗

caught

❦ pairings: sirius black x fem!reader (romantic), james potter x fem!reader (platonic, ex couple)

❦ warnings: oral (f receiving), teasing, fingering, sirius calling reader 'slut', shower sex against the wall, swearing, mentions of cheating. . . i think that's all. DON'T READ IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE !

❦ summary: your relationship with sirius was secret. but one day, your ex boyfriend, james, catches you and sirius naked and in not so pleaseable position (for him) in the shower.

❦ a/n: not my gif.

❦ word count: 2,1k

your boyfriend on his knees was definitely a sight you could get use to.

you didn't know how all this happened. you and sirius only wanted to get a nice romantic shower and now you were begging for him to make you cum. you were sure you'll come out of the shower dirtier than when you came in.

sirius was teasing you – he always was a teaser. he had his eyes fixated on you, watching you whine and throwing your head back in frustation when his tongue made ubelieveably slow circles on your clit. you were desperate and horny.

james, peter, marlene and mary were spending their time in the common room meanwhile lily and remus had their prefect duties, meaning you and your boyfriend had finally time for yourselves.

"sirius, please," you begged for like a milionth time. you let out a mix of a sigh of relief and a moan when sirius finally stopped teasing and fastered his movements. he was aware of the fact that anyone could walk in on you two anytime so he better not waste time as he wanted some relief as well.

you couldn't help but to buck your hips at the sudden pleasure. the grind against his face was even more pleasureable and sirius knew that so he wrapped his mascular arms around your thighs tightly, trying to keep you in place, making you unable to move.

your boyfriend unexpectedly sucked your clit, causing a soft yelp to escape your lips. sirius smirked, proud of himself. he then let off your button and moved his tongue to your entrance. not waiting for anything, he slid his pink muscle into you. you leaned against the glass wall of the shower behind you as your legs were getting weaker. you pulled his black locks rather harshly. you were about to apologize when he groaned against your pussy, sending vibrations through your entire body.

you arched your back in the air, feeling slightly embarrassed of how quickly you could feel yourself approaching your orgasm. sirius already knew that – he always knew.

that's why he on purpose slowed his movements. he didn't want to deny your high, no, but he just really enjoyed watching you beg, being needy and desperate.

"no," you whimpered, trying to move before remembering his hands were keeping that ability from you, "please, don't stop."

the famous sirius black smirk appeared on his face. then, he put your left leg around his shoulder as his long finger found its way to your opening and slid them inside with ease.

you were thankful for the silencing charm you casted before things got heated because you didn't hold yourself back. a loud moan slipped out of your mouth, finding yourself in a desire for more.

"more, please."

sirius, to your surprise, obeyed immediately and added a second finger. perhaps he was no longer in a mood for teasing you, but you knew that was impossible.

you were getting closer and closer by every passing second. and it didn't help when sirius' magic fingers found your g spot and his tongue went to your clit again, sucking it and drawing circles, making your legs tremble.

"cum, you slut," said sirius through gritted teeth, "make a mess for me."

you didn't need to be told twice because his words and voice sent you over the edge. the next moment, you were falling apart on sirius' tongue. he still fingered you trough your orgasm as you screamed in pleasure. his name seemed to be like the only word you knew at the moment.

you were surprised of how long your high lasted after you finally calmed down, trying to catch your breath as you once more leaned against the shower wall.

sirius chuckled lowly and then stood up. he brought his fingers to your mouth. you sucked them, tasting yourself.

"jump," your boyfriend ordered and you did as you were told, you jumped as his strong hands found their way to your ass and gripped it. you wrapped your legs around his torso and that caused the gap between your bodies getting smaller. you now felt the tip of his cock on your entrance, making you bite your lower lip.

sirius smiled at your reaction and immediately pushed his length into your pussy. you threw your head back as he stretched your walls.

not letting you adjust, sirius quickly began to move in and out. pleasure soon replaced the burning feeling from your previous orgasm as sirius' head was placed in the crook of your neck, leaving sloppy kisses on it once in a while.

you yanked his hair again and he pulled away from your neck. you brought him into a kiss, which was full of lust and passion.

you arched your back, hoping you could get his cock deeper inside than was already possible. it worked, because the tip hit your g spot.

the bathroom was full of your and sirius' moans, often moaning each other's names as you both could feel yourselves approaching your high.

"fuck," surius groaned against your neck. he then left some marks and bites on it. your nails were digging into his back, you were sure he would have some moons and scratches on it tommorow.

you were about to cry out how close you were, but your attention was caught by a figure.

because of the foggy glass wall, you couldn't quite tell, who it was at first. couldn't be remus, he's taller and his hair was definitely lighter. it couldn't be peter either, his figure was much shorter. at that moment, you knew who it was.

you didn't cast 'colloportus'.

fuck.

you patted sirius' back quickly, hoping he gets the sign. unfortunately, he didn't.

"j-james," you said loudly. sadly, with a moan, making sirius to have confusion written all over his face.

"what?" he exclaimed, pulling away from you, stopping his movements. "james? really? hm let me guess, you are still in love with him and while i fuck you, you imagine your precious ex boyfriend."

"sirius, no!" you denied in desbelief, trying to ignore the feeling of knowing he doesn't trust you completely. you tilted your head at a place behind his shoulder. "james. . ."

your boyfriend turned around confusedly. at the sight of his best friend catching him and his ex girlfriend having sex, he pulled his cock out of your cunt and cursed under his breath as his face went even more pale.

"o-oh, hi, prongs," he stuttered, pursing his lips into a thin line.

you grabbed two towels, one for you and one for sirius. you handed it to him and you two immediately wrapped it around your bodies. after you and sirius stepped out of the shower, you were met with an angry james potter.

you gulped nervously, stepping closer to him. "james? you alright? you look a little bit. . . well. . . like you're ready to murder someone. . ."

"that's because i am!" he snapped at you angrily and then turning his gaze to sirius. "what the fuck you think you're doing, black?"

"well, what do you think?" sirius raised an eyebrow. "that's what couples do, i was just having a great sex with my girlfriend, before you interrupt us!"

potter's face was getting a color of red. "you little–" he stopped himself. "hold on. your girlfriend?! as in y/n, my ex girlfriend?"

"yes, that's her," sirius nodded, waiting to get punched. but instead of that, james turned to you. sirius was getting more worried at that move.

you, on the other hand, weren't scared. no matter how angry james was, he would never hurt you. that boy wouldn't hurt a fly.

"so you're dating him? my best friend?"

"yes, so what?" you asked. "do i need to remind you that you broke up with me because you were in love with lily, also known as my best friend?"

"well, you didn't seem that down from our break up," james argued. "it's like you were sleeping with sirius while we were still dating."

"mate-"

"oh?" you cut sirius off. "so you wanted me to get depressed because of our break up?"

"no, that's not what i meant-"

"whatever," you huffed, crossing your arms in your chest. "anyway, why is suddenly everyone accusing me of cheating?" from the corner of your eye, you could see sirius', who was standing next to you, face of guilt as he remembered what he said earlier. "we broke up more than six months ago, james! and i wasn't down after our relationship ended because i figured out that my feelings for you were purely platonic! if i'm not wrong, which i'm not, i had plenty of time falling in love with sirius!" your boyfriend's face softened. he had never heard you were in love with him before.

"well, congrats that you moved on. that's great really." sarcasm could be heard in his voice. "sorry to dissapoint you, y/n, but he isn't in love with you."

"james, that's not true. i am in love with her." sirius glared.

"bullshit!" james spat, scoffing. "you never felt any romantic attention towards the girls you slept with. y/n is not an exception."

"you don't know what are you talking about! i once liked a girl i slept with!" you raised your eyebrow at him. "but i don't like her anymore, darling. i love you."

you looked at him like you never looked at anyone before as you interwined your fingers with his, your thumb rubbing his knuckles.

"i love you too," you confessed and sent him a loving smile, which he couldn't help but to mirror.

james only scoffed and said "i can't do this anymore," before walking out of the bathroom. you wanted to go after him, but sirius stopped you.

he bent over and picked up some clothes. "he's upset right now. give him few days. well, maybe a week or perhaps few weeks. . ." he threw you his short-sleeved shirt and your shorts.

"few weeks?" you exclaimed, putting on the shirt. "he possibly can't be mad at me for few weeks?! that immature, arrogant cockroach! but i know him for long enough to know you are right. . ."

both of you were surprised to see james sitting on sirius's bed by the window, watching out of it. when he heard the bathroom door open and then close, he turned his head to you two.

"sirius," he said coldly and patted his hand on the bed. "let's have a little chat, yeah?"

your boyfriend looked at you with pleading, gulping. "please, kitten, promise me you will come to my funeral. and bring those black roses. . . they're nice."

you rolled your eyes and pushed him forwards to his friend. "stop being dramatic, black."

"wait, y/n, you can stay. me and sirius don't mind your presence, do we?" james's voice stopped you from walking out of their dorm.

sirius shook his head, probably happy with the idea of you staying here while james was going to beat the living soul out of him. you nodded, sitting on perer's bed, which was placed close to the door.

james then coldly smiled and drew the red curtains around sirius's bed, making you unable to see what was going on. that made you quite nervous.

when you didn't hear any noises for a while, you knew that james used the muffliato spell.

MEANWHILE AT SIRIUS'S BED

"so. . ." your boyfriend laughed very nervously, trying to light up the mood.

it didn't work because james sent him a deadly glare. "we had a deal, sirius."

sirius groaned. "oh, come on, prongs, we were thirteen! at that time i never thought you could have a girlfriend!"

"oh, so you could and i could not?" james raised an eyebrow. "how come? we're almost the same!"

"well, i am devilishly handsome. no wonder y/n fell for me," sirius smirked. "quite literally. . "

"you have no idea how much i want to punch you right now."

quietness filled the air.

"i want to ask you something and i want the most honest answer you can give, alright?" james asked

"alright."

"do you love her?"

sirius smiled and nodded. "i do."

"how much?"

"as much. . ." your lover paused. "as much as you love evans."

james chuckled for the first time in a while, nodding approvingly. "wow. that must be a lot."

"look, james," began sirius, "i have never felt like that about anyone before. not mary, no one."

"i know," james sighed. "but let me tell you this. if you'll hurt her–"

"yeah, you murder me blah blah blah."

your ex boyfriend bit his lip. "that's not what i wanted to say. . . i was about to say that if you hurt her, you're gonna lose the ability of having children. 'cause your dick is gonna end up deep in your throat and i'm not gonna be the one putting it in there."

sirius laughed. "very funny, but y/n is not that violent."

"believe me, mate. i've dated her."

and from that day, sirius was afraid to piss you off.

Dis cute

Hi! I love your poly!marauders writing! Could I request some poly!marauders x reader with some angst? Maybe they get jealous of another classmate spending time with her or have been leaving her out? And it just leads to some arguing and reader just being super upset. But then of course things work out and have a fluffy ending. Thank you!

Plagued Thoughts

a/n: Hi! Thank you so much, darling! I definitely wrote this a little different in the sense that there’s really no argument, just the reader kind of spilling out her emotions and the Marauders comforting her. This was much longer than I intended, but I hope that you enjoy it! I would love love love more Marauders content once requests open back up as well as any feedback!

pairing: Poly!Marauders x Fem!Reader

warnings: mentions of anxiety, anxious habits, angsty situation, hurt feelings, crying, being comforted, sadness, fixation on negative thoughts, mentions of cat-calling, (let me know if I missed anything!!)

word count: 3.4k (not my gif below!)

{tagging: @prettywhitedoves @maraudersandco @escapingrealitybyreading (let me know if you'd like to be added to any tag lists!!)}

~~

Walking through the doors of the Great Hall entrance for breakfast, you couldn’t help but feel the slight angst feeling of loneliness creep over you as you weren’t walking in with your three boyfriends as you usually would. They had been planning a multitude of pranks for the last couple of days on some Slytherin boys which had cat-called you in the halls at nearly every opportunity they got. Upon finding out about it as you had nearly cried with uncomfortability the moment you reached their dorm that evening, the boys made it their personal mission to unleash an array of pranks on the young Slytherins.

Though you appreciated the thoughtfulness of their antics, you couldn’t help but feel left out as they didn’t invite you along with them as they pulled their pranks. You didn’t think it was an intentional decision to leave you out, the racing thoughts in the back of your mind told you otherwise. Not being able to bring yourself to just invite yourself to their sneaky plans, you ended up being by yourself for the majority of these last couple of days with the exception of the aftermath from their pranks which also resulted in you being left out of the jokes and events in which had taken place. You tried your best to not let things get under your skin as you thought about how the boys wouldn’t purposefully give you the cold shoulder, but the self-conscious thoughts couldn’t be contained as they overwhelmed your mind.

Sitting down at the Gryffindor table next to Lily and Marlene, they couldn’t help but notice your lack of initiative to eat as you pick at your food from your position across from them.

“You alright, Y/n/n?” Lily asks, bringing her cup up to take a drink of the sweet pumpkin juice filling it.

“Yeah, I’m alright. Just kinda missing the boys, that’s all,” you mumble while not bothering to look up from your lingering gaze of the food on your plate.

“Seems it is unusually quiet this morning. Where’d those blokes run off to?” Marlene chimes in, gradually bringing the array of breakfast foods to her lips.

“I’m not sure,” you say quietly as you come to the realization that they hadn’t tried to even tell you where they were all morning. Feeling the sadness creeping back to the forefront of your mind, you bite the inside of your lip, trying to contain the salty tears that are begging to pool behind your lash line.

“Well, let’s go find em then, yeah?” Marlene quips, immediately noticing your disposition as you answered her previous question.

“It’s alright. I’ll see em later after my first couple of classes,” you reassure, feeling sudden embarrassment creep up on the apples of your cheeks as you realize the feelings coming to get the better of you in a more public setting.

Finishing nothing more than a couple of bites of your breakfast, you give your friends the warmest goodbye you can muster before trudging along to your first class. Though you were destined to be early at the time in which you arrived, you felt as if it might make you feel better to have some quiet time to yourself in the emptiness of the classroom.

As the day continued and your next few classes went by, which unfortunately didn’t consist of any of your boyfriends, you found the thoughts of abandonment becoming more and more prominent in your train of thought. Though you went through periods of relaxed waves where you felt as if your ideas were nothing more than nonsense, those waves eventually crashed down to remind you that you still hadn’t seen or heard from any of the boys today. They were busy executing their last bit of pranks today, however, they typically made time to at least walk you to class or have a quick chat with you in the hallways. That reminder continuously popped up as you tried to ease your panicked thoughts of anguish, overall sending you through a spiral of doubt as you emerged into the Great Hall alone, again.

This time, you spotted your friends sitting across from all three of your boyfriends as you walked into the room. Though you were relieved to see their smiling faces as you had missed them so dearly throughout the last couple of days, those feelings of abandonment and being unwanted pummeled you almost immediately. They looked so happy and content despite your lack of presence, almost as if your absence had little to no effect on them. You felt a piece of your heart crack at the sight before spinning on your heels to walk immediately back out of the doors. You’d done so well in keeping in your emotions all day, however, the tsunami of hurt consumed every rational thought you had in your mind as the salty tears spilled onto the hills of your cheeks. Fervently sprinting back to the solace of your room, you spent the entirety of your designated lunch hour huddled beneath the warmth and safety of your maroon Gryffindor quilt on your bed. Did they really even care? Maybe they’d be better off if you weren’t even around them anymore. These thoughts plagued any sort of rational joy inside your mind as you heaved into the soft silk of your pillowcase. As a puddle of tears absorbed into the cloth, you sat up in an attempt to clean yourself up before you had to head out for your next class.

After fixing up your makeup and unswelling your puffy face with the coolness of a damp washcloth, you grab your things before walking to your class which you seemingly shared with James. Walking into the room with a majority of the other students, you scan the small crowd to see if your boyfriend had arrived yet. Upon spotting his floppy hair of curls, your soft smile is swiftly turned upside down as you see him chatting with a small Hufflepuff girl a table away from your designated seats. While you could visibly see that they were chatting about the upcoming essay due tomorrow, as you watched her motion towards the scribbles of ink in her hands, the gloomy part of your mind immediately filled your heart with rage and jealousy as it cracked even further.

Collecting yourself in small deep breaths, you walk on the opposite pathway to make your way over to your designated chair next to James’. As he was too busy helping the girl with some correction on her essay, the bespectacled boy failed to see you walk in before class had begun. Making his way to his seat as McGonagall entered the room at a swift pace, James’ eyes land on your seated figure.

“Hey, poppet! Where’d you run off to during lunch? Haven’t seen you all day,” he remarks quietly, gently pulling you in with an arm draped around your shoulder to press a series of small pecks to the top of your head.

Though you felt the warmth of admiration in the pit of your stomach at his sweet tone and kind gesture, it was quickly overcome by the feelings of sorrow once more at the last remark. ‘Haven’t seen you all day' well, of course, he hadn’t. None of them even bothered to say good morning, let alone bother to see you during lunch.

“I was working on the Transfiguration essay. Just wanted to get it out of the way,” you half-heartedly lie, not yet bothering to make eye contact with the boy. Though you had reviewed your essay today, it was entirely finished just the night before as James had even reviewed it for you to double-check for mistakes. However, that memory slipped your mind as the lie came out of your mouth.

With a set of innocently furrowed brows, James tilts his head to the side a bit to look at you from a better angle, “Thought we finished that up last night?” he somewhat asks while keeping his gaze on you.

Immediately realizing your error, you quickly think of something off of the top of your head in an attempt to keep your cover of the reality of your lunch activities.

“We did. I just didn’t feel entirely confident in it, I guess. Just made a few tweaks to it,” you respond, keeping your gaze on the now open textbook in front of you.

Though your answer didn’t sit right in the pit of his stomach, James decided to drop the subject as you clearly didn’t want to talk about it any longer. Nodding his head slightly, he brings the arm draped around your shoulders to gently rest on your thigh while rubbing it with the pad of his thumb for nearly the entire period.

At the end of the class, James takes your hand into his before walking with you through the halls to your last class of the day. Gently rubbing the back of your hand just as he’d done with your thigh earlier, he can practically feel the sorrow seeping through your body. While he was sure of your sadness, he couldn’t quite put his finger on the origin. That said, he drops you off at your last class of the day with a tender kiss on your forehead before bidding you a good class period. Though he wanted to acknowledge the utter sadness lurking around you, he didn’t want to distract you from your last studies of the day.

Your last class droned on and on as your racing thoughts had your mind elsewhere throughout the entirety of the lecture. Barely taking any notes for the period, you stare mindlessly at the blank page in front of you and before you know it, Slughorn has dismissed your class for the day. Packing your untouched things back into your bag, you make your way for the door. Though you typically just met the boys at their dorm towards the end of the day, you were thrown off to see three sets of eyes consumed with worry staring down at you as you walked out of the door. Jumping slightly at their sudden presence, your eyes dart back from each of their three faces before speaking.

“Oh, hi?” you greet, somewhat questioning their presence.

“We wanted to come and walk with you. Missed you today, puppy,” Sirius chimes, taking your smaller hand into his own before guiding you down the crowded corridor.

“Missed you,” you half-heartedly say as you feel yet another crack tear through the fragileness of your heart.

Immediately noticing your tone, a bewildered look encompasses Remus’ face as he walks behind you and Sirius with his hand locked with James’. As the four of you walk, almost silently, back to the comfort of their dorm, you’re met with dead silence as the door closes behind the four of you.

Clearing his throat slightly before taking a deep breath, Remus is the first to break the silence amongst the four of you, “Didn’t see you today at lunch. Did you get a chance to eat?” the auburn-haired boy questions, peering down at your sulky position now sitting on the edge of his bed.

“I wasn’t super hungry. Was too focused on my essay,” you reply, attempting to stick to the previous lie you’d told James earlier as you were positive he had mentioned something to the other two boys.

“Shouldn’t be missing meals, bunny. You know better,” Remus lightly scolds, sharing a look between the other two boys as you go utterly silent in an attempt to keep your emotions from flooding out.

Little did you know, but you appeared a child who’d just been scolded as you held your head down to shield the vulnerable tears puddled against your lash line. Not being able to say anything in response, you fiddled with the fingers in your lap as you subtly picked at the thick skin around your thumbs; an anxious habit in which you’ve never been able to knack. You wanted nothing more than to just shrink away to the comfortability of your own room at that moment. Noticing the small movement of your fingers, Sirius slowly makes his way to sit on the edge of the bed beside you before encompassing your torn to shred fingers in his own. Attempting to shield you from yourself, he wrapped both of his hands around yours, tilting his head down to try and catch a glimpse at your face.

“Why are you doing that, hmm? What’s going on?” he raven-haired boy urges before taking notice of your clenched-up jaw with a couple of tears that were subtly streaming down your face.

“Oh now you care,” you spit just above a whisper before practically ripping your hand away from his before getting up to march across the room. You didn’t quite know where you were wanting to go, but you knew it was anywhere but here. As you grab your bag to try and escape the topic of your deeply hurt feelings, Remus moves in front of the door to swiftly block your exit.

“Uh uh,” he says, peering down at you with crossed arms.

As you wait for him to move out of your way, you let out a deep breath as you realize that he’s firm in his place. Looking up at him with glossy eyes full of anguish, Remus’ jaw relaxes before he moves his hands to try and subtly encompass you in his arms.

“Bunny, what’s the matter?” Remus asks, moving to pull you into him.

You can’t keep up your angry visage much longer as you hear the sincerity in his tone. At the genuinity in his eyes, you feel the coil break inside of you as tears begin to openly stream down your face. In an attempt to try and explain your feelings, you can’t help but babble out pure nonsense as your chest heaves with the sweet release of all of the hurt you’d bottled up these last couple of days. Pulling you into his protruding warmth, Remus uses a large scarred hand to rub your back while the other cradles your head into his chest. You cling to the lycanthrope as your smaller fists ball up small patches of the sweater encompassing his body. Sharing another look with the other boys, they each slightly shake their heads as they all can’t seem to understand the extent of your sorrows.

After a couple of minutes of continuous sobs, Remus gently pulls you away from him to lead you over to the bed. Sitting down on the edge of it, he guides you to stand between the length of his legs.

“Y-you guys ignored me all w-week. Didn’t even wanna see me or hang out with me. Didn’t even care if I was alone for meals, or if I wasn’t at lunch, or if I just utterly disappeared. I missed you three so much and you didn’t even care!” you continue to spew nothingness rambles out as each of their eyes widen slightly before relaxing into expressions of guilt, “Started to think that you didn’t even want to be with me. You lot look so happy just by yourselves,” you sob out finally before coming to hide your face in the palms of your hands.

Letting you heave for a second to get out the anger and frustration that had been building up within you, Sirius and James slowly make their way over to the edge of the bed in which Remus is sitting with you between his legs. Moving out to gently pull your hands away from your face, Remus guides you to sit sideways in his lap so they could all talk to you properly.

“Y/n/n, how could we not want to be with you, huh?” Sirius chimes in from his position right next to Remus. Taking a hand to gently glide it up and down the smoothness of your ankle, he looks to your tear-stained face for acknowledgment. Flicking your eyes towards his at the sound of his voice, you let out a few more sobs as you feel your face scrunch up with every heave.

“We wouldn’t trade you for the world,” he begins, scanning your face for any sight of relaxation, “We didn’t mean to make you feel neglected. Just got so caught up with all the pranks, I guess,” Sirius continues as his face subtly drops to an expression of remorse. Though he’s not the best with words, you could feel a small sense of relief blooming in the midst of your hurt.

Rubbing a soothing hand against your bare thighs, Remus presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head as you find yourself relaxing against his chest. Still sniffling and eventually hiccuping from all of your cries, your gaze turns to James as he pipes up his own small speech.

“Really, poppet. We didn’t mean to hurt your feelings or make you feel unwanted,” the bespectacled boy started before moving slightly from his standing position to wipe the tears off of the side of your face before squatting down next to your position on Remus’ lap, “We’ve missed you all day. Kept bugging Lily nearly every class period to figure out where you were running off to,” he continues.

“Really? Looked just fine at lunch to me,” you slightly interrupt, following your question with a small hiccup.

“We were talking about you nearly the whole time, darling,” James laughs, recalling the conversations from lunch.

“Oh, so you were laughing about me,” you say, your face almost immediately scrunching up into a sense of hurt once more.

Feeling the vibrations of his brooding laugh erupting from his chest, Remus chuckles slightly before continuing to rub your thigh, “No, bunny. We weren’t laughing at you. We were talking about what your face was going to look like once we were finished with those Slytherin boys this evening,” the lycanthrope admits, peering down at you.

Looking up to meet his gaze, you feel a few more tears fall down the sides of your cheeks before turning your gaze to dart back and forth from all three of them, “What do you mean when you’re finished with them?” you question, excitement slightly coming through the cloud of sadness.

“We planned one last big prank for em later tonight. It was gonna be a surprise, but we’re gonna take you down there with us so you can see it,” Sirius pipes up from his position next to Remus.

“Really?” you meekly question, feeling the endless stream of tears coming to an end.

“Really,” Remus answers, pressing another kiss to the top of your head, “I promise that we never had any intention of hurting you, bunny. I’m so sorry that we made you so sad. I wish next time you feel this way that you come to talk to us, so we can fix it sooner, yeah?” he reassures, gaining a collection of ‘yes’ and agreements from the other two boys.

Nodding your head in response, you sniffle a bit before explaining your thought process to the boys, “I will. I just didn’t want to bother you guys with all the stupid bloody emotions,” you admit, letting your head somewhat hide in its previous position on Remus’ chest.

“Your feelings aren’t stupid, Y/n/n. We need to know if we’ve ever done something to hurt them. Don’t want you feeling so sad,” Remus reassures once more, successfully calming you down from your previous state.

You nod your head again, muttering a final apology for the delivery of your feelings before pressing a sweet kiss to Remus’ jugular and giving Sirius and James’ hands a couple of squeezes in reassurance. Soon the four of you are chatting about the details in regards to the finale of pranks coming forth tonight. As the boys eagerly fill you in on the details of everything, you mewl into Remus’ tender touches against your leg while subtly nuzzling closer into him. You’d missed the feeling of their grasps and the excitement of their utterly insane ideas so much so that you were relishing in all of it at that moment. You finally had your boys back and that previous feeling of hurt had quickly turned into blooms of admiration as you basked in the loving ambiance surrounding the four of you.

im so dead oewudqwbdqw THIS IS ADORABLE

miss jade your bodyguard!james example hit me right in the chest.. can I get candy apples and do you wanna dance? with a bodyguard!james au?? Where you’re dying for a sleepover with your girlfriends but he’s gotta sit in there with you and he totally gets into it gossiping and painting nails and doing face masks and making friendship bracelets? I yearn for big buff scary babygirl James and his shy little charge :’)) - happy Halloween !!!!!!! 🧡🖤

join luveline's halloween party ♡

mei my angel my literal everything best idea ever and I had to include what we talked about too, tysm for ur request baby happy halloween ♡ bodyguard!james x shy!fem!reader (also tipsy!reader)

You really hadn't wanted to bring it up but at the same time, you'd felt like you had to. James had assured you to do whatever it is that's going to make you most comfortable, even if what makes you most comfortable is actually making your new friends most comfortable.

"He... He has to come, but James doesn't mind sitting in the adjoining room. I'm sorry," you'd said.

Mindy, a friend you'd miraculously managed to make at the supermarket of all places, had given your bodyguard a once over with a huge smile. "Are you kidding? He's welcome to sit wherever he likes. He's very welcome."

You'd felt a flicker of something. Not jealousy. A general wash of embarrassment at the implication that James is, rightfully, eye-candy.

"Are you wearing aftershave?" you ask now, not a question you would usually have the courage to ask. You're shocked.

"Cologne, actually," James says.

You gawp at him.

James looks both lovely and ridiculous. He's bedecked in smart clothes, his casual civilian clothing, and it's enough to make your heart skip a beat. Tight sleeves, tight pants. He's a classic handsome on a bad day. Tonight, he's breathtaking.

Especially carrying your pink backpack.

You like how much he doesn't care about stuff like this. Your backpack thrown over his shoulder, your coat in the crook of his elbow. None of it is his job, the only thing he really has to do is stop you from getting maimed or killed, but he does it anyways.

"It's nice," you say awkwardly. What you'd wanted to say was worse. Are you wearing cologne to impress Mindy?

His smile is horrifyingly smug. "Thank you, princess. Think you should knock again?"

You knock again, your hand barely pulled from the door when it swings open.

"Hi," Mindy says, smiling as soon as she sees you.

It's such a nice thing, for your presence to make somebody smile like that, and you find yourself smiling back without any of your usual shyness.

"And hello," she adds, sizing James up with a light-hearted expression of dizziness. "Did you get more handsome, Mr. Bodyguard?"

James hand touches between your shoulders. "Maybe slightly."

Mindy laughs gleefully. "Maybe so. Please, come in. We were waiting on your before we start Dirty Dancing."

You beam. Mindy shows you and James into the living room of her home where the rest of your new friends wait. They're all just as excited to see you as you are to see them, greeting you with hugs and smiles. They say hello to James too, which is really nice. James doesn't mind, but sometimes people act as if he's not there. It's my job to sink into the background, he'd placated once.

Still, you don't like when people ignore him. This spells good tidings.

You're in very nice but comfy clothes, soft loose trousers and a t-shirt that's too big for you, because you'd thought that was what people where to these kinds of things — it's what they wear in all the movies you'd watched to prepare — so you're horrified when you realise they're all dressed in fancy blouses and fine jewellery.

"Sit down," James reminds you gently, putting pressure on your shoulder until you sit.

"Right," you say with a laugh.

"You can sit wherever you like," Mindy says to James.

He tips his head slightly to one side. "I really don't want to intrude on you girls. I can happily stay by the door."

Mindy shakes her head. "No, sir. You can protect your lovely treasure from right here."

James sits beside you.

Mindy is clearly quite wealthy. Her living room is a large space with huge couches and an impressive television bolted high on the wall, Dirty Dancing already queued and waiting to play. Before you know it you've a cocktail in hand and the lights have been turned down low, the movie accompanied by a low level of chatter.

"Patrick," Georgia says dreamily, watching as the main characters dance in the middle of an empty room.

"He's not very handsome-" Milly says.

"What?"

"Let me finish! He's not very handsome in the classical way, is he? But his demeanour is what makes him so yummy."

You huff under your breath, a laugh you can't contain as they descend into a debate on all his pros and cons.

"He's more handsome because he can dance. It's his charisma."

"What does Y/N think?" Mindy asks, turning to you eagerly. You almost choke on your sip of cosmopolitan, face growing warm under their expectant gazes.

It's not entirely their fault. James turns to you to, you can feel his thigh pressed closer to yours. This isn't the kind of thing you and he ever talk about.

"Um, he... Well, I think he's-" Your voice falls to an insecure murmur. "He's not not handsome."

"I don't think he's all that," James says.

The girls roar with laughter. You turn to James to watch him chuckling, a grateful smile on your face.

"Can you dance, James?" Milly asks.

His arms burns where it touches your own. "Not like that," he says.

More laughter. You feel two things at once, and this time you're willing to admit one is some sort of jealousy. He's super funny and you love that about him, you're just not sure if you love everybody else knowing it too. But then, the second feeling, pure affection for him. He deserves droves of girls fawning over him. It makes sense that they're all so charmed.

They all sing the closing song of the movie to each other in dramatic duets. Mindy tries to include you, and then Georgia does too, but singing in front of people isn't something you do. It takes too much courage. You'd have to disregard the embarrassment of being bad, and you're not good at that. Nevertheless it's a great time that makes you laugh until your side hurts, especially when Dahlia and Darcy try to do the dangerous 'lift' dance move.

You dip your head toward James. "You could definitely do that."

He laughs, startled. "Do what, shortcake?"

"The lift."

"Only if you're the one I'm lifting," he bargains.

"Never in a million years," you say, cheeks filled with heat.

They want to do manicures after that. This is two cosmopolitans later, mind you, but you gather around the coffee table with finger dividers, and soon Milly is passing out calming sheet masks she got from the supermarket. You laugh at one another, ghosts in practice, and your laughter gets worse when James agrees to let Milly put one on him. His hair's so thick and curly that he needs to wear a headband to keep it away from his face, a salmon coloured pair of bunny ears.

You're on your fourth cocktail, a long island iced tea, by the time your nails are done, and Georgia has started retelling a story about her last date, how weird the guy had been, and how he had failed spectacularly in the bedroom.

"I mean, I probably should've known there wouldn't be much joy when he showed me his matchbox collection, but I thought he was eclectic, not stupid."

You giggle and lean hard into James side for support, your own face mask starting to slip down your face. He's already peeled his own off, skin shiny and soft, and he reaches out with delicate fingertips to pull yours away too.

"Here," he says, dabbing the excess essence off with a flannel.

"Thanks, Jamie," you say happily.

"Worst date of my life," Georgia finishes, rolling her eyes.

"I can't beat that one!" Darcy says quickly. "I was twenty, and we went to Burger King for dinner. Burger King. I was wearing a little black dress and heels. And when we get back in the car, we were supposed to be going for a film, he leans over the handbrake and starts trying to kiss me and all I could see was a tiny piece of lettuce in his mustache," — you hiccup hard and slap a hand over your mouth, overjoyed by her tortured tone — "I pulled away, obviously. And he grabs my shoulder and said, come on baby, I saw how you were looking at me back there.

Back there. In the Burger King." She rolls her eyes. "You gotta be kidding me."

The girls share their horror stories and you laugh and sigh sympathetically in most of the right places, until you're the only one left who hadn't spoken.

"What about you, Y/N?" Dahlia asks.

"Yeah, what's your nightmare date?"

You stiffen. "I mean... I... I haven't-"

"Come on, it can't be as bad as the guy who spit in my ear," Milly says.

You laugh, because ew, but struggle to come clean without sounding awkward. "I've never been on a date before."

"Oh," Mindy says, sounding not disgusted but let down. She recovers swiftly. "Well, you aren't missing anything, babe."

"Yeah," Darcy placates. "Especially if it's with a guy. No offense."

James raises a hand. "Please, it's fine. I've no delusions when it comes to my sex."

The girls continue to try and comfort you. You hadn't wanted any comfort, and every new reassurance makes you shrink. It's lovely that they're trying to make you feel better, but you feel abruptly inexperienced and ashamed about it.

"I once had a girl break an egg against my forehead," James says.

They all pause.

"On a first date?"

"Yup. She'd brought eggs. In her purse."

They gawp. You gawp. You've never heard this story.

Halfway through a dramatic rehashing his hand finds your calf for a quick squeeze. You realise he's making the whole thing up shortly after and you've never felt more thankful for him. And he once stopped you from getting tasered by grabbing the weapon with his bare hands, so.

"Aren't we a little old for friendship braceletes?" Milly asks, a practically fully-formed chevron bracelet in hand.

You struggle with your beginners bracelet made of four strands. James, beside you, is a natural. Your elbows keep brushing together, and it's a lot.

"Some of us had bad childhoods, Milly."

"Shit," you whisper, your bracelet loop sneaking out from under the masking tape anchoring it to the table for the tenth time in as many minutes.

"You're pulling too hard," James whispers back.

"Everyone's quicker than me!"

Mindy yawns and proclaims to go receive the sleeping bags and air mattresses she'd promised. "Keep working, Y/N! I want that bracelet around my wrist when I get back."

"No problem," you say easily, and then, "James, what do I do? Please help me."

James looks over at your bracelet. You've made knots on the wrong strings, the bracelet more a net than anything. He side eyes the group of girls sitting around him, all putting the finishing touches on their projects, before quietly slipping his bracelet into his lap and swapping it with yours.

"Stick it back on the table and I'll show you," he murmurs covertly.

You stick his bracelet on the table in front of you with some masking tape and James takes charge. He grabs your hands with zero hesitation and shows you how to knot the strings, the 4-shape you need to make and which strings you need to make it on. His hands are very warm, super soft, and when he lets go you feel it like an absence.

"Get it?" he asks.

Kind of. There's an obvious difference in the quality of knots made. James' are all neat and uniform, yours less so, but you chalk it upto rushing and mindy doesn't know any different, hugging you as you tie it around her wrist.

"It's stunning," she proclaims. "Where's yours, Mr Bodyguard?"

He shows your bracelet. "I had some trouble."

There's a little wave of giggles that hurts your feelings, but then Darcy says, "It's alright, James. They're really hard if you've never made them before."

"Yeah, I spent an entire summer in primary school teaching myself. That's a great effort for a beginner!"

"Practice makes perfect, anyways."

James nudges you casually with his elbow. "Thanks, ladies."

Soon, the room is enveloped by the rushing sound of the electric air pump blowing up air mattresses. They're sandwiched together, and even with Darcy on the couch and Mindy in her own bed there's no enough room.

"I'm so sorry," she says, "I didn't think about where he'd sleep."

"Technically, I won't really be sleeping," James says.

Your heart is thudding painfully against your ribcage. "Uh, well," — you're so desperate to seem cool and not cause any problems that you blurt without thinking — "it's fine, James doesn't mind sharing with me." You look up into his dazzling, sun-kissed face. "Do you?"

A flicker of surprise clouds his features. He hides it. "No, of course I don't mind."

The time approached half-twelve quickly. James is off shift at 1AM, and while he might usually go home he's already told you he'll be staying the night. He hates when you're in unfamiliar places. You don't complain, though when it's dark and everyone is drunkenly snoozing in their plastic beds, you sit up in your sleeping bag and search for his figure in the dark.

"James?" you murmur.

"What, sweetheart?"

"Is y'shift over?"

"Yeah. Mason's just pulled up outside." Mason means Jack and Jack means the night team. You roll your eyes at how ridiculously looked after you are.

"Do you want to come and sleep? You must be tired," you continue, your own voice dulcet with an obvious fatigue.

James picks his way over to you where you're nestled in your pyjamas and sleeping bag. "I can go kip in the van, if it makes you uncomfortable."

Is he kidding? He's just spent the night not only looking after you but making sure time and time again that you didn't look stupid in front of your new friends. He might be the nicest boy you've ever met, and the last thing you want him to do after all of this is go sleep sitting up in the back of a van.

"Are you crazy?" you mumble, unzipping your sleeping bag to entice him in. "S'cold in here. Your nose would get frost bite out there."

"Poor night team," he laments agreeably.

The air matress lifts you up with James' added weight. He makes his way under the unzipped sleeping back and has to cling to your hip to stop himself from falling off. You frown at his scratchy clothes.

"Did you bring pajamas?" you ask.

"No offense, shortcake, but no. Obviously I did not."

Your sleep (and cocktail) addled brain doesn't have the energy to feel offended. "Y'gonna be uncomfortable."

He doesn't speak. You assume he's done talking for the night and curl your leg up toward his thigh, when he says, "You won't mind if I take my shirt off? The fancy labels are really itchy."

"No, fancy-pants, I won't mind."

Even in your state you can feel the nervousness of being so close to him after he's peeled off his shirt. He's a huge hot water bottle beside you and you face toward him, cold but miles too shy to make a move.

It's like he can read your mind. "Are you still cold?" he asks, pulling the sleeping bag up to your chin.

"A little. My nose is cold," you murmur, eyes feeling heavier by the second.

His hand lands tentatively against your cheek. His thumb rubs against the tip of your nose. "What was it you said about frost bite?"

You genuinely can't remember. His hand is so warm, his body, his touch something you desire badly on a good day and yearn ceaselessly for on your worst. You bracelet his wrist where it rests against your neck and rub over his pulse unthiningly.

"You want a hug?" he asks knowingly.

"Just for a second," you agree. Your dignity shrivels with the speed of your reply.

He laughs under his breath and slides his arm under your shoulders. For a second it's uncomfortable and achy, and then he's pulling the brunt of your weight onto his chest and wrapping arms around you.

You shudder at how warm he is, the heat of his palms over your spine.

You lavish in his hold and steal all of his emanating heat until you're toasty as can be, sleeping bag snug over your limbs and face nestled in the bare skin of James' shoulder.

"Sorry," you mumble.

"For what?"

You're surprised he's still awake.

"For... For being so... I don't know. Because you had to save me so many times."

"Saving you from awkward situations is easy, don't worry about it. And I think you would've done better without me than you realise."

His hand creeps up the nape of your neck.

You're pretty beside yourself, tipsy and tired and tenderised by his tactile touching. He's familiar. More familiar than anything. It feels like a dream to be in his arms. It probably is.

"You're a good girl, Y/N," he says, and it doesn't feel weird at all. He means it honestly. "You're kind. You're caring. People were bound to love you eventually. It took a while, but they do."

"It didn't take you a while."

"Well, I'm smarter than everybody else, you know that," he says.

You both laugh. His hand strokes the side of your face and rests behind your ear. You can't pin point when you fall from dizzy laughter into sleep, but James can.

He watches your face relax in the near-dark, watches your shoulders settle under his hands. The whole while he's thinking God, what am I doing? This isn't professional. This is the opposite of professional.

He tries to ease you off of him and abandons all hope when you turn your face into his chest and your lips touch his skin. Each exhale a warm kiss.

In the morning, he'll likely tease you within an inch of your life. You're shy enough on a normal day that he doubts you'll survive it. But for now, he rubs the length of your back and wonders if this is how you feel when he's standing guard. So, so safe.