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fredweesleyismyslut · 4 years

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Class Has Started - Weasley Twins x reader smut

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get to this. I finally finished my exams for summer classes and actually did quite decent so yayyy!! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it while singing along to BTS and jpop songs at the top of my lungs haha. Bye!!!

You were left to go to Hogwarts alone, well you still had your friends, but your boyfriends had gone. During Umbridge’s tyranny, they had a grand exit which you along with the other students celebrated. The look on Umbridge’s face, you wish you had your camera with you right then, the utter horror of what the twins had done left her stunned. Well, for a good minute before she started yelling at everyone again. Now it was your last year and Umbridge was gone, everything was back to normal, as normal as it could be the looming knowledge that he-who-must-not-be-named was coming back. The twins had opened up the joke shop that they had always dreamed of and it was very popular, you were incredibly proud of them, the loves of your life. You were shopping for your new items along with Ginny, whom you had gotten incredibly close to since you spent most of the summer at the Weasley’s. You saw her give Harry a quick glance as you whispered in her ear, “Keep staring and his hair might catch on fire.” Face reddening the color of her hair, she slapped your arm softly, as you chuckled. You walked into the joke shop, watching as items buzzed around, children running around to buy things. A finger poked your shoulder, thinking it was one of the twins you turned, smiling brightly. Instead, you were met with a face you were vaguely familiar with, a Ravenclaw boy you had classes with the year before, his name was...Jack...no Jeff? Well, Jack/Jeff or whatever, smiled brightly as he gave you a very obvious once over, focusing on your chest. Rolling your eyes softly you politely asked, “Can I help you with something?” He nodded before answering, “I was wondering….Well, maybe you’d like to go out sometime….maybe tomorrow?” Scoffing slightly, you replied, “Sorry, I’m going out with my friend tomorrow.” you replied, motioning towards Ginny. His face darkened slightly, “I’m sure you’d have a lot more fun with me than those Weasleys. I mean, what can they give you...hand me down towels?” You scowled softly, before putting on a smile as sweet as you could, “Well, I’m sure I will have an infinite amount more fun with her than you. I mean, heck I’d have even more fun with a slug than you.” You gave a quick once over, as you continued, “And since I’m not in the act of giving out charity, I’ll kindly decline hanging out with you before I kindly put my fist in your face.” Grabbing his chin you whispered, “Talk shit about my friends again and I promise I won’t be so nice next time. Now run along.” He scowled, “Whatever, you’re not that hot anyways. Little too round for me”

Rolling your eyes you ignored the comment and walked off before quickly bumping into two broad chests. “Hey beautiful.” a voice said as an arm draped around your waist, you looked up see your favorite Weasleys, who were both sporting frowns. Fred continued, “We were about to butt in but you handled that very nicely, sweetheart.” You blushed softly, “Well, I can’t always depend on you two...especially since you won’t be-” George cut in, “You know we’ll be around, y/n especially if dickwads like that wanna hang around you. But we really are genuinely sorry for doing that without telling you, we just didn’t want to drag you into it.” He offered a soft smile as his finger traced your jaw, “We know how much finishing school means to you, and we would never want to drag you down with us, bunny.” Looking up into his eyes, you motioned around the place, “I think you guys made an upgrade if I say so, should’ve dragged me in, I could’ve been your receptionist or something.” They both chuckled as Fred considered thoughtfully, “Hmmmm...I mean if it’s an opportunity to see you in a sexy pencil skirt-” You elbowed Fred’s stomach, “In your dreams, Weasley”, lowering your voice to a whisper, “And if you wanted to see me in a pencil skirt all you have to do is ask, we could do some teacher-student…” A red-faced Ron cleared his throat cutting you off, “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear any of that. I might have to bleach my ears out later though, thanks y/n.” The three of you collectively looked at each other as you laughed, as Fred said, “What’d you want, Ron?” “How much for this?” he said holding something up, “Five galleons.” the twins replied in unison. “But I’m your brother.” They both looked at each other before replying, “Ten galleons.” You chuckled softly, as Ron scoffed before walking away. “You two mess with him too much. Oh, since we’re talking about Ron, I was going to take Ron and Ginny out for a little dessert date later. Ginny wanted to try out that new shop down the street.” The twins nodded as they smiled down at you, “That’d be nice.” George replied, “It’s nice that you get along with them. You know I’m pretty sure Ginny loves you more than us.” You chuckled as Fred added, “Our own mother even had the audacity to say she wished you were her daughter instead of having us two. I mean who would want to replace our genius minds.” Laughing you replied, “I think the two of your IQs added together is less than 100, boy genius.” Fred rolled his eyes as he stuck his tongue out at you, tipping onto your toes you licked his tongue. A look of surprise crossed his face, “You violated me” he said, dramatically grasping his heart. Sticking your tongue out, “Don’t put your tongue out then. Anyways, see you two later, I have to finish up shopping.” They nodded and before walking to find Ginny you walked back, kissing both their cheeks, “And congratulations on the shop. I’m so proud, honestly...and if you two are good I have a surprise waiting tonight.” Finishing with a wink, you found Ginny and walked out of the shop, continuing your journey to find school supplies.

Later that evening, you had an owl fly by the joke shop with a letter, “Come over to my place for your present.” Sweet and to the point, you lived near the Weasleys and your parents were gone for the night. Once the sun had gone down you heard a doorbell ringing. The twins had arrived at your door, George holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. “For me?!” you asked, dramatically placing your hand on your forehead, “Thank you, but we’re celebrating you two. Okay, so don’t upstage me in my present.” Fred chuckled as he kissed your forehead, “I smell something delicious.” Motioning to the kitchen, you smiled, “I made a cake, to celebrate.” They practically drooled as they filed in, “We were starving, thank you, y/n. I didn’t think it was possible to love you anymore but apparently it is.” George nodded along, as he sat in the dining room. As they were eating cake you excused yourself to the bathroom, pulling out a pencil skirt, tights, and tight button-up blouse, along with a fake pair of glasses. Grabbing a pointer stick you slowly walked down the stairs you dramatically stopped at the front of the dining table, raising on leg up on a chair. “Time for class to start.” The twins’ jaws were dropping as they took you in before Fred stuttered out, “Y-Y/n.” Softly tapping him with the stick you smiled, “It’s Miss.Y/n to you. Finish your cake and we can really get this party started.” You didn’t think it was possible for someone to shove a whole piece of cake in their mouth but the twins managed it as they gulped it down. Fred jumped up from his seat as he threw you over his shoulder as he shushed your protests of being to heavy for him to carry, “What do you mean, you’re light as a feather. You sure you’re eating?” he continued, “You know you can’t do this to me, baby. I can’t handle myself when you look like this.” George followed in pursuit as you giggled.

Fred practically threw you down on the bed before quickly going to remove your tights, ripping them off. George settled behind you, hands skillfully unbuttoning your blouse, slowly letting it fall off your shoulders. George ran his hands down your arms, shivers going down your spine as goosebumps arose. He huskily whispered in your ear, “We should punish you for trying to be a tease. I’ve been thinking about you all day.” His hands ran down your chest before stopped beneath the curve of your breasts as his lips pressed kisses down your neck, biting and sucking. Fred, on the other hand, was driving you crazy as his hands wandered up your legs, pressing kisses on the inside of your thighs, biting at the soft flesh. A moan left your lips involuntarily, as Fred’s two fingers pressed against your core, as he pushed the material of your underwear aside. “We haven’t even started and you’re already this wet, kitten.” “Stop teasing…” you muttered out to both of them. George whined softly, “Isn’t this our present? We just want to enjoy it as long as we can.” A short guttural whine arose as Fred continued to bite your thighs, fingers pinching your clit before pulling his hand away. “Don’t be so impatient, y/n. Good things come for those who wait.” You whined even louder, needing to feel some sort of friction. Chuckling he pushed the skirt up, “Do you see how hard you’ve got me?” he questioned. You looked, his cock was practically begging to be let out from his pants. You leaned forward, palming him through his pants, before unbuttoning them, swiftly pulling them down along with his briefs as you gulped greedily. Wetting your lips, you pressed your lips around the tip of his cock, tasting the precum, as you took it whole. Suppressing a gag as it hit the back of your throat you relaxed, breathing through your nose as Fred praised you, “Good girl, taking my cock like that.” You continued bobbing your head on his cock letting it hit the back of your throat as you felt George’s hand slide up your legs. His fingers rubbed your sensitive clit as you moaned. Feeling the wetness drip down your legs at George’s attention to your clit made your nerves flare up with sensitivity. “So, wet for me,” he whispered in your ear, as you felt George’s cock press against your core before sliding in. His hips thrust forcefully, as you almost lost balance. The sound of skin smacking skin filled the room as George’s hips met the curve of your ass, as one of his slapped down. Fred’s cock twitched in your mouth as he reached his high, licking up the side with shorter strokes you finished with taking him whole again and breathing through your nose, letting his hands take your hair as his hips thrust forward. Fred’s breath hitched as he rode out his high, thick cum filling your mouth as he pulled out. His finger cleaned away some that slipped from your lips as he smiled, “You took me so well, y/n.” George’s thrusts seemed to get sloppier as his fingers reached around to give more attention to your already sensitive clit from all his attention earlier. Moaning filled the room further as your walls squeezed around George’s cock as you felt a feeling of euphoria wash over, head slumping on the bed as you tried to catch your breath. George thrust a few more times before stopping as you milked his cum out, as he gave a last couple sloppy thrusts before pulling out. Cum slipped down your thighs along with the empty feeling as you both caught your breath. George leaned forward pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Thank you for everything today, my love.” Fred returned from the bathroom which he had retired to take a shower after finishing earlier, “Thank you, sweetheart.” He ran a cloth over you, cleaning you off as he threw a second one at George, “I’m not cleaning you off, mate.” “Didn’t ask you to.” George replied, with a hint of humor in his voice. Fred leaned down, pushing hair away from your face and pressing kisses all over. You laid down on the bed as George and Fred climbed in on either side, “Love you guys…” Your eyes fluttered softly as you tried to stay awake, as you heard a reply in unison, “We love you too, y/n.” Then, you heard the soft banter of the two redheads arguing over who was taking too much of the blanket before you shut your eyes soft smile on your lips, wondering how you got so lucky.

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whump-only · 4 years

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jackson meets his new master

Ok so here’s the deal. I wrote a whole epilogue to this, but it was too boring. So I’ll just tell you the set up. Helen has just purchased Jackson, a BoxBoy. Helen’s intention is for Jackson to live with her drug-addicted son named Alex, help him around the house, and make sure he doesn’t overdose.

tw: slavery, mention of electric shock, drug abuse / overdose mention, hunger / starvation mention, memory loss

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Jackson watched the trees and houses fly past the car window. He was certain that being in the passenger seat of a car was something he’d experienced before. But of course, no memory arose. Instead, there were only flickering sensations, snippets of sounds, that he could almost see in his peripheral imagination, but never focus on directly, without them slipping away. This sort of deja vu always made him feel like he’d been hollowed out. Like he was just a shell. It was for the best, of course. Memories were painful. Memories caused him to want things that were gone forever, burned away. There was a relief, a detached weightlessness, to simply living in the present. Moment by moment. Jackson. Jack. That’s my name. This is my life.

“I’ll be dropping in every few days, to check in on you boys,” Helen said, still staring ahead at the road.

“Yes ma’am,” he said, evenly. She’ll be checking to make sure I didn’t make any mistakes no doubt. His neck prickled at the memory of the shock that had seized his body. The collar would be used for ‘misunderstandings,’ she had said. She’d also said that if he really screwed up, she’d send him back. Back to the facility. That would be the end, the real end. They would kill him. Or worse. Jackson clenched his jaw at the thought of the boys who’d been through three erasings.

Well, he wouldn’t let it come to that. Just don’t screw up. Just follow the rules. It was worse that the stakes were dizzyingly high. Helen was trusting him with keeping her son alive… Jackson felt queasy. I just won’t fuck it up I guess! Just follow the rules. Follow the rules. Jackson pictured himself checking his master’s breathing, positioning him to not choke…

It was certainly strange. But there were some promising aspects to this arrangement. The cooking, cleaning, he could do that. Simple. Helen had mentioned that Jackson could eat half of what he cooked, which was almost too good to believe. Plus, he was going to have space away from Helen. She seemed fine enough, but maybe a little too… controlling. If he could gain her trust, and the trust of her son, then perhaps he could do his work in peace, relatively pain free. He would mind his business, do as he was told, and maybe they would give him time to himself… time to plan your escape! Jackson shook away the intrusive thought. The collar felt heavy on his shoulders.

Jackson moved to slowly put another couple of goldfish in his mouth. Helen had thrown the bag into his lap, given him permission. But he sharply remembered her scolding him for gulping down the water too eagerly earlier. So he paced himself and chewed slowly, even though the goldfish were so wonderfully salty and he’d been in that box without food for at least a day (and who knows how long it’d been since they fed him before that). He could feel the collar with every swallow.

“This will be quite nice. I’ll finally have time to focus on my work,” said Helen. Jackson already felt useful. This was a good sign.

“Yes, ma’am. I really hope I save you time,” he said. He knew anything beyond a simple ‘yes ma’am’ was a risk. His quick tongue had gotten him in trouble more times than he could count… but it had also been his best defense. Besides, a little bit of kissing up usually went a long way with types like Helen.

Helen looked at him quizzically for a moment, but he noticed the corner of her mouth twitch up. Jackson smiled.

“Tell me. I’ve been doing all the talking this afternoon. What are you thinking about in there?” said Helen, now looking back the road.

Damn it. Jackson hated open ended questions like this. They were so hard to get right.

“I was thinking… I hope Alex likes me,” Jackson said, watching for her reaction. It was true.

Helen just said, “Hm.” Her mouth was tight. Jackson felt a spike of panic at the thought that he’d said the wrong thing.

“I hope so too,” she said finally, and Jackson exhaled quietly. Jackson almost felt there was a calm between them, a fragile trust. They sat in silence and Jackson watched as the clouds began to turn a vibrant pink at their bottom edges. It had been so long since he’d seen the sky.

After a while, Helen began again, “So I suppose I should tell you. That collar of yours comes with a real handy feature. It will alert me if you ever set foot outside of Alex’s apartment. So no walks around the block, or grocery runs, or anything like that.”

Well fuck. “Yes ma’am. Don’t worry, I have no intention of— of leaving, ma’am,” Jackson said, trying to make the words sounds deliberate.

“I know you won’t Jackson. You’re a good boy... We’re here,” Helen said.

They pulled into a lot and Helen jumped out of the car and motioned for Jackson to follow. Jackson decided to hold onto his Goldfish bag, and Helen either didn’t notice or didn’t mind. There was more mud and litter than grass as they walked up to the tall, brick building. Helen led him up a stairway that had quite a strong odor of piss.

“Kind of a damn shithole, right? Maybe I’ll let you clean out here...” she muttered to herself.

“That would be nice,” Jackson said absently, observing the flickering light of the hallway.

“Alright. Here we are. 130B. This is Alex’s place. Your new home sweet home.” Helen pressed a small flip phone into Jackson’s hand. “Remember the rules. This has my number, and emergency response. Call me if there’s trouble. And I’ll call you sometimes to check in. Pick up, won’t you?”

“Yes ma’am.” Jackson held the phone tightly.

“One more thing,” Helen fished a dispenser of Narcan out of her pocket. To Jackson’s surprise, she took the Goldfish bag, dropped the dispenser in, and then handed it back. She winked at Jackson and Jackson instinctively twitched his face into a smile.

“Just like we talked about,” Helen said, and Jackson mimed putting it up to his nose. Helen smiled, widely this time.

Helen suddenly began pounding on the door and pressing the doorbell over and over.

“ALEX, wake up! Aaaalex!! Aaaaalex!!” Helen shouted. The sudden noise was jarring to Jackson, who stepped back in surprise.

Suddenly the door swung open. There stood a pale boy with a shaved head and a scowl. Earrings dangled from his ears. This must be Alex. My new master. Alex moved to slam the door shut again but Helen shoved herself in.

“I’m your mother, damn it. Let me in,” she hissed.

“Leave me alone,” came the reply from behind the door. Alex continued to put his weight into closing the door but Helen pushed back.

“Help me here!” Helen looked at Jackson angrily. Jackson quickly pushed up against the door and leaned in. It finally gave, and they stumbled into the apartment. Jackson immediately smelled rotting food.

“Listen up, Alex. I brought you... well sort of a live in servant. A BoxBoy. His name is Jackson,” said Helen, putting a hand on Jackson’s back. Jackson forced a weak smile.

Alex put his head in his hand. “Mom. Get the fuck out, please. I told you to stop babying me. Take him with you, I don’t want someone in my fucking apartment”

“You clearly can’t take care of it yourself. And you look like a fucking skeleton for fucks sake. Jackson is staying,” Helen said, raising her voice.

“No, he’s not fucking staying...” Alex and Helen began to shout over each other.

As they argued, Jackson looked around. The sink faucet was dripping slowly into an enormous pile of dishes that spilled out and filled the entire counter. A TV was chattering in the other room. On the table lay empty pizza boxes, an ash tray, wrappers… a book! Jackson’s heart raced and he looked away quickly. Calm down idiot. I’m not allowed to… I couldn’t even… if I wanted to...

“—Or else I’ll cut your allowance!” Helen shouted and suddenly the room went quiet except for the blaring TV. Jackson felt them both staring at him. Jackson kept his face carefully calm, pulling the emotions down into his center, away from the surface.

“Fine,” Alex hissed. “I’ll babysit your little fucking slave.”

“Good,” Helen said sharply. She suddenly softened. “He’ll be a real help around here. You’ll get used to him. Alright, I’ll come by in a few days to see how you’re getting along. Please answer when I call you.”

Jackson clutched his cellphone, but realized she had been talking to Alex.

“Alex. I love you honey,” she said. Alex glowered at her.

Helen left and closed the door behind her. Jackson felt suddenly vulnerable.

Alex sighed. “Come here,” he said, motioning for Jackson to follow. Alex led Jackson into the bathroom.

“What are you holding. Give me that,” he said and grabbed the cell phone in Jackson’s hand. Jackson gripped it tightly but Alex wrenched it away.

“Please sir, I need that! Please. Please give it back…” Jackson begged, and reached for the phone, but Alex just turned away silently and held Jackson back with one hand. With the other hand, Alex flipped open the phone and began hitting something on the keyboard. Alex then slammed it shut and muttered, “Classic. Well I’ll be holding onto this then.”

“Oh,” said Jackson dumbly. Was giving Alex the phone against the rules? It was definitely against the rules. It hadn’t even been one minute and he’d already screwed up. Jackson cursed himself. Oh god, if Helen finds out…

“Sit here please, Bone Crusher,” Alex said, motioning towards the toilet seat. Jackson blinked.

“Sorry sir?” said Jackson, not quite sure he’d heard correctly over the ringing in his ears.

“I think I’ll call you Bone Crusher,” said Alex, with a smirk. Alex patted the toilet seat. Jackson took a seat, for once speechless. Alex left the room and Jackson focused on breathing. Jackson could get the phone back. Helen would never know.

Alex returned and was holding a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs. This was really not good.

“Wrist please,” said Alex, flatly. No no no, this is ridiculous.

“Alex. I won’t be able to—“ Jackson said desperately.

“Eh eh. Call me King Charles the Third. Wrist please,” Alex said.

“Wait— King Charles the Third, I—“ Jackson held his arms to his body tightly, but Alex grabbed his arm.

“Don’t pets listen to what they’re told? I was asking nicely,” said Alex, his voice now low and threatening.

Jackson shakily held out the wrist that Alex was holding. Alex clipped a cuff around it and pinched it tight. The metal was digging in, despite the fluffy decoration… Alex then yanked the cuffs, pulling Jackson onto his feet and down to the floor. Alex then secured the other cuff around a thick piece of metal on the radiator.

“King Charles the Third. Can I please make us dinner first?” Jackson tried again. If Jackson could just start helping Alex, Alex would see, Alex would realize how useful…

“Hmm...” Alex stood up, tapping his chin. “Tempting but no. Can’t have you spying on me, Bone Crusher.”

Jackson started, incredulously, “I’m not a spy—“

“That’s what a spy would say,” Alex said simply, smiling to himself. Alex raised his phone and the shutter sound went off. He took a picture of me? Jackson was suddenly conscious of his body. He didn’t even remember what he looked like. What if he sends it to Helen? Jackson felt numb.

“Nighty night,” said Alex.

“Goodnight?” Jackson replied instinctively, but before he even finished, Alex flicked off the light and closed the door.

Jackson’s head spun as he processed what had just happened. He lost his phone. His name was Bone Crusher? What the fuck. Alex, his new master, hated him. Alex was mean. He was chained here. What if Helen calls? What would she do if I didn’t pick up? He felt breathless at the thought of her activating the collar as a way of getting his attention. Would it be worse if she found out the phone had been taken? There was no way of knowing. What if I slowly waste away here, and then Helen comes back to find us both dead? Or worse, she finds me alive here, but him dead out there?

Jackson suddenly remembered the Goldfish. He’d dropped them without realizing, near the toilet. He stretched out and grabbed the bag with the tips of his fingers, and then brought them to his chest, hugging them close. What’s the point of having the medicine if you can’t fucking reach master if something happens? Jackson sighed. This was not going as planned. But hey... Jackson fished his fingers into the bag, past the Narcan dispenser... at least there were crackers in this package still.

Jackson lowered himself, trying to get comfortable. The tile floor was cold. He was still in the same t-shirt and shorts from the facility. He curled up. At least the cold was numbing. He let the crackers dissolve in his mouth as he listened to the muffled sounds of the TV outside.

#whump #bbu #box boy universe #box boys #tw slavery #tw electrocution #tw drug addiction #tw overdose #memory loss #hunger #helen is not a good person #don't be fooled #jackson is the snack that smiles back

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asdiirt · 4 years

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vaultiism / @vaultiism

jack had been there so many times by now, he practically knew the layout of the whole damn place. well, the parts that mattered, anyway—namely the ones leading up to nisha’s bedroom and other stupid essentials like the bathroom and hell, the kitchen if the need for a drink or .. whatever else arose. he knew the place well enough to know that the pair of eyes he’s met with when he makes it to the kitchen in order to do just that were something new, so either this kid snuck in there somehow or— there was something else at play he wasn’t getting.

for a moment he debates whether he should slowly back away, wake her and ask why the hell there’s a kid, sitting at the kitchen table, reading and eating cereal like it’s no big deal, but by the time said kid opens his mouth jack knows he’s probably meant to be there, anyway. sneaky— how he hadn’t seen him before is beyond him, but then again his eyes were only focused on one thing and one thing alone whenever he would stay over, anyway. and she was still very muchasleep. and probably unaware that jack had gotten up from the bed.

“ ‘sup—-kiddo.” is the first thing he can think of, having paused in his stride to grab the aforementioned drink, offering a small wave, before he realizes that wow, okay, maybe he shouldhave put more than just his boxers on. but that was before he knew that this kid also apparently lived there. for some reason nisha didn’t deem important enough to have him know. whatever.

“say, you—wanna uh, refresh my memory and tell me who you are again?”

clay didn’t know whether to balk or stay strong here. every instinct he’d had tells him he aught to play alpha dog here , protect his turf and his family - but he’d been working hard to break those instincts since coming here. nisha was scary , and she didn’t know her ass from her elbow when it came to being sisterly , or maternal , or whatever she was going for , but ... she’d done more for him in a few months than anyone’d done for him in his life. she deserved to have a normal kid under her roof , and he’d do what he could to give her that.

so telling him to fuck off was off the table. unfortunately. this guy reeked of sleaze and shitty cologne , but he was the one making his sister happy , so ... clay shrugged , shoving another spoonful of cereal in his mouth to buy time. his eyes scanned over the stranger a few times , taking him in somberly ; if there’s any plus to this situation , it’s that he knows exactly what he’s dealing with. could’ve probably gotten there with him clothed , too , but scars tell a lot about a person. this man seemed to have plenty.

“ who’re you ? “ he asks , as innocently as possible. some strange man come parading around his house , he’s entitled to a few questions. “ you come ‘round , like ... once a week these days. “

#[ so tumblr took away my option to trim posts idk whats goin on #[ tldr sorry for moving it ! i'm tryna figure out this #———— don't be mad 'cause i'm doing me better than you're doing you . ›› in character ˎˊ˗#siblings au tbt //#vaultiism

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mistymoonstorm · 7 years

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GMS Fanfiction - Jack/MC - Mistakes

Sorry for the long hiatus, you guys. My motivation really took a hit when I heard the news about GMS. But I'm still absolutely in love with these characters, and I'm not going to give up on them. There will be more fics, even if I can't say how long they'll take.

Thank you all for your patience. I'm sorry again for my lack of content.

I hope you guys enjoy this. I was a little concerned about posting it since I'm worried my writer's block will have also lowered the quality of my writing, but I wanted to share.

Moonlight glittered silver off of the glass panes of Guinevere’s apartment window, creating a glare that ensured Jack could not see into her world, no matter how long he squinted in vain.

He sighed, breath a whisper of fog in the darkness. He should not be here, despite how much the alcohol in his system was trying to convince him it was a good idea. There were a million ways this could go wrong, especially in his current state.

And he was in a bad state. If his ungraceful body had not been leant against the nearest tree, he may have slumped to the grass a long while ago.

At least he could take comfort in that. He could not hurt anyone like this, least of all her.

Tired frustration put a scowl on his face. The fact that he had not returned to the Moriarty estate two hours ago was a testament to how weak he was becoming.

He needed to go. If he remained here for much longer, James might decide he needed him. If he sent Sebastian to ‘collect’ him, and he was discovered beneath this particular window..

Well. James had a colorful imagination when it came to punishments. It would likely not end pleasantly for him.

Jack moved away from his support, irritation only growing when he stumbled over his own feet in the process. Perhaps the back roads would be better for returning home. If he were to meet anyone tonight, he may very well make a mess.

He was not looking forward to the scolding he would undoubtedly receive from James. It would take everything to hold his tongue and not unleash the sarcastic remarks building in his head even now.

A soft noise came from above. When he glanced, the branches of the tree he had been using as a sort of crutch were scraping over the surface of her window.

It truly was at a perfect height, that tree.

His fingers closed over a knot in the bark, as if he was already unconsciously ready for a climb. Jack felt himself frown, but he did not release his grasp.

It could not hurt to check on her, at least. If she had locked her window, like a good little girl, he would finally leave. His clumsy, drunken hands could not pick a lock even if he wanted them to.

It was surprisingly easy to swing himself up and onto the first sturdy branches, like muscle memory that he had yet to lose. Had he done a lot of tree-climbing, lately? His unclear mind was having a difficult time recalling.

Before he knew it, he was suspended at the top, peering into a dark room no longer shrouded by the moon’s glare. If he were to be seen, in this position, the unlucky passerby would most assuredly have questions.

Sometimes Guinevere left a light on through the night. He had yet to divine the reasoning behind this, but there was no light now. Just inky shadows and a spattering of silver over her bedding that had been cut through by his rather frightening silhouette outside.

She was sleeping, of course. It had to be close to midnight now, and if his memory served, she would be rehearsing tomorrow.

His hand fell to the base of her window. It was a strange, almost sickening mixture of emotions that gripped him when the glass slid up with almost no effort at all, uninhibited by the claws of a lock. Relief, disappointment, excitement, fear.

Jack moved into her apartment once the gap was wide enough, shutting the window behind him with the same care as when he’d opened it.

Guinevere did not stir. His confusing concoction of feelings only grew more complex.

Jack walked slowly to her bedside, his mind running a mile a minute. He had not thought this plan through at all, had he? He had expected to find her window secured and his entry barred, and now that he had been proven wrong, he was not entirely sure just what to do with himself.

He was frowning again. The alcohol was making it very difficult to keep up rational trains of thought, but he had to keep himself steady.

If not, he would dearly regret the consequences.

Something was sent clattering to the floor. Jack stilled immediately, his heart jumping into his throat.

He went cold as the subject of his attention finally began to wake up.

"-What?” Her voice was soft and low, sleepy confusion clear in the tone. An arm reached from beneath the covers, and suddenly they were bathed in the artificial golden light of her lamp.

Bleary eyes blinked at him, brows tightly knitted over them. He could practically see the cogs turning in her head.

It was clear the exact moment his presence registered. Her eyes flew wide, lips parting to release a startled gasp.

"Jack? What? How did you-” She did not scream, but she was becoming visibly more upset the more time passed.

Distressingly, her agitation only made his worse. His expression contorted, emotions blank in his intoxication. He didn’t want to see her upset.

Scarcely without even realizing what was happening, he moved closer, sitting heavily down onto the side of the bed next to her, gravity and his own weight working in tandem to betray him as he swayed.

Somehow his fingers ended up in her hair, rising and falling in a gentle, comforting stroking motion that surprised even him. She smelled absolutely wonderful, vanilla and spice and cinnamon from her favorite tea. His proximity to her calmed him far more than he had been expecting.

Guinevere had gone quiet several minutes prior, holding herself stiff as if guarded. Now, she seemed to relax ever so slightly. Perhaps she could smell the alcohol on him, or perhaps she was merely taking pity on the pathetic state she’d found him in.

Regardless, her acceptance made him feel conflicted. She should not feel safe with him, not at all. He had broken into her apartment in the middle of the night and practically accosted her in her sleep.

It was his turn to be stiff as she tentatively reached out to him, in an ironic and strange turn of events that baffled him and made his chest feel tight and hot.

"I’m sorry,” he murmured into her hair, his words bleeding together. He had so much he should have said to her, but he could enunciate none of it. From the chaotic mess, an apology was all he could manage.

Guinevere seemed to understand whatever it was he had been trying to get across. Not for the first time, he was stunned by the remarkable nature of this woman in situations like these.

"Do you want to talk?” she asked quietly. One of her hands was resting on his arm. It seemed as if he could feel the warmth of it through coat and shirt alike.

Something about her made his exhaustion return. His forehead landed on her shoulder. He no longer had the strength to hold himself up.

She may have said something else, but he was already too far gone. His eyes shut and his consciousness blew out like a feeble candle.

Jack awoke to a splitting headache and warmth all around him. At first, he was puzzled. Had he managed to make it home last night after all?

The warmth shifted, very much alive and not a bundle of blankets like he’d previously thought. Everything from the night before came back in a rush.

Blood rushed to the tips of his ears. He was lucky, truly, that Guinevere had not called the police on him for breaking an entry. He was not usually so careless.

And she had seen him at his most vulnerable. There was no one else alive who could say the same. Not even Sebastian and James.

At least if she had not shoved him off by now, she was most likely still asleep. Perhaps there was still time to salvage the rest of his dignity, after all.

Jack very carefully made to rise, and was quickly made aware of the fact that she was hugging onto him like one might a teddy bear or large dog. He exhaled, surprised. That would make this far harder.

Disregarding the pounding in his head and the blossoming sunlight burning holes into the corner of his vision, he disentangled himself from her embrace, checking frequently to see if she had arisen. It seemed luck was on his side that morning, as she remained asleep, her face tranquil and unbothered and her breaths faint and steady.

She was startlingly persistent with her unconscious cuddling. Jack filed away this new knowledge for later.

After he was free, he wasted no time in making his escape through her window, leaving no evidence that he had been there at all. He hoped sincerely that she would not remember him due to being half asleep herself.

He steadfastly ignored that small part of him that wanted her to remember.

For now, he would return to the Moriarty estate. If and when complications arose he would deal with them, but not a moment sooner. Now that he was not in any immediate danger of discovery, he allowed himself to smirk, crimson eyes flickering mischievously in the orange of the sunrise. After all, no matter how much James would like to have been in his position, he had not, and he never would be.

Though he could not reveal this information for fear of retribution, being able to hold something over the insufferably arrogant man’s head in secret was more than enough.

End

#guard me sherlock #jack stillman #jack's unreleased route #jack the ripper #alcohol (mentioned)#fluff #jack being bad with feelings #actual romance this time #ignore that someone literally got murdered in the last fic #this one's cute #i swear

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Behave

Author: afangirlsplaylist

Rating: Explicit

Chapter: 1/1 Word count: 3,252

Summary: Prompted by THIS. AU - Link has come out and he’s finally sick of the sexual tension his hot and supposedly straight best friend has been putting him through. It’s about time for some follow through.

Warnings: Smut and everything that goes with that, Dub-con (sort of), D/S undertones, a little alcohol drinking.

Notes: Not a huge amount of plot for this one. Wrote this one shot as a warm up for the serials sitting in my drafts. 1000000% fictional.

Read it on archiveofourown

It wasn’t a big deal when Link came out. Rhett knew his friend too well to be overly surprised and the crew wasn’t fazed. Stevie practically celebrated the news, high-fiving a blushing Link when she heard.

Of course telling the Mythical Beasts was a whole other story. There was a fair amount of expected backlash, but it didn’t surprise them to find that the majority of fans were supportive. The shipping niche of the fandom, in particular, were very vocal about what the two of them could do with the information, the increase in suggestive comments making Link a little fidgety with discomfort. Rhett himself had seen enough screen caps of the two of them floating down the Tumblr dash on Jen’s computer to have questions of his own, although he was never conceited enough to voice them.

Given the tension, he supposed he could’ve been a little more sensitive to his friend’s feelings. He could’ve reigned himself in several notches during the touchier wheel endings or bit his tongue when the urge for innuendos arose, but he didn’t. His playful nature won out every time, resulting in Link sitting squarely in his lap for another wheel ending that didn’t call for it.

“Why did I have to be on your lap for this?” Link grumbled.

“Because you’re my patient Link.” Rhett joked. “I gotta save your life.”

The room erupted in light chuckles but Link’s died quickly, his body freezing in place as Rhett adjusted his knee and unwittingly rolled his crotch a little more firmly against his ass. Shooting him a deeply serious look, Link quickly slipped off Rhett’s lap and reclaimed his seat, tugging at his collar to compose himself.

“Welcome to Good Mythical More.” Link plowed on.

It wasn’t long before Rhett was able to dismiss the small moment, as Link was the picture of innocence throughout ‘more. He steepled his fingers and rested his chin on them as if he was carefully contemplating what Rhett had to say, speaking very little himself. It was one of the many times in their lives that Rhett would miss the dangerous glint behind the polite facade, the kind that would usually result in a fight.

Signaling to Stevie that they had enough footage, Link called a cut on the episode, already halfway across the room before he noticed Rhett wasn’t following. “You coming?”

Rhett raised an eyebrow but followed, his long legs walking quickly to keep up. “You in a rush to get to lunch or something?”

Not bothering to reply, Link held the door open for Rhett as they reached their office, letting him go ahead.

They had barely heard the lock click on the door before Link reached up and grabbed Rhett by his hair, pulling him down for a sharp, wet kiss. Startled, Rhett didn’t have time to respond, still feeling dazed as Link pulled away from his mouth.

“That’s for grinding on me.” Link said with satisfaction.

“I don’t rig the wheel man. What are you doing?” Rhett argued.

Link simply answered his excuse with another kiss, this one so rough and enthusiastic it made Rhett flail, clawing at Link’s shoulder until his body stilled and he gave into it. He knew he could push Link off at any time, but there was something about Link’s talented lips and the fierce look in his eyes that stopped him.

“Look buddy roll.” Link drawled, peeling his lips off Rhett’s again. “You’re my best friend - but keep playing with me and I will fuck you.”

“You wouldn’t - “ Rhett cut himself off with a gasp as he felt Link reach down and squeeze his dick through his jeans.

“I wouldn’t what Rhett?“ Link growled.

“Okay.” Rhett squeaked. “I’ll stop.”

Humming thoughtfully as he considered that, Link’s hand began to playfully paw at the front of Rhett’s pants with teasing rubs. "You gonna behave and stop starting something you can’t finish on camera?”

Biting his lip, Rhett fought to resist the small moan that threatened to escape as he spoke. “I’ll behave.”

“Good.” Link smirked, promptly releasing Rhett’s crotch. “You wanna take our lunch break in a half hour?”

Thrown off by the change of topic, Rhett blinked. “Yeah sounds good. I’m just… Gonna go to the bathroom.”

Link made no comment but his grin widened wickedly as Rhett hurried out of the room, determined not to let Link see the bulge that had begun to fill out his jeans. Thankful to find his path free of employees, he threw open the door of the nearest bathroom, peering around the empty room and open stalls until he was sure he was alone.

Taking a cubicle, he palmed himself roughly through his jeans until he couldn’t handle the pressure anymore, finally shoving them down along with his underwear. Sighing in relief he wrapped a hand around his girth and stroked himself feverishly, dry humping his fist until there was enough precum to slick up his hand.

He tried to pretend he wasn’t replaying what had just happened in his head multiple times, and he tried to pretend it wasn’t his best friend that had reduced him to a horny teenager. He also tried to pretend that jacking off in the studio wasn’t turning him on, and that he wasn’t imagining Link’s slender hand on his cock rather than his own. He failed on all counts.

Cumming with a quiet grunt, he pressed a hand to the wall for support as his knees buckled and his ragged breathing slowed. Usually, he would bask in the glow of the moment, but this time he cleaned off and left the room hastily. It was as if by immediately destroying the evidence of the event itself he could make it so it never happened, along with the feelings that came with it.

He avoided Link’s gaze when he returned to their office, focusing a little too intensely on his screen. It didn’t help matters when Link proceeded to take their lunch break to enjoy a banana, a fruit Rhett knew his friend didn’t even like. He glared every time Link’s tongue lingered on a piece of the fruit as if every taste Link took was sending a bitter sample of his own medicine back at him. Link looked at him as if daring him to say something about it, but Rhett didn’t give him the satisfaction.

It was typical of their relationship that they didn’t say or do anything more about what had happened after that. In fact, the only acknowledgment either of them made was the effort Rhett put into keeping things from getting too awkward or touchy on the show from then on. Somehow he actually managed that for several episodes, but it was inevitable that he’d eventually slip up again, just when he’d almost forgot about Link’s warning.

They were both shirtless for a challenge when he’d brushed his hand over Link’s chest, flicking across a nipple for a brief second. Fortunately for him, the camera angle completely missed the dark shadow that fell over Link’s face, and the mic missed the way Rhett’s breath hitched as he realized he may have screwed up.

But then Link seemed to shake it off, at least until the watchful cameras were turned off and the set lights went dark. It was then that he felt Link rise from the desk and move behind him, gripping his shoulder.

“I’m coming to your place tonight.” Link said, his voice dangerous and low enough for only Rhett to hear. “Send everyone home and get in your car.”

It didn’t occur to Rhett to ignore him or take offense to being ordered into his own car. He simply did what Link wanted, encouraging the crew to follow Link’s lead out of the studio. It took him a surprisingly short time to lock up after that, as he questioned why he was so eager to get to whatever was about to happen.

He found Link leaning against his car in the car park, totally engrossed in his phone and looking for all the world as if he’d known he wouldn’t be kept waiting long. He grinned and gave nothing away as Rhett approached, killing all chance of immediate answers. He was still tight-lipped after they’d slipped into Rhett’s car.

They drove in that silence for a while, letting the hum of the engine fill the quiet until Link finally spoke up. “So what’d I say the other day?”

Momentarily confused about what Link was talking about, Rhett was very quickly reminded when he felt a hand trailing a path over his thigh.

“What did I say, Rhett?” Link repeated.

“You told me not to tease you.” Rhett gulped, gripping the wheel tighter.

Link nodded in satisfaction. “I told you what would happen if you did too.” He added, now rubbing his hand along the top of Rhett’s waistband

Between that and Link’s hot breath in his ear, he had to will his blood not to rush to his dick when Link started kissing up and down a spot under his ear. He struggled to focus on the road as he surrendered to his throbbing need, and had just started to enjoy the sweet torture when Link’s hands and lips were off him again.

“I’ll deal with you when we get to your house.” Link promised.

Lamenting the fact that he couldn’t turn and wreck Link’s face with his mouth for that, he may or may not have pushed the speed limit in his hurry to get home. He was still a turned on mess by the time they’d pulled up at his house, bounding out of the car like kids getting out of bed on Christmas day.

They never bothered to invite each other inside whenever they visited each other’s houses anymore, so Rhett followed Link in, barely making it off the very public doorstep before Link commenced his assault.

They made out enthusiastically for a few minutes, their awkward dance of lust leading them to the lounge. Rhett almost tripped as Link pushed him onto the couch, shoving him back into it when he tried to lean forward and capture Link’s mouth again. “Stay there.” Link warned.

He found pleasure in the disappointed moan that escaped Rhett’s mouth as he left the room, sauntering towards the kitchen. To prolong it he purposely took his time pouring two shots of whiskey, watching Rhett’s gaze flicker between the amber liquid and his body when he re-entered the lounge.

Balancing both glasses in his hands he walked over and draped his legs either side of Rhett’s thighs, sinking onto his lap. As he skilfully downed his own shot in one he was very aware that Rhett’s lusty eyes were glued to his neck, following a spot of whiskey dripping down his throat. Leaning forward, he placed a hand behind Rhett’s head and brought the other shot to his mouth. “Drink up.”

Noticing Rhett’s hesitation he decided to reassure him

“You’re gonna need it for what I’m gonna do to you brother.” Link said huskily. “I won’t let you forget anything.”

Rhett shivered a little but obediently opened his mouth, allowing Link to tip the shot in. His lips were still wet with whiskey when Link swiped his tongue across them, tasting the alcohol and desire.

“Damn Link.“ Rhett groaned. “You always been like this?”

Link laughed, putting the empty glasses aside before settling himself in his lap seat more fully. “You know that night in college when Gregg was away for the weekend and I went out without you? I came home with a guy that night and you know what I did?“

Link leaned in and whispered the next words in Rhett’s ear. “I fucked him in my bed while you were sleeping.”

Rhett’s eyes widened at the dirty language issuing from his friend’s mouth, holding onto every foul word.

“I had to gag him with my shirt and hold him down to keep him waking you up.” Link continued.

Letting out a pained whine, Rhett’s hands flew out to Link’s ass, grabbing at it needily. “Gosh, why couldn’t you wake me up?”

“You jealous I fucked some other guy?” Link asked, rocking his ass against Rhett’s large hands. "Or are you upset there are things you didn’t know about me?”

Rhett’s only answer was to palm Link’s cheeks harder and mouth at his neck like it was an oasis he’d found in a desert. The delicious feeling of Link grinding against his now painfully hard lap was officially the greatest torment he’d ever experienced, giving him some relief but never enough. He almost screamed when Link slid off his lap until Link started to tug the zipper of his jeans down.

Stepping out of his jeans so he was standing in only his shirt and briefs Link stepped forward, silently inviting Rhett to pull him out the rest of the way. Rhett took the hint, hooking his thumbs in Link’s waistband and easing the briefs down. Even as he pulled out his prize Rhett felt himself blushing and looking away, as if seeing that part of his friend suddenly felt indecent.

“You wanted to touch.” Link scolded, grabbing Rhett’s hand and bringing it to his cock. “So touch.”

His cheeks still a little pink, Rhett took in his first sight of his friend hard and warm in his hand. It was strange to think that the hardness he was feeling was all for him, almost as strange as the response he could feel straining against his own pants. It would have been a little frightening if the man he was feeling it for hadn’t been Link.

Feeling bolder, he wrapped his hand more firmly around Link and started stroking, getting used to the feeling. “You’re big.” He noted.

“You aren’t the only one of us that can be big.” Link teased.

Rhett squeezed him hard enough to make him yelp for that comment before tender stroking his thumb over the tip to make up for it.

“Take your shirt off.” Link said lustily.

More than willing to do anything that might give him some relief, Rhett ripped his shirt up and over his head, before returning to his task without missing a beat. He knew he must have been doing something right judging from the sounds he was drawing out of Link’s mouth, so he stroked harder and faster. Spotting precum leaking from the tip he unconsciously licked his lips, inching his mouth closer. This didn’t go un-noticed by Link, who pushed himself closer until his cock was almost rubbing on Rhett’s lips.

“I want you to look at me when you suck it. Need to see you.” Link said, need finally trickling into his voice.

Staring up at the sincerity on Link’s face Rhett obliged, looking him in the eyes as his tongue snaked out to meet his cock. He began with little licks and kisses as he got used to the sensation, which quickly turned into french kisses and light sucks on the head. Eventually, he managed to take some of the length down his throat, bobbing his head just a little.

“That’s it.” Link keened, affectionately stroking Rhett’s hair and letting him take in as much as he could handle. “You’re so good.”

He threw his head back in ecstasy at the sight of Rhett sucking him off, taking him in deeper and deeper until he was almost deep throating him. The visual was just about as good as the feeling of Rhett’s mouth itself, the tight heat bringing him close to the edge. When he felt the pleasure getting too much he placed a hand on Rhett’s chest, nudging him off.

“Lay back baby.” Link breathed.

Rhett slowly lowered himself onto his back before Link was on him again, moving his hands down Rhett’s body to stroke his lower stomach. Rhett tried to move further up the couch to force Link’s hands’ closer to where he wanted them, but Link dug his nail into the sides of Rhett’s waist to keep him in place.

Link sat on his heels to unbutton and throw off his shirt before giving Rhett what he wanted him what he wanted, sliding Rhett’s jeans off. Moving up to kiss some of Rhett’s anxiety away, he trailed his hands and mouth all the way down to Rhett’s thighs, easing them apart with his hands.

“I don’t want to stop but I gotta get you lube.” Link warned.

“Use your mouth." Rhett begged, pressing a hand against Link’s to stop him leaving.

More than happy to do that Link sucked two fingers into his mouth, running them against the leaking slit of his cock for added measure. He brought them to the cleft of Rhett’s ass and carefully inched one past the ring of resistance, enjoying the feeling of Rhett’s body writhing beneath him.

Working the finger in and out until it slid in easily he added a second, waiting for Rhett to adjust before he started fucking him with them. “You gonna admit you’re gay for me?”

Rhett opened his mouth for a smart retort before Link’s finger slammed against his prostate, killing all coherent thought.

“Yeah you are.” Link drawled, twisting his fingers and slamming into the spot again.

Sensing when Rhett was open enough for him he pulled out and licked at his fingers, serving the dual purpose of tasting Rhett and slicking them up further. Looking down at the open hole waiting for him he pumped his cock a few times before positioning himself between Rhett’s cheeks. “You ready?”

Rhett’s responded by wriggling forward, desperately trying to close the final inches between their bodies. Link took pity and lifted Rhett’s legs to rest either side of his waist.

“I don’t want you to fake being macho, if it hurts you have to tell me. I’m serious.” Link warned.

"Just do it already would you?” Rhett whined.

Pushing forward, Link inched himself inside, watching his length disappear until it was buried completely. The sudden pain and fullness were unlike anything Rhett had ever felt before, so intense that he almost didn’t notice Link easing out of him, preparing to start moving.

Clutching the couch’s armrest Rhett braced himself, half expecting to be pounded into oblivion once Link found his rhythm. He was surprised when Link took him deep, loving and slow, their bodies sliding smoothly across the fabric of the couch with every thrust. It was far more intimate and punishing than anything Link could’ve done by taking him fast, hitting parts of his body and soul he didn’t know existed.

"More. Please.” Rhett pleaded, his long arms failing to grab onto Link’s hips.

“Sssh, we’ll have that some other time Just take this.” Link said gently, rocking his hips in a way that Rhett could feel somewhere near his stomach.

Sliding out as he sensed their approaching release, Link got his hand around Rhett’s cock, stroking him until they both came like they lived their lives - together and fiercely. Rhett came hard over his stomach when the sensations got too much, while his noises sent Link over the edge with him. They were still taking shaky, gasping breaths when they fell into each other in a spent mess.

“Love you.” Link mumbled.

Rhett waited for a second, expecting the ‘brother’ he was used to Link tacking onto the end of that sentence, but it never came.

“Love you too.” He said with a smile.

Notes: *blushes and covers face* well that was dirty.

#rhink #rhink fanfiction

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