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gayliketheancients · 4 months

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Just wrote GLTA prompt 36, and lemme just say, ouch.

36: I Won’t Forget (Loving) You

The prompt was Jegulus meeting in the Astronomy tower by accident after they’ve broken up (and Regulus already wiped his memories). James has the senior slump and is fighting with Lily Evans about whatever, and decides to go up to the Astronomy tower to smoke.

The full one shot it sitting at just around 9k words, but I can’t really post anywhere until I figure out how the fuck to format on ao3 tbh. So until then, I leave you this small piece.

Read the expert at your own risk. You have been warned.

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“You know, it looks really bad for the Head Boy to sneak up to the Astronomy tower after curfew for some grass, Potter. What if someone else were up here?” Regulus asks, the amused ghost of a smile lit up on his face as he takes a drag.

“Well, Black, are you going to rat me out to Dumbledore?” Regulus just raises an eyebrow at him, amused. A challenge. “No, that’s not really your style either. You’re more of a handle-a-situation-yourself type, especially if other people don’t have to get involved. So what’ll it be then? Shall I write lines for you? Spend a few nights with Minnie talking about strategies to crush Slytherin in the House Cup this year?” James takes a confident step forward then moves to sit down next to him.

Regulus still hasn’t responded, just gazing out into the full sky of stars, but James won’t let up. He needs the git to at least smile once, so James takes a drag and tries again.

“Or maybe,” he begins, voice lit with mischief and a bit of arrogance before nudging Regulus with his shoulder. “Maybe you want to make the punishment to be a little more proper, Mr. Black. Maybe a private detention with you then, eh?”

Regulus’ breath hitches so faintly it almost isn’t audible, and it wouldn’t have been if there was anything other than the still silence of the winter night around them. But without skipping a beat, the younger Black brother shakes his head slightly and takes another drag off his cig.

“No, Potter, I really don’t think that would be appropriate. I fear you would enjoy that far too much.” Regulus says it in a way James is sure is meant to be cocky, but it doesn’t quite land.

Instead, James reaches out and plucks the one stray strand of wavy black hair out of the younger boy’s face and ticks it behind his ear. Smiling, he lets his fingers linger just behind the ear before trailing the tips of them down Regulus’s pale neck and down to his collarbone while watching the way his whole face and chest light up pink and flushed.

Beautiful.

“No, love,” James drawls out as he traces his pointer finger up, over the Adam’s apple and under his chin. When Regulus finally turns and meets his gaze with those steel grey eyes, it’s game over. “I think you won’t because you want to, and therefore you can’t let yourself have it. It’s the same way you’ve always been.”

Regulus turns away, pulling his chin away from where James had been holding it up with his finger. This is a game that James knows, knows it in and out and could play it in his sleep, because it’s scarily similar to how it was with Sirius. The Blacks were both touch starved, drip fed the barest scraps of love and affection until they craved it desperately but were deeply afraid of it, and the scars that fear left were hard to learn to live with. It took them both time to realize that they were allowed to feel special, happy, loved. Regulus was somehow much more dead set on remaining unloved and uncared for, despite the fact that James desperately wanted to give it to him.

It was a game of chase and retreat. You couldn’t give them love head on, they’d pull away and run without looking back. You’d have to ease them into it, guide them with a little more each time to build their tolerance. Show them that each little bit of more was totally safe and let them adjust to it before introducing anymore. Both were prone to spook easily at this stage. But it could be done. Sirius was doing so much better now, and James was sure that Regulus could do better too it he just had the chance.

“Yeah, that’s what I figured.” James let out a sigh before taking a final drag off of the rollie and tossing it out the open portion of the tower. “You don’t have to tell me, Reggie, I know I’m right. You want to see me. You want to spend time with me, to have me all to yourself in an empty classroom for a few hours. Would you want me to roleplay for you too? I’m so sorry professor, please I’ll do anything not to have detention again,” James let his voice take on a higher pitch for the last bit, hyping up the imaginary scenario. And to his wonder, Regulus laughed.

The laugh seemed to surprise him too, because when he saw the grin that spread across James’s face, he turned to hide his expression away again. James tutted at him.

“Not so fast, gorgeous,” he scolded lightly before reaching out to cup Regulus’ face with his palm and turn him back so they were facing each other again. “No hiding from me.”

The way Regulus’ eyes lit up made his stomach lurch, almost as if every possible emotion flashed behind them at once, but then his entire expression settled on the most heartbreaking grief James had ever seen him display. Something was wrong, wrong in the way that James wasn’t sure he could fix it. That look never belonged on Reg. His eyes shouldn’t shine like that, his lip shouldn’t tremble between his teeth, his eyes shouldn’t be staring at him as if this level of care was impossible.

Something was really wrong.

And then a sharp pain felt like it split his head in two. It hurt, but there was nothing and no reason for it to hurt this way. It was just Regulus.

Wait.

…Regulus.

“It was you,” James gasps out, and the other boy doesn’t need to say anything to get clarification. The way he shifted those eyes away is enough of an indication to know that he didn’t need it. James doesn’t— no he can’t — pull his hand away. He needs it there, needs the contact to keep him steady and grounded.

“It was you,” he repeats, softly. And this time when those blue-grey eyes return back to his gaze, he breaks. “Why? How — fuck love, how much am I missing?”

Regulus sighs and tosses his cig off of the side of the tower too before burying his face in his hands. It’s a few moments before James can hear anything, but whatever he says isn’t clear enough to understand.

“What?”

“Since before Sirius came to live with you.”

The weight of the statement hangs in the air before crashing into James like a ton of bricks. He chokes on nothing and instinctively reaches to grip his hand on his thigh. Sirius came to live with him the summer before 6th year, which means —

“Merlin’s beard,” James manages to let out. He doesn’t know what to do or where to look so he just closes his eyes and lets it wash over him for a moment. A little over a year, at least. They couldn’t have been together at the start of term with the way he had relentlessly focused on trying to not be on Evan’s bad side now that they had started working together as Head Boy and Girl. Even if it had been the end of 5th year, a full year of memories would have been gone at least. It felt insane.

“James,” Regulus starts, but James raises a hand to stop him. There’s only one way for it to make sense.

“Let me see your arm, Reg.” James says it softly, letting the whisper of the words fade instead of having them echo in the air. It’s a risk. He didn’t ask, but he still expects Regulus to do it, to show him. He just waits, using his thumb to trace along the high cheekbones that look hauntingly sharp in the light, and Regulus caves.

With a sigh, the other boy looks away but allows the hand on his face to remain. His eyes travel down to his left arm, hidden under his robes and shirt.

“It’s okay, love. I won’t be mad,” James strokes his thumb against the cheekbones again before moving his hand up to card through the inky black waves of hair. With that, Regulus pulls away slightly and starts to roll up the sleeve of his left arm.

It’s there.

He expected it to be, but Merlin, it hurt to look at. James forces his mind and his face not to scream the obvious fear and terror as it washes over every fiber of his being. The Dark Mark, the snake curled long around the skull, stands a stark, vivid black against the younger's pale skin. James hold back the gasp, swallowing the anger and outrage at Regulus being forced into a position where it was his only option. It wasn’t fair, was all he could think. He deserves so much better.

James knew Regulus was studying him, watching for any sign of hatred or disgust, but James had none to give him. When those big, brown eyes finally pulled away from the magic tattoo, all Regulus could see reflected in them was love.

“Jamie,” Regulus whispers, voice cracking, staring at him as if he’s the only thing that can prevent the Slytherin from drowning. Maybe he is.

“You have the heart of a lion,” James whispered before reaching out and tenderly pulling Regulus’s left wrist toward him. Regulus didn’t move, didn’t breathe, until James kissed the pulse point at the bottom of his wrist and whispered into his skin.

“And no matter what,” he continued. “I am proud of you, Reg. You’ll do what’s right when the time comes. I know you will.”

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Thank you, for suffering with me. And no, there is no happy ending for this one. Just stick it out.

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fictive-fodder · 1 year

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||Second Sight : Specularri’s Home||

I know it has been a while since I have updated Second Sight- but I promise you it hasn’t been forgotten. I’ve been working on it this whole time, the next chapter is likely to be over 10 thousand words- it’s already at 9,500 and I’m not finished.

It’s taking me a while because it’s a bit more original than Painting, but I want to make sure it doesn’t feel extremely AU, or OCish or anything like that. {not that there is anything wrong with those!}

I know Second Sight doesn’t have as many readers, but if you are one of it’s patient few, thank you- it’s coming! For now, please enjoy this mood board for what I imagine the Reader’s home to look like :)

#second sight #moodboard #Harry Potter fan fic #marauders fan fic #sirius black #sirius black fan fiction #sirius x reader

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tsprongs · 2 years

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“Stop staring at me, Crouch, I’ll get my hopes up,” Evan smiles—he’s not joking, but the way Barty laughs, and rips his gaze away from Evan tells him that Barty thinks he is. Evan matches Barty’s actions, pretending to laugh.

“You wouldn’t be getting your hopes up, you’d be taking the hint,” Barty jokes, shaking his head, again lifting his gaze back to the night sky.

It’s picture perfect; all of it, really. He and Barty sit across from each other, their feet pressing against each other’s. They throw glances at each other every couple of seconds, acknowledging each other.

“We will be out of here soon, Ev, I promise,” Barty frowns. “Pandora is on the case. She’ll make sure we get out of here safely. You know her—her stubborn arse.”

- chapter 11 snippet/spoiler of “like real people do” by tsprongs on ao3

#rosekiller #rosekiller fic #archive of our own #ao3fic #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #jegulus #macevans #wolfstar #dorlene #the marauders #marauders era #fanfic #marauders fan fic

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my-castles-crumbling · 6 months

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Sirius Black proposing to Remus Lupin, because he would never do it himself- he has too much self-hatred and self-doubt.

Sirius Black getting down on one knee and asking if, maybe, Remus would be willing to love him for the rest of their lives, because he was absolutely sure that he would love Remus for the rest of his.

Remus Lupin tearing up and muttering in thrilled disbelief, “Are you serious?” Because he’s so happy and excited and he’s not thinking straight.

Sirius Black grinning tearfully and saying, “Yes, I’m Sirius. Sirius Lupin, hopefully.”

And Remus just fucking sobbing.

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thatmoonspell · 6 months

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My first piece of fan art. My baby Regulus Black 🌙 ✨ Oil paint on 8x8 canvas. So excited to paint more HP pieces! 🤍

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msmoony7 · 4 months

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cant catch me now hits differentttt after reading crimson rivers. like i just know olivia was thinking of that fic when she wrote the song

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pearlynia · 3 months

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Me when angsty cliffhanger:

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wzrd-wheezes · 6 months

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Tea and Toast - James Potter x Reader.

AN - once again back with a short James fic that is once again entirely based off of my actual boyfriend lol

James wandered into the kitchen of their flat, his dark curls still damp from the shower he had just taken. He was dressed in plain shorts and a tshirt, his usual attire for a lazy sunday morning.

Y/N had her back to him as he walked in, reaching up to put the mugs that she had just washed back in the cupboard. James’s hands immediately found her waist, his lips pressing a soft kiss against her shoulder.

“G’morning, love.” his voice was still thick with sleep. Y/N spun around to face him, her back pressed against the kitchen counter as James wrapped his arms around her.

“Morning,” she smiled as she kissed him.

James crouched down slightly, hooking his hands around the back of her thighs, easily lifting her onto the countertop. Automatically, she draped her legs around his middle, pulling him closer to her.

“Hungry?” James asked, “Toast?”

“I would say yes, but you’ve sat me infront of the toaster.” Y/N chuckled, glancing at the toaster that was behind her. He laughed, scooping her up with ease and carrying her into the living room. He plonked her down on the sofa, grabbing the blanket that was folded neatly at the side, and lay it over her.

“Hey! I was going to help!” she protested.

“I’m quite capable of making toast, babe.” he rolled his eyes playfully at her, “Tea aswell?”

He disappeared into the kitchen again, returning a few minutes later with a plate of toast and two steaming mugs of tea.

“How about we put that film on that you keep telling me about?” he suggested, sitting next to her. He put an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer so that she was tucked in at his side. He smiled down at her, kissing the top of her hair, completely content with their lazy sunday morning.

#james potter x reader #james potter #james potter fanfic #james potter fluff #marauders fan fic

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cosmal · 1 year

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also!!! sirius giving shy!you your first hickey 😵‍💫 he’s so gentle at first, but once you start making noises and gasping he gets a tad bit rough. he ends up accidentally leaving a bright purple mark on your neck that doesn’t go away for days. unfortunately james and remus see it and the teasing is relentless

marked up

mal i love u this request is amazing.

summary — sirius gives you a hickey. james and remus think it’s amusing.

content — sirius black x fem!reader, hickies, shy!reader

Sirius has his face in your neck and he’s been home for a solid five minutes.

You’re in his bed and he’s on top of you. His hip over your stomach, an arm across your chest that’s curled up behind your ear to hold your face back.

“Is that,” he mumbles, smattering quick, wet kisses over your skin. He breathes in, “is that a new perfume?”

You angle your head upwards to escape his relentless mouth, face towards the ceiling. You can feel the beginnings of shy laughter bubble low in your chest.

“Yeah,” you say a little breathless, a lot distracted. “Yeah, you bought it.”

He nudges the patch of skin under your jaw. “Did I?”

He’s so close to your sweet spot you feel like you can’t breathe. Your chest stutters when he finds it and all you can do is hum what you hope sounds like a yes.

Sirius sets a cruel path across your neck, nipping and nudging. You think you have an idea on what he’s about to do. Your hands tighten in their grip where you have them in his dress shirt. He still smells like work.

He opens his mouth and the pressure is barely there. You’ve gone quiet and Sirius notices. “How was your day, lovely?”

You bite your lip. “Uh—“ This close you worry Sirius can feel the thumping of your heart under your skin. You breathe deeply to contain it and pretend he doesn’t know how nervous you are just from how warm you’ve gotten. “It was— it was okay.”

“Yeah?”

You don’t continue. His lips part and you shiver instead. He’s slow and gentle at first, though you suspect it’s only the beginning. The pressure builds and your neck feels warm.

“Sirius,” you gasp. He grunts into your neck.

His teeth graze your skin and your hands reach up to tug at his hair as rough as you can allow yourself to. You think how at the beginning of your relationship you would’ve had a flustered fit if you had your boyfriend this close to your neck. Now you’re pulling him closer.

He bites down gently and you get a little gaspy. Pawing at the soft material at his shirt. Sirius would continue if he had it in him. If he hears your little whimpers any longer he might implode. He grunts a pleased laugh and pulls back with a wet smack.

He leans on his elbow, bringing a hand up to your neck. Pressing his thumb into the damp spot, he coos.

“Pretty,” he says absentmindedly.

Your hands fly to your neck. “Is that gonna leave a spot?”

Sirius chuckles, smoothing over the bullied skin gently, “Yeah, lovely.”

You cover your warming face with your hands and nudge his leg with a socked foot. “Sirius,” you whine, “really?”

He leans down to pry your hands away, you let him, not too willingly you might add, when he puckers his lips for a kiss. “Yes, really,” he grins. “It’ll look good.”

“Everyone’ll see it.”

“That’s the whole point!” he snorts. You can’t look him in the face.

“Remus is gonna have a field day.”

Remus does have a field day. So does James.

“Y/N, lovely,” James gasps when they find you on Sirius’ couch later that night.

“James…” you murmur, confused.

“What is that?”

He points at your neck and you feign obliviousness. “What?”

“On your neck…” Remus supplies. Smarmy.

“Boys….” You hear Sirius warn. A low grumble from the kitchen.

“Oh, um—” You hide your warming face behind a cushion.

“You’ve been mauled!” James says when he gets closer.

“Should we call someone?” Remus adds. Both their eyes glisten with mirth as they eye each other over the sofa. You’d whack them both if you hadn’t sunk into the couch.

“Ambulance?” James gawks, “The police? Was it Sirius?”

Remus goes to poke it. You swat his hand away with a confidence you barely have. “Stop it! Leave me alone or I’ll kick you both out.”

James snorts as he throws himself into the seat next to you. “You get marked up once and you think you can throw us out of our best mate’s flat!”

Remus looks amused as he sits down as well. “Marked up? She’s been attacked.” You roll your eyes. The mark is tiny. Barely there. You’re surprised they can even see it under the lack of lighting in Sirius’s flat.

“Aw, do you want one too, Prongs?” Sirius teases, making grabby hands at James.

He stands from his seat. “Don’t touch me!”

“C’mere,” Sirius laughs.

“No!”

Sirius chases a roaring James around the house while you and Remus sit back and hold back bouts of laughter. You forget about the hickey almost immediately.

That is until later that night in bed with Sirius when he murmurs how you’re all his until he falls asleep.

#sirius black #sirius black blurb #sirius black core #sirius black drabbles #sirius black drabble #sirius black x fem!reader #sirius black imagine #sirius black x reader #sirius black fan fic #sirius black fanfiction #the marauders fanfiction #marauders fanfiction #marauders x reader #marauders fanfic

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ellecdc · 5 days

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can i formally request something? (i have no idea if you take smut requests so please ignore me if not😭) a barty x reader smut where everyone already thinks they’re together so they’re like 🤔?? maybe they’re onto something

and maybe if they try to tell people (read regulus) they’re just like -_-¿ this is new

and well done on your exams!! i’m sure you aced them

hahaha omg this is so Barty and reader coded fr. thanks for your request (I hope I did it justice)

Barty Crouch Jr x afab fem!reader who has sex for the first sodding time, Evan

CW: smut - like straight up porn people, p in v intercourse, pussy slapping cuz apparently I'm a freak, soft choking, a slap in the face if you squint, 18+

This conversation had been going on for so long that you were truly fighting the urge to throw your head back and let out a guttural scream out of pure frustration.

But Barty never fought his urges.

“For fuck’s sake!” He screeched. “How many sodding times do you need me to say it: we - are - not - to - geth - er!” He shouted at Evan, emphasising each syllable with a stomp of his foot.

Evan smirked and shared a look with Dorcas before rolling his eyes.

“Sure. And what exactly is this?” He asked, gesturing with his book at your tangled forms.

Okay, so maybe you and Barty were physically affectionate with each other - but that didn’t mean anything.

“What?” Barty asked simply.

“The way you’re sitting, Junior.” Dorcas drawled in a bored tone.

You both looked at each other like you were only just now realising your proximity to each other.

You were positioned on the cushion of the sofa between Barty’s thighs with his arms wrapped around you and his hands weaselled under your shirt and tucked under your breasts.

What?

It was for warmth; he has terrible circulation, you know.

“We always sit like this.” You replied.

Evan scoffed. “You always sit like you’re one sneeze away from having his dick slip inside of you?”

“Okay, you know what?” Barty said, slipping his hands out from your shirt and patting your thighs to say ‘get up’, and standing up behind you. “I didn’t come here to be spoken to like this, least of all by someone who has his head shoved so far up his arse that he could check for tonsillitis.”

Evan shut his book he’d been pretending to read up until that point causing Barty to screech and shout at you to ‘save yourself’ as the two of you took off in the direction of his dorm room.

You were laughing and breathless by the time you made it into Barty’s room and he shut the door behind you, casting a locking charm for good measure should Evan come looking for retribution for the slander.

“Honestly, I think they’re just jealous.” You said breathlessly.

Barty nodded as he sucked in a few deep breaths himself. “I mean, it’s kind of sad he’s never had a best friend that he felt so comfortable with, you know?”

“Exactly!”

“And I don’t know why everyone has to make it so sexual. Do you have great tits? Sure. But that’s not why I put my hands on them!”

“Of course.” You agreed readily. “And I mean, are we two of the hottest people to walk these fucking halls? Of course we are -”

“Absolutely.”

“- but that doesn’t mean we’re shagging!”

“Right!” Barty said with finality as he finally sat down on the chair at his desk. “I don’t know why they have to make everything so weird.”

“Me either.” You groaned as you fell backwards onto Barty’s bed and stared up at the green velvet bed curtains draped over the four poster bed. “They’re probably just jealous.” You repeated. “I mean, we would make a really hot couple; I’d want to be with us too.”

“You know, that’s exactly what I was just thinking.” Barty agreed quickly. “And if we were having sex, they’d bloody know it. It would be hot.”

“Gods, it really would be, wouldn't it?”

“Without a doubt; I’m great in bed, and you’re great at everything.” Barty said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“You know what.” You said as you sat up to face Barty. “It would be hot. Great sex comes from trust-”

“Check.”

“- communication,”

“Check.”

“Familiarity,”

“Duh.”

“Confidence.”

“Obviously.”

“We’d be sodding lucky to be shagging each other!” You proclaimed.

“I agree!” He responded.

You both stared at each other; breathing slightly laboured having gotten yourselves so worked up pleading your cases (to no one, seeing as you were both clearly on the same page).

“Huh.” Barty said finally, giving your body a once over. “You know, maybe it is weird we haven’t fucked before.”

“Yeah.”

Your eyes met his green ones that held an intensity you’d not seen from him before.

��Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you wanna fuck?”

“Yeah.”

And like a flip had been switched, the two of you were launching yourselves at each other.

No time was spent savouring touches or testing waters. It was all teeth clashing, tongues dancing, heavy breathing, and tearing each other’s clothes off.

It felt somehow both forbidden and oh so right.

You’d truly never thought about Barty like this; you really were just that comfortable with one another.

But as you pulled his shirt over his head and started fussing with his belt, a fire roared to life inside you screaming we should have been doing this the whole bloody time.

You nearly tripped over the waistband of your trousers as Barty backed the two of you towards his bed where he sat on the edge.

You broke apart for air as he moved his sinful mouth down the expanse of your torso and took to marking up your breasts.

“Salazar they’re even better like this.” He murmured to himself before taking one of your nipples in his mouth whilst he pinched the other.

You ran your finger through his hair, an action you'd done many times before, but never like this.

You pulled at it roughly and brought his lips back to yours as you pushed him to lay back on his bed so you could straddle him.

“Merlin, Y/N. No foreplay?” He chuckled breathlessly as you gave his cock a few strokes and whispered a lubrication charm.

“Next time.” You sighed as you lined him up with your entrance and slowly sank down onto his cock, causing the two of you to moan in unison.

“Next time, huh?” Barty teased as he smoothed his hands up and down your sides, allowing the two of you to adjust to the feeling of one another before you experimentally rolled your hips.

“What? Don’t you want to fuck me, Junior?” You taunted right back.

Barty thrusted his hips up roughly into yours, causing you to cry out and place your hands on his shoulders to stabilise yourself. “I think it’s very obvious I want to fuck you.”

“Yeah?” You whispered, bringing your mouth back to his and biting gently on his bottom lip.

“Yeah.”

You breathed a laugh out through your nose before you bit down harder.

“Then fuck me.”

And before you could tell which way was up, Barty had flipped the two of you over so he now hovered over top of you and had his hand wrapped around your neck.

“You want to be fucked, doll?” He groaned as he hooked one of your legs around his hip allowing himself that much deeper in you.

If there was one thing you could thank the fucked up breeding habits of Purebloods for, it was apparently the size of their cocks.

“You want me to ruin you?” He continued as he added more pressure to your throat, still grinding into your now sopping cunt. “Make sure no other wizard is ever good enough for you?”

Your entire body felt like it was on fire; the feeling when you’re sitting on the poolside in the sun after a swim; the beads of water only make the sun’s rays feel that much warmer against your skin.

“Oi.” He demanded, giving your cheek a chastising tap. “You gonna be good for me?” He asked more seriously this time.

His beautiful green eyes were nearly fully eclipsed by his pupils as he continued moving in and out of you with what you realised now was a very controlled pace. But you were eager to see where he’d go from here.

“I’ll be good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me.” He ordered.

“I’ll be good.”

“What was that?”

“I’ll be good, Barty.” You whined, pulling at his arms in an attempt to bring him closer.

“Who are you going to be good for?”

“You.”

“Yeah?”

You hummed in agreement as he hiked up your other leg and wrapped it around his hip.

“Tell me.”

“I’ll be good for you! Promise. I’ll be so good for you, please.”

Barty chuckled and let out a taunting cooing sound as he fell to his elbows and brought his face to yours.

“There’s no need to beg, sweets.”

And just like that, he was pulling away from you again.

Suddenly, his hands were on your hips and he lifted them into the air, holding them there as he began slamming into you.

“Gonna be so fucking good for me, aren’t you angel?” He grunted.

You scrunched your eyes shut at the feeling of his throbbing cock pounding into you; adjusting his angle every few thrusts in search of something.

“I bet you’re a fucking screamer, huh? You always got so much to say babygirl; don’t go quiet on me now.”

His fingers dug further into the fat of your hips as he adjusted his grip on you, causing you to let out an embarrassing keening sound.

Apparently that was close, but not quite what Barty had been looking for.

“Close. How about we try…”

And he pulled out of you completely before landing a hard smack against your pussy, forcing a surprised scream to tear from your throat.

“There’s the pretty sounds I was looking for.” He celebrated, rubbing placating circles on your clit before repositioning himself and sinking back into you. “Think you can keep that up for me, Princess?”

“Yes!” You cried quickly, grabbing helplessly at the bedding as he once again lifted your hips up into the air, finding that sweet spot inside you that he’d been in search of before his interruption.

He knew he found his mark when you let out another strangled sob.

“Alright pretty girl, there we go, huh? Does that feel good?”

You were babbling affirmatives nonsensically as he groaned at the sensation of your walls clenching around him; yesses and pleases spilling from your lips.

“Fuck you feel so good.”

“Please Barty.” You cried, reaching a hand up to his wrist.

He let your hips fall to the bed as he brought one thumb to your clit and his other hand took yours in his.

“What is it, princess? Hm?”

“Please.” You whined, and it sounded pathetic even in your own ears in your current state.

But Barty only tsked and pulled two of your fingers into his mouth which he began to suck.

You could feel the tension building in your core as he quickened his pace with his thumb and his hips before letting your fingers go with a pop.

“I’ll take care of your princess, you know that. When have I ever let you down?”

Never.

“Never.”

He smiled triumphantly down at you; and though his mouth was cocky, his eyes were sincere.

“Exactly. I’m not about to start now, yeah?”

And suddenly his thumb was gone from your clit, your ankles were thrown over his shoulders and he was leaning his weight against the backs of your thighs as he began thrusting into you with an air of desperation.

“Atta girl; so good, huh? S’good.” He grunted as his thrusts became somewhat sloppy. “S’fuckin’ good for me. Perfect for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes.” You chanted with each thrust of his hips. “Please, oh gods, please, please Barty.”

“I know, I know.” He grunted, clearly as close to teetering over some sort of edge as you were. “I know, I feel it. You’re alright, yeah? Go on, sweets; I’ve got you.”

And his hands were holding onto your thighs for dear life and he was kissing at your knee like even that silly little part of you was something worthy of worship, and he did have you and he never let you down and he wasn’t going to start now and you saw stars as you finally fell over the edge.

The room fell quiet as Barty locked his lips on yours, and you realised you’d been screaming.

His hips stuttered as he thrust into you once, twice, three times more before he followed you over the edge; letting your legs fall from his shoulders as he fell to his elbows on top of you and the two of you fought to catch your breath.

In complete contrast to the Barty who was only moments ago pounding mercilessly into you, he started placing, slow, lingering, gentle kisses over your face as his thumbs rubbed idly at your temples.

He pressed a kiss to your neck, your jaw, the tip of your nose, over your eyelids, your forehead, your ear.

You knew Barty could have a soft side, but you never imagined it so tender.

“I knew you’d be a screamer.” He whispered, breaking you out of the serene moment and surprising a bark of laughter from you, which caused both of you to groan in discomfort before Barty slowly pulled out of you.

“Stay here, princess.” He instructed as he walked away from the bed and returned a few moments later with a warm cloth and one of his (read: your favourite of his) t-shirts.

You watched him carefully as he cleaned you up - and once again, what probably should have felt awkward or embarrassing felt nothing but natural as he doted on you.

“Can you sit up?” He asked; not one hint of condescension in his tone as he held the neckhole of his shirt open for you to slip your head into.

As it poked through, he pressed a kiss to your lips before helping to thread your arms in.

“Is it safe to assume we’ll be doing that again?” You asked with a smirk, causing him to scoff dramatically.

“We’ll be doing that the rest of our lives if I have anything to say about it.”

After a shower and a change into comfies, the two of you returned to the common room, and though Dorcas was long gone, Evan could be found where the two of you had left him, now in the company of Regulus.

“Well boys.” Barty sang dramatically as he swung his legs over the back of the sofa and landed on the seat with a bounce. “We just fucked.”

You rolled your eyes at his blatant goading as you sat beside him.

“Yeah? And I had potions today; so what?” Regulus muttered without looking up from his novel.

“What do you mean so what? This was the first time!” Barty argued.

“This is new.” You insisted severely.

“You know, I always knew Barty was a liar; but I expected better from you, Y/N.”

Your mouth dropped open as Regulus and Evan stood up and walked away from the seating area.

What you didn’t see as they walked towards the Slytherin dungeons was Regulus passing Evan five Galleons for their bet on who could convince the two of you to finally get over your “just friends” bit.

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