#im shutting up for at least A WEEK after this

[gracie-eilish]

Peachy🧡✨🍑 pt. 2

an: here she is y'all. i was NOT expecting all the excitement from part one so thank you for that!🥹 that was so exciting to see!! im not used to writing any kind of smut, so please forgive any bumps in the road if you find any🥺 i’m trying over here!🫣🤪 anyways, i hope you like it!!

warnings: smut, fingering (r! receiving)👀, billie being a total flirt cause duh

It had been about a week since you last saw Billie, but for some reason you felt like no time had passed. Because for you at least, you'd subconsciously spent every day with her since that night. Her little flirts and nicknames had been ringing in your mind, making you blush and your heart skip a beat even just thinking about it. In fact, you couldn't even look at a peach without your breath catching. And don't even mention what happend at night when you were alone with your thoughts...

Tonight your friends were all getting together again but this time at Billie's place. You guys all rotated around apartments so it wasn't one person's responsibility to host everyone. You were already in the area so you decided to head over a little early, wanting to return the favor of Billie helping you clean up the other night, hoping you can help set things up tonight.

You gave yourself one last glance in the car's mirror before reaching to open the car door. You stopped yourself remembering your mini perfume in your purse. You spritzed some vanilla and peach scented perfume, your signature scent, onto your pulse points, and a few extra sprays on your neck before tossing the bottle back into your purse and getting out of the car.

You weren't deliberately planning for something to happen tonight... but if something did you wouldn't be mad, your little friendly crush was growing to be not so friendly anymore.

Within seconds of you ringing the doorbell, the door flew open revealing Billie. She had a surprised but sultry smile on her face.

"Hi peach," she said. “You’re here early! D’ya miss me that much?” Her words sent a shiver down your spine and a flush to your face.

You giggled trying to brush it off. “Stop Billie. I wanted to return the favor from the other night and help you get everything ready for tonight!” You said sweetly.

So sweetly it made Billie’s heart start to melt. It was quite obvious to everyone Billie had some kind of feelings for you. And for a while Billie just thought it was her normal kind of crush on a hot girl. But recently she felt the shift too. It was something more and moments like this made it hard for her to keep up the charm.

Well, not that hard.

“God you really are an angel aren’t ya?” She said with a smirk, finally letting you into her apartment. You just giggled and continued down the hallway towards her kitchen, leaving Billie standing in the cloud of sweet peachy perfume you left in the air. Billie inhaled your sweet perfume as she shut the door and leaned back on it for a second before composing herself and making her way to the kitchen.

After a little while, the rest of your friends started to arrive, tearing the two of you apart. But Billie kept her eye on you subtly all night. She just couldn’t get over it.. The way your hair just fell perfectly over your shoulders, and the sweet freckles dotting your nose, and how the sound of your giggle could win grammys in Billie’s opinion, and that god damn sweet peach perfume that was now stuck on every surface in her apartment infiltrating her space like you were infiltrating her mind. And the sweet little looks you gave Billie right back across the room, made more than just her heart throb.

As the night grew on and conversations grew tired, someone suggested putting on a movie. More as background noise but everyone gathered around and snuggled up in their chosen spots.

Naturally Billie patted the spot next to her when you made your way over. But being the flirt she is, Billie pulled you down onto her lap (not that you were complaining), wrapping her arms around your middle as you got comfy.

“You cozy, peach?” You blushed at the nickname. You had just started to get used to the spontaneous “baby” or “mama” but having a nickname all to yourself was kind of driving you wild.

You just nodded, not trusting your voice right now. Billie hummed in satisfaction, smiling before pressing a soft kiss right below your ear making you breath hitch.

As the movie began, Billie pulled you in closer to her, your hands brushing against each other on your tummy.

The movie being a rom-com, provided the perfect backdrop for you and Billie. As the movie went on, and tensions rose, so did the tension between you and Billie. Billie's hand slowly moved under the blanket, her fingers gently brushing against your thigh. The touch was subtle, almost imperceptible to anyone else, but it sent a jolt of electricity through your body. You bit her lip, trying to suppress a gasp, as Billie's fingers began to explore, slowly inching upwards.

Billie's touch was deliberate and teasing, making your breath catch in your throat. She knew your friends were just inches away, oblivious to the intimate game unfolding beneath the blanket. The contrast between the innocent movie and your hidden passion was exhilarating. Billie's fingers traced lazy circles on your inner thigh, her touch feather-light and teasing. Your heart raced, and your body tingled with anticipation.

"Can you stay quiet for me peachy?” Billie whispered, her breath hot against your ear. "Mm-hmm." you nodded, unable to properly speak.

“Is this okay?” Billie whispered, even the flirty little minx she was, of course made sure you were okay first. You smiled softly before nodding again, letting her continue.

Her nose nuzzled into your jaw before she pressed a few kisses there. “You always smell so good peachy,” she purred making you let out a breathy, quiet moan. Billie's fingers continued their ascent, slipping under the hem of your shorts, finding the soft lace of your panties.

With expert precision, Billie hooked her fingers into the fabric, slowly pulling it aside, exposing your folds. Your breath hitched as you felt the cool air on her sensitive skin, your body already responding to Billie's touch. Billie's fingers traced the outline of your pussy, teasing the edges, making you squirm under the blanket.

"You're so wet already, for me peach," Billie whispered, her voice dripping with desire. "I love how responsive you are mama." Your cheeks flushed with pleasure and embarrassment, knowing your friends were mere feet away, unaware of the erotic scene playing out beside them. And forget about the fact that of all the ways you thought about hooking up with Billie, this surprisingly was not one of them… not that you minded either way.

Billie's middle finger dipped into your slick heat, eliciting a soft moan that you quickly stifled with a hand over your mouth.

Billie's finger moved in slow circles, massaging your clit, her thumb pressing gently on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your body trembled, eyes fluttering shut as you tried to focus on the movie, but Billie's touch was too distracting, too pleasurable. You could feel your juices flowing, coating Billie's finger as she worked her magic.

“You’re doing so good baby love,” she whispered in your ear, pressing another kiss to your neck. “Being such a good girl.. bein’ such a peach.” Her words sent you into overdrive, biting down on your lip so hard you were sure you would draw blood.

As the movie's dialogue filled the room, Billie's finger slid deeper, curling upwards, searching for your sweet spot. Your breath quickened, your body tensing as you fought to keep your moans silent. Billie's thumb continued to rub circles on your clit, her touch firm and relentless. Your hips bucked involuntarily, your body betraying your attempts at control. You turned your head slightly to look at Billie who until you turned your head, looked totally un-phased while watching the movie. As if she wasn’t ravishing her complete dream girl under the blanket.

"Let go f’me, angel," Billie whispered, her voice a soft command. "I want to feel you come around my fingers." Her words were like a spell, pushing you over the edge. It was so good you heard a ringing in your ears.. wait no. You actually were hearing a ringing.

You and Billie looked away from each other towards the sound of the ringing.

Of fucking course it was your phone.

You hit decline, if it was that important they’d call back. You sheepishly apologized and giggled at your phone being so loud right in the middle of the movie. You turned your ringer off with a sigh and settled back into Billie’s lap.

She pinched your clit, sending a jolt through you, you kinda forgot her hand was still in your pants. Giggling, you snuggled back into her and her arms tightened back around you as she started to rub slow circles on you clit, building you back up.

Until your fucking phone rang again.

Well it didn’t ring, but the screen lit up with your siblings contact across the screen again. With a huff you situated your shorts and got up to leave the room to take the call. Billie followed quickly behind, watching you stumble like a baby deer a little bit. She stifled a laugh as you picked up the phone.

“Hello?” You answered with a bite in your voice. Billie came up behind you, snaking her arms back around your waist. She nuzzled her nose on your jaw before kissing the area.

“This better be fucking important,” You groaned into the phone.

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an: and with that i would like to formally introduce you to evil gracie hehehe🫣🥰 do you wanna part 3???👀

[agreeeeeeeeeee]

Congratulations on 1000 followers! You deserve it with your talent! I wanna request 1000 Secrets with Charlie Weasley!!! Your writing for him makes me love him more, i reread some of your fics of him and im looking forward to more of your works with Charlie! 🥹♥️

thank you so much darling! i sincerely appreciate your support and participation 🫶🏻

1000 Secrets | C.W.

feat. Charlie Weasley x dragonologist!reader

cw: war, spy!Charlie, angst, hurt/comfort, strong language

1000 things prompt list (open until feb 1) | masterlist

Lips grazed your temple, rousing you gently from sleep.

“Be back soon, my love,” Charlie cooed, tucking your quilt tighter around your body before kissing you once more. You heard the heavy thump of his boots across the wooden floor of your cabin, the old wooden door creak open, then shut.

It was the second week in a row that Charlie had slipped out in the middle of the night. At first, you assumed it was to go back to his own cabin, keeping up appearances to avoid becoming the latest subject of gossip around the Dragon Sanctuary, but he was never there when you would check in the morning.

He would reappear sometime after breakfast, looking fatigued and windburned. He’d greet you with a friendly nod, maybe a platonic side-hug, and then would disappear the rest of the day, until he showed up at your doorstep, eyes sparkling with promise, to spend another secret evening with you.

Whenever you pressed him about it, he would be evasive, laying on the charm thick as if you could be so easily disarmed. You worked with dragon’s, for Merlin’s sake. Nothing escaped your notice.

Charlie was keeping something from you, and you intended to find out what.

Quickly, you pulled the stash of folded clothes you set out that morning and put them on, sneaking out of your cabin and following the sound of Charlie’s footsteps through the dark. It was nearly impossible to see, the moon a narrow crescent of silver overhead, the overcast sky blotting out the stars.

Charlie walked towards the training pit, where the rideable dragon’s all lived, and his preferred Norweigan Ridgeback appeared as if waiting for him. You ducked low to avoid the perceptive dragon’s eye, and could hear Charlie speaking softly to the beast, reaching up to caress it’s scaled neck.

“Ready, mate? We’ve got a date in London,” he said, sounding weary but determined.

Your heart plummeted, a gasp wrenching itself from your throat. The dragon’s golden eyes flicked towards you, but Charlie didn’t seem to notice. You clapped a hand over your mouth, tears streaming down your cheeks, and sank deeper into the bushes.

Charlie was cheating on you? You couldn’t fathom it, not your Charlie. He was the by far the best man you’d ever known: chivalrous, loyal, big-hearted. You never, ever thought he would be capable of something so cruel.

Your relationship may be a secret from your coworkers at the Dragon Sanctuary, but it was far from casual. You loved him, and you were nearly 100% certain he loved you too. Or at least, that's what you thought.

A few moments later, man and beast took the skies, disappearing with a few heavy wing beats.

You ran back to your cabin, choking back angry sobs, and collapsed onto your bed. Surely, you were mistaken, you told yourself. That couldn’t be what he meant.

But if not…then what else?

You cancelled your shift the following day, feigning illness, and you knew it was only a matter of time before Charlie appeared at your cabin to check on you. You had never quesitoned whether or not he cared for you, but now…

A knock responded through the cabin, the knob turning.

“Darling? Soren said you weren't feeling well, so I brought you some—oh, what are you doing out of bed?” Charlie closed the door behind him, setting an armfull of things on the ground by the door. He looked handsome in his work uniform, cargo pants and a slash-proof long sleeve shirt. His copper waves were brushed back, freckled cheeks pink from the cold and under eyes dark with fatigue.

You waited for him in the center of the room, arms crossed over your chest.

Understanding dawned in Charlie’s amber eyes, and he sighed. “Just, promise me you aren't ill before we get into this?”

“I'm not ill,” you bit, and he relaxed a fraction.

He raised his arms, a gesture of surrender. “Let me have it, then.”

“I saw you, last night with your Ridgeback.”

He grimaced, but didn't speak.

“You told her you had a date in London, before taking off. And now, here you are, looking like you hadn't slept in weeks. Two week, perhaps? Since that's how long you've been sneaking out in the middle of the night.”

“You think I'm cheating on you,” he said, his shoulders softening.

“I do.”

Charlie took a few tentative steps towards you, his big hands settling on the slope of your ribs. His eyes were laden with sincerity, wearing the same, serious expression he wore when settling an unruly dragon. “Baby, I'd cut off my own cock and give it to you as a present before I let anyone else near it. I am not and would never stray from you.”

Tears burned behind your eyes, but you forced them down. You so badly wanted to believe him. “So, what then? What are you hiding, Charlie?”

Charlie took a deep breath, eyes squeezing shut before snapping open, sharp and treacherous as the Horntail. “This cannot leave this cabin, do you understand me?”

The edge of his voice made a prickle of fear climb your neck. You nodded, throat too tight to speak.

He stepped back and reached into his boot, withdrawing a crumbled envelope. Carefully, he unfolded it and handed it to you. The page was worn and singed on one side, and entirely blank.

“Charlie, what—”

He tapped his wand to the center of the page, muttering a spell you didn't recognize. A code word, you realized, when inked words bloomed across the parchment.

You recognized the handwriting immediately from your years at Hogwarts.

“Dumbledore asked me to be a spy for the Order,” Charlie said, voice measured, his eyes trained on your face.

You read the letter once, twice, three times. Charlie was in the Order of the Phoenix. Standing at the first line of defense against the Dark Lord.

Indignation mixed with panic made you grit your teeth. “Why would you—”

“Harry Potter is my little brothers best friend, my little sisters heart. My family is putting their lives on the line every day for this war, to protect him.” He scrubbed a hand over his face, trying to hide the hurt, the guilt etched deep into his face. “I can't—I can't sit here, thousands of miles away, and do nothing.”

His words splintered your heart into pieces. You knew how much his family meant to him, how much he hated being away from them, especially during times like these.

“Charlie—” you reached for him, pulling him in for a hug. He was stiff in your arms, uncertain. “I know why you had to do it, love. I understand.” Then, you pulled back to swat his chest with the letter. “What I don't understand is why you didn't tell me so I could go with you!”

Charlie’s jaw tightened. “That's exactly why I didn't tell you!” He snapped, startling you into taking a step back from him. He took a stuttering breath, trying to calm himself. “I can't protect my family. We all know I'm incapable of protecting myself,” he grated, the words escaping between clenched teeth. “But you—I can still protect you.”

A tear slipped down your cheek. “This is war. None of us are safe.”

He stepped closer, reaching up to hold your face, his callouses thumb swiping across your cheek to catch your tears. “If they come here, you will take your Horntail and go, fly to America, to Japan. Far away. And you will not wait for me, or anyone else.”

“But—”

“Just promise me,” he pleaded, eyes burning into yours. “And I will come find you, if I can. I swear I will. But I can't lose them and you. I can’t—” his voice cracked with emotion, tears welling along his lower lashline.

“I promise,” you whispered, resting your palms on his chest, his heart racing beneath his skin. “But you have to promise me that you'll be careful—that you won't do anything reckless. You have to promise that you'll stay alive so you can come find me, if it comes to that.”

“Darling, I’d crawl to you.” He rested his forehead against yours. “I promise.”

You rose onto your toes and closed the final inch between you, molding your lips to his in a tearful, desperate kiss. He looped his arms around your waist, hauling you into his chest and deepening the kiss. His tongue caressed yours, charting every inch of your mouth like he was committing it to memory.

Charlie was the keeper of countless secrets, but in that moment, you knew you were his most precious one, the one he'd keep tucked away in his heart: safe from harm.

[rowanisawriter]

No don't take a vow of silence you're so sexy ahah

if my tongue was nailed to the top of my mouth i would stil find a way to talk dw

[berryblu-soda]

Anyways update i just didnt bother to post earlier:

fr God is good and the whole car crash my parents got into last week was so incredibly mild in terms of injuries!!!! worst was a bruised knee im pretty sure

ALSO-

*taps mic* HUG YOUR FREAKING LOVED ONES OR SO HELP ME!!!!!!!

[honeyedheartss]

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[pallases]

anyway if anyone happens to be wondering leigh you’ve been spam rbing for quite some time now haha do you have an exam or smth tmrw the answer is yes ❤️

[crabrangoonluvr]

yesterday i crushed my middle three fingers on my right hand w a 40lb window (long story, was emergency) and today, because primarily using my nondominant hand isn’t inconvenient enough, i got a paper cut on the tip of my left pointer. 4/10 fingers not at peak function. i cannot afford to lose any more

[aastarions]

remembering i have to work tomorrow and cannot stay home and continue to indulge in my hobbies

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[apathyfairy]

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[orcelito]

Is there anything more damning than me putting "nothing new to update" on the trouble employee's review section lmfao

[elegyofthemoon]

ah.... i see....i've fallen in love with the dutybound characters. yet again LOL

[southern--downpour]

been in the art building for nearly 12 hours now. going fucking crazy

[aro-aizawa]

oh patron saint of all writing and creating please grant me the strength to finally get on w writing my wips i wish to post before i fall ill once again

[stellardeer]

TL;DR - How would you kick someone out of your house without involving police? and Should you?

My no-note blog is probably not the best place to ask this question, but maybe someone will come along and answer, who knows.

So in the ideal circumstance that we abolish the police, I've been wondering about a specific scenario. Say there is a person in your home, for whatever reason, who has no legal right to be there, and you do not want them there (again, for whatever reason) but they refuse to leave and you want to forcibly remove them from your home.

Most people nowadays would threaten to call the cops on them, and usually that alone is enough to get people to leave. I've never actually had this problem myself, but I've known numerous people who've talked about these kinds of situations (and coincidentally they were all middle class, if that tells you anything...) I, personally, would think twice (or a million times) about calling the cops on someone, especially if the person in question is particularly vulnerable to police brutality. So, even if the police aren't abolished, I still want to know the proper alternative to handle this kind of situation.

I'm a pretty weak, easily overpowered person, so my first instinct would be to like.. call someone I know or go get a strong neighbor or something to help me get this person off of my property.

I know that the specifics of the situation also play a key role here, too, on how to handle it. Like, if the person is reasonable, I would hope that just telling them to leave would get them to go - easy enough. But if they refuse to move.. what do I even do? If it's someone that I know very well, I might think to take a break and just walk away from them and hope we can sort things out once we've calmed down. If it's someone that I don't know very well, though, (not even necessarily an intruder, but just say someone who is overstaying their welcome) and especially if tensions are not even high, I wouldn't really know what to do. Some states even have squatters rights, so like.. sometimes you literally CAN'T do anything about this person being in your home, and in some cases they can even get you kicked out. I think it's kind of obvious that if the person clearly has violent intentions towards me, then I have a right to defend myself, but again, I am not going to be able to do that by myself, and I don't know what the legalities are around asking for help from another citizen, i.e. not a cop, if someone means to do you harm?

And what if you do ask for help and your helper ends up injuring the person in the process of trying to get them out?? I'd imagine it's still better than calling a cop, and risking getting a life-ruining criminal record, or worse, shot and killed. But I'd also imagine there could be grounds for them to sue if they get injured by the helper since the helper is not a professional of any kind and not protected in anyway. Only some states have protections against self defense anyway, and I don't know if it even counts if you invited the person into your home willingly and they weren't being violent to begin with. Like.. if they person is just stubbornly standing there and then your burly neighbor puts hands on them first, I don't think that even counts as self defense for the homeowner? At that point if the person fights back then they have a case for self-defense.

And I don't know what the leftist attitude is towards personal property like that anyway, like should we even have a right to our own home? I don't know the leftist view on that, I get the idea that individualism is not the move, but like.. do we still have our own personal space? Space that we are allowed to bar others from entering? Even if that space extends to the entirety of a 2-bedroom home? I'm asking sincerely, because I really haven't read enough socialist theory, so I don't know what the opinions are on home ownership in general. Like in an ideal society, would we supposedly just allow the person to stay for as long as they like, as long as they aren't hurting anything? That's another part of it, like what if they aren't doing any harm but I still don't want them there? Am I wrong for wanting them to leave, even if I don't know them? Supposing even if they are an intruder, if they haven't stolen anything or hurt me or my animals, but they just... won't leave, should I even be mad about that?

But again, forget an ideal society, let's take it back to reality, assuming that I live in the US and the laws are exactly the same as they are in this moment, police are not abolished, but I am choosing to not involve the police in this matter... what is the right thing to do???? Should I just resolve myself to accept that this person lives with me now?? I don't even live in a state with squatters rights, so I don't legally have to, but.. should I? (more thoughts and anecdotes if the tags if you feel like reading)

[broke-on-books]

This song has been stuck in my head. FOR FIVE AND A HALF HOURS. 😤😤😤😤