#chapter 3 | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

thatsmzbitchtoyou · 20 hours

Text

The Temptation Chapter 3

This is a short chapter...Priest!Bucky Warnings: eventual smut; religion (yes it's a warning); mentions of past sexual assault

The day after Christmas Y/N snuck into the church quietly. It was late and she didn’t want to risk running into Bucky. She skirted around the edges of the area as nuns walked around, cleaning up after Mass the day before. She managed to get one nun’s attention.

“Excuse me, Sister, um, are confessionals being held tonight?”

“Yes, they are, both Fathers are here tonight,” the Sister smiled at her.

“Okay, uh, could you tell me which one Father Richards is in,” Y/N felt like she was shaking as she asked.

“He’s in…oh, he should be in that one on the far end. I don’t think anyone is in there now.”

“Thank you.”

Y/N walked over to the farthest confessional room, tapping on the door a few times to make sure no one was in there before entering. As she shut the door behind her and settled on the uncomfortable seat she sighed, waiting for the telltale noise of the screen moving so that the priest could hear her. There was a scraping noise and a rattle, and she could hear the sound of breathing on the other side.

“Bless me Father, for I have sinned,” Y/N immediately started.

Bucky nearly choked as he heard her voice. He looked over, being able to slightly see who was in the box even though they couldn’t see him. There she was, looking apprehensive and jittery. He cleared his throat.

“What troubles you?” he asked, trying to make his voice sound different. He wasn’t sure why he did this.

“Father Richards? You sound…different, are you alright?”

And there was his reason. She wanted to talk to Richards, not him. He knew this was a lie, but felt compelled to keep up the ruse. “Forgive me, I’ve been battling a cold for a while.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I hope you feel better soon,” Y/N rattled off, very little care in her tone. Bucky smiled at that. “Um…I’ve been having impure thoughts lately.”

“Impure thoughts?” Bucky ventured.

“Yes, about someone that I shouldn’t be having them about.”

“And may I ask who you’re thinking about?” Bucky didn’t need to be asking this, Father Richards would probably have not asked, but he needed to know.

“It’s about…Father Barnes.” Bucky let out a quick breath. He was feeling elated, pure ecstasy flowing through every limb. “And I know I shouldn’t be feeling this way, thinking these things. He’s a priest for Christ’s sake…oh God I’m sorry! I mean gosh! Ugh,” she grunted in frustration.

“I see,” Bucky kept his voice low, trying to sound less than interested. “And how long have you been having these thoughts?”

“8 months,” she breathed, rubbing her face with her hands. “I’m trying so hard not to. No offense but I hate coming here, so I never do, and yet somehow we keep running into each other. I was just wanting, needing, a friend, and it very quickly morphed into this sick, twisted thing that I don’t know how to stop. I feel like I can’t trust myself. And then Sister Carter called me his temptation, a Jezebel–”

“She called you a what?” Bucky seethed, somewhat keeping up with the facade.

Y/N sighed heavily, a hard sniff coming from her on the other side. “A Jezebel. That bitch…sorry,” Y/N sounded exhausted and exasperated. “That’s what Father…I mean, someone else called me a long time ago, and now I’m just…I don’t even know why I’m doing this.”

Bucky tried to regain control of his rage as he vowed to give Sister Carter a verbal beating. “I’m sorry she said that to you, that was wrong of her. You are not either of those things.”

Y/N scoffed. “Aren’t I, though? She said she sees the way I look at him, the way he looks at me.”

“What did you mean when you said you can’t trust yourself?” Bucky reverted to her earlier statement.

“Oh…awkward,” Y/N huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, I uh, I’m afraid of being left alone with him. Not that he would hurt me or vice versa, just that, if given the chance, I wouldn’t say no.”

Bucky palmed himself through his pants. Listening to this was torture, sweet, delicious torture. “I understand,” he cleared his throat again. “So you want him…sexually?”

“Desperately,” Y/N whispered.

Bucky’s head tipped back as he absentmindedly reached into his pants. He was definitely going to hell now. Jerking off to a confessional? He hadn’t touched himself in years, and it felt too good to stop now. “What are these thoughts you’ve been having?”

“That seems kind of personal, Father,” Y/N sounded dubious.

“You’re right, but I need to understand the level of impurity so I can help you…” Bucky slowly stroked himself, biting back a moan.

“Um…well, just, things of a sexual nature. Him having me in some, inappropriate places, in inappropriate ways. Like the altar,” She sighed. “Me taking him to my favorite places I’ve traveled…having fun on a beach in Bora Bora.”

Bucky bit his lip, his eyes shut tight as he imagined it. Him and Y/N on a beach, her barely covered curvy body on top, riding him into oblivion. Him laying Y/N down across the altar, hiking his sermon robes up and taking her right there in front of God. He shuttered and then felt his balls tighten, a sudden gush coming from him. He covered his groan with a cough. He tried his hardest to keep his voice even. “What do you plan to do?”

”What can I do? He won’t choose me. I don’t want to make him choose at all. I have to leave. Once everything is figured out, I’ll move on and get back to work. I’ll be the temptation, the harlot he was able to withstand.”

Bucky wanted to jump through the screen and shake her and scream. How could she think of herself that way? She wasn’t in charge of him or his choices. As much as he wanted her, as evidenced by the mess he made of his pants just now, that was his choice he made.

”You are not a harlot. Temptation is not a sin, and even giving into it isn’t always a sin, either. You are human, as is Father Barnes. I think…” he paused, unsure of how he wanted to go about this. “I think you should talk to him.”

”Talk to him?”

”Not as a confession, just as a friend, to clear the air. And then you can decide what to do from there. Until then…” he snuck his hand out of his pants, using one of the tissues in the room to wipe his hand, “I absolve you of your sins. Say three Hail Marys. The Lord be with you.”

”And with your spirit,” Y/N answered automatically. She scoffed at herself. “Thank you Father.” She left the confessional room. Should she actually talk to Bucky? It felt like putting herself in the line of fire. Father Richards was getting old, maybe he just had too much fun hearing about a congregant having a crush on his junior priest. Pervert, she thought.

**picture if from Pinterest, it's A.I. so there's no "artist" or "creator"**

@wintrsoldrluvr

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #marvel #smut #priest!bucky barnes x reader #priest!bucky barnes #chapter 3

15 notes · View notes

ffwix · 2 months

Text

IM SO SORRY ABOUT BUBBA! I didn’t have enough room

//Bubba, the smartest of the gang, usually a tutor for any child that’s struggling in any academic studies, he’s the calmest and mostly seen with old kids, where some struggle in Algebra or Geometry.//

Anyway, very slight redesign.

Also yes, I’m ignoring everything that happened in chapter 3, cause I’m in denial.

#poppy playtime #chapter 3 #smiling critters #dogday #catnap #kickinchicken #hoppy hopscotch #bobby bearhug #craftycorn #the factory and the orphanage are two separate things #the orphans stay #but other kids can come in the orphanage to play #it’s like a theme park #or something #bubba bubbaphant

3K notes · View notes

da-floof · 2 months

Text

I told you guys! bring in a forklift and it will be easy sailing!

Inspired by an earlier post-and a thankyou for all the love on it

Dogday ported by MG off Sketchfab

background ported/made by TOYWAR off sketchfab

Catnap ported by KPMISparrot off Sketchfab

And forklift by Ricardo sanchez

Apologies if I got anyone's name wrong...

#dogday #catnap #poppy playtime #chapter 3

1K notes · View notes

xtaleunderverse · 3 months

Text

START PREVIOUS NEXT

Comic on Deviantart Consider my Patreon

#XTALE21Y #Chapter 3 #xtale #xtale x #timeline 10

1K notes · View notes

diggykit-kat · 2 months

Text

𝑫𝒐𝒈𝑫𝒂𝒚 x reader PT.2

You stared at him for a long time, opening your mouth to say something before shutting your mouth and backing up “I don’t know-“

There was a low growl from DogDay that cut off your words. "Eat it. Unless you want me to get mad at you. I don't want to get mad at you, do you?"

There was a slight pause from the monster. "Look, Angel, I'm tired of this. If you don't do as I say and take a bite of this meat, then...I'll have to use other means." the monster stepped closer.

You slowly start to back up the more he comes closer. “D.D. What kind of meat is this. Come on…you’re not like the other entities…you’re good. Right…”

"Right...right...just...just try it..." DogDay's voice got an edge to it. He moved closer, until he was within arms reach. "Just take the meat. Take a bite and all my little worries go away. If you don't...I can't guarantee I won't snap."

Looking at the meat in front of you, you stare down with uneasy eyes before you bite into it... As your teeth bit into the meat. The juices filled your mouth. It tasted...weird, but also...not that bad. A meat you couldn't describe the taste of. You chewed it and swallowed it. You almost...liked it?

Sighing you turn to him a ask “Now…what is this.”

DogDay is shocked, almost pleased that you took a bite without trying to run away. He also looks surprised that you liked the meat. However, the monster recovers and gives you a wicked grin.

"Lets just say that it's a mystery meat and an acquired taste, Little Angel. But...now that you like it...you'll eat whatever I give you, won't you?"

He knew what it was and so did you…“It’s human isn’t it…”

The monster pauses, the wicked grin leaving his face. "Ah, my Little Angel is so clever. What gave it away? Does it bother the precious Little Angel to know she's eating a person?" he took a step forward.

Suddenly, your throat closed up, and you felt like vomiting. You rubbed your neck with your hand.

“you know this is the only way to survive. stop acting like a child. you need to stay alive doll. I need you to stay alive” DogDay stepped forward and looked down at you. His voice was back to the soft, comforting one. “please understand…I have to do this because I care about you….Please don’t leave me…I can’t stand being alone, You’re my light.” he continued to walk forward, approaching you.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

(𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑.)

#horror #poppy playtime #monster lover #poppy playtime chapter 3 #dogday poppy playtime x reader #dogday poppy playtime #poppy playtime dogday #poppy playtime fandom #poppy playtime x reader #dogday chapter 3 #dogday x reader #yandere dogday #yandere x reader #dogday #yandere DogDay x reader poppy playtime #yandere #poppy playtime monsters #chapter 3 #monster x reader

793 notes · View notes

allieebobo · 16 days

Text

Merry Crisis Early-release: Chapter Three!

The latest chapter* (27th Dec) is AVAILABLE RIGHT NOW for ko-fi supporters! <I am so sorry for the delay!! Also not an April's Fools' Joke haha I would never do that to you guys!>

Features:

The lead-up to the Nat surprise (!)

Visit a columbarium with your family (to commemorate your grandparents 👴👵 and relive some childhood memories!) <Flesh out your MC's family life>

OR: Skip the columbarium family trip and have lunch with Qiu (at their workplace 💼; or lunch with Shay (includes an optional boxing 🥊 session and the potential to meet someone dear to them🍲).

Meet Qiu or Shay at a 'winter'-themed funfair/carnival in the evening (or save it for a future Nat date)🧸🎄🍻 <win stuffed animals, drink mulled wine, sit on the lawn and... experience... snow(?)>

Bonus scenes at night if you choose not to go to the funfair (e.g. board games with Joony, write a song if you're a musician etc.)

Wordcount: 54k + 12/13k words (for the winter fair, should you choose to go with Shay/Qiu)

Can't wait to share it with you guys!

(P.S. if you helped to beta-test, a big thank you <3 I'm about 60% done with everyone's feedback, and I'll continue to tweak and edit over the course of the week! Once I'm done with everyone, I'll send each of you a thank you + confirmation email!)

*It's Chapter Three now, but only because I re-named the chapters, essentially what would've been called Chapter Four previously.

#interactive fiction #if #merry crisis #chapter update #early-release #demo update #update #it's out!!#chapter 3

449 notes · View notes

manga-meow · 7 months

Text

#Wild Strawberry #chapter 3 #quote #shounen #manga #manga cap #my edits #monochrome #mangacap #manga panel #popular #1k

1K notes · View notes

writeyouin · 2 months

Text

Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) X Fem-Reader - Sinless Sinners - Chapter 3

Chapter 3 - Learning To Get Along

A/N – So, a user on A03 suggested the snake servants’ new names. It was a stroke of genius on their behalf, and I can only thank them for it.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

MALE VERSION HERE

GN VERSION HERE

Tag-List: @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx @sseleniaa @randomgurl2326 @22carolina08 @astrxwitch @yu-87 @clover-1767 @lil-bexie @thesimpybitch

Do you think you can manage that? Lucifer’s words hung in the air, creating an icy barrier between you.

So, Lucifer thought himself too good for low-life Sinners such as yourself. That wasn’t fair. Sinners might be in Hell for a reason, but sometimes such reasons were just fucking stupid. Heaven ought to base their entry requirements on a person’s character or strength of heart, not just their actions. You had met plenty of Sinners who were in Hell because of the most trivial shit.

There were those who liked to sleep around, but if sex positivity was a problem, then how did Heaven explain Angels like Adam, whom Charlie had told you about in excruciating detail. Lust shouldn’t have ever been considered a Sin, as long as all participants in any such carnal act were above age and consenting.

Then, there were a few murderers you knew. Granted, murder made the lines blurry, but some Sinners killed in self-defence, or only targeted others such as themselves, protecting the innocent in a very gruesome Dexter-like fashion. Were they really to be condemned? And who the fuck gave a damn about Sloth. So, some people were just bone idle, who gave a shit? Heaven apparently.

And now, the ruler of Hell was condemning those around him as well. He was supposed to care for his people, good or bad. Not to mention those who were solely created for or born in Hell, such as Imps, Hell-Hounds, or the Deadly Sins themselves; they hadn’t committed any crimes to get sent here originally – it was their home.

Your eyebrows furrowed, creating an annoyed crease along your forehead.

“No,” You told Lucifer, who stared at you incredulously.

No? Didn’t you understand the situation? He was Lucifer. King of Hell. He could destroy you with no effort spared, leaving no trace that you ever existed, and you were telling him no? He wasn’t an unreasonable guy, but how could you possibly think that being around him was a good idea? Did you respect Charlie more than you feared him? Granted, he didn’t go out much so few knew how powerful he was, but no other Sinner would dare deny him his wishes.

You saw the look he was giving you and decided to explain yourself.

“Look, I’m only here ‘cos Charlie thought it was a good idea, and if you genuinely hate me, I’ll go and you’ll never have to see me again, but you’re not even trying right now. You haven’t spoken to me. You don’t know anything about me, and frankly, I think Charlie’s right, you do need someone to talk to.”

“I don’t-” Lucifer started.

“You don’t even know why I’m down here,” You interrupted angrily, though you refrained from raising your voice. “And you don’t want to know, right? ‘Cos all of us filthy Sinners must be the same. Ooh, we squandered your gift of Free Will and now we deserve to suffer for eternity, do we? Grow up!”

Lucifer stared at you in astonishment, and you sighed, apparently not finished in your tirade, “I’m going to my room tonight, but tomorrow, I expect that you’ll at least try to tolerate me. Who knows? We might even find some common ground. We both love Charlie, don’t we?”

Lucifer didn’t know what to say to that. He certainly loved his daughter, more than anything else in the universe, but you? He still suspected that you had some kind of ulterior motive… everyone in Hell did. Yet, you had a point. He would do this for her, even if it meant he had to tolerate you.

Who were you, really?

He looked at you closely for the first time, trying to pick out some detail of who you might have been. It was even more disturbing than he previously thought. Before, he only saw a human. Now, he examined your clothes. There was little to say about the style, but your apparel was reminiscent of a Holy Animal. With the ruffled cuffs of your jacket, the way the back peaked to create the image of feathers, and the yellow ribbon that lined the white material, you looked like a dove.

Yet… Despite living in the Hazbin Hotel, Charlie had insisted that you didn’t seek redemption. Why go through the farce of dressing like an Angel then… unless? No, you couldn’t be. No Angel would dare stray from Heaven unless they were ordered to.

Lucifer held back a glower, trying to keep his emotions in check so you wouldn’t sense his thoughts. There was a possibility, though small that you had been sent by the likes of Adam to spy on Lucifer and his kin, ensuring that none of Charlie’s patrons ever found a way to the Pearly Gates.

Well, it wouldn’t take long to uncover your ruse. Lucifer had ways of telling an Angel from a Demon, and once you were asleep, he would know.

“Yeah,” Lucifer said evenly. “I love my Charlie.”

“So, you’ll try then.”

Lucifer nodded his head in consent.

“Okay, I’ll see you in the morning. Good night.”

The sentiment went unreturned as your King returned to his chambers, biding his time until you slept.

When you returned to your room, you got ready for bed. The day had been long and unusual. Honestly, you didn’t feel that you had a place in the manor, and you longed for your room in the Hotel, even if it was smaller, had a large stain on the carpet (which Nifty had named Vivienne) and an unruly infestation of roaches.

In the short time you had spent there, it had become home.

You would miss the arguing inhabitants, the energetic wake-up call from Charlie, the feeling of safety that Vaggie instilled, and the sound of Alastor’s morning and evening radio broadcasts. Yet, you hoped you might find something equally valuable in return if only Lucifer would open himself up to the possibility that you didn’t want anything from him.

After glancing out of your window, which had a balcony you could step out to if you so wished, you took in the whole of the Magne District which was the heart of Pentagram City. If you strained your eyes, you could just see the flashing neon of the Hazbin Hotel, and if you turned your gaze up… There was Heaven, out of reach yet always in sight, taunting most Sinners, yet emboldening a brave few who dared to wonder What If? What if they could change and gain admittance to a better life?

You sighed and dared not ponder further when you needed to get some sleep.

Throwing yourself on the plush bed, you got comfortable, arranging yourself how you liked, then leaning over to your bedside table, you blew out the cherry candle you had previously lit.

You rested your head atop the satin pillows, then frowned, feeling a lump beneath it. You reached under and pulled out a rubber duck, painted to look like a Hellhound-Duck hybrid. Assuming it was one of Charlie’s childhood toys, you placed it carefully atop the table; it would keep you company on your first night in a strange new place.

Lucifer waited till the late twilight hours before leaving his workshop. He transformed himself into a snake, slithering silently through the Hallways, ensuring that you wouldn’t hear him coming.

Before being cast out of Heaven, detecting an Angel would have been a simple task. He would just know, the way he now knew how to read a Demon. Yet, with you giving off little sign of Demonic energy, he now had to test if you were of Angelic origin. There were two ways he could do so. The first was by spilling your blood. Those who were born in or sent to Heaven had golden ichor instead of the oozing red or black goop of Hell-spawn and Sinners.

However, not wishing to alert you to his presence, Lucifer decided to opt for the other method.

Once he was inside your room and certain that you were in a deep slumber, he reverted to his original form, standing over you, his pupils turning to slits at the thought of a traitor in his house. If you were what he thought you to be, he would kill you immediately.

He pulled a small yellow twenty-sided stone from his pocket and baring his fangs in anger, he pressed it lightly against your skin.

Nothing happened.

Lucifer’s expression changed from one of deep-seated loathing to confusion. You weren’t from Heaven. If you were, the stone would have glowed a brilliant shade of Gold. Instead, it remained its original dull yellow.

Very well.

He would keep his word and… Tolerate you.

He left your room as quietly as he had entered it. Tomorrow, things would be different.

Lucifer didn’t sleep that night; the idea of change was terrifying.

The next morning, when Lucifer finally resigned himself to the fact that he was going to have to face you eventually, he headed downstairs, assuming that was where you were.

“JUST TRY IT!” He heard you yell. “TRY! OPEN YOUR MOUTH, DAMN IT!”

“Uh…” Was all he could think to say as he entered the kitchen and found you clinging to one of the snake cleaners he had created the previous night, in a rodeo-like fashion. The creature was trying to buck you off, with a somewhat derpy expression, probably stupidly assuming it was a game; Lucifer hadn’t bothered to instil them with much intelligence since he didn’t need them for anything more than cleaning.

“ARGH!” You grunted as you were dislodged from its back.

“What- What is this?” Lucifer asked, confused.

“Oh shit!” You cursed, embarrassed to have been caught in a less-than-dignified position. You attempted to regain a little composure by standing up, then held up a handful of wadded-up pancake.

“Do they eat?” You demanded, referring to the reptilian cleaners, “’Cos they’ve been in a picture frame their whole lives, and they must be hungry by now.”

Of all the stupid things you could have done, Lucifer couldn’t help but crack a smile, though he had the decency to hide his laugh behind a clenched fist and pass it off as a cough.

“They don’t need to.”

“Okay, but can they?”

“If they wanted to, I suppose so.”

You glared at the mushed-up pancake, “I fucking knew it. Spick, Span, eat your fucking breakfast!”

“I’m sorry, who now?” Lucifer asked.

“Well, they clean, don’t they? Spick and Span seem to fit unless you have something better to name them.”

Lucifer chuckled, a half-short-lived chuckle, but one all the same. You were more chaotic than he expected.

“Fine, if you want them to eat, you’ve got to cook in style.”

He waved his hands energetically, his outfit transforming from his usual suit to one befitting a flashy Michelin Chef. He was comfortable in the role of an entertainer as he made a dazzling display of cooking up eggs. With the flash-bang of indoor fireworks, the island counter gained a conveyor belt to transport several dishes, all perfectly presentable and giving off a delectable aroma of herbs and spices.

Eggs-benedict, frittatas, and shakshuka shot by you, closely followed by a hungry Span, though his twin was busy writhing on the conveyer belt, trying to get to his feather duster, yet doomed to chase it since he didn’t think to travel in the opposite direction so it would meet him in the middle.

The sight was memorable to say the least, even when Spick knocked the food onto the floor and his brother was left stupidly sucking on the corner of the countertop where his seemingly new favourite dish had splattered.

You couldn’t help laughing.

“See?” You struggled to get the words out, “I knew they’d like food. I’m just a shite cook.”

Lucifer gazed at his dishes proudly, even though they were no longer fit for either of your consumption.

“Hah,” You said, feeling somewhat awkward now that the moment had passed and Lucifer’s gaze was upon you, trying to figure you out. “I’ll uh, clean this up.”

“No need, leave it to Flim and Flam,” Lucifer said nonchalantly.

“You know that’s not their names.”

“Whatever. So… we’ve met, there was breakfast with a show. We done for today?”

The smile fell from your face as you realised that all of this was just another of Lucifer’s acts. Granted, he might have actually had fun with it, but it was all just in the name of claiming he had tried to be around you, and just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

“I don’t know. I was going to go into the City if you wanted to come.”

“I can’t. I have… plans.”

Lucifer’s mood soured as he thought about visiting Heaven’s embassy to set up the meeting for Charlie. He hated everything about that building. The décor was just a cruel reminder of everything Heaven had banished him from. Moreover, while the Angels had to respect his power, they didn’t respect him; their cruel words and thinly veiled insults always cut him the deepest. Not to mention how bitter he was that the balance of power was uneven. Sure, Heaven had an embassy in Hell, but there was no such building in Heaven where Demons could work to arrange meetings between Angels and him.

It would always be Lucifer going to their building, on their terms, usually at their behest.

“Plans? So, you’re setting up Charlie’s meeting today?” You guessed astutely. “You know, I’m walking that way too.”

Lucifer guessed at your game. You probably hadn’t been going in that direction at all, but this was all in the name of ‘trying’. One way or another, he would have to learn to get along with you.

“Fine. Let’s go,” He said, flicking his hand back blasély, even though he found the idea of walking the streets of Hell daunting.

It would be better if he could teleport there, but at least, by the end of the day, you would have something positive to report back to Charlie.

716 notes · View notes

m4morine · 3 months

Text

He mimir

#poppy playtime #chapter 3 #catnap #smiling critters #poppy playtime chapter 3

635 notes · View notes

distantdarlings · 5 months

Text

BY THE FIREPLACE PT.3 // t. nott

RATING: R / 2.3K WORDS

Theo Nott x Fem Reader

+ SUMMARY - *Requested* You and Theo finally realize what exactly went down in the library after a very messy explanation from Mattheo, Enzo, and Pansy. Once the two of you go your separate ways and accept the embarrassment, you both start to let your imaginations wander.

+ WARNINGS - Language, slight sexual material (describing in character's heads)--not super graphic, Fem reader

+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -

Johanna - Suki Waterhouse

---

“What—pray tell—the fuck are you doing in my room?” Theo roared, his back planted firmly against his headboard. You had migrated to standing at the end of the bed, your hands just balancing yourself against the mattress.

“What are you talking about? I fell asleep in the library, I—did you kidnap me?” you shrieked in realization.

“Are you kidding me? No, I didn’t fucking kidnap you. Are you daft?” he asks, his eyebrows furrowing. You scoff.

“Okay, first of all, you don’t need to be an ass about it,” you scolded, pointing a sharp finger at him, “and second of all, how the hell am I supposed to know if you did or not? I fell asleep in the library and woke up in your bed!”

“Look, I have no idea how—hey, where’s Sleepy?” he interrupted himself. He began gently pushing the covers around.

“I’m sorry, who?” you ask. He pulled the comforter back and laid across the bed horizontally to glance under the bed.

“Just my cat, she…,”

He paused and leaned back up. The two of you made direct eye contact and stared for what felt like hours. His eyes were slightly squinted as he looked at you, up and down, and you did the same to him. His mouth opened and closed multiple times as if starting to say something but nothing ever came out. Slowly, the two of you came to a very morbid discovery.

“Nott…how long have you had your cat?” you asked, hoping for an answer you knew you weren’t going to get.

“I found her today…,” both of your eyes slid shut, “in the library.”

You groaned and pinched the bridge of your nose between your thumb and forefinger. Merlin help you. Of course, the amazing luck that you were granted did nothing to prevent you from having the worst day of your life. It turns out that having an incredible, life-changing gift wasn’t always a blessing. You opened your eyes.

Theo’s head snapped up suddenly. His furrowed eyebrows had drawn down to match the line of his eyelid. His jaw clenched and unclenched ferociously. The anger radiating off of him was nearly palpable. It shocked you just a bit because you had never seen him as anything but cool and confident.

“Are you okay?” you asked cautiously. He stood from the bed and marched right past you. He made his way over to the dorm entrance, undid the lock, and ripped it open. As if newly appearing, three bodies fell in and clumsily on top of each other. Mattheo Riddle, Pansy Parkinson, and Lorenzo Berkshire stared up at a fuming Theo. His breaths were moving through him like a charging animal.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he demands. They all stumble to their feet, struggling over each other. Theo is watching them intently, all but tapping his foot at them.

“Personally, I feel that we hinted at it pretty strongly—” Enzo started.

“Obviously I didn’t fucking get it, why wouldn’t you say something?”

“In our defense, we didn’t think you were going to…you know…take her back to your room,” Pansy gestured vaguely.

“I thought she was a cat,” he enunciated each word slowly. “She was sweet and laying against me, I brought her in here so I could take a nap.”

“Well, it looks like you got a two-for-one deal!” Mattheo attempted a joke. Theo turned towards him with eyes like swords, begging to slash him into two. The dark boy’s smile dropped and he suddenly became very interested in the material of the drapes around him. You couldn’t stand this.

“Excuse me, I’m right here,” you say. “Would anyone like to tell me what the hell is going on?”

All three of them started to speak, trying to explain what exactly had been going down the last few hours. You could barely understand a single word. You refrained from rolling your eyes. This may be the worst thing that ever happened to you. Your eyes found the floor as the three students continued to try and explain everything over each other. A hand came to your mouth and you began to chew on the shredded skin along the edges of your nails. A bad habit, yes, but calming.

Your eyes glanced up to look at Theo. His eyes watched the other three intently, trying to decipher them as well. Your eyes trailed down his figure. Mind betraying you, you remembered the way he felt pressed up against your back. His long, lean chest was pressed tightly against your spine and his strong, darkened arms had been wrapped tightly—possessively—around your waist. His forearms had been locked so roughly against your hip bone, you’d had to use both hands to push yourself up. His soft breaths had been cooly painting the skin just below your ear, tickling the small hairs there. A shudder ran down your arms as if he had just done it again.

The three students stopped their chattering and looked at you. You stopped biting at your fingers and stared at them, wide-eyed.

“What?”

“You shuddered,” Pansy stated. Theo’s eyes found yours, his head ever so slightly tilting to one side. Fuck. Your eyes traced the line of his jaw down his throat.

“I…just had a chill,” you brushed the thoughts away. “Okay, thank you all for those wonderful…explanations. I have been mortified by this and will never mentally heal from it. I think I am going to go back to my dorm.”

And with that, you clapped your hands together and turned towards the exit. None of them said anything else to you or made any effort to stop you from going, so you figured you all would just awkwardly pretend it never happened. You figured your books and things were still back in the library so you started heading that way, hoping that nobody had tried to turn anything into the lost and found. How long had you been out?

“Okay, I don’t think laying with me is ‘mortifying,’” Theo scoffed.

“I think so,” Mattheo said. Theo responded by giving him a swift punch to the shoulder.

In the back of his mind, Theo heard Pansy make some kind of joke that sent the three of them into a spiral of laughter. But, for whatever reason, his thoughts were traipsing across a vast landscape. His mind's eye was traveling up the expanse of the sheets that were wrapped messily around the two of you. They were tracing the peak of her bare thigh that her tugged skirt had exposed and reminiscing on the way his hands had felt against her soft body. Her hair had just gently tickled the tip of her nose and she had smelled so, so good. Merlin, it had been so long since—

“Theo!” He jumped out of his own thoughts. His eyes found his very concerned friend group as they appeared to be waiting for an answer from him.

“Mate, I said your name, like, eight times,” Mattheo said. Theo shrugged.

“Sorry, I was distracted…” Theo thought he heard the other boy mumble a smart–ass comment but he just ignored him. His damned brain kept flying back to that girl. He didn’t know what it was but something about her waking up next to him like that had him seeing her in a whole new light. She wasn’t unattractive—she was anything but—but she really seemed to hate him. She was always rolling her eyes or scoffing anytime he announced a wrong answer in class. And she never called him by his first name, only his last. He can’t say he knew that much about girls but those particular attributes did not seem like they belonged to one that liked him.

He shrugged those thoughts off the best he could and followed his group of friends out of the dorm and into the common room where more of their acquaintances had begun to gather.

xxx

It had been hours. Hours and you were still thinking about Theo Nott. This was ridiculous. You needed to move on, needed to get to the homework you had been trying to get done this whole evening, but you just couldn’t. Every thought kept realigning itself to the way it felt when he had been holding you. It sent chills down your spine every time you thought about it. You had never been held like that.

Your roommates were all out late, trying to have a good time down at the Three Broomsticks. They had begged you to come but, due to a particularly interesting afternoon, you had incidentally become very behind on your homework. So you declined and promised you would next time.

Yet, you still weren’t done with this stupid assignment and probably could have gone with them anyway. You groaned in frustration and dropped your head against the desk, feeling the cool wood beneath it.

This morning, if you could have guessed what you’d be doing, mulling over the way Theo’s arms looked, would not have even been in the top one million guesses. But here you were, practically drooling over the way his veins wrapped around his muscular arms.

You remembered the way his large hands had been so gently placed over your stomach, the tips of his fingers gently gripping your flesh while he slept. The way his hips were pressed firmly against your ass—

“Aah!” you squealed in utter shame, shaking the thoughts away from your head. What the fuck, what the fuck. You might die. The fact that you couldn’t get him off your mind despite how much you couldn’t stand him was disconcerting. You’d always thought he was extremely handsome, as did practically everyone else, but you never thought you’d even imagine in that…way. Damn it.

Theo rolled over, tugging the comforter back over his shoulders. He shut his eyes once more, trying painfully hard to will himself to sleep. He had Quidditch practice in the morning, he needed to get some rest. He needed to. But he couldn’t. That stupid—you were running through his mind like a record stuck on rotate. It kept going and going, scratching against him. He’d never, ever thought about you in any way other than annoyance. But he couldn’t get you off his mind.

All he could think about was the way you were arched gracefully against his hips when you were laid out together. The way your skirt was pulled over your hips and he could almost see the line of your underwear beneath the sheets. He wondered what color they were, what they looked like. He kept his eyes closed, clenching them harder. Go to sleep.

Your body was pressed against his just like before. The light outside made your hair and shoulders glow, spotlighting every rise and fall your breathing pushed through you. Your hair was pulled over your shoulder and splayed gracefully over the pillow. He wanted to touch it but he kept his hands firmly where they were.

Suddenly you grunted gently and rolled over, coming face to face with him. This time you didn’t jump back and scream and accuse him of kidnapping you. This time, your eyes were opened and simply watching him. Your gaze was lidded and sultry, your lashes creating a sinister shadow along your cheeks. A small smirk spread over your lips as he watched you. Still, he did not move.

Your hands slowly rose between the two of you. Your soft, nimble fingers found the buttons of your uniform shirt and began working them down. Theo’s breath halted in his chest as more and more of you were revealed. Your hands granted him passage to your chest. You wore a laced black bra that was cinched tightly between your breasts. His eyes flickered down once, twice. He swallowed thickly.

Your hands pulled away from your shirt once the last button was undone and pushed him back so he rested comfortably against the headboard. You pushed a leg across his lap and settled neatly in the empty space. Like a reflex, his hands came to rest against your skirted hips. His fingertips brushed the felted material as you stared down, challenging him.

You split the two sides of your shirt and slid it over and off your smooth shoulders. Without so much as a breath, Theo leaned forward and pressed his lips to the skin there. You gave a light gasp at his action. Your rapid heartbeat danced against his tongue as he ran it along the expanse of your neck.

You pushed him back against the headboard. You pulled your hands up to the clip pressed tightly against your chest. Your fingers curled around it and—

Theo’s eyes opened. The sun was up and Mattheo was squatted beside his bed, watching him with an obnoxious smirk printed on his face. Theo jumped back at the sudden face in front of him. He leaned up and glanced around wildly, trying to gather his bearings, ignoring Mattheo’s annoying cackling beside him.

“Dude, what the hell?” Mattheo laughed.

“What? Shut the fuck up,” he grumbled, pushing him back away from the bed.

“Oh, baby,” Mattheo moaned in a high-pitched voice. “Come here, darling. Let me—”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Theo asked.

“You must have been having one hell of a dream, man,” he laughed, “when I got in here, you were saying all kinds of stuff.”

Theo blushed deeply, his nose and ears burning, as he remembered the subject of his dream. Flashes of your thick hips and chest pressed against him and his hands and lips on you and…fuck.

“Shit, man, who were you dreaming about? You’re as red as an apple,” Mattheo asked, an eyebrow arching. Theo didn’t reply. Mattheo’s eyes widened.

“Oh my god, you weren’t dreaming about—?”

“How about some breakfast?” Theo interrupted, abruptly pulling the covers back and slipping a tee shirt over his head.

Part 4!