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Draco’s whore & Konig’s baby

ACCOUNT WARNING: contains heavy smut, and nsfw stories.

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summary: Cuddling your best mate in order to sleep is not weird at all… (8th year universe)

WARNING(s): slight angst? pinning Theo Nott and lowkey oblivious Draco Malfoy, because of course, Draco is a river in Egypt, Theo gets annoyed

pairing: Draco Malfoy x Theodore Nott

Draco had not really thought about the first time he slipped into Theo’s bed in their shared dorm. He just simply had a bad dream, and Theo’s warmth brought him comfort, took him away from the nightmares of the war that left him cold and sweaty.

But after that, he couldn’t stand to sleep without him. Because he knew if he slept without him, his mind would take the chance to give him the worst nightmare, Theo was like a protective charm.

But Theo was growing more and more frustrated with the fact that in the calm silent night, Draco was his to hold, but as soon as it was daytime Draco acted like all was normal. It wasn’t normal to Theo, it was anything but.

The first time Draco slipped into Theo’s bed, it was in the beginning of the school year. He had woken up in a cold sweat, nightmares of the war and Voldemort sending him on high alert as he woke up. He sat up in his bed, his heart racing, as he tried to stay as silent as possible, listening, preparing for something to happen. He took a chance at looking over at the clock,

2:27am

He pulled himself out of bed, the cold floor hitting his feet momentarily causing him to lose his breath.

He walked to their bathroom which was a nice plus about their dorm. He took hold of the back of his shirt pulling it over his head, and throwing it to the ground. He turned the faucet on, splashing his face with cold water. Leaning his hands against the counter as he looked himself in the mirror. Before he talked himself into being too tired, he began to take the rest of his clothes off, turning the shower on. When the room began to steam he stepped into the shower, taking a deep breath of relief when the hot water hit his body.

Once he was out of the shower, his hair damp, face flushed, and a pair of sweats on he began to walk back into his and Theo’s shared room. Just as he was about to climb into his bed he stopped. Staring down at the ruffled sheet at which had made him feel like he was suffocating. He shivered when the air from the window flew in.

He began to walk over to Theo’s bed, he was calmly sprawled out on his huge bed, which surely could fit one more. He stood there for a second, debating, watching Theo’s chest rise and fall.

Without letting himself think twice, he climbed into Theo’s bed, getting under the covers and immediately sighing at the warmth radiating from Theo.

This was the one time he was glad Theo was a deep sleeper. He tried to make himself comfortable without getting too close to Theo. But Theo just radiated such body heat it was pulling Draco in. It took all of 20 minutes for Draco to slowly shift so close to Theo that he could feel his breath tickling his skin.

Draco was nearly asleep when he felt Theo move, and he tried to stay as still as possible, freezing and trying to keep his breath shallow. He could feel Theo pull back as if trying to see who was in his bed, his hand patting Draco’s damp hair. That same hand carelessly flung over Draco’s bare stomach as Theo began to go back to sleep.

When they both woke up in the morning, limbs tangled together, they didn’t speak a word about it. Not until that night when Draco realized what he had done to himself.

Theo was reading some sort of book, Draco had just gotten out of the shower he’d taken after quidditch. He walked out in a Slytherin quidditch hoodie, and grey sweats. His hair damp, and his face tinged pink. Theo paid no mind, reading his book like he normally did before he went to sleep.

10:17pm,

Is what the clock read. Draco sighed pulling his hands down his face, dreading to get into his bed where he knows he’ll wake again from a nightmare. His bed still was untouched from the night before, black and green sheets ruffled.

Theo’s bed was a lot more inviting, dark blue comforter and sheets. His bed was a lot more bigger than Draco’s, calling dibs when they first moved in. Draco’s was a queen, at most. And Theo’s being a full California king.

“Dray?” He jumped out of his skin, trailing his eyes to Theo who had now put his book on his nightstand sitting up in bed looking at him.

“You alright?” Draco hadn’t realized he kind of just been standing at the entry of the bathroom, overlooking the room.

“Yeah, yea I’m alright” He spoke, a soft lull to his voice. He awkwardly stood there for a second debating whether he should ask Theo if he could sleep in his bed, or just sleep in his and take whatever nightmare would be next.

Instead of doing either, he just walked up to Theo’s bed, Theo watched intently the side of his mouth raising in amusement. Draco just stood there in silence, frozen in place as his mind ran a million different ways.

Theo snorted, bringing his comforter up in a way to invite Draco to lay down, Draco nearly moaned at the feeling of warm air hitting him. He slowly got under the covers, goosebumps spreading his skin in satisfaction. He kinda just laid there all awkwardly, staying at still as possible. Until Theo pulled him in close, arm slung over his lower back and his leg between two of Draco’s.

Draco’s breaths became soft and calm, hitting Theo’s neck in a lulling way. Draco did not know what this meant, nor did he know how he was supposed to feel but all he cared about in the moment was the comfort he felt.

The two boys have always been rather affectionate towards each other growing up. Whether that be holding hands as kids, or leaning their head on each other’s shoulder. As they got older and realized not many of their friends were not like that, they began to stop being so touchy. But they did occasionally hold each other’s hand under the table or make sure their thighs were completely touching.

But this type of affection was on a whole new level. And yet it made them both feel a type of fuzzy way. They had undeniable tension simmering between them. But, Theo was a lot more open than Draco. Thats how Theo ended up at a party, watching Draco snog a girls face off.

“Could you make it anymore noticeable that you’re in love with him?” Pansy whispered, warning him he was making it indeed very noticeable.

“I guess so, since Dray can’t take a hint” Theo expressed, a cold tone to his voice.

“Teddy, you have to be understanding here, he grew up being told all the wrong things-“

“So did I? And I’m still able to come to terms, hell I’ve been on the terms since we were little Pans.” Theo cut her off, his voice showing the hurt he felt. Biting the inside of his cheek as to not cry, this was not the place to be crying.

“Everyone’s different Teddy, he’ll come around. I bet you he won’t even be able to do anything much further with that girl tonight. He’ll be crawling back into bed with you, untouched.” She said, and she was completely right.

Theo had already taken a shower, brushed his teeth, and got into bed before Draco arrived. He was praying to Merlin Draco would just go to his own bed, he did not feel like blocking his emotions away.

But, Merlin was not on his side tonight. He heard Draco’s footsteps trail to his bed, stopping and then soft thumps of his shoes being thrown off heard in the silent room.

He was going to pretend like he was asleep, until his nose got intruded by a strong female scent.

“Fucking hell Draco were you fucking a flower” Theo grumbled throwing his blanket over his nose in annoyance.

“I didn’t fuck anyone, why do you think I’m back so early” he grumbled, getting under the sheets.

“Oh that’s right, you were just snogging her the whole night” Theo drawled dryly, rolling his eyes.

“The fuck is up with you Teddy” the name tipped Theo off even more

“Don’t fucking call me that” he sneered, throwing his head into his pillow to make the perfume scent go away. Draco’s hand latched onto his shoulder trying to turn him.

“What’s up with you” he whispered, he sounded hurt and it made Theo want to vomit.

“Nothing, I’m tired. Go to sleep.” Theo mumbled into the pillow shrugging off Draco’s hand.

He could hear Draco shuffling around, taking off his shirt, and then his sweats, throwing both across the room. This took away the unbearable floral scent that lingered on him. After a while, Draco was silent, body still. But he couldn’t sleep, not when Theo was mad at him.

“Teddy please look at me,” he begged, his voice cracking. “I didn’t sleep with her, I couldn’t I-“ his voice broke off into the silence, unable to explain himself.

“Why do you think I care? You could have fucked her and I wouldn’t have gave a shit” Theo finally sat up, anger boiling in his body.

“That’s not- I’m trying to tell you I couldn’t do it” Draco stuttered

“Ok? And what? Sad you didn’t get your dick wet, and now you have to sleep with blue balls” Theo spat, and Draco flinched. Theo regretted it as soon as he saw the hurt in Draco’s eyes.

The moonlight made Draco’s pale complexion look angelic, his blue eyes glossing over. Theo’s eyes immediately softened, focused on Draco’s face.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that- I just… I’m a little upset” Theo whispered, digging the heel of his hands into his eyes.

“I couldn’t do it, I physically got ill, like my body refused against her. It rejected her, and all I could think about was coming back to you” Draco slowly confessed, Theo listened, a confused look on his face.

“Why?” Theo asked, his heart rate speeding up.

“I just- it didn’t feel right… I felt so bad I just left her there. Her perfume was making my head hurt, and I just wanted to be in your bed so your smell overpowered it. I couldn’t stand her hands, they were small and cold, her nails felt like knives. I just wanted your hands, yours are big and soft, and warm-“ Theo watched in silence as Draco went on about how all he wanted was Theo.

“What- what are you saying right now” Theo whispered

“I don’t know-“ Draco’s voice was at loss

Before he could say much more, Theo reached his hand out and took Draco’s face into his hand. He was hesitant, leaning in slowly, wondering if maybe this was all a misunderstanding. That was until Draco got to it first, practically jumping on him and connecting their lips. Theo was thrown back by Draco’s force, causing his back to hit the bed. Draco was now on top of him his hands cupping Theo’s face in desperation.

By the time they pulled away, their faces were flushed, legs were tangled together, and their lips were swollen. They both stared at each other, breaths finally shallowing.

Draco flinched when Theo burst into laughter, his shocked face slowly turning into a grin. Theo was clutching his stomach, his face lit up with his smile. Draco let out a breathless chuckle his face falling in between Theo’s neck and shoulder. The feel of Draco’s lips against Theo’s neck sent shivers down his back.

Draco took his time, taking in Theo’s scent that put his mind at ease. Theo’s hand pulled the smaller strands of blonde hair from Draco’s face, combing his hair.

And they fell asleep just like that.

7:45am

When Draco woke up the next morning Theo was already gone, Draco grumbled, looking over at the clock.

He had to be in class by 8:30, not to mention he has to eat food in the great hall before that.

He ran his hands down his face in despair, stumbling out of Theo’s bed in silent protest. His body immediately shivering from the loss of the warm sheets. He dragged his feet to their shared walk in closet, he clothed himself while closing his eyes still nearly half asleep.

Once he was ready, and cleaned up, not anymore half asleep, he walked out the door. Once he made it to the great hall, everyone was mostly there. He walked over to the Slytherin table stealing a seat next to Theo, Blaise and Pansy straight across from them.

“Aw! Good morning sunshine” Blaise snickered, Draco grumbled back taking a piece of toast from Theo’s plate.

“Excuse you?” Theo drawled, side eyeing Draco as he ate the toast.

“What? You never eat your toast” Draco says confidently, which shuts Theo up.

“That girl last night blow your world or what?” Blaise said grinning, Draco raised an eyebrow in question. Pansy snickered, looking far too happy for 7 in the morning.

“Sure did” mumbled Theo, Draco whipped his head to Theo his eyebrows furrowed together. Acting all big and bad when he was the one who fucking couldn’t pull through with the kiss.

“For your information Blaise, I did not get with that girl” Draco drawls, a smug look on his face.

Pansy let out a loud ‘ha!’ followed by a snort, Draco turned his attention to her, an eyebrow raised.

“Something funny pans?” Theo asked innocently

Pansy just shrugged, and then winked at Theo with a smug look. Draco look astonished, jaw dropped as his eyes moved between the two.

“You told her didn’t you?” Draco said, taking another bite of his (or Theo’s) toast.

“What?! No! She’s the one who predicted it” Theo laughed at Draco’s face.

“Predicted what? Guys what’s going on” Blaise asked throwing his hands up in confusion.

Blaise then went silent, watching the two boys in front of him. And then realization dawned on him.

“Oh… you know what- hell yea”

Both Draco and Theo snorted and burst into laughter, causing the table to look at them but they couldn’t care less.

💙💙💙💙

For anyone who has felt unbelievable defeat, I feel for you deeply. Anyone who has experienced SA, I feel for you on a whole other level. It’s not just politics. It HURTS knowing someone who us woman are terrified of in our daily life, has now become our president. Disgusting.

I love you all :):

Need an older man in my life rn at this very moment NOWWWWW.

that’s all I have to say, thanks.

Summary: Simon comes home from a mission and is in shambles. And you comfort him. That’s it basically.

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x Fem!Reader

WARNING(s): soft!reader, mean!simon mentioned but not here, nothing but love.

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You knew Simon from head to toe, left side of brain to right. It does not matter how hard he tried to push you away, you’ll always be there. Not only because you love him so dearly but as well as the fact that you know he isn’t trying to push you away. He’s just scared of the love he thinks he doesn’t deserve.

He can never push you away. Ever.

He had just gotten back from a long mission, dirt and grime clinging onto his body. When he walked in he ignored you on the couch, and rushed to the bathroom. He was in there for about an hour.

When he walked out in a towel, he looked over at you his hands stretching out and fisting. You took notice of it, it was something he did when his mind was too much for him, too many thoughts in his head so he felt like he was suffocating.

He walked into your guys’ shared room, and a few minutes later he was back out in just some sweats.

He just now realized how clean your guys’ apartment looks, and how clean it smelt. Looking around and taking in the calm environment, deeply contrasting to the one he was in before. A candle was lit on the kitchen island, the one you’ve always lit about half an hour before he got home so it already weaved its smell throughout the apartment. The one you got every time you went to the store, because it was your favorite scent, one you’ve stuck to for years.

The floors were shiny, must’ve mopped them. He can see where his dirty boots messed up the cleanliness. Just like how his mess of a self is after you, his war stricken body, contaminating the soft and pure soul that belongs to you.

You were sat on the couch, eating your favorite snack while you watched that stupid tv show you loved so much. He thought it was stupid and drama filled, but you adored it.

He didn’t know what to do with himself, he felt disconnected from his body watching a vile human contaminate a beautiful home.

His dirty clothes were still on the bathroom floor, laid there in all the filth they linger. He was too sick to his stomach to even look at them. He already threw up when he was taking them off.

“Si?” Your soft voice nearly knocked the wind out of him, he whipped back around from looking at the bathroom door.

There you stood right in front of him, pajamas clung to your plush and soft body. Face looking freshly cleaned, hair just a little damp, lips glossy with chapstick.

He looked down at you, and all he could think about was how much he loved you, but also how much he didn’t deserve you.

You were an angel sent from heaven, he doesn’t understand how he landed into your arms. And you never gave up on him, no matter how much he tried pushing you away.

You stood there, looking up at him. All you could think about was how much you missed him, and how much you loved him.

You knew what he was doing, you could tell in the motions of his hands and fingers. In the way he stood, and the gleam in his eyes.

“I love you” you whispered, that’s when he broke.

He nearly made you trip and fall when he engulfed you in his arms.

“Simon!” You squeal as he picks you up walking to the room.

He gets on the bed, still holding you tight. His face hidden in the crook of your neck. He pulled the blankets over the two of you, trying to make sure you don’t disappear out of his arms.

His nose nuzzles into your neck, you hear his sharp intake of breath and sniffle and it nearly breaks you.

“I love you so much, i don’t deserve you. You do so much for me, even when i was an ass to you. You still stuck by my side. And I’m forever fucking grateful for you baby” he whispered through a wavering voice.

“Si…” you whisper, your hands raising to hold the back of his head.

“I love you too, and you do deserve that.” You commanded in such a sweet tone it almost didn’t sound commanding.

He soaked up the scent of you, that always brought him such warmth and calmness. His tears mix in with the water droplets from his hair.

He pulls away, and his eyes are red and he looks so sad the gleam in his eyes making you sob.

“Simon…”

He doesn’t say anything he just kisses you, tasting the chapstick you’ve worn since you’ve first got together. He doesn’t pull away until he needs air. He lays his head on your chest, the sound of your heartbeat lulling him to sleep as you brush your hands through his damp hair.

The house as still as ever, the soft sound of your show still on in the living room the only sound to be heard in the house. As well as his soft snores.

You do love him deeply, and he deserves it more than anyone in this world.