Quirinus Quirrell

20. Ravenclaw. He/Him. Neutral. Figuring Himself Out.

[qthebookclerk]

Character name: Quirinus " Q" Quirrell Age & Birthday: 20 & February 14 Gender & Pronouns: Trans-Man, He/Him Occupation: Bookstore Clerk Blood status: Halfblood Previous house: Ravenclaw Previous Affiliation: NeutralFace claim: Jamie Raines Traits: Loyal, Observant, Soft- Cautious, Anxious, Full of fake confidence 

CHARACTER SUMMARY:

[tw: transphobia]

Quirrell doesn’t remember much of his early life. There are plenty of pictures but none of them are of him. They are before he had things figured out. They are of a little girl who didn’t feel comfortable in her body and he prefers not to remember that. 

Quirrell found the name Quirinus in a book and loved the way the character made him feel. He was strong, everyone liked him, and most importantly he wasn’t scared of anything. Quirrell was scared of just about everything and hoped embodying his favorite character would help. In a small way it did but turns out anxiety can’t be fixed from a name change. 

He came out to his parents his fourth year. It didn’t go over well. In fact it went terribly. His parents outright denied it, refused to play along in his “game” and ignored it all together. They wouldn’t let him cut his hair, wouldn’t let him dress how he wanted, and only referred to him as their daughter. 

At school he dressed in the boys uniform after much begging and pleading. He had a few friends that knew but for the most part people had no idea at all. It wasn’t easy but he tried his best to just push through. 

As soon as school ended he left home and made the changes that felt right. The long hair was gone, he changed his name, he got himself clothing that felt right, and got himself a job in the best place in the world. A bookstore. 

It was pretty easy to ignore the war when he tucked himself away into the store, avoiding everything. He wasn’t much of a fighter after all, he seeked knowledge after all. He wanted to learn so much and so he did. From a safe distance of war that is. 

He’s been living as Quirinus for three years now and while the war is over he can’t help but feel like there is more to it. Could just be anxiety, at least that is what he keeps telling himself. 

To help keep his mind off of it though, he’s found some false confidence in hookups and pretending he knows what he’s doing. He’s weirdly good at it, but too bad the confidence doesn’t stay forever.

[qthebookclerk]

Q enjoyed the purr in Fenrir's voice, it made his head feel fuzzy but in a good way. He did exactly what he was told to do, crawling his way to the bedroom. Sure, it was a bit dusty but that was alright. The only downside was the hard floor on his knees. It wasn't far thankfully and once near the bed he picked himself up to position himself on the bed. Scooting his knees onto the bed he tucked himself down, leaving his arse up and out while his lower half stayed on the bed itself. "Like this?" Any other time his bottom dysphoria would have prevented this, but so far Fenrir made him feel good, didn't see him as anything but a him, and that made all the difference to him.

[wolfruled]

"Just like that," he praised, pausing at the foot of the bed to admire him. He was a pretty little thing, Fenrir would give him that—and his natural obedience certainly lent him some favor. Even under casual circumstances, he didn't tend to enjoy backtalk—not unless he was able to punish them for the infraction. He didn't expect the same incompatibility between him and Quirinus. Taking him by the hips, Fenrir made to pull him slightly further from his position and right up into his face. Snuffling between his legs, he licked a long stripe from his front hole up between his cheeks. "I don't think you need me to get you ready," he chuckled, resting the pad of his thumb against Q's exposed dick. "But I would hate to deny myself the pleasure."

[qthebookclerk]

The praise made him blush more, the color creeping across his nose now. His face was hot but his lower half was hotter. Q had no time to process anything before he felt the wolf’s tongue rake from front to back. He was already soaking wet and the moan that left his lips didn’t hide it. A single touch had him twitch beneath the man, his dick sensitive but longing for more. “More…please..” he begged softly.

[wolfruled]

Fenrir's brows shot up in mild surprise, seeing that he was actually very eager to follow instruction. "That's what I like to hear," he purred, stepping past him and into the bedroom. It was a bit dusty and obviously went unused more often than not, but for the circumstances... it would do. Turning to address him, he added, "Now get yourself up on the edge of the bed, arse out. I want a taste of you before I pound you into the bed."

[qthebookclerk]

Q enjoyed the purr in Fenrir's voice, it made his head feel fuzzy but in a good way. He did exactly what he was told to do, crawling his way to the bedroom. Sure, it was a bit dusty but that was alright. The only downside was the hard floor on his knees. It wasn't far thankfully and once near the bed he picked himself up to position himself on the bed. Scooting his knees onto the bed he tucked himself down, leaving his arse up and out while his lower half stayed on the bed itself. "Like this?" Any other time his bottom dysphoria would have prevented this, but so far Fenrir made him feel good, didn't see him as anything but a him, and that made all the difference to him.

[wolfruled]

Licking his lips, Fenrir stared down at him with a hungry glint in his yellow gaze. "I want you everywhere. But to start, I think I'll have you in the bedroom." It was the most comfortable place for what he had in mind—a proper fuck. Kneeling down to take Quirinus' chin in his hand, he continued, "What if I told you I wanted you to crawl there on your knees. Would you do that for me?"

[qthebookclerk]

Q locked eyes with the hungry yellow gaze, his dark eyes swimming in a happy haze of pleasure. With his chin taken he couldn't move his gaze but the pink flush creeped up his neck with the question. "Yes sir," he spoke with a soft voice. Anyone outside would have thought he was crazy to submit to someone so easily, but for Q it felt good. No thinking required for the most part. Plus, he was pretty sure if Fenrir wanted to kill him, he would have by now.

[wolfruled]

Fenrir let him work on him for a good few minutes, occasionally grunting and grinding his hips up into his mouth. Quirinus had a good mouth, he would give him that. Once satisfied, he slowly pulled back and admired the mess he had made of his face. "Good work, that," he praised, giving him a good pat on his head. Oh, how he amused himself. "Now, how about I return the favor?"

[qthebookclerk]

Muted moans thanks to the cock in his mouth happened each time Fenrir grinded his hips into Q's mouth. As soon as the other pulled out he panted softly, catching his breath while settling back down on his heels. "Where do you want me?"

[qthebookclerk]

A could easily admit that this was the biggest he’d ever taken regardless of how he identified. Suddenly losing his virginity didn’t seem like that big of a deal when compared to this. Q took in a breath before start to swallow him once again. He started with a steady pace of bobbing up and down. He’d swallow the length fully, moaning around it before coming up for air. When Fenrir wasn’t fully down his throat he used his tongue to tease the tip before taking him fully again.

[wolfruled]

It was clear that he had some good experience on his side to complement his inborn abilities. Greyback showed his appreciation with an unrestrained moan and his sharp nails digging into his scalp. "Fuck, that's good," he praised, hips rolling forward. "You're a real natural at this, aren't you?"

[qthebookclerk]

He was awkward, nervous, and overall an anxious mess about 90% of the time. However, that hadn't stopped him from fucking around in school and gaining some experience. Add on the books, and well, the outcome was this. The pricks of the nails and the moan only proved to keep going, bobbing his head in time to meet the rolling of his hips. Q moved a hand up to start working on holding Fenrir's balls, as he moaned around him.

[qthebookclerk]

Q sighed through his nose as he ran his hands over his face. Right well now they were broken. Again. "Mind not stepping on them more?" Sure the world was a bit fuzzy but he could tell his glasses were still under a shoe.

[rxxlestrange]

"Certainly." Stepping aside without any care, he continued to browse the books that had caught his interest in the first place; a leather-bound set on curses of the human anatomy. It was likely more suited to Healers, but he flicked through it nonetheless. "You can fix them, you know," he added nonchalantly. "Unless you're a squib?"

[qthebookclerk]

Q picked up his glasses from the ground, before sighing. "Not a squib, just not great at wandless magic." He knew the book the other was looking at though. "If you are interested in that, you want to move three shelves down and up two to find the way to break the curses but also how to avoid them yourself."

[qthebookclerk]

Q flicked his tongue across the tip before nodding. There was a part of him that wanted to know what the punishment would be, but the other part wanted to be a good boy. There wasn't much time to think as his mouth was suddenly full though. Sure enough there was no gagging, just the tightened grip on Fenrir's thigh, and wide eyes looking up at him through his lashes. He wanted to move but the grip kept him in place for now.

[wolfruled]

Fenrir groaned appreciatively as Q took him down his throat. What would you know? He had even been truthful. If there was anyone in the world that would have drawn a gag out of him, it was him. "Look at you," he chuckled, gently rocking his hips against his face. He had to admit he was a little impressed. Loosening his grip, he pulled out just enough for Quirinus to get a breath. "Good boy. Now get me nice and wet for you."

[qthebookclerk]

A could easily admit that this was the biggest he’d ever taken regardless of how he identified. Suddenly losing his virginity didn’t seem like that big of a deal when compared to this. Q took in a breath before start to swallow him once again. He started with a steady pace of bobbing up and down. He’d swallow the length fully, moaning around it before coming up for air. When Fenrir wasn’t fully down his throat he used his tongue to tease the tip before taking him fully again.

[wolfruled]

Greyback's brow arched in surprise—it was the pleasant kind, at least. "Is that so?" he asked, tapping his tip against Quirinus' lower lip. "I think we should test that theory, don't you? Here's my thinking. If you don't gag, I'll call you a good boy while you suck my cock. If you do, well..." he trailed off, flashing his fangs in another grin. "I'll just have to punish you for lying, won't I?" Assured, he took Q by the hair and slid his dick all the way down his throat.

[qthebookclerk]

Q flicked his tongue across the tip before nodding. There was a part of him that wanted to know what the punishment would be, but the other part wanted to be a good boy. There wasn't much time to think as his mouth was suddenly full though. Sure enough there was no gagging, just the tightened grip on Fenrir's thigh, and wide eyes looking up at him through his lashes. He wanted to move but the grip kept him in place for now.

[wolfruled]

"Good." Shrugging off his robes, Fenrir finally slid off the chair and stood tall. "I thought you might like the challenge." He had said he liked a little risk, after all. Inviting a werewolf into bed was quite the risk, indeed. "First, open your mouth," he ordered, beginning to stroke himself nice and slow. "How's that gag reflex?"

[qthebookclerk]

Q stayed on his knees, watching the man shrug off the rest of his robes. The challenge was there for sure. "I ah don't have one?" At least he hadn't found anything that made him gag before. He sat up a little on his knees, moving to rest a hand on Fenrir's leg. "At least no that I noticed." He did after speaking open his mouth, ready and waiting for what came next.

[wolfruled]

Fenrir threw his head back in a barking laugh, cock bobbing in his lap as he did so. How? He had heard similar exclamations throughout his life, and for good reason—as large as he was, he was proportionate everywhere it counted. "I'm good at making it fit," he said, tongue swiping along his lips. "Think you can handle it?"

[qthebookclerk]

Q's eyes didn't stray far from the cock that bobbed. For a moment he was stunned but he looked up at Fenrir nodded. "Yeah I think so." He was pretty sure at least. "What first?" He wanted directions. Needed them really.

[wolfruled]

Greyback regarded him with an air of lustful amusement. "Oh fuck, indeed," he said, a sharp-toothed grin stretched across his face. "That's exactly what it will be doing. Go on," he continued, leaning forward in his seat. "Get the rest off and you can have your reward."

[qthebookclerk]

Q didn't know he heard that but the blush was back. Q tugged the rest of Fenrir's pants off, tugging them down and off. He ended up on his knees as he finished the task, looking up at the wolf. His eyes flickered from Fenrir's eyes to his naked bottom half a few times in shock. "Sorry...I...how?" How was pretty opened ended and Fenrir could take it however he wanted and would probably land on an answer Q was looking for.

[qthebookclerk]

It was sheer luck that he had managed not to fall. Q gasped softly, feeling the hands work down his body. He was already getting excited and nodded. "Yes." He wanted this and did whatever he needed to make it easier.

[wolfruled]

"Good boy," he purred, sliding his briefs down his legs. Now that Quirinus was fully naked, he could admire him more freely. "Now you can do me." Grinning, Fenrir gently slid him off of his lap, spreading his legs. "Trousers first, I think."

[qthebookclerk]

Being called a good boy made his brain short circuit a little. He loved it, and it was clear in the way he perked up more. Q slowly left the other’s lap before reaching for the button on Fenrir’s pants. He got them open only to have his eyes grow wider at what was waiting for him. Very softly and under his breath he said “oh fuck.”

[wolfruled]

Should he have needed it, Fenrir would have made sure that he didn't slide off his lap, but Quirinus seemed at least experienced enough to maneuver his body by himself. All the better for it—that gave Greyback the opportunity to touch him elsewhere, hands running down along his sides to hook into his briefs. "May I?" he asked, pulling back just enough to get an eyeful of what he was doing.

[qthebookclerk]

It was sheer luck that he had managed not to fall. Q gasped softly, feeling the hands work down his body. He was already getting excited and nodded. "Yes." He wanted this and did whatever he needed to make it easier.

[qthebookclerk]

A let out a small eep feeling the tongue against his skin. His eyes closed as he kept working on his shirt, peeling it off once it was undone. The two scars easily visible now but also his smaller frame. A tilted his head so Fen could get a good angle for the kiss. At the feeling of Fenrir up against his legs he moved to straddle the wolf, hands resting on his shoulders.

[wolfruled]

Fenrir pulled back just long enough to admire his body, licking his lips with anticipation. He had a nice build, all things considered—and while he kept to his word that he wouldn't touch his scars, he took the time to admire them. Excellent work, whoever had done the deed. Diving back into the crook of his shoulder, he began to suck another hickey into their skin. "Now your trousers," he mumbled, hooking his fingers into Quirinus' waistband.

[qthebookclerk]

Q took in a few breathes, catching them from the sensation alone of having someone leave marks on his skin. Soft moans left his mouth as he felt the lips on his skin once again. The order was simple enough to follow, he started on his pants. He undid the button himself.

Q kicked off his shoes before lifting just enough off Fenrir's lap to slip one leg out of his pants before sitting once more. The other leg was kicked off easily. He only had briefs on now, the packer having been discarded with his pants.

[qthebookclerk]

Q felt the rush of blood coming up his face, making his ears red as there were lips against his neck. His heart beat faster as he felt the hand on his chest. "Yeah...perfect really." He moved to start unbuttoning his shirt with wobbly hands of anticipation and excitement.

[wolfruled]

Lips trailing further down, Fenrir tucked his face against his neck, feeling out his pulse point with his tongue. Easy to find, as quick as it was. "I'll say," he murmured against his skin, other hand creeping around to feel up his thigh. Sucking a bruise into his neck, he began to grind his growing hardness up between his legs. "Keep going."

[qthebookclerk]

A let out a small eep feeling the tongue against his skin. His eyes closed as he kept working on his shirt, peeling it off once it was undone. The two scars easily visible now but also his smaller frame. A tilted his head so Fen could get a good angle for the kiss. At the feeling of Fenrir up against his legs he moved to straddle the wolf, hands resting on his shoulders.

[wolfruled]

"Of course," he agreed, leaning in to kiss along his jaw. "Now that you're comfortable," he continued, hand sliding down along his chest; "maybe we can get you out of your robes. What do you say?"

[qthebookclerk]

Q felt the rush of blood coming up his face, making his ears red as there were lips against his neck. His heart beat faster as he felt the hand on his chest. "Yeah...perfect really." He moved to start unbuttoning his shirt with wobbly hands of anticipation and excitement.