#hamish duke smut

[blackheartvore]

Greybeard's Games

A The Order story requested by @voretrashcan

Randall woke up famished. The thought of food just seemed to make him antsy. He could feel the tug of his werewolf hide, Greybeard, urging him to go find a snack and he knew the hide wouldn't be satisfied with some ribs at the Blade & Chalice.

His stomach grumbled and his mind was focused on nothing but his fellow knights. Hamish would probably be back at the house and Jack was finishing up a class before he would come back to the dorms. Randall scrambled to his feet and threw on some clothes.

He bounded across campus, making his way to the house. He wasn't sure why, but the thought of Hamish made him lick his lips. Randall plowed through the front door, motivated by Greybeard to find his fellow knight.

"Hamish! I know you're in here, buddy!" Randall called out.

"What do you want Randall?" Hamish's voice came from the bar.

"How's my favorite knight doing?"

Randall licked his lips again as he took in the sight of Hamish in just a robe. Greybeard's thoughts seemed to focus on Hamish's exposed skin and defined muscles. His stomach rumbled again, reminding him of how hungry he was.

"Doing just fine, thank you." Hamish popped together a cocktail shaker and gave a few solid shakes before pouring a drink out over some ice, "Didn't expect you until tonight. Any reason you're here so early?"

"Maybe..."

Randall slipped behind the bar with his fellow knight. He reached down and undid the belt on Hamish's robe, throwing it open. Randall's hunger spiked at the sight.

"A little afternoon delight, huh?" Hamish shrugged the robe off, letting it drop to the floor.

"Something like that." Randall stepped closer, putting his hands on Hamish's waist.

Randall's senses were full with the smell of Hamish's body. The scent of sweat and musk was driving him wild. Greybeard urged him to fill his stomach.

"You don't need these then..." Hamish said as he pushed down Randall's running shorts.

"Sorry, 'ham sandwich'." Randall mumbled.

"Sorry?"

Hamish was cut off as Randall lunged forward, wrapping his maw around his fellow knight's head. Hamish was the tastiest thing Randall had ever put in his mouth. Greybeard urged him to swallow Hamish in further and he wasn't about to resist.

Randall was able to get Hamish's shoulders into his throat. As the knight finally started to resist being eaten, Randall had to use all of his strength and most of Greybeard's to keep his grip on him. He let his tongue roam over Hamish's body, tasting his pecs, pits and abs.

Randall lifted Hamish up and gulped the knight down until he could finally feel Hamish's head move into his stomach. He needed to feel full. He took a few more swallows and Hamish's groin dragged over his tongue. He slathered every inch with his tongue, giving attention to Hamish's balls and hole.

Randall couldn't wait any longer. He slurped down Hamish's thighs, his fellow knight spasming out an orgasm as he started to curl up in his stomach. Randall let the rest of Hamish slide on down, finally feeling somewhat full.

He carried his now bulky belly to one of the chairs, plopping himself down into it. The impact forced the gas out of his stomach. Randall let out a long belch that shook the whole house. Afterwards he sighed contentedly.

Randall rubbed over Hamish's squirming form, "Hehehe, 'ham sandwich'. Definitely as tasty as one. You feel amazing by the way, love how you're struggling in there. Don't stop buddy."

He let out another long burp, enjoying a second taste of Hamish. He rolled his neck and shifted in the chair, getting more comfortable before settling into a nice nap.

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Randall woke up much later, stomach noticably smaller. What had been a very sizable gut, was little more than a pot belly now. The contentedness was gone, replaced by Greybeard scratching at the back of his mind, urging him to eat again. And he knew just where to find another tasty snack.

He found his shorts, pulling them back on before heading out into the night to return to campus. A brisk jog later and he was back at his dorm. He popped behind the RA desk and grabbed the keys to Jack's room.

Randall headed upstairs and listened at Jack's door, hearing only soft snores before he quietly opened it. He slipped into the room and carefully closed the door behind him. All he could smell inside was Jack, not just his sweat and musk, but cum too.

Randall's eyes adjusted quickly. Now he could see Jack sprawled across his bed, face down. He licked his lips again, eager for another taste of werewolf. This time he wasn't sure if the feeling came from Greybeard or himself, but he couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of the 'Prime Beef' tattoo on Jack's ass.

"God damn, you're a snack." Randall whispered under his breath.

Randall hunched over the bed, and took in Jack's head. He found it a lot easier to stretch his maw and gulp down this second meal. Not that he didn't make sure to enjoy the way Jack tasted.

Randall kept a tight grip, not letting his fellow knight escape his grasp. He shoveled Jack down, slurping over all the exposed and apparently cum covered skin. Randall could only think about how good Jack tasted. His fellow knight was so tasty, maybe even more than Hamish.

As Randall swallowed down Jack, thighs and calves slipping down his gullet, he took one last taste of the knight's feet. A final gulp filled his belly again and he happily dropped down onto Jack's bed. The frame creaked under their combined weight. As Jack struggled inside of him, the motion coaxed out a deep belch that seemed to shake the bed and walls. It was loud enough that Jack's neighbor banged on the wall, complaining about the 'bass'.

He felt full again, very happily full.

"Damn Jack, you really are some prime beef. Feel free to struggle a bit. I'll see how long I can make this last."

Randall could sense that Greybeard seemed to be pretty happy with him. He let out another few belches, annoying Jack's neighbors again, but eventually his stomach settled out. It wasn't much longer before Randall fell into a digestion coma, dreaming about future meals.

#gay vore #male pred #male prey #male vore #same size vore #m/m #my writing #the order smut #randall carpio pred #hamish duke prey #jack morton prey

[wildflowerwattpad0217]

Nobody:

Me finding out The Order won't be renewed for season 3:

#hamish duke #hamish duke smut #the order #the order netflix #randall carpio #the order imagines

[losers-club6]

either i’m imagining things or there was a hamish duke smut before. i swear there was one but i can’t find it. i will forever be upset about this. if the person who created it reads this please put it back up!!!

#hamish duke #the order #hamish duke x reader #hamish duke smut

[knightofthecourt]

Love Bites - Chapter 6

Belatrice Gray was a TA at Belgrave University, working hard to stay on top of her marking and trying not to flunk her own studies, when a night out with her bff Randall and his roommates, changed everything.

Hamish Duke x OC fiction with fluff, romance and angst. OC description has been left out to allow for reader personalisation!

His kiss scorched her skin and stole her breath. Electricity zipped up her spine and exploded behind her eyelids in a crescendo of coloured lights.

Bela felt as if she had always been waiting for this moment.

Hamish pulled her into his lap and she settled with her legs straddling his. She lifted her hands to his head, running fingers through his hair and to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. When he finally broke away they were both breathing heavily. 

“Bela,” Hamish whispered. She liked the way he said her name, as if it was some sort of wish. His cheeks were flushed and lips slightly swollen, but his eyes were focused. “Do you want this? I mean, is this what you-”. 

“Haim,” Bela interrupted him, steel threading her tone. “Yes. Yes - please just kiss-” she broke off as Hamish crashed his lips against hers again. He ran a hand across her cheek, gently cradling her face in his palm as his kiss softened. When she gasped in response he slid his tongue across her bottom lip, chasing the sweet taste of lemon and gin that still coated the corners of her mouth. Bela parted her lips.  

“Bedroom?” Hamish spoke between kisses. Bela nodded and then squealed as he rose from the sofa, lifting her with him as if she weighed nothing. She tucked her legs around his waist and he planted his hands firmly under her as he moved steadily towards a door on the wall opposite them. She barely had time to look at her surroundings before she was placed on a soft bed. The mattress beside her dipped as Hamish joined her. 

Bela grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled him closer to her, then winced and hissed slightly as pressure bit into her thighs. Though alcohol had done a lot to help numb the ache and make her more comfortable, her injuries weren’t going unnoticed.         

Hamish gave her a pained look. “Bels, I don’t want to hurt you.” He drew away, placing a steadying hand on her hip when she let out a whine of frustration and tried to pull him closer. “I’m serious, I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt you.” 

Bela touched the side of his face, his expression was so serious. 

“I promise it’s ok, I’m fine, just a little sore.” He looked unconvinced. “I’ll tell you if it hurts, I promise Haim. Now take your shirt off.” 

He smiled a little as Bela tugged at the fabric between them. 

“Ok.” He pulled off his navy button-down, revealing, as Bela had suspected, an incredibly well-toned and muscular physique. 

“Can I?” He ran his hand down the side of her hip. Bela nodded.  

Hamish carefully grasped the edge of her leggings, slowly peeling off her clothes until she was bare from the waist down. He knelt lower down the bed, looking back up at Bela with an unreadable expression in his eyes. Seconds passed and she was afraid that he was going to refuse to go any further, but after a moment he ran his hands lightly over the patchwork of purple and blue that now bloomed across a third of her upper legs.  

He leaned closer to the bruises until his lips were just brushing them. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, kissing the edge of her injured skin. 

“I’m never,” kiss. 

“Ever,” kiss. 

“Going to let this,” kiss. 

“Happen again.” As he kissed, he moved further up her thighs, peppering her skin until he reached his goal.

Bela gasped when his lips made contact, the sight of his head between her legs, hair ruffled from its usually neat parting and threaded through her fingers was almost too much to bear. 

He caressed her thoroughly, applying the same diligent and focused precision that he brought to every task that came under his capable hands. By the time Bela called out his name she could swear that a mere gesture from him could make oceans part and cities fall. 

As she opened her eyes, Hamish pulled away, his sudden absence leaving her breathless and aching with anticipation.   

“Haim-” Bela let out a strangled sound. “I need you - please.” 

Hamish nodded and pulled off the rest of his clothes, not needing any further preparation. He helped her remove her shirt, stopping only momentarily to place a kiss on the sensitive spot at the crook of her neck, before hovering above her, careful not to rest any unnecessary weight where it could cause her pain. 

“You’re sure this is what you want?” He questioned. 

Bela simply nodded. She didn’t trust herself to speak. She couldn’t find the right words to describe that her need for him went so far beyond want at this point. 

They both groaned in relief as he pushed steadily into her. Hamish paused for a moment, giving her time to adjust to his presence while he kissed her deeply, and then they moved in unison. 

The air in the room was close and heavy, full of gasps and whispered pleads as their movements grew in frequency, each responding in turn to the other’s requests until they were in perfect synchronisation. As the rhythm increased Bela let out a whimper. 

“Hamish, I’m gonna-”

“Hold on,” he murmured, “I’m almost there with you, I just need to-”. 

He maneuvered her gently and placed her on her side, making sure not to put any pressure on her injured thighs. As he hit new depths inside her, a moan escaped from Bela’s lips

From this position, with Hamish cradling her tenderly from behind she could feel as his body went taut against her soft curves. She felt the rumble of his breath across her ear as he growled lightly, and how his grip tightened on her hip, but she didn’t catch when his nails lengthened ever so slightly, into claws.  

His pace quickened almost imperceptibly and that was all it took for Bela to reach her peak. Tumbling over, fluttering around him, she gasped, breathing Hamish’s name like a prayer. 

It was at that moment, as Hamish surrendered himself fully inside her warmth, with Bela chanting his name like a mantra, that his eyes flooded with silver and he leaned forward, burying his fangs in the soft, smooth skin at the base of her neck, piercing the flesh.     

Bela screamed, once, and then everything was silent.

#the order #hamish duke #hamish duke x reader #hamish duke x oc #randall carpio #lillith bathory #werewolf #the knights of st christopher #hamish duke smut #the knights of saint christopher #love bites

[luv4fandoms]

Kinda wanna write a Hamish smut

Like maybe if the werewolves had a mating season, would anyone be interested?

#the order #hamish duke imagine #hamish duke x reader #hamish duke oneshot #hamish duke fanfic #hamish duke #hamish duke smut #werewolves

[ninimackbrews]

TA Dreams

Pairing: Hamish Duke x TA!Reader

Warnings: Language, fluff, almost smut (I cant write it well so I write almost smuts) Professor student (ig) relations, teasing, wet dream.

Summary: Hamish has a dream that he really, really, shouldn’t about his TA, and when she finds out, she decides to try and help make his dreams come true.

A/N: I do not own the precious Hamish Duke, nor any of the characters mentioned. 

Grip. Tug. Groan. Rut. Repeat. Hamish was sweating, his face pressed into his pillow, his hands wrapped around the sheet, his hips grinding against the mattress, groans tumbling from his lips. In his mind he was on top of you, hips rocking against yours, your hair in his hand, his lips on your neck. The worst part, it was you his TA, his student, but that's what made it hotter; the fact it was so wrong. 

This continued for a few minutes, moans getting increasingly higher, grinds quicker, till he reached peak, your name slipping from his lips. His eyes shot open, immediately realizing it was a dream. God, this was bad for him, he should not have a dream about his student like that. Hamish rolled over onto his back, groaning at the dampness in his shorts. He had never had a dream that realistic before, and he had never had a dream about fucking. 

He threw his blanket off, shuffling to his dresser to change. The clock on his nightstand read 5:45 am, he had to get up soon anyways to get ready for his first lecture of the day. His first lecture that you just so happened to be helping him with. 

“Fuck,” he sighed, flopping down on his bed after changing. The dream was burned into his, the way you tossed your head back and moaned his name, it was sinful, but amazing. He didn’t quite know how he was going to handle being in the same room with you after it. He could have you run the paper work he had to run after this lecture, but that would involve you coming in and out of the room. He could have you sit in the back and grade the tests he had in a stack on the corner of his desk, but that would involve looking at you constantly. Or he could have you lead the lecture and sit back and watch, but that could end just as bad as the latter, maybe even worse. 

He had no idea what to do, he would have to figure it out when he got to the lecture. 

Two hours later, Hamish stood at the white board the front of his classroom. The black marker in his hand ran across the board fluidly, Philosophy, written in big letters. Underneath were questions such as To what extent do we have free will?, What does it mean for an action to be right?, What does it mean for an action to be wrong?. Each question had a list of five names next to it. He had figured out what he was going to do in the two hours he had spent trying to get the dream out of his head. 

“Professor Duke?” Hamish jumped at your voice. He looked over his shoulder at you, you were pulling out your headphones with a confused look on your face, head turning to look at the clock, “You’re here early.”

Hamish chuckled a bit, nodding, “Uhm, yeah, I was up quite early this morning so I thought I’d go ahead and come in,” You nodded dropping your satchel behind his desk, “Plus I have made an adjustment to todays lesson.”

Your eyebrows raised. Today was going to be a hard work day, at least that’s what his premade syllabus said. You never thought you’d see the day that this man would change his plans. You smiled, leaning against the desk watching him write the names on the board. Your head tilted, eyes scanning your professor, it was something you did often. Awful, you know, but you couldn’t really help it, he was younger, attractive and the only professor on the whole campus who you actually enjoyed being around, he had a sort of beacon in him that called to you, he was something different.

Your eyes raked his body. He wore typical slacks, a black tie and a white and navy spotted shirt covered with a navy button down vest that was tight across his back. Your mind wondered to what it would feel like under your fingers, how it would feel to have your nails run down his back, how it would feel to have your legs wrapped-

“Staring is not polite Miss. Y/l/n,” Hamish smirked at the board, not bothering to turn around to know you had your eyes on him. He could feel your stare on his back and if possible you would have burned a hole right through him. 

You coughed, trying to shake off your embarrassment. You rounded the desk and made your way to stand next to him. Hamish stiffened. The scent of your minty conditioner, it over took his senses, made him falter in his writing a bit, which did not go unnoticed to you. Your raised a finger to the third group on the board, across his body, purposely brushing his arm with yours. 

“Lynell and Sara should be separated, or else they'll eat each other’s faces,” you smiled shyly. Hamish raised an eyebrow looking down at you. He hummed a quick okay, and moved Sara to group one. 

Hamish finished went to walk to his desk, but you stood between he and it. He drew a quick in take of air as he almost walked into you, noticing that you weren’t going to move. His eyes fell to the floor stepping around you to stand behind his desk. His hands came to rest on the desk, his head lolling forward, the dream coming back to haunt him. Your voice was sweeter than usual, if it was a side effect of the dream it was going to be the death of him. He reached for his coffee taking a sip.

“What would you like me to do Professor?” Your voice was silk that made him choke on his coffee. He coughed, your hand coming up to rub his back in a slight panic, “Shit, are you okay?” 

Hamish coughed more reaching for the water bottle in his bag, taking deep gulps, trying to calm himself. Just at that time students started to pour into the classroom. He capped the bottle looking up at the clock then back at you. Your eyes were wide and worried and your hand was resting on his shoulder. You noticed your hand, quickly snatching it away, tucking it in your back pocket. Hamish took a deep breath before motioning for you to take a seat in the chair next to his desk, which was yours anyways. 

When all the students found their seats and were somewhat attentive to him he began to talk.

“As you can see, I have split you into groups. I want you to get with these people and discuss the question. Give me all you can think of regarding the question. I expect you to record your thoughts. You have the period and next class you will present to us what you came up with.” Hamish watched all the students get up and move around, their groans of protest not going unnoticed. He took a seat in his own chair, glancing at you, met with your eyes already trained on him.

Hamish recalled the dream once again, your eyes had been pleading for him, begging him, now they were just staring at him, it was invasive, but he enjoyed the feeling. He grabbed the tests on the corner of his desk and placed them between you both, the answer key in his hand was placed above them.

“This is what we will be doing,” he sighed, you nodded, digging in your bag for a pen.

“Professor?”

“Mhm?”

“May I borrow a pen?” Hamish gave you a slide look, his eyes flicking to your bag where he could plainly see a black pen sticking out of the side. You were doing it on purpose, teasing him, and he knew it, would he stop it, no, not at all because he liked it too. Hamish reached across his desk taking a red pen from the jar. He handed it to you without looking at you, which you used to your advantage. Your fingers wrapped around the pen, brushing his lightly.

Hamish’s ears turned pink and his head fell further, trying to concentrate on the grading before him. You smirked at his reaction, that’s the reaction you desired. With that you got to work. 

The class ended and the students filed out slowly. Hamish stood behind his desk, stuffing the ungraded tests into is bag. You were leaning on the front of his desk, watching him rush to put his things away. You readjusted your satchel, eyes trained on his hands. They were lean and long and you couldn’t hep but to think about the roaming your body, tracing your figure delicately like a sculpture.

“Miss. Y/l/n, I’m not fond of telling you that staring is impolite,” Hamish huffed, he felt your stare again. It made him feel powerful, yes, but it also made him feel out of control, he couldn’t guarantee he wouldn’t admit something he shouldn’t.

“Y/n,” you said softly, looking up at him through your lashes. Hamish stopped his movements, his attention fully resting on you.

“What?” He asked. What? You had never asked him to call you by your first name, Its not like he didn’t know it, the dream from that morning was an obvious example of that, but you had never told him to call you that.

“My name, sir, Y/n. My last name is to formal for me,” you let out a breathy laugh.

“Well Y/n, staring is impolite and you probably shouldn’t continue.” Hamish took a seat in his chair again, his gaze trained on your face. The heat of embarrassment crept up your neck. In all honesty, you told him you name because toy wanted to hear him say it, you wanted to hear him call it out like a prayer.

“Can I tell you something Professor?” You asked shyly. Hamish held his breath, but nodded. He was not ready to hear what you had to say, his mind was racing, heart pounding a mile a minute, the dream vividly playing behind his eyelids.

You let your bag fall from your shoulder with a soft thud. Hamish leaned back in his chair, legs spread, total college boy stance, no where near his usual Professor posture.

“I don’t want to. And most of the time I can’t help it. You realize you are the most attractive man on campus?” You took short steps around his desk till you were standing right in front of him between his legs. Hamish hummed in response, head tilting back to watch you. You smirked down at him, the frown present on his forehead, a concentration frown, like he was holding back. You leaned down, hands on either arm of the chair, coming close to his face.

Hamish held his breath again, the proximity making him choke. It was dangerous, he knew that, but the smell of your minty breath fanning across his face made him resist telling you to stop. He shifted back some, the shift brining attention to how tight his slacks were across his lap.

“Professor-“

“Hamish, call me Hamish, Y/n.”

“Okay, Hamish.” his name on your lips made him shudder, it sounded just as it did in his dream. 

“Hamish, I had a dream last night-”

“Did I fuck you?” Hamish mumbled, him mouth moved and produced the words before he had the time to think. You were taken aback at his forwardness, but you were shocked at how he knew.

“Yeah, you did actually.” You leaned back, hands leaving the chair. Hamish came up out of his seat pushing you against his desk, trapping you between his arms. 

“I had the same dream baby.” The pet name shooting a surge of heat right to your core. To know he had the same dream meant he felt the same as you did. You now knew he wanted you as much as you wanted him. Hamish bent closer, his nose brushing yours, then he stopped, as if he was waiting for you to make the next move, like he was asking for permission. You granted it to him. You met him halfway, your lips connecting with his softly. His chapped lips moved slowly against yours, becoming addicted to the taste of your cherry flavored chapstick. 

Hamish began to pull away, but you reached out, one hand gripping his tie tugging him closer and the other’s forefinger looping in his belt loop to pull his hips against yours, his bulge prominent against your leg. Hamish groaned into the kiss, his fingers pressing into your waist, a death grip that was sure to leave marks, not that you cared. Your hips began to move on their own accord, grinding against his. His lips left yours to trail down your neck, leaving pink and purple marks as he went. 

“Hamish,” You moaned, it was a bit loud, but he loved it, hearing his name on your tongue like it was a sin. Then it clicked. Hamish stumbled back tripping over the chair behind him, hitting the chalk board with a huff. Hands ran through his hair and over his face. You stood their shocked at his sudden break away.

“We can’t- I can’t I-you’re my student- that’s... that’s not right,” He fumbled over his thoughts, trying to make sense of what he had just started. You let out a soft laugh at his disheveled state, his hair sticking up all over the place, his tie hanging loosely around his neck, and his, well his bulge still quite prominent in his pants. 

“Hey, breathe, it’s alright,” You sighed, stepping closer to him, “But if you want to walk out of here you need to fix yourself.” You smiled at him, hands coming up to his hair to make it look some what presentable. Hamish stared down at you in disbelief, not only did he just back away from making out with you, but here you are trying to make him look like a professor again so he can leave. 

Hamish pushed your hands away gently, his left cupping your cheek, “God you are beautiful,” He murmured, brushing the stray hairs from your face. You blushed up at him, you hands trailing up his chest to adjust his tie back into it’s right place. 

“Before you go and apologize, let me do it first,” You began, but you didn’t have time to finish as Hamish place his mouth on yours, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip, causing you to let out a small gasp which he used to slip his tongue into your mouth. You explored each other for a few moments before you had to pull away, completely out of breath. 

Hamish leaned his forehead against yours, your breath mixing, “Don’t apologize, love, let me take you to get a drink, and then maybe we can finish up else where, mhm?”

“I’d like that,” You giggled, your fingers toying with the hairs at the base of his neck. 

“Great, lets get out of here.”

“Hamish?”

“Yes beautiful?”

“My, uh, my lipstick is kind of all over your mouth,” You let out a laugh as Hamish groaned, reaching behind you for a tissue from his desk drawer, bringing it up to wipe his face of your red lipstick.

“This is going to be fun,” Hamish chuckled, his hand coming to rest on the small of your back to guide you out of the classroom after you grabbed your bag and made sure he had no more lipstick on his lips. And to think, you both had a dream about Professor Duke fucking his Teacher’s Assistant. 

A/N: Murder me this was awful, so it was going to be a full blown smut, but that didn’t happen because I CANNOT write smut sadly. But I hope you enjoyed it all in all. 

#hamish duke #Hamish Duke imagine #Hamish duke imagines #Hamish duke smut #jack morton #jack morton imagine #randall carpio #randall carpio imagine #lilith bathory #Lilith bathory imagines #the order #the order imagine #the knights of saint christopher #the knights of saint christopher imagines #kILl mE

[gingersimasnaps]

True Colors (Vera Stone/Hamish Duke)

Title: True colors Word count: 4601 Summary: Vera Stone needs to paint her living room. Hamish Duke is ready to help. fluff&smut; OOC Vera; AU - law office

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„Mr. Duke, don’t you really have better things to do than watching me?“ CEO of Blue Rose Law Office Vera Stone was standing with her back turned to him, reading through some documents she pulled out of a shelf.

Hamish blinked. Was he really that obvious, or did she just… know? Because that was exactly what she was doing. She knew things. She knew that Angus, complete idiot from analytic department, smoked a cigarette on the toilets at the opposite end of the building, even though no smoking was rule number one in the office. She knew who hacked his colleague Nicole’s phone and sent photos of her and her girlfriend to almost everyone, though the evidence didn’t exist, and police IT specialists came empty handed. She knew when some employee wanted to call in sick, hours before the employee even thought about this idea.

„Hmmm… Actually no, I don’t think so,“ answered Hamish. Vera turned to him with rigid expression on her face, but when he smirked, she just rolled her eyes. If it was someone else, she would probably just wipe them out of the face of the Earth. It was more than obvious she had a soft spot for Hamish.

Blue Rose Law Office was well known across the whole city of Belgrave. For its quality too, of course, but mainly for the fact it was almost hermetically closed for ordinary people. Unless you were a spoiled descendant of some high-ranking snob, you didn't have a chance to get into the Blue Rose. But about a year and a half ago, it was discovered that CEO Edward Coventry, who was also high seated in the city council, was tunneling Blue Rose for his own enrichment. He had been doing so systematically and successfully for several years, with the help of influential clients who owed him for saving them from justice. After the truth came out, he was removed from management. No one was too surprised when he ran away. It has been speculated that he‘s been hiding on his private island Vade Maecum in the southern Caribbean.

Vera was selected to be the new head of the office. It was a logical step. Surprisingly, as the newest member of the Gnostic council (seriously, this company was so snobbish, that their managing board was named Gnostic, and even people had their rankings – Hamish was currently a Magistratus, which was pretty high for a newcomer), she exposed Coventry's unfair practices and helped to break his entire plan. Her promotion was the reward. And simply because she was Vera Stone, she drastically changed established practices. She hired a whole bunch of young, relatively ordinary people to join the company. Some left after a shorter or longer time, but otherwise it turned out that Vera really knew where to reach - most of the new staff had proven to be very capable and useful to the office. Everyone got an assigned person, something like a tutor. Hamish had no idea how he ended up under the leadership of Vera Stone herself, but although his friends from the office either teased him mercilessly about that or pitied him, he was happy with the outcome. He had always been able to appreciate a strong person in leadership. And Vera was definitely such a person.

They’d been working together for a little over a year, during which time they built a working relationship based on trust in each other's decisions, on the fact that they both excelled in something different and complemented each other perfectly, on the long nights they spent over documents and contracts… And also on the tension that was between them. Not hostile, definitely not. He had once thought it came from Vera's reluctance, or perhaps outright inability to trust anyone, but now, for some time now, he had been sure that what was literally sparkling the air between them was a mutual attraction that the two were trying to fiercely suppress. But it was precisely these moments - when Hamish made some cheeky remark and she didn‘t kill him for it - that proved that they may not be as strong as they seem at first glance.

"Okay," Vera sighed, snapping the file closed and putting it back in its place. "I think we should call it a night. It's late, and I have work tomorrow. "

"Here?" Hamish asked, and dug his heels on the ground to pull his body into a slightly more upright position. He sat in a comfortable office chair, and during the evening he had made himself even more comfortable by sliding down.

"No," the blackhaired woman replied, walking back in her awfully high heels to the table where she sat on her own chair. "I need to paint the living room. I have a day off tomorrow for the first time in ages, so it‘s the right time. "

"Paint? Will you paint — like by yourself? ”Hamish said this before he could stop himself, and this time Vera really gave him a hard look.

"There's something surprising about that, Mr. Duke? ”

"Of course not," Hamish replied. "I was just wondering if you wouldn‘t want to… help."

And here it was again. He really meant it as just an offer of help, but for some reason it sounded like he was offering her help with something completely different. Vera looked at him.

"Hm," she said, resting her chin on her index finger, "it's true that I could probably appreciate a… man's hand." He didn‘t believe she wasn't flirting with him now. He leaned in a little.

"So what time?" God, it really sounded like they were arranging some secret rendezvous at a hotel.

"Eight o‘clock," Vera replied. "Sharp." She got up, picked up her purse, and headed for the door.

"Are you going to spend the night in my office?" She asked him as she had her coat draped over her arm, and Hamish still showed no signs of getting up.

"Not today," he told her, as if he intended to any other night. She rolled her eyes at him again and let him pass so she could lock her office. Together they went to the underground garages. There was silence on the elevator ride, and Hamish wondered what she was thinking about.

"Good night, Grand Magus," he told her as she unlocked her car and was about to get in it. The Grand Magus was a nickname given to her by one of the newcomers. Hamish would bet anything it was his friend Randall. Of course, the nickname reached her, but probably no one had dared to use it right in front of her yet.

Vera narrowed her eyes and gave him a slightly ironic smile. "I hope you haven't forgotten what I said. Sharp. ”She got into her luxury SUV and started the car. Hamish smiled and opened the door to his car. Vera was already leaving when he took off. He noticed that she was watching him in the rearview mirror. The prospect of painting had never been more interesting, he thought, and he also drove home to get a good night's sleep before tomorrow's work.

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The next morning, at exactly eight o'clock, he rang the bell at Vera's house. When she opened the door for him, he was quite surprised. He only knew her as the leading person of the office in her ‚CEO's uniform‘, which included a dress or nice costume, and high heels. But now she stood before him barefoot, in leggings and a plain white T-shirt, her hair tied in a messy knot.

"Did you swallow your tongue along with your breakfast?" Vera asked, pulling him out of his contemplation of her outfit.

"No," he replied. "But when someone needs to start painting at eight in the morning, even if they have the whole day off, they have to count with the fact that not everyone is a morning bird." Vera rolled her eyes at him again – that was slowly becoming their sign - and let him go inside. Hamish took off his shoes and coat and handed her a box. She looked at him questioningly.

"Those are doughnuts. No tarantula is going out of it, ”he grinned, watching in astonishment as Vera shuddered with disgust.

"Don't talk about spiders in front of me. Never."

“Arachnophobia? I wouldn't tip you on that. ”He followed her into the living room, which was connected to the kitchen. "I wouldn't tip you on orange, either," he added when he saw the kitchen walls.

"It's apricot," she corrected him immediately. "Did you come to solve my phobias or paint?"

"Depends on the situation," Hamish replied nonchalantly. He went to the living area. Vera had already managed to cover the floor with plastic and move all the things that weren’t too heavy for her to be picked up by herself. Together with Hamish, they set out to push the heavy, massive furniture away from the walls to access them.

"Really, is such furniture necessary at all?" Hamish snorted. "If you don't want it to fall apart after five days of use, it is," Vera snapped, almost out of breath. Fortunately, they had the last chest of drawers left. Hamish went to her to take down the photos of her. There were two. In one was Vera with some young, redhead girl. They seemed to be related. He had probably never seen his boss laughing so cheerfully as in the picture.

"That's my niece," Vera said, suddenly appearing beside him. "Laura."

"I didn't know you have a niece."

"That’s pretty logical," she told him. "Theoretically, you shouldn’t be bothered with my personal life, especially considering that most employees think I don't even have any, but if you're already holding the photo…" she shrugged.

"Are you close?" Hamish asked. "And I don't think you don‘t have a personal life."

"Um, I suppose yes, we are. She lived here with me for a few years, but then she decided to attend Yale and moved there." Hamish decided not to ask why Laura didn't live with her parents.

"What is she studying?"

"Law." It was Vera who grinned now for a change, and Hamish chuckled.

"Runs in the family, apparently."

"Yeah, sort of."

He set the frame behind him in the prepared box, and took another, a little smaller, in his hand. "Is this Laura, too?" He asked another question, showing the photo to Vera. He saw her features stiffen.

"No. Katharine. My daughter, " she replied in a tone that made it clear she would not answer the next question about the baby in the picture, and snatched it from his hand. Hamish understood, of course, but that didn't mean it didn't ignite his curiosity. He didn't need to extract evidently painful memories from her. But he wanted to get to know Vera. Not CEO Stone, but Vera. The woman who painted the walls herself, had a niece studying law at Yale and who had just played a music CD from ABBA.

"Can we get started?" She threw a paint roller at him.

"Sure, Magus. What color? ”

"White first, to make the color brighter. Then red. "

"I didn't expect anything else." After half an hour of painting, he realized that Vera was humming in a low voice along with the CD. He stopped and listened. His parents insisted on a music education, so as a child he was attending piano classes. He had never felt any great love for it, but right now he wished he could play the piano along with her singing, which sounded very good. Voulez-vous song ended, and – of course - Does Your Mother Know came next. Hamish began to hum, too. As soon as Vera heard that, she raised her voice a little. You're not gonna win this one, the blonde thought, and also added to the volume. Before long, they both sang as if they were at a concert, while the original tape of ABBA was barely audible. When the song ended, the two laughed. More, Hamish thought again. More of this sweet laughter.

After the white paint dried, they dug their rollers into the red color, but halfway through the walls, Vera let out a huff.

"That looks awful," she said, expressing the thought Hamish had had in his head from the beginning.

"I agree," he nodded. "We need to repaint it white again."

"Are you sure?"

"It can't get any worse."

"Cheeky," she told him with a smirk. As it was almost 4PM, they decided to take a break, and eat the dougnuts-not-tarantulas he brought. Then they went to work again.

Taking advantage of Vera's good mood, Hamish decided to tease her. He grabbed a brush, dipped it in paint, crept up behind her, and ran it over her nose during her unguarded moment.

"HEY!" Vera shouted, turning sharply to see Hamish's perfectly satisfied expression. "You’re so gonna pay for this,“ she growled with a sly smile, turning her back on him.

"I want to see that," he replied, turning back to his part of wall. He was alert, but probably not enough. At one point he bent down to dip the roller in the paint - and at that moment Vera's hand, soaked in white paint they were using, landed on his black T-shirt.

He looked at her, and suddenly an immense desire to kiss the triumphant grin on her face seized him. But then something better occurred to him. He grabbed her in his arms, making her yelp in surprise, and in one smooth motion he pressed her against the freshly painted wall. „So who won?“ he said, face centimeters from hers. It looked like she would want to fight and get out of his grip, so he pushed his knee inbetween her legs, to hold her in place. Vera gasped.

„This is not a… game, Mr. Duke,“ she said under her breath.

„Oh yeah? I had a feeling we could be a little playful since it’s our free day.“ Hamish let go one of her hips, only to pull the rubber band out of her vantablack hair, to let them fall freely all over the white, wet wall. His palm brushed a few strands out of her face, and when he shifted a little, his knee rubbed against Vera’s leggins, close to her center. Vera almost closed her eyes and arched against him a little, and that was all he needed.

He kissed her so heatedly and passionately, that he earned another whimper from her. Vera wounded her arms around his neck and when he pulled his leg from between her legs and gripped her butt instead, she wrapped her legs around him. Hamish finally detached her from the wall and backed off to where he suspected the couch was. Vera took his bottom lip between her teeth. His strong hands on her ass were driving her mad. She was coming home aroused almost regularly since they started working together, and first thing she would do when she got back to her house was to touch herself. Hamish and his damned smile, kind eyes, and the oh so intoxicating smell… She always ended up imagining it was his hand carresing her down there. And now, it was going to be finally, finally, finally true.

The blonde guy eventually opted to lay her on the fluffy white rug, not the couch, not letting go of her lips for one second. Vera closed her eyes when those lips touched that sensitive spot on her neck for the first time, and a soft moan escaped her. She tangled her hand in his hair and arched her back again a little. When she opened her eyes again, Hamish’s t-shirt was gone, and she had no idea how he did it. She forgot about it though, as soon as his hands gripped the hem of her own t-shirt, and took it off, along with her sport bra.

"So beautiful," whispered Hamish, his breath hot against her skin, and it sent a wave of arousal all the way down to her already wet slit.

„Gosh,“ she panted, when Hamish took one of her nipples into his mouth, and began sucking on it. Hamish smiled at her cunningly, and gently bit the nipple. Vera felt small pain, immediately soothed out by his tongue, and if she ever experienced heaven, it was right now. She heard some sounds of pleasure, and realized it was her own voice. God, what was this man doing to her… He could be literally just casually standing somewhere, wearing his smile, and she would consider it a turn on. But the only thing standing now was his cock, which was visible through his pants. Vera wanted to reach down and palm his bulge, but right just as she was raising her hand, Hamish decided to lick her stomach all the way down, right to the waist of her leggins.

"Oh God!" Vera dug her nails into his shoulders, feeling everything inside her twist with desire. Hamish bit the skin on her belly, and then, very impatiently, just ripped her pants and panties away.

"I should probably require a compensation for this," Vera panted. Hamish’s face appeared abover hers.

"Shut up, Magus," he growled, and kissed her so deeply that her brain just stopped for a while. Her hands were working on their own, clawing his back and leaving long red marks on it, soothing it right after with tender palm caresses. His kiss didn’t last long, though, and before she even tried to make her brain work, she felt Hamish’s tongue circling her pussy, but not touching her where she wanted him the most.

When the almost painful pleasure became too much for her to bear and Vera was literally trembilng with desire, she was torn between loving him and wanting to kill him.

"Hamish, please, please, stop teasing me," she almost sobbed, and in the way his lips moved upward against her sensitive flesh, she understood this was what he wanted her to do the whole time. The tip of his tongue touched her clit and she jerked her hips to him. He was unbelievable. Unbelievably goo-

"Jesus fuck!" Vera cried out loud, when Hamish put his whole mouth on her pussy and his tongue began attacking her swollen clit. She was dripping wet, good God, he was making her wetter than she ever been in her whole life - and she had had some good sex before.

She held his head close to her center with her thighs, almost as if afraid he will pull back, and leave her alone with this unbearable desire. But Hamish had no intentions to do so. Her mound had the most intoxicating smell, and it felt like silk, hot silk, and tasting her was already his favorite thing to do.

Vera bucked her hips to him, being so painfully, breathtakingly close… And then Hamish slid two of his fingers into her, curled them slightly, and started fucking her, excrutiatingly slowly. When he sucked her whole clit into his mouth and thrusted his fingers‘ full length into her, it sent her over the edge. She cried out with pure exctasy, eyes closed, back arched, ankles crossed behind his back, wishing for this feeling to never end.

Hamish was kissing his way back up, and when he captured Vera’s mouth once again, she could taste herself in his honey-like kisses, and it felt better than any other thing she had ever tasted. He slipped one arm under her back and then spun them around abruptly. Vera let out a surprised yelp, because she was suddenly sitting on him, and Hamish had to steady her by holding her hips.

"Easy, lady," he smiled. Vera felt like she could fly, but he was still so hard against her right thigh, and she thought it would be fair to give him release too. Who cares about painting, after all.

She kneeled beside him and took his pants down. At first, she only caressed him through his boxers - Calvin Klein, apparently he had some style - but he tried to prey her hand off.

"You don't have to-"

She cut him off with a finger on his lips. "I want to. And you definitely don't want to open a dispute with your boss.” With that, she pulled his underwear down, and took him in her soft, warm hand. Hamish supressed a moan. This woman is really one of a kind, he thought, when her hand moved up and down on his cock. When she bent her head down and took him in her deliciously hot mouth, teasing the tip of him with her tongue, another moan worked its way out of him. Even the plain sight of her head between his legs was almost too much, and her mouth felt so good and right… It didn’t took her more than a few minutes to make him come. The last thing he did before his seed spurted was to pull her back. For some reason he didn’t feel comfortable by the image of Vera swallowing his sperm - she was too precious for such thing.

They both needed a while to steady their breaths. Two piles of their clothes laid around them and half red, half white walls were waiting for them, but the two couldn’t care less. Hamish was first to stand up, and he pulled Vera with him, only to take her into his arms again. Vera wrapped her legs around his waist again, but this time, she took his face in her hands, and kissed him. Her long hair blocked him the view, so after a few steps, he stubbed his toe and fell forward. Fortunately, it was her couch. Vera squeaked, when her back hit the pillows, and he fell face first on her chest. She started laughing.

"Oh my God, this is like D grade category movie," she said between giggles. Hamish couldn’t help himself, and joined her in the laughter. He kissed the vale between her breasts.

"I think we need a shower."

“Definitely. We don't want to be sticky, “ Vera nodded. "Come." She got up from the couch, took his hand, and led him upstairs, to her big bathroom with an enormous bathtub.

„Of course,“ Hamish muttered with amusement. "Wouldn't expect anything less."

"Well, I like my comfort," she shrugged, and bent over the rim of the tub to turn the water on. Hamish felt himself twitch again at the sight of her beautifully shaped ass. Again, he couldn't help himself. He let his fingers travel lightly along her spine and over her butt. Then he lifted her and put her into the tub.

"Impatient, are we?" Said Vera with the tiniest of smiles.

"You are the one who will be profitting from it," Hamish answered, and pushed her to the corner of the tub, where she could sit. She watched him, intrigued. The man kneeled in the water, and pulled her legs apart. Vera felt her breath quickening already, and when he attacked her mound with his tongue and fingers again, she literally saw stars. If she expected something from their… painting job today, it was quick sex, at most. But of course, this was Hamish Duke, the most extraordinary man she ever met in her whole life. She should've known it won’t be just fucking. Not now, not ever.

Soon, her moans and grunts and "there, yes, like that, yes," filled the bathroom. After a while, when she was already close, Hamish's mouth left her pussy, and she felt a flash of anger, but then he brought their foreheads together and instead of his tongue, he pressed his thumb against her clit - and it gifted her with another orgasm, way more bigger than the first one. He didn't stop, though, and another huge wave soon ripped through her.

Hamish was watching her as she was slowly coming from heights back to him, and wondered if he would ever get enough of this sight. His boss‘ cheeks were tinted from the arousal, blue eyes were staring nowhere, and her legs were slightly shaking. God, he wanted to be inside her so badly… He quickly pulled her down to him, as she was still supple, leaned her against hir chest, and soaped her body.

Vera let him to do to whatever he wanted to her. She felt like she was under some spell. Maybe he was some kind of a magic practitioner, because she never felt like this around any man. But again, Hamish was different than all the men she met. So when he rinsed the soap from her, pulled her out of the tub and wrapped her in a bathrobe, she found his face with her hands.

"I want you," she whispered, lips pressed against his ear. And Hamish, being Hamish, bowed a little. For some reason, it turned her on even more than she already was, because who wouldn’t be after three amazing orgasms? They went to her bedroom together.

This time, both of them wanted it to be slow. Hamish was covering her whole body with kisses, Vera was caressing his torso. "Now," she whispered after a few minutes, or maybe hours?, but he already knew. Slowly, tenderly, his slid his member into her wet, silky, hot entrance, stayed still for a while, and then they moved simultaneously. Like they were made for each other, no matter how much it sounded like a cliché.

Even though Vera had never believed in such staged movie bullshit, they found their release together. When her walls started clenching around him a little, Hamish took one of her insanely long legs, and put it on his shoulder, so he could go deeper. Vera threw her head back, and in the very moment when her fourth orgasm of the day hit her and she came with his name on her lips, she felt Hamish spill himself deep into her, whispering "Vera“ several times over.

Hamish slid out from her, fell on his back, and Vera laid her head on his shoulder. She was completely worn out and her core and thighs ached, but it was the most beautiful kind of pain.

“Am I good? Painter? ”Hamish asked, still little out of breath, and Vera couldn’t supress a giggle.

"The best," she answered, and placed a tiny kiss on his chin. "We both are. We should quit being advocates and start a painting company. "

"Speaking of being advocates, how am I supposed to work with you now? Not happening. "

"Well, I can always shift you to someone else."

Hamish dragged his nails down her arm. "Also not happening."

"Thought so," Vera smirked. "I have to clean up the mess downstairs," she sighed after a while.

“Let it be for now. I will come tomorrow to help, “offered Hamish. Vera propped herself on one elbow and stared at his face.

"What?" He asked, clearly confused. "Did I say something wrong?"

Vera slowly shook her head. "No. I just… Stay the night." She didn’t exactly believe herself, because she never let anyone stay with her, no matter if it was after fucking or not. But when Hamish’s smile grew wider, she knew she made the right choice.

"As you wish, Grand Magus,“ he said, laughed when she again rolled eyes on him, and sat up, but just to pull the blanket over them. Vera hesitated for a heartbeat, but then just decided to give up and snuggled against him. Hamish dropped a kiss on her hair and protectively put his arm around her stomach.

It was the first night in ages without a single nightmare for her.

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Rut (Part 5) (Final)

A/N: Hello! I hope you are enjoying the store so far! If you haven't read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, or Part 4, please do!! Let me know if you like it or if I can work on anything! Thanks!

Pairing: HamishXHuman!Reader

Warnings: talks of sex, talks of blood, a little angst, fluff, cursing, make out session, werewolves?

Word Count: 1067

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Bliss. That's all you remember when you woke up in Hamish's room. The sun filtering through the blinds on the window, blinding you slightly. Your head is pounding and your body is so sore. You could barely move, your limbs feel like 100 pound weights. At first, you are confused, what happened to you. Why do you feel like this. Then, a flood of memories of last night resurface. Hamish. You could still feel his touch on your skin, and how burned you skin as he went. His eyes primal, and yet, so loving. You shivered at that thought and smiled. You look around the room and see Hamish sitting at his desk, no shirt, and a pair of sweatpants. He was intensely focused on the paper he was reading. He picked up his pen, wrote something down on it and placed the paper in a stack with other papers on his desk.

You start to sit up, and feel a sharp pain in your shoulder. You let out a hiss, and placed your hand on your shoulder, which you realize is bandaged. You remember that Hamish had bit you there, but you don't remember it being hard. You remember a tingle from the bite, and that's all. You here a squeak and looked up. Hamish taken a break from his paper work and turned his chair towards you.

You glanced over to him, his face was unreadable. He watched you as you got comfortable in the bed. You gave him a smile. He smiled back but it was a sad smile, like he was hurting. He bent over and rested his elbows on his knees, intertwining his fingers together. He looked down at the floor and took a deep breath.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, head still looking down.

"A little sore, I suppose..." You responded, honestly.

You could see Hamish tense up, then relax. He nodded as he sat up.

"You don't have to lie to me.... If you are in serious pain, tell me, and I will get you some medication. " He said in a more serious tone.

"I'm not lying. Why would I need to?"  You answered honestly

Even though you had a high pain tolerance; you knew when to give in to medications. You necessarily didn't like taking them, but you weren't stupid.

"To spare my feelings, I don't know. I don't know how you think."

You started to get a little upset. You tried to sit up a little straighter, but winced, once again, when you moved your shoulder. Hamish sighed, stood up, and walked over to you. He gently helped you get into a better sitting position. Even though he was being gentle, you still winced anytime he touched you. You tried to hide it, but he noticed. You knew he did. Once you got situated, you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding in.

"See..." He began, not looking at you in the eyes, but off to the side. It was like he was avoiding you. "...you need medication.. I wi-" Hamish was saying, before you interrupted him.

"Hamish, I am fine. I am sore, but it's nothing I can't handle."

Hamish finally looks at you, his blue eyes glossing over, as if he was about to cry.

"Y/N, you were unconscious, when I came out of my rut. There are bruises covering your body. There was blood everywhere.", He looks at your bandaged shoulder, "I thought I had killed you.."

You took your hand and, gently, turned his face back towards yours, "But you didn't Hamish, I survived and I don't blame you.."

He looked at you in the eyes, "Why did you do it?"

"Because I love you..."

"I could've killed you.."

"I know..."

Hamish nostrils flared as he pursed his lips together, "Why are you okay with this?"

You looked away for a moment and then back at him, "Because I was saving you. I couldn't let you die"

Hamish took a deep breath and looked out the window. You could tell he was getting aggravated. You acted impulsively, and he hated that. You took his hand into yours. Hamish glanced at you out of the corner of his eye.

"Hamish... please look at me..." You asked softly.

He stared out the window a moment longer then looked at you, "When you were lying there, I didn't know what to do..." He shook his head as he looked down. "I can't lose you, Y/N."

You give him a small smile, "You won't Hamish, I promise..."

"How can you promise that?" He asked looking at you, "You can't promise that.."

He had a point. You can't promise something, that you aren't sure if the outcome. You may die after this school year is over. You didn't know, and neither did he.

You take his hand, " You are right, I can't promise that. I can promise that I will stay with you as long as, God or whoever, sees fit. "

Hamish squeezes your hand and looks down at them. Oh, how you wish you could know what's going on in that brilliant mind of his. how you wish you could ease every doubt that he has. You see he finally gives a small smiles then looks up at you.

"I love you, Y/N" Hamish confesses.

You smile back, "I love you too, Hamish."

He smiles more, and leans in to give you a kiss. His lips are soft and sweet. You run your fingers through his hair and pull him closer. Your arm was on fire, but you ignored it. He kissed you deeper, his tongue gaining entrance into your mouth. You both battle for dominance, but you give in. Every part of you on fire, a perfect mix of pain and pleasure. That burn was short lived, when he slowly pulls away from you, and sits up. You pout a little, missing the burn. He chuckled as he stood up and walked towards the door.

"Hey, where ya going?" You ask, not wanting him to leave.

"I am just going to make some brunch for you. I'll be back" He opened the door, and started to walk out

"Wait!" You said in slight alarm. Hamish stopped and looked at you. "I love you!" You smiled.

Hamish smiled back, "I love you too"  Hamish walked out the door and shut it behind him.

You couldn't help but think how lucky you were to have Hamish in your life.

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A/N: Hi again! I hope you enjoyed this series! I had a really fun time writing it! I am considering doing a continuing series, so let me know if you would want that! Thank you all so much for reading!!

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‘Tis The Damn Season | Hamish Duke

Warnings; includes angst, implications of smut (not too detailed), breakup, heart ache, sacrifice, pain, and angst again

Based of ‘tis the damn season by Taylor Swift

If I wanted to know who you were hanging with 

Whilst I was gone, I would’ve asked you

Belgrave, home. For a while, you had thought that Hamish had served as that shelter, but the brick road broke, splitting the pair of you apart. It was as though the pair of you were ice, thawing over the time that the independent plan had been brewing.

This place, it was to be missed. It was a great step of a risk that you were to be taking, and so was the weighing of your heart. It felt as though it would be difficult to carry, it would remain with you, surely even after you crossed and exited the borders of the town.

Leaving overall, let alone him was to be exceedingly difficult, any attachment had to be released, like a bird from a cage. But birds in cages had routines, they’d be fed, and get affection, but this one wouldn’t. He’d just be abandoned, left to fend for himself.

The man that had been the only dream that had rendered your brain at night placed the guitar into the back of your car. He knew that it, what you had, was ending.

This was the end, and alternately not the one that Hamish had been expecting. If you were leaving university behind you, in the reflection of your rear view mirror, he would be left standing, alone and broken hearted.

It’s the kind of cold, fogs up the windshield glass

But I felt it when I passed you

“Goodbye Hamish.” It felt like a cruel lyric that would be used in a song, a line you’d harmonise on stage.

Getting into the drivers seat, you allowed yourself a first and last glance through the chilled glass, blinking away any tears that threatened to spill.

He was a good man, there were great things ahead of Hamish Duke. But none of that included you, this was his journey now, you had already made the choice of yours.

And this was the price of it, the freezing of your heart; the truest and purest love that you had ever felt. No matter, you had already paid it, and caused pain for both Hamish and yourself.

There’s an ache in you, put there by the ache in me

But if it’s all the same to you

It’s the same to me

Turning the ignition on, you proceeded to drive past everything that you had ever known, all that you had love for.

The smallest distance seared a wrenching ache within your chest. It felt like a punishment for putting yourself first for once, it made you concerned, surely it shouldn’t have.

The car’s slow pace had Hamish biting his lip, containing any of his avid disagreements to this. He understood your priority, respected it even, but none of that made watching you leave any easier.

If anything, it gave him an urge to turn and head to a bar or something of the sort. But he remained, his heart sinking lower as you got further from his line of sight.

It shouldn’t have heart him as much as it did. It was common knowledge that first loves weren’t eternal. Time would only help him accept that cruel fact, or so he thought.

So we could call it even

You could call me “babe” for the weekend

Hamish’s body was under bliss, he had found his solace once more. He fit perfectly upon your nude form, it felt like his soul was rebuilding itself.

But he had to remember that you were only here for the weekend, you’d soon be gone again. And he would fall apart all over, just like the first time.

“Babe.” The blonde moaned, his hands intertwining with yours, he had missed more than just pleasure from your entanglements. He had beyond missed the entirety of your being.

The name that you were keen to lap from the tip of his theoretical tongue was a misplaced comfort. It shouldn’t however have the effect of such comfort, not when the pair of you were claiming to have been trying your hardest to move past what you had once been.

It was an old and tiring routine, that you were prone to returning to. The sinful actions were bad for each of your mental health, but it felt right to argue against it.

 The wisest decision would be to forget Hamish, and every notion he inclined you to feel, but it was too difficult, especially when he had you seeing orgasmic stars.

‘Tis the damn season, write this down

I’m staying at my parents’ house

“Aren’t you seeing any old friends from university this Christmas?” The question was poised by your mother, she was far too concerned by the fact that since your arrival you had hardly left the house.

It was even blurred by snow outside, not too much to the point where you’d have to be shovelling it from the porch, but it was enough. It was beautiful, perfect for this time in the season.

In fact, you loved the snow. But the memories that bombarded your mind from the wonderful weather had your mind rolling back to Hamish, specifically how blue his eyes appeared amongst the frosted surroundings.

The thought had you sniffling, holding in a post breakup breakdown from your mother’s eyes. She thought you were sick, demanding that you get something for ‘that runny nose of yours, it could be contagious’.

And the road looks real good now

And it always leads to you and my hometown

The exact second that you entered your car, your hands sternly hit the steering world. Were you not allowed to follow your career through the workings of the world without punishment?

Because it sure felt that way, as though you were being a rebel in a war, however the battlefield was that of your heart. It was tearing slowly, and had been over the entirety of your hopeful escapade.

It cried regularly to be united back with Hamish, to its rightful home. It was suffering from separation anxiety from him, clouding the gaps in your brain and making them think about the tall, handsome man alone.

And the road taken looks real good now

And it always leads to you and my hometown

Every time that you were in your car, it felt like you were leaving home all over again, and Hamish would be standing by, with his upset aura, trying his hardest to keep himself together.

It was the worst feeling, knowing that exiting town was essentially the same as stabbing him in the heart. There was no feeling worse than knowing that you had hurt Hamish, you still felt more than something for him.

Whenever you’d come by of a weekend, which was every couple of months, occasionally each few, you’d take the pill of seeing him. But not too long ago, you’d realised how cruel the self invitation really was.

He had been growing used to life without you, and then you’d reappear, lounging in his bed, only to rip away from him and cause a terrible ache in his heart when you’d return to your performing duties. It was unfair, so you refused this month to allow him to know that you were back, otherwise the painful pattern would only continue, and there’d never be an end to it.

I parked my car between the Methodist

And the school used to be ours

Belgrave university was right beside the pharmacy, it only made you feel actually sick. The memories from the school were returning, there were so many of them, it was as though they were trying to anchor you in the snow as you stepped out of your car.

Almost all of them included Hamish, he was the main attraction of the university anyways. But perhaps you had stood there reminiscing longer than you should have, because it seemed that you had drawn some unwanted attention.

Hamish. He was walking from the entrance, a sombre expression had been held upon his face until he saw you. And then his face was rivalled with hope and confusion, you hadn’t informed him that you were back yet.

He’d already expected you to be returning for the holidays, mostly for your family, however, you hadn’t told him, and from the wideness of your eyes, the realisation kicked into his instinct. You had had no intention to.

But he continued to walk towards you anyways, trying his best not to smile and coo at the adorableness of your red nose.

The holidays linger like bad perfume

You can run, but only so far

The thought of making a leg for it, sprinting as far away as possible, or getting back into your car and steering away certainly crossed your mind.

This interaction was certainly not a miracle of the season, it felt like a curse, ascending from hell itself. You hadn’t wanted to see him, but the universe had interfered and made a collaboration.

I escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave

But if it’s okay with you, it’s okay with me

However every time you came and left, this building confrontation had been avoided, with you packing your suitcase for the umpteenth time, zipping each of your mouths shut and hearing nothing but the sound of the wheels rolling across the concrete of your family’s driveway.

Now, to contradict it all, the pair of you were stood upon even ground, it wasn’t outside of either of your homes, it was strangely the perfect place for this. And you found your dread slightly dissipating, aware that this was always going to happen, the road had just ended.

We could call it even

You could call me “babe” for the weekend

He was confused as to what to say or do. This was the first instance that he had seen you again in a place other than in his sheets, it was overwhelming.

“You haven’t been answering my messages.” His tone was calm, but in it, pain was presented, his sad blue eyes also justified that aspect of his aura. “Here for another weekend?”

It came across as less pleasant than he had anticipated, he was stressed to say the least. Something happened to him, it was out of the ordinary, he had wanted to speak to someone, and the first person that had came to his mind was you.

‘Tis the damn season, write this down

I’m staying at my parents’ house

Wringing your hands at the sound of his voice, it was visible that his presence made you nervous. That wasn’t what he wanted at all, he already scared himself after that sheathing of wolf fur wrapped itself around him and chose him as its vessel. His intent wasn’t to make you mirror his discomfort.

And so he uncrossed his arms, putting them into his trouser pockets and tried to look as relaxed as his exterior could fathom.

“I’m staying with my parents, it’s the holidays and all. Had to come home somewhen.”

And the road not taken looks real good now

Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires

But you knew, that it was all to return to him. That was the universe’s plan for you, if you ever tried to get away, it’d only force you to reconnect once again. There was no escape, and a part of you was not complaining about that.

The other however was outrageous, nothing could ever be easy, it all drifted down shore from the plan, the ultimate dream. Using your voice to sing was the goal, however here you were instead, mentally cursing and dragging the name of the planet through the darkness inhabited in your neurons.

Now I’m missing your smile, hear me out

And the road not taken looks real good now

Right now, all you wished was to stay. His smile was inviting you to do, and so you stepped cautiously towards Hamish, hands going to his face and pressing the pads of your fingers to his cold cheeks.

Snow began to fall, but you could care less. It already felt like there was a blizzard forcing to search for shelter, and here it was, in the body of this one man. He was different from the rest, he was your road, the one you wanted to continue on, rather than drive away from.

And it always leads to you and my hometown

Sleep in half the day just for old times’ sake

His eyes shut at the contact, it was far more passionate than the times you had seen him during your occasional visits. Don’t get it mistaken, the sex was great, however it was a coping mechanism, rather than a true example of love.

There had been something missing, at first you assumed that it was the lack of labels between the two of you, however you proved yourself wrong after realising that it was the proximity that the pair of you had once had.

The loyalty, the trust, the knowledge that the two of you had traded. It had always been mutual, and so was this heartache, it wasn’t fair for the pair of you to be apart, yet still suffering from more than the distance.

I won’t ask you to wait if you don’t ask me to stay

So I’ll go back to L.A. and the so-called friends

There was one singular thing that Hamish desired to ask. However it’d be a two way street of cruelness if he allowed it to slip. But if he gave it permission to leave his mouth, then perhaps it would be a different story.

Everything could go back to normal, the way things had been. Except from him of course, he was forever changed, he was the house to a creature so unbelievable, yet proven real, that he could not just dispose of it. That would end in his death if he were to split from this monster within him.

But he would also die if he had to be distanced mentally from you any longer. He took one long stride of his leg, cupping the edges of your face, and clashed the two of your lips against his own. The contact was hungry, needing to swallow any last breaths that could possibly be breathed in each other’s presence.

If he had it his way, he wouldn’t break the unison against you, however he had to, otherwise he would surely have to catch your tired body, not that that would be the worst thing in the world.

“Stay, don’t go again.” It fell, permitting a moment of silence in the air. This required thought, but the answer could be sudden, if it were, then that would be the true response that he was seeking. It would be an instinct to remain here, with him, at your home.

Who’ll write books about me if I ever make it

And wonder about the only soul

It made a sigh tumble from the hollow of your throat, as though you were shocked by his defiance and desire. However you were not, the grand query was to come to pass sometime, it had been eventual, until now.

He had finally ripped the band aid from the soreness upon his beating chest, and done so to your own. He had opened the wound, allowing it to breathe in the surrounding air, making your own hitch as you thought of an appropriate reply.

It wasn’t professional to be so swayed by his proposition, however, what about all that you wanted to accomplish? The career you were pursuing, the town of Belgrave wouldn’t be so kind to permit you the reputation you were seeking. 

“I don’t know what to say.” The truth left your lips, the mind that was being stalled by all the possibilities, the two paths that were duelling for your footsteps, was suffering from total confliction. There was no easy answer, either way, you were to be giving something you loved up.

Who can tell which smiles I’m fakin’

And the heart I know I’m breakin’ is my own

“How about yes?” He was desperate to hear it, the confirmation that you would remain with him through the tough time that he was painfully living through. Your absence, albeit how it was completely your choice, did not help the situation. 

Hamish needed someone that not only he could rely on and trust, but would help him. Somebody whom could keep him in touch with his human side, and away from the likening to alcohol that he had picked up upon now that he was legal to purchase it himself.

“Okay. I’ll stay for a little, but no promises to it being permanent.” You had been swayed by not only his engorging blue eyes, but also the pain, the pleading that echoed behind them. He was desperate for you to remain with him, and you feared for his mental health if you didn’t compromise.

To leave the warmest bed I’ve ever know

We could call it even

Even though I’m leaving

The pin had dropped, the choice had been made. The sacrifice bled out from your heart, the same red as the sheets that were currently around you. Hamish stared up at the ceiling, his hand softly stroking the skin of your shoulder.

“It’s funny, every time that we spend the weekend together like this, I tell my mum that I’m seeing an old friend from school.” The sound of your voice pursed a smile to Hamish’s face, he huffed a small, almost wolfish laugh.

“That’s kind of the truth, if you think about it.” He pulled you closer, placing a slow yet short kiss upon your lips, to which you reciprocated. This had been the best choice that you could have made, for not only the man nestled in the bed beside you, but also yourself.

And I’ll be yours for the weekend

‘Tis the damn season

We could call it even

It was both a selfish and selfless call that you had taken. One that perhaps one day, you would kick yourself for making, but right now, you held no regret to it. Hamish had been your first love, and fate had it so that he would also be your last.

“My mum would be over the moon to know that I was with you rather than one of the girls that I took bio with.” She had forever been fond of Hamish, even before the two of you had became an item. Even your father had a likening to the young man. The pair would pleased that the two of you were still in communications.

“What are we now?” He asked seriously, he had reeled enough answers from you for one day, however it was another thing that he would have liked to know. He didn’t merely want you to be his only over the weekend, he wanted it to return to the way it all was, before your first departure, he’d ensure that you had already taken your last ticket out of town.

You could call me “babe” for the weekend

‘Tis the damn season, write this down

“Us, I suppose. The equals to one another, as we always were.” His dimples showed at the clarity that you provided. Until he felt a pain in his back, it cracked up through his spine as he felt it begin again.

The dreaded transition, the curse was sparking to life in the worst possible moment. He needed you to be away from him, if he harmed you, then that would surely kill him. He couldn’t have a mark from his own hand upon you, it would be against his will, but the blood would have still been drawn by himself.

I’m staying at my parents’ house

And the road not taken looks real good now

Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires

Hamish’s sudden seating in bed had you frowning, your hand caressed his his shoulder, however he snarled at your touch, harshly shrugging you off from him. To say you were worried was an understatement, in the light of the afterglow, he had always been quiet and calm, but this was something you had never witnessed. 

If you believed in anything beyond this world, perhaps you’d have suspected he was possessed by something greatly evil and controlling. But they were all tales, fiction and fairy tales that were drawn into illusions and dreams.

“Are you okay?” He wasn’t, and if he didn’t get space from you, then you too would be suffering. And so he spat the only thing that he could think of to get you to spook, to run far away from him.

Now I’m missing your smile, hear me out

We could just ride around

And the road not taken looks real good now

“I’ve changed my mind. Leave!” It was as though he roared the words at you, and he had you in a haste to scramble for your clothes and leave his room. This wasn’t supposed to happen, none of it. But he knew that he had been too greedy, he couldn’t be alive with this horrible circumstance that was inside of him and have you. 

It may not have been fair, but it was the safest route. In the end, he had figured it out, you couldn’t help him with this. He didn’t want to tell you, he didn’t want you to know that he was a monster. 

You never believed in the supernatural anyways, and that was now for the best. It would make you safer, and more importantly, have faith that he was just a jerk, not some killer that hunted under the full moon.

And it always leads to you and my hometown

It always leads to you and my hometown

You had escaped from your hometown. But Hamish would always draw you back, one way or another...

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Best Mistake Part 2 — Hamish Duke x Reader

Requested by @shania122600 and many more!

Prompt: The Reader (a Succubus) returns for her love, Hamish Duke, for one steamy night ;)

I haven’t proofread this as it’s 2am and i knew y’all wanted this, i kept you waiting long enough (really sorry!!) but i hope this makes up for it 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

Warnings: smut and fluff :)

Word count: 3.639

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Best Mistake Part 1

Tossing and turning, Hamish Duke kicks his legs out from under the duvet cover. Sweat beads drip from his forehead as his grey T-shirt sticks to his hot, sweaty body. Murmuring and groaning, he fidgets from side to side, clearly in and out of sleep.

The window is opened slightly, letting the white netted curtains to dance delicately in the breeze of the wind. Hamish stirs as the breeze hits his scorching hot skin, invigorating him. His lashes flutter as his eyes open gently, squinting as the moonlight shines a beam so bright onto his face. The covers are a heap and the air is thick, muggy with heat...evocation. Hamish sits up with one hand holding his head, rubbing his eyes, whilst leaning on the other hand that holds his weight.

The room is cold against his skin as shivers run up and down his spine like a marathon. He sighs, looking around the almost empty room that surrounds him. The room has an antique tone to it; walls painted an off-white with a singular wall painted a brewing crimson colour, with an unusual tile bordering of moons, stars and other symbols of some sort lining the top of the walls. A window, rectangle and fairly big, is seen beside Hamish. With nothing but the bed, a small wardrobe, a thin nightstand and an armchair in the corner (which is covered in clothes), the room seems fairly new...cosy. It’s minimal, but just right.

Although it’s summer, there’s still a bitter coldness in the air. Not just in temperature, but in ambience. An indescribable coldness that’s descended from somewhere unknown, somewhere utterly dark and unwelcoming.

Hamish wipes his forehead of sweat, pushing his ever-growing hair out of his eyes as it sweeps back effortlessly. His crystal eyes gleam in the moonlight as his skin reflects like milk off a silver tray. His palms are sweaty mom’s spaghetti haha as he grips on the bedsheet, arching his back as he stretches.

He stays still for a second, in a sort of sleepy daze, eyes fixated on the foot of his bed. Head tilting, he quickly snaps out the trance and reaches his arm to his bedside table, picking up his phone. The screen lights up full beam, causing Hamish to squint his eyes in instant regret as he scrambles to lower the brightness.

3:29am

“Great” Hamish mumbles with a croaky voice, laced with exhaustion. He sighs loudly, flopping back onto the bed, his head compressed in the pillows. This is the second week of restless nights he’d had - and they’re getting worse each night. At first, it was only a couple of broken sleeps...you know...nothing too dramatic. Then, it developed into vivid dreams which startle him and disturb him. Now...he hasn’t slept in a week, in order to avoid... them. His body wants to, so badly...but his mind isn’t having it. And it shows. Deep, dark bags surround the sockets of his eyes as his body grows weaker and feeble. His skin loses it’s glow and his mind is scattered. Everyone who sees him notices how much he’s let himself go, and they worry about him. Hell...he’s worried about himself.

Hamish throws his hands on his face, rubbing at his eyes hard, in an attempt to exhaust himself out. He kicks the covers off himself completely, revealing his loose knee-length shorts and bare feet. His mind wanders occasionally wanders to dark places from time to time, however lately it’s been happening a lot more. And every time, it’s the same place. A dark, painful place that he wishes to forget only for the reason that it brings him sadness, a nostalgia that he cannot get back. And what is that memory that his mind wanders to? Well, Y/N of course.

The truth is...every time he’d fall alseep, he’d dream of her. Vivid, realistic dreams of touching her, kissing her, being with her. Any other person would die for dreams like these with the person they loved, but Hamish...he didn’t. For him, it was a constant reminder that he’d lost another love that fulfilled his soul. It reminded him that he would never see her again, and he couldn’t handle that heartbreak.

He would reminisce about when he met Y/N, the Succubus, for the first time. Her beauty, elegance, poise, that mischievous glint in her eye which Hamish couldn’t tell if he was turned on by it...or threatened by it. He was infatuated by her, as if she held his soul in the cage of her heart.

It’s been 3 months since he’d last seen her. 3 months which felt like 3 years. Before he met her, he felt a hole in his soul. Ever since Cassie’s end, he’d never experienced something so true to ‘love at first sight’, he’d never believed he’d be truly happy again, or that he’d ever fall in love again...that was...until he met her. It was short, too short, but it gave him that electrifying feeling of wholesomeness again. Of happiness, love, euphoria. In those moments they had together, it was like he’d been hit by a century’s worth of feelings that he had lost. Both him and Tundra felt it...and she did too.

A single tear trickles down his pale, cold cheek at the memory of her. Lips quivering slightly, he bites down on his lower lip, scrunching his eyes shut tightly. He sits up gently, walking over to the open window for some air.

There’s something about nighttime that is so soothingly calm to him, almost as if he’s free. The silence that echoes around the clearing, the darkness dimly lit by the stars in the sky, the bitter sweet breeze smacking your rosy hot cheeks with an immense feeling of coolness.

Hamish rushes towards the window in desperation as if he cannot breathe, before inhaling deeply, releasing a hot breath into the night air. His head is stuck outside the window as his forearms lean against the windowsill. That familiar scent of fresh grass and slightly damp air surround him, leaving him feeling relaxed and at ease, until he feels the panic and sorrow leave slowly.

Part of him wishes his memories of her would disappear, so he can feel normal again...feel human. Although, part of him wishes they’d stay. Because she made him feel human. She made him feel alive, in ways he never thought possible.

He stares up to the moon, smiling softly.

“Hey, Y/N,” he begins with a voice barely above a whisper, “i miss you. And i know you probably can’t hear me, or see me for that matter...but you’ve messed with my head.” He grins, cheekiness glowing across his face. “I wish you were here, you know that. Well..i- i hope you’d know that...a..anyway”

He brings his hands to his face, cupping it whilst leaning on his elbows. “I think...i love you. And that scares me...really. Because the last woman i loved left me, and i....you know what nevermind. Anyway i uh...i guess i’m just saying hi, and that i miss you...” he looks down, a sad smile across his lips, but sadness painted across his expression. “Yeah...i really miss you.” he sighs “but please...Can you just let me slee-“

“-Only if i’m next to you”

Hamish’s eyes widen at the voice from behind him, as his body whips round and jaw drops at the sight in front of him. His eyes light up, his heartbeat quickens and races rapidly. His body shakes...is he hallucinating? Is this what happens when someone hasn’t slept for a week?

From out of the shadows, Y/N appears. Her beauty as astonishing as ever and her pace is slow, gentle. The gentle breeze pushes her hair from her shoulders as it flows through effortlessly. Hamish is frozen, he wants to touch you to make sure you’re real...but he can’t move.

You smile sweetly, lips berry red and cheeks lightly blushed pink. You take in the view in front of you as you slowly take a step closer to him, your sweet scent knocking him back to reality.

“Y/N...i...how are you here?” His voice cracks mid sentence, his arm barely lifted from the side of his chest. You laugh softly at his astonishment, thinking of how cute he was and how deeply you missed his face.

“Hey, cutie” you sigh, “i missed you, too.”

“I...” he begins, only to stop and rush his hands towards you, gripping you tightly as he lifts you up in the air for a hug, your legs wrapped around his torso and hands around his neck. You smile into his neck as his familiar scent of coconuts and musk fill your senses. He squeezes your body against his, almost as if he’s scared to let go again. Not again. Not ever again.

“How are you here?” His eyes are glossy with emotion and his voice is wobbly. His hands cup your face, as his thumbs rub against the sides of your cheeks softly. Your big Y/E/C orbs locked with his own, softness and comfort hidden deep within each other’s eyes.

“I made my way back to you, like i told you i would” you smile, bringing your hands to his own, which cup your face still, intertwining your fingers into his.

“But i...i thought you had to be summoned?”

“No, well...yeah,” you whisper “but i sort of made a deal with these dumb ass kids...they give me my freedom in exchange for A+ in all their classes-“ you roll your eyes playfully

“That’s not that bad!” Hamish interupts, his face blushing at your touch and his smile bright.

“-for the rest of their time at Belgrave.” you finish, nodding your head down at Hamish, who understands what you’re about to say next.

“Oh...i see...so you...exp..?” He hints, squinting as he looks for confirmation in your expressions

“...i gave them 3 weeks before they’ll be expelled” you smirk, head up whilst looking directly at Hamish’s eyes.

Hamish smirks back, knowing your mischievous side when it comes to making deals...you are a demon at the end of the day!

“They should have known better” he quietly murmurs with a smirk planted across his face. “Well, i’m glad they gave you your freedom. Very, very glad.”

With that, Hamish strokes your face as he brings his fingers to your shoulders, then to your arm. Electrifying shocks run through your body as butterflies roam freely in your stomach at his touch alone. Blood rushes to your cheeks, heating them up with a perfectly pretty pink shade. From the window behind Hamish, a breeze gusts through the room, sending your hair flying back effortlessly. You lean your forehead on Hamish’s, as he leans down slightly to reach you. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him down and place your lips on his. Passion, lust, desperation and pleasure coat the kiss as the world comes to a stop. Euphoria explodes in your mind as his soft, luscious lips compliment your own perfectly. Ham gets deeper into the kiss, slipping his tongue in between your mouth whilst gripping your waist and pushing it harder into his own body, completely breaking any distance between you both. His hands roam your curves and every part of your body, pushing your head deeper into the kiss. Lightly, you bite onto his lip which causes him to smirk into the kiss, moaning ever so quietly.

“You know that turns me on,” Hamish whispers in a husky tone, a light growl evident in the back of his throat.

“That’s my intention...” you hum on his lips.

Your hands leave his neck and lead to his hair, gently pulling every time the butterflies invade your stomach. Even as a succubus, you’ve never felt this turned on by anyone. And THAT is saying something...

“We have-“ he stutters out of breath in between your kisses, “-have to be quiet-“ your hands roam down to the rim of his shirt, causing Hamish to get a little too excited, “-others are here.” He takes a deep gasp of breath whilst looking up to the ceiling, then looking you up and down.

“Then we’ll be quiet.” A devilish smirk appears on your face, as you lock eyes with Hamish, then look down to his lips...faces barely apart.

Hamish bites his lip, attacking your face once again. Only this time, he pushes you to the wall, pressing your back into it as his body presses into your front. You moan in euphoria with your arms up above your head, hands and fingers intertwined with Hamish’s as he breaks the kiss, leaving a trail of hot and wet kisses on your neck. As he brings his hands down, he knocks one of your horns gently...to which startles him,

“Shit, I’m so sorry” he apologises, concern on his face as his brows and eyes crinkle in fears of him hurting you. Sweetly, you laugh whilst shaking your head and drawing over his features with the tip of your finger,

“Hey, it’s okay,” you reply sympathetically, tone soft and delicate, “you could never hurt me.”

Hamish takes a moment to soak in your beauty in front of him; the way your dark, bold wings form the most magnificent silhouette, how your clothes hug your perfect figure and curves irresistibly, the way your wide Y/E/C doe eyes captivate his soul in the way that he forgets how to breathe, your smile...so bright, contagious and exquisite. With skin as soft as the clouds above and lips as dreamy as sunsets in the heavens, you couldn’t have been more perfect to him.

“You’re so beautiful,” Hamish mouths into your skin, causing shivers to run through your body, “i never want to let you out of my sight again”

“Then don’t let me go”

“You can count on it, darling.” He brings his head back up to face you, mischief and adoration in his orbs. He stands there sandwiching you between the wall for a long few seconds, staring deep into your own eyes.

“Hey, carry on kissing me!” You huff, desperation lacing your voice.

“I can do one better” he pipes up confidently, as he begins to untie your blood red, laced top...slipping his fingers smoothly under the straps, letting them fall off your soft, delicate shoulders. As a sudden urge impulses you, you rip his top completely in half, revealing his toned chest. A low growl escapes his throat as he throws his lips back onto yours, fingers working tirelessly at the straps on your top, whilst yours work at his sweat-shorts. You throw your head to the side whilst soaking in the allure and pleasure before you. Before you know it, Hamish removes your top, leaving you in your bra and tight leggings. He picks you up, letting you wrap your legs around his torso as he carries you to the end of his bed...his lips never leaving yours.

Hamish lets you down gently, being careful to not hurt your wings, as he continues to undress you...you vice versa.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He whispers for consent, being the true gentleman he is.

“Of course. I want everything with you” you chirp “do you want it?”

“Why wouldn’t i?! You’re everything to me,” his smile speaks a thousand more words, but right now...you want nothing more than for no words. Just action. Smiling back, you wrap your hands around his neck, before snapping out of the moment,

“okay now carry on. Please.” You beg, pulling him forward from his neck. He crashes his body on yours after removing his sweat shorts impatiently. Skin to skin contact sends waves of pure electric through both your veins as hormones and pleasure flying through the roof. Your skin burns under his as he buries his head in between your shoulder, whilst slowly but firmly thrusting in. His hands search the bed for yours, intertwining as soon as he finds them. With your legs wrapped around his torso, you push yourself closer to his body, deepening the feeling inside you as simultaneous moans can be beard from the both of you, complete euphoria filling your senses.

A single beam of moonlight illuminates the room directly on Hamish’s face, allowing you to admire everything about him; the way his dimples show when he’s either concentrating or happy, how his cheeks are chiseled and his jawline is sharper than thousands of knives put together. His perfect skin complexion soft to the fingertips and his ocean eyes full of hope and life...and how his irises have a black lining around them, which follows the legend of how if one has a black line around their eyes...then they have a soul. Sure you’ve had your fair share of experience, of lust and hopeless devotion...but It’s little things like this that make you realise that love can be real...and that Hamish has truly captured your heart. Succubus’ are notorious for their seduction and willingness to draw emotion to their pray, without having to actually experience any their-self. However...every succubus has their one love, their power source for love, their anchor. Hamish is yours, and it took you until this long to realise.

Squirming under his weight, you bring your mind back to the present. His breath is rigid and his skin is sticky with sweat. Swiftly, you bring your hands to his hair and roughly tug at it, causing Ham to push himself deeper into you. You moan in satisfaction as you crash your mouth onto his with sloppy, wet kisses. Hamish returns your kisses with equal passion, occasionally biting your lip and tugging it with a small amount of force, leaving you to scratch at his back with your nails. As soon as you do so, Hamish’s claws make a quick appearance, gliding over your skin before he shakes it off and yearns control again. Due to your abilities of super strength, you manage to slip from under Hamish’s weight and flip your positions, so he’s now under your weight as you cradle his body with yours on top. It takes him a hot minute to notice, but when he does...he just get even more turned on.

You start to move your hips lightly forwards and backwards, leaving Hamish to squirm under you before moving in synchronisation to your movements. Easing into it, you both move in a delicate and ever so tender fashion, more intimate than sexual.

Hamish’s large hands position themselves on your hips, his thumbs drawing little circles around your skin as his grip tightens, meaning only one thing.

As you begin to feel the hot sweat on your body, you start to slow down, legs shaking upon reaching your climax, Hamish too. You take a deep breath and flop in his chest, your forehead on top of his. With your eyes closed, you think to yourself ‘i have never felt more alive than when i’m with him’ whilst Hamish tenderly kisses both your eyelids in pure devotion. You look up to him, forehead still resting on his, and smile. You lean forward and leave a final kiss on his perky lips before climbing off and lying on the bed, wrapping the sheets around your naked body.

The silence in the room is interrupted with the sound of rapid heartbeats and heavy breathing. Hamish turns to face you with his hands stretched out to rub your skin and one arm holding his head up.

“That was...amazing,” he kisses your nose “you’re amazing”

“I love you” you suddenly blurt out, almost as if it felt natural to say. After realising what you said, your eyes widen and cheeks blush immensely...instantly thinking you’d moved too fast

“I...i mean i uh...i” you stutter trying to save yourself, until realising that you can’t save yourself from something like that. ‘Nice one, Y/N’ you curse to yourself

“Hey, it’s okay” Hamish reassures you, his forefinger drawing small circles on your skin as his other hand runs through your hair

“I love you too, Y/N”

Your heart stops beating all of a sudden. Did he just say he loves you? You’ve never heard that before. You’ve never had someone love you - YOU before. In your eyes, you weren’t worthy of love. That you weren’t worthy of...him.

“I love you and i want to spend every night falling asleep by your side and every morning waking up to your face as the first thing i see when i open my eyes. I don’t care about realm rules or anything like that...all i care about is you.” His face is inches away from you at this point.

You’re left speechless at his declaration, but your eyes say everything you can’t say. Tears begin to drop from your eyes as your lips curl into a heartwarming smile. You pull Hamish into your face, kissing him passionately and intensely.

“No one’s ever made me feel the way you make me feel” you hush, your voice wobbly with emotion. “Thank you for being everything i wanted” Hamish grabs your hand in his, bringing your body into his for a warm snuggle. He brings the covers over you both as you nestle your face into the crook of his neck, your cheek flushed against his skin.

“So urm...was it just like how you dreamt?” You mutter curiously

“Yeah it was act...” his smile drops suddenly in confusion “...how did you know i had dreams of you...of this?”

You laugh playfully as you bring your hands to your face, covering your blushing cheeks from the man beside you “i maaayy have caused you to have those dreams...” you trail off, leaving Hamish to figure it out for himself

“You did dream-walking on me!” He gasps, eyes widening in surprise

“Hey!” You shush him with a finger to his lips “i couldn’t let you forget me could i?!”

I don’t know if i’ll write any more smut as it just felt ✨dirty✨ writing this idk, i have much respect to those who are able to write it 😂 let me know what you thought of this!

#hamish duke #the order #randall carpio #the order netflix #hamish duke x reader #jack morton #lilith bathory #the order season 2 #alyssa drake #x reader #the order fanfiction

[wildflowerwattpad0217]

Hamish Duke SFW Alphabet

THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING. DON’T STEAL MY WORK OR I WILL REIGN HELL DOWN ON YOU. THIS IS THE SECOND PART OF MY THE ORDER ALPHABET SERIES. IT WILL MAINLY FOCUS ON THE KNIGHTS OF ST. CHRISTOPHER.

Masterlist

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Hamish can be very affectionate and he usually shows his affection by either giving you a kiss on the head, making you a drink, or just touching you. God, is he obsessed with touching you but you feel it comforting.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Your friendship started because you two were in the same class and ended up exchanging phone numbers. That Saturday you got a drunk call from him, you don’t know why you were so worried about him but you were so you went to go pick him up. The relationship only blossomed from there. You guys began hanging more and studying together for exams.  Then he asked you out and you said yes. 

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Hamish loves to cuddle, more than anyone knows. It also helps tame his inner wolf, just having you in his arms. You prefer to snuggle into his chest with his arm wrapped around you but he may pretend to act all tough but he is the little spoon.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

When you two first talked about settling down it was scary because he’s a werewolf, you’re a human but in the end Hamish said “If I have to settle down with anyone it better be you.” And Hamish really isn’t that bad at cooking or cleaning but it is something you’ll do together because you strongly believe in equality in the household.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If Hamish had to break up with you it would be because his parents are forcing him to so the break up would result in tears and both of you sobbing together on the couch of the Knights of St. Christopher Den.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

At first Hamish wasn’t sure about even being in a relationship with you because of a past girlfriend but soon after you guys got together he realized you were the one and wanted to get married but you expressed the fact you weren’t ready and wanted to wait until after college before getting married.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Hamish is very dominant but very gentle with you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

It depends on his mood, but he loves them. When he is angry, that is the only way you get him to calm down but it is quite frequent, but not very often in front of the others. His hugs tends to be bear hugs basically, it feels as if he’s trying to wrap his whole body around you/

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Two months and you said it right back.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Very. He hates when other people try to flirt with you and he gets very over protective. He tends to spot that it’s making you uncomfortable right away and comes and saves you, making sure they know that he is your boyfriend.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses tend to be as soft as his lips and his favorite place to kiss you is your neck, while his favorite place to be kissed is the cheek because eleven though they are the quickest he thinks they mean the most.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s weary around them but wants to have them with you.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

In bed, cuddled in each other’s arms. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Drinking the alcohol and getting hammered.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

At first you wouldn’t even know he was a werewolf. You would be out about two months in when he knew he was in love with you and that you could be trusted with the secret. During the two months he would slowly open up about his relationship with his parents which you were completely understanding about. When you did find out about him being a werewolf, you thought he was kidding but he was completely serious and you needed time to process it. He understood that and respected it. It wasn’t less than twenty-four hours later you were back in his arms.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Not very but if someone screws with you or his pack, he’s gonna kick someone’s ass.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers everything. Even that one time you just mentioned about going to an art museum sometime. Guess where you went for your next date: An art museum.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When you accepted him, as a werewolf, when you accepted his world, his pack. (you kinda became the mom of the group ngl)

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Very protective, he makes you sit out of all of the action, which gets annoying but he says you have the most important task, Protecting the Den. You’ve become accustomed to research and you’ve picked up a bit of magic too.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He tries his hardest because he knows you don’t like being left behind so he tries to make it up through dates and such.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Alcoholism.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s concerned because of how he was raised, he was raised to always be concerned with his looks.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes, you are his mate after all.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He hates the idea of you practicing magic but if it keeps you a little bit safer, he shrugs it off.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Someone who doesn’t bathe regularly. Someone who drinks milk straight from the jug. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He tends to hold you while he’s asleep. Unintentionally. When he goes to sleep he won’t be holding you but when he wakes up he will be.

#hamish duke #hamish duke imagine #hamish duke imagines #hamish duke smut #The Order #the order netflix #Lilith Bathory #jack morton imagines #randall carpio #jack morton

[losers-club6]

can someone please write a hamish duke smut? 🥺🥺🥺and if you are working on one please tag me in it🥺🥺🥺

#hamish duke smut #hamish duke x reader #hamish duke

[lina-lovebug]

Hamish Duke x Fem! Reader.

Warnings ⚠️: SMUTTY SMUT, fingering, Hamish having fun with magic 😏

Jesus Christ, that man is built like a god.

I thought, watching my Werewolf boyfriend of three years watch over the disciples of the Order.

I'm not a Knight, nor an Order member, but just a regular girl. Hamish wanted to keep me out of this world, but being in it himself, it was unavoidable.

"Any harder and you'll start bleeding," Vera interrupted my train of thought, and I quickly stopped biting my lip.

"Apologies, Grand Magus.",

"Just don't do anything in my temple. We have cameras," She walked away, back into her office and I turned back around to face Hamish.

"What was that about?"

"Nothing, just Vera being Vera," He didn't pry and wrapped my hand in his as we headed out.

I felt so. . .dirty. My mind just swirled with possibilities, and yes, Hamish and I have had sex, but not in a while. With everything that happened, sexy time wasn't really the top thing on our minds.

While walking back to his apartment, my legs would try and clench together for any kind of friction at this point.

"You okay?" He spoke up.

"Yeah, just a bit tired."

"Think you'll be tired after I'm done with you?"

Clear as day, I heard Hamish speak those words and looked up at him with wide eyes. But, he looked completely calm.

As if he didn't just say that.

"Did you just. . .?"

"What?" He glanced at me as he sifted through his keys.

What the fuck. . .

Am I going batshit?

I shook it off, thinking it was my own horny mind just playing tricks on me.

As I was about to take my coat off, Hamish, like the gentleman he is, started to remove it for me.

"I'll be ripping off more than that tonight."

My cheeks flared up, and my breathing got heavier as he put my coat on the rack.

"Want me to cook tonight?" He offered.

"Y-yeah, sure. I'll just take a shower."

But I don't think a shower can cleanse me of my own Hamish-sounding thoughts.

Dinner rolled around and afterwards, we sat down to watch a movie. I wasn't really paying attention to it, but my mind drifted again once I felt his hand go further up my thigh.

"Do you want to feel me inside you, babygirl?"

"Yes," I breathed out, and glanced at him to see him smirking with lust clouding his eyes.

"Did you like the new spell I found?" He asked.

"Fuck yes," I smashed our lips together and climbed on his lap, my hands running across his chest to his shoulders and in his hair, wanting him closer to me.

His hands gripped my ass and I let out a small moan into his mouth, and he took that opportunity to shove his tongue in.

Grinding my hips against his growing erection wasn't enough. I wanted more, I wanted him inside of me after all the teasing.

"Bedroom?"

"Bedroom," I nodded, and my legs wrapped around his torso as he held me and we made our way to the bedroom.

Tossing me onto the bed, he crawled ontop of me and we locked lips once more. I felt something cold against my stomach as my skirt was being ripped off, and I pulled away to see one of Hamish fingers turned into a Werewolf claw.

"I did say I was ripping clothes off tonight," He replied in a sly tone as he dragged the claw across my panties, the fabric ripping before his claw retracted back into a finger.

"Tonight is all about you, baby."

"Hamish, please-oh fuck," I moaned out as he stuck two fingers inside me, watching me.

"You're so wet for me, babygirl," He groaned into my ear as he started touching my clit.

"Yes, fuck. . .don't stop, Hamish," I moaned out, enjoying his fingers inside of me and his thumb playing with my clit.

"With all due respect, you're a nonstop cock tease, (Y/N). You almost made me lose it in the temple today," He whispered in my ear.

"Please," I whimpered.

"Please what?"

I bit my lip.

"Fuck me. I need your cock."

He smirked, taking his fingers out and immediately undressing himself and I practically tore off my shirt and bra.

As his member sprung free, I felt myself become even wetter for him as he lined himself up and then rammed himself inside me.

"F-fuck," I whimpered.

"You're so tight, (Y/N). . .fuck, you feel so good," He moaned out, starting to go in and out slowly and my nails clawed at his back.

"Faster," I pleaded, and he obeyed. My legs wrapped around his hips as he pounded deeper inside me, the feeling of his cock made my eyes roll back.

"Everytime I fuck you, you always feel so good wrapped around me."

Then, his lips wrapped around my nipple and his tongue swirled around it.

"Fuck me, fuck me harder!" I cried out from all the immensd pleasure, my back arching as his cock found my g-spot and kept pounding at it.

"Cum for me, (Y/N)," He clasped our hands together while nipping at my neck

"H-Hamish," I whimpered, feeling it coming but god I didn't want to stop.

"That's it, baby. Cum."

"I-I'm cumming!" I moaned, and Hamish rode me out until he came inside of me, and collapsed beside me.

My chest went up and down, trying to catch my breath as I looked over at Hamish.

"You felt good?"

"Fuck yes," I smiled, but then that smile turned into a smirk.

"Round two with that new spell of yours?"

I HOPE YOU ALL LIKED IT!!!!!

#hamish duke #the order

[idwithoutthesuperego]

Fics masterlist

TEEN WOLF

Dream Of me (series)

Prologue - Chapter 01 - Chapter 02 - Chapter 03 - Chapter 04

 Stiles’ blurb

DEADLY CLASS

Sniffing Around

AHS - AMERICAN HORROR STORY

Tate’s new roomate

HARRY STYLES

6 + 1

ORIGINAL AU (don’t know if i’ll go back into it yet)

Prologue

FANDOMS - CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR:

Requests are open!

I usually write (top/dom) Male reader inserts, but also will do a mix with the characters here (like Larry stylinson or malec).

Will update the list as i watch shows (as soon as I remember), if you are curious about any show/character, feel free to ask.

I’ll write smut and most kinks.

The lenth will depend on how much free time i have from work.

Actors - Harry Styles; Tom Holland;

AHS (American Horror Story) - Tate Langdon;

ARROW (DC TV show) - Oliver Queen; Roy Harper

CAOS (Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina) - Caliban; Harvey Kinkle; Nicholas Scratch;

DEADLY CLASS - Billy Bennett; Marcus Lopez; 

INVENCIBLE (TV) - Mark Grayson;

LOVE, VICTOR - Felix Weston;

MARVEL (MCU) - Peter Parker (Tom Holland); Pietro Maximoff (Aaron Johnson);

PENNY DREADFUL (TV) - Dorian Grey;

SENSE8 - Will Gorsky;

SHADOWHUNTERS (TV) - Alec Lightwood; Magnus Bane; Simon Lewis;

TEEN WOLF - Isaac Lahey; Stiles Stilinski;

TITANS (Comics and TV) - Conner Kent (Superboy); Dick Grayson (Nightwing); Gar Logan (Beastboy); Jason Todd (Redhood);

THE FLASH - Barry Allen;

THE ORDER - Jack Morton; Hamish Duke; Randall Carpio;

#alternative universe #writing #fanfics #Dream Of Me #masterlist #fanfiction #male reader insert #male reader #m!reader #m/m ship #m/m fiction #Harry Styles #harry styles x male reader #harry styles x male! reader #harry styles x m!reader #male!reader #x male reader #tom holland #tom holland x male reader #tom holland x male!reader #tom holland x m!reader #AHS #tate langdon #tate x male reader #tate langdon male reader #ahs x male reader #green arrow x male reader #arrow x male reader #oliver queen x male reader #roy harper x male reader

[bookwormdeen]

Requests Open

Requests Open

Hello!

These can be pairing with Reader, OC (fanfic or one-shot) or just one-shot without pairing (just the character).

I do dates special (b-days, Christmas, etc)

Smut (Only in some cases), Dark themes: Allowed.  I like polemic, yes! Feminism, Gender questions, Politic, Health. All of it. The world is a lot of things, writing has to be too. Plus, art is here to help.

I value things that run from stereotypes or cliche. So your character can be LGBTQI +, Black... Anything really. I don’t wanna just white perfect characters. I want different.  Because different is far more challenging and fun to write.

I am taking requests with the following characters:

TV Shows

Daredevil: Foggy Nelson; Benjamin Poindexter, Matt Murdock, Vladimir Ranskahov

The Originals: Kol, Klaus, Elijah

Vampire Diaries: Damon, Kai Parker

Vienna Blood: Max Liebermann

The Punisher: Billy Russo.

The Witcher: Jaskier, Cahir, Lazlo

The Order:Hamish Duke, Randall 

Justified: Tim Gutterson

Limitless: Bryan Flinch

Ragnarok: Fjor Jutul, Laurentis

Dark: Jonas, Magnus Nielsen

Peaky Blinders: Thomas Shelby, Michael Gray

Amazing Spider-Man: Ben Reilly (Scarlet Spider), Peter Parker, Alistair Smyte, Miles Morales

A Discovery of Witches: Marcus Whitmore 

Merlin: Merlin, Arthur, Mordred, Gwaine, Lancelot

Grimm: Nick Burkhardt

Good Wife: Cary Agos, Finn Polmar

Star Trek: Spock, Khan, James Kirk, *Data

Dusk Till Dawn: Richard Geko, Seth Gecko

Glee: Sam Evans

Scream: Noah Foster, Gustavo Acosta, Eli Hudson, Will Belmont

Hannibal: Hannibal Lecter

Money Heist (La Casa de Papel): Berlim

The Good Doctor: Shaun Murphy, Neil Melendez, Alex Park

Castlevania: Adrian Tepes, Trevor Belmont

Clone Wars: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker

Sex Education: Otis, Adam Groff, Eric

Movies

Marvel: Loki, Bucky (Winter Soldier), Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, Doctor Strange, Quicksilver, Black Panther, Harry Osborn

DC: Bruce Wayne, Scarecrow, Joker

Ex Machina: Caleb Smith

Riot Club: Miles Richards, Dimitri Mitropoulos, Guy Bellingfield, James Leighton

1917: Blake, Scholfield

Narnia: Edmund Pevensie, Peter Pevensie, Caspian 

Hobbit: Legolas, Thorin, Thranduil 

Fantastic Beasts: Newt Scamander, Theseus Scamander

6 Underground: 4, 6, 7

HP: Draco Malfoy

Game of Thrones: Robb Stark

Maze Runner: Newt, Gally

Characters 

Iron Fist Austen: Mr Darcy, Mr Tilney, Sidney Park, Frederick Wentworth

Noah Centineo

PS: Here are listed only man but you can ask woman too (I don’t know which ones to put, there are much more than these ones).

Ships

Crossover ships are accepted too!

Davina x Kol

Mr Darcy x Elizabeth

Mr Tilney x Catherine Morland

Anne x Gilbert

Sidney Park x Charlotte

Matt Murdock x Karen Page

Billy Russo x Krista Dumont

Amy March x Laurie

Rich Gecko x Kate Fuller

Anastasia x Dimitri

I love AUs and crossovers: like HP meets Narnia, or something like that. Ask about Actors are good too. 

Free Stories 

These ones I pretend to write more of it or remake it. These will be long fanfics. Feel free to share ideas. If you want a one-shot involving these TV shows or movies is good too. 

Obs: Some of them may be only in my Wattpad account. * @lucy_beau

The Alienist; Dirk Gently; Northanger Abbey; Sherlock, Sanditon; The Adventures of Tintin; Chained; Fallet; Ripper Street; Byzantium, Jumanji; Carrie Pilby; Vallerian; The Name of The Rose, Crimpson Peak; Revenge; Red Sparrow; Hookup Plan; The Ottoman Lieutnant

Free Ask:

Saw a thing and want a fanfic? Send me the idea. The movie is bad but could be good? Let’s write it. Want a prompt but can’t write? Maybe I can do it. Send it to me!

Free fanfics or stories have a limited number of chapters: 20.

Obs: I don’t do terror. Horror? Yes. 

SEND!!!!

If you want to be in my TAGLIST, say.

Need some help getting ideas? Look here: Prompts

#daredevil #dirk gently #amy march x laurie #the originals #reader #request #marvel #mr darcy #dusk till dawn #the punisher #billy russo #sanditon #fanfic #the witcher #loki fanfic #hobbit #star trek #riot club #cary agos #imagine #oneshot #benjamin poindexter #1917 #davina x kol #peter parker #matt murdock #theseus scamander #viena blood #jaskier #fantastic beasts

[gingersimasnaps]

Help me decide please?

So I started a Vermish fanfiction myself, that desperate I am. I mean, I ship somebody in every single movie or series I’m watching, hell, I ship even people from bands and so on, but Vermish got me really, really much.

But that was little OT, so my question is: where should I post it? I’m definitely not going for Wattpad, that shit is getting on my nerves, but the options are AO3, fanfiction.net and/or here. Also, my native lang is Czech, so if there is some good soul that would be so kind to be my beta, I’ll be loving you! <3 

Oh and it’s AU part fluff, part smut, because I’m dork :D

#fanfiction #vera stone #hamish duke #au #smut #fluff