#in my heart of hearts he wears a little waistcoat

[mrsmiroir]

i must speak my truth… unfortunately, this must be said: i do not think modern alternate universe kaz is goth. i don’t think he would enjoy goth music, let alone any music in general. i think he would probably dress a little spooky but all canon evidence points to him wearing blazers and jeans like any other startup yuppie.

#kaz in canon: a little bit spooky… perhaps even a little goth adjacent if only for the aesthetic #kaz in modern au: finance bro #he dresses like a merch come on guys we must look within ourselves and accept the truth #in my heart of hearts he wears a little waistcoat #anyway goth kaz. it’s a wish! but not a reality……. #mostly tho i just can’t imagine him listening to like. bauhaus. or o children or vision video or whatever #covering my bases with classic and modern stuff pls don’t call me a poser #soc #six of crows duology #six of crows #crooked kingdom #kaz brekker #grishaverse

[mechanisedbrainrot]

MECHANISMS REF IMAGE MASTERPOST

Okay, so I put together refs for each of the mechs as best I can. I tried to avoid anything in a show lighting, but sometimes it can't be helped. Notes will be underneath each section

Whole cast

Ivy is the only character leaning on the wall in the second image, but is roughly as tall as Ashes

Jonny D'Ville

Jonny in earlier shows like TTBT wears a black shirt underneath instead of the white. He occasionally has red or black painted nails and his goggles are either black or bronze. He has a black 7 of diamonds. He often holds a mic - which is a Shure Super 55

Drumbot Brian

He usually has just the flower in his hat, but sometimes it's replaced with RAM or his drumsticks. His goggle has a very small crack at the base. The rings seem to be a bit of a motherboard and screws? The visible heart is something I can only find in one picture, but it's cool

Gunpowder Tim

Sometimes wears jeans instead of dark brown trousers. His eye scars are more geometric than Jonny's, and he has dark eye shadow around the eyes where Jonny uses just eyeliner

Raphaella la Cognizi

The top is three layers: a white/cream shirt, a brown puffy shirt and a a top layer which has a halter neck. Occasionally one or both of the undershirts won't be worn (see HNOC liveshow). Tights can be blue or black. Light up wings from DTTM

The leggings/tights are sometimes black and sometimes deep blue

Ivy Alexandria

A few different outfits, in liveshows they're also wearing some outfits not shown here - but always black and red with a waistcoat of some kind.

Nastya Rasputina

The necklace is a little cat :3

Marius von Raum

Kneepads in DTTM. The cards are a jack and ace of hearts. Necktie either has a white or gold pattern on it, but they don't always wear it. The green jacket has a tailcoat

The Toy Soldier

Hair varies a lot. Sometimes it's worn down, in a ponytail or hidden under the hat. Sometimes nails are painted red or black

Ashes O'Reilly

In live shows they often wear this eyeliner which has thick bars that go behind the ears - but I couldn't find any clear pictures of this. Though their outfits changes, always mostly black with some red in the hair

Dr Carmilla post can be found here

I hope this was in some way helpful to anyone who wants to draw the mechanisms. If you have questions feel free to ask me in the ask box and I will do my best to answer them and provide some photos <3 have a great day

#the mechanisms #mechanisms #mechs #the mechanisms band #jonny d'ville #gunpowder tim #drumbot brian #marius von raum #the toy soldier #ivy alexandria #nastya rasputina #raphaella la cognizi #mechanisms reference #mechanisms art reference

[am-i-interrupting]

Hi! I loved your Hazbin hotel with nails head cannons. Could you do an extension of that where you get nails to match your s/o? Please 🙏 ❤️❤️❤️

There are two ways to take this so depending on whether or not the character would let someone do their nails dictates how I’ll do it. For characters who will, you get matching sets of nails. For characters who won’t, you get nails that are inspired by their aesthetic.

(Part two— the gals)

Alastor

When you show him nails that are red in color with radio dials and deer antlers decorating them, his smile widened and he tilted his head, curious.

“What do you think?” “I think that you look lovely, darling.”

Expect some extra hand holding.

He will be bringing your hand up to his lips to kiss. Looks at the design, smiles a bit more genuinely, squeezes your hand, and let’s your hands drop.

When your in private, expect to be brought into his lap.

He lets you do whatever you like but he is holding one of your hands the entire time.

Running his fingertips down your finger.

He will run his thumb over any ridges that appear due to the design.

When you’re asleep, he memorizes the design, his color, his symbols on your hand against your skin.

Husk

He’s actually shocked when you take his suggestion. He thought you were just asking out of idle curiosity. He didn’t actually expect you to get it done.

He just kind of stares, shocked at your hand.

The nails are matte and coffin shaped.

Most have a black base and have a card type design. The spade, the clover, the diamond. The first two white and the last red.

What he didn’t expect the heart to be yellow and your free fingernail to have the white and pink stripes of his ears. (Listen, I love his pilot design)

He placed a kiss to your hand and compliments them.

He’s not as obvious as Alastor would be (in comparison to Alastor’s normal no touch behavior) but he would be holding your hand a bit more.

When he thinks no one is watching, he’ll stare at your nails with a quirked little smile.

Lucifer

You go get your nails done together.

Lucifer gets a little duck design with a white background.

He just sort of stares at them, surprised at how much he likes it.

He starts going with you more often to get his nails done. It makes him feel good. He starts wearing his gloves less.

When you get nails inspired by him, he’s absolutely speechless.

The pinstripe design of his favorite waistcoat. The apple and snake imagery.

He loves it so much.

He placed a kiss on every single finger.

When the two of you next see Charlie or anyone from the Hotel or Ozzie, Bee, or any of the other sins, he grabs your hand and shoved it in their face.

“Look at their nails! See! They’re inspired by me! They put that on their hand!”

Vox

“So, what did you get this time, my dear?”

His brow would raise when he saw the design.

The Voxtech logo, a wifi symbol, some red and black hypno circles, and the rest same blue as his claws.

“Well, well, what sight. I do believe these are my favorite set yet.”

Would bring your hand up against his and measure how they line up.

He would then curl your hands together so he was holding yours.

He would then pull you into your lap and give you a kiss.

Ideally he’d run his hands along your fingers but that’s just something he does without them.

Secretly (not really) he likes the fact that you’ve willingly put his symbols on you.

Would try not to give away his liking to them away too much so he doesn’t really do much aside saying they’re his favorite set.

#vox x reader #hazbin vox x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor x reader #hazbin lucifer x reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #hazbin husk x reader #husk x reader

[drawsmaddy]

[ID: A digital illustration of Apollo Justice and Klavier Gavin from Ace Attorney. The designs are from @u3pxx's role swap au. On the left side of the image is a full body drawing of Apollo. His hair horns are down across his forehead instead of vertical and he is wearing a red suit, blue waistcoat, white turtleneck, black boots, and gold accessories including a belt with a pair of gold handcuffs in the middle. He is standing confidently with his right hand in his pocket and his left hand holding the edge of his suit jacket. On the upper right is a drawing of Apollo in the same outfit but the drawing is done to look a little more like an Ace Attorney sprite. Apollo stands with his arms folded looking up at the viewer and a text box in front of him reads "You don't see many faces as pretty as yours at crime scenes." Where his name should be above the text box there are three question marks instead. Behind him is a simple sketch of People Park. On the lower right is a drawing of Klavier. He is wearing a purple suit jacket, dark blue shirt, small white scarf, defense attorney's badge, and glasses. His hair is tied in a loose ponytail over his left shoulder. He looks down (presumably at Apollo from the above drawing) and blushes as he says "Ah, hallo to you too?". End description.]

@aaroleswapau has stolen my whole heart oh my god <3

(I tried to think of something a similar level of deranged to Klavier saying "but this is the first time I've felt this way with a man" when he first meets Apollo but a bit more Apollo flavoured 😅)

#ace attorney #den if you see this your art is so so good and i go absolutely crazy for all your designs <3 #apollo justice #klavier gavin #my art #klapollo

[beansprean]

I’ve literally been thinking about this concept for months, I want Guillermo to start demanding petty shit like this!! He’s my best friend he’s my pal, my homeboy, my rotten soldier, he’s my sweet cheese, my good time boy-

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: Comic panels cut into various sections. Panel 1: Guillermo, wearing a blue and red sweater over a button up and tan chinos, stands in the fancy room mid-conversation, hip cocked, arms crossed, looking imperious as he starts, “If I do this for you-“ Nadja interrupts him, sitting on the loveseat to his right and waving a dismissive hand. “Yes, yes, Guillermo, what do you want now?” She is wearing a black silk dress with big mutton sleeves and a full skirt under a pink patterned waistcoat, sheer lace at her throat and making up the sleeves from the mutton to the wrist, where there is a pleated black cuff. She also has a large red-violet bow at her neck, multiple silver rings, her usual red lipstick and nails, sparkly silver eyeshadow, and her hair half-up in pigtails. 2: Close up of Guillermo, surrounded by sparkles as he forms a dimpled smirk, hands unfolding to be held up in offer. He says, “I want each of you… to give me a genuine compliment.” Three speech bubbles immediately invade from offscreen, saying “Absolutely not.” “Fucking guy!” and “Are you fucking kidding me?”

3: Reverse shot; Guillermo turns his back on the room to face the viewer again, shrugging casually as he replies, “Alright! Figure it out on your own then…” Behind him on the left, Laszlo leans with one hand on a side table, rolling his eyes. He is wearing a red-violet cravat and patterned pink waistcoat to match Nadja’s under a dark blue pea coat. There is a layer of lace matching Nadja’s sleeves over the lapels and pockets, and he is wearing various silver rings along with his usual black nails. Nandor stands center in the background, grimacing as he nervously fiddles his fingers together. He is wearing a brown knee-length belted coat, large cuffs turned out at the elbows and gold buttons down the center. The tighter brick red of his undershirt is visible from wrists to elbows and peeking out between each button on his chest. He also has a darker red cravat, silver stone ring on his right forefinger, and large gold ring on his left pinky. He glances over as Nadja stands up from the loveseat to glare at the back of Guillermo’s head and yells “Fine, you needy little maláko!”

4: Close up of Nadja on a red and gold background, smiling innocently, eyes closed, with both hands held up in a shrug as she offers smugly “You are a capable bodyguard.” Speech bubbles from the others with little floating heads invade the panel from offscreen. Nandor, looking sad, says, “Nadja! I was going to use that one…” Laszlo, smiling with a little heart, says “Good one, my dark darling!” Guillermo, looking unimpressed but unwilling to push for a better adjective, hesitates and says “…Thank you. Laszlo?” 5: Close up of Laszlo on a thoughtful teal background, leaning his head back with closed eyes and holding both hands together in a prayer position over his mouth. He takes a moment to hum to himself, eyebrows scrunching together as he struggles to think of something.

5: Wide shot of the whole room. On the left, Laszlo leans forward and thrusts his folded hands out, declaring, “You have a plush and bounceable arse that has invaded my mind more than once while musing in my woodshed.” In the background, Nandor, looking increasingly anxious, throws his arms out in alarm and whines, “Laszlo!!” Nadja gives her husband a nod and a thumbs up. Guillermo, next to her, has his head bent down as he digs a thumb are forefinger into his eyes, glasses pushed up on his extremely red face. He sighs out, “I’ll…I’ll take it.”

6: Close up on Nandor as a speech bubble from offscreen calls, “Nandor, you’re up.” Nandor grimaces, shoulders up to his ears, as his fangs nervously chomp at his lower lip and his eyes dart searchingly to the side. He groans aloud in uncertainty “Ummm…eeuurghh…" and thinks to himself "Nice things… about… Guillermo…” In the background behind him, sepia-toned images of Guillermo pop up to aid his memory. A close up of Guillermo’s hand dragging a brush through Nandor’s hair. A tiny Guillermo holding a feather duster, the scent of blood wafting from his neck proclaiming ‘yum yum!’ A knife embedding itself in a painting of Nandor and John. Guillermo’s ass stretching out a pair of green chinos as he moves, surrounded by sparkles. Guillermo’s fist, dripping with blood. Guillermo grinning as he confidently explains to Nandor how to make an airtight wish. Guillermo, eyes hidden behind opaque glasses, yanking a bloody stake from an unwitting victim.

7: Wide shot of the whole room. Nandor, face blank, head empty, holds out his hands and offers “Yooouuuuuuuuu seem very…durable.” Laszlo, now having walked over to stand near his wife, raises his eyebrows at Nandor with a smile and pipes up with an interested “Ohoo?” A thought bubble from him just contains the words “sex thoughts”. Nadja gestures towards Nandor with one hand and exclaims with irritation, “He’s a human, Nandor. My giagia had liverspots more durable than him!” In the foreground, Guillermo turns his back on his roommates and stalks away with an irritated expression and says “I really don’t know what I expected from you guys.” /end ID

#wwdits #nandermo #mlm #guillermo de la cruz #what we do in the shadows fx #what we do in the shadows #my art #fanart #comic #image described

[slvthrs]

STARBOY | vinnie hacker

— MINORS PLEASE FUCK OFF FOR UR OWN GOOD —

your dealer is the only constant in your life but that doesn’t mean he’s the best

DRUG DEALER!VINNIE X FEM!READER

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI, use of drugs, degradation n praise kink, pet names, unprotected sex (use birth control idiots), car sex, choking, mentions of anxiety if you squint bit of grinding

word count: 2.6k

authors note: this is inspired by the weeknd song ‘starboy’

The sound of me and my friends rushing around inside my friends house is deafening, Max and Chloe are clearly drunk from pre-game drinking and lip-syncing Weeknd songs with the majority of the lyrics coming out as slurring. Ellie and Ross are in a corner trying to smoke without someone interrupting them whilst Bowie is making out with some random guy he found on the bus who clearly is on some sorta substance. 

We are supposed to be ready to go to a party at my friend Venus’ house but at this pace the only one ready is Alex who is always ready an hour before we go anywhere. I’ve finished my makeup already but I’m currently deciding between 2 outfits- a black leather skirt and a waistcoat top that shows too much cleavage to be modest (but modesty is never my goal) or denim flare pants and a cropped corset top. In the end I end up wearing the skirt but with ripped panty hose and the cropped corset top along with my favorite pair of chunky black boots and a considerable amount of silver jewelry to match with my earrings.

When I’m done changing I fluff up my hair and smudge up my eye makeup a little and put on my black mask to walk out of my room to hear Chloe wolf whistle at me who's clearly drunk out of her mind. We quickly grab our phones and ID’s and head out to find a cab. 

As my friends wail for a cab I’m busy texting my dealer- the same dealer I’ve had for years and the only one person who's never abandoned me.

vinnieee

Are you fucking drunk already?

srop being such a bitch

*stop

r u coming to venus’ house party 

Yeah I’ll be where I always am, come find me okay?

yeah yeah see u in a b it loseer

I smile and put my phone in my corset and step into the cab my friends found. We give the driver the location of the house and I put my headphones in and shuffle to some Tupac hoping that the drive will be quicker. 

We get out of the car and I immediately pull out my joint and a lighter and light it. We walk into the house to be met with booming music and my friends being pulled away from me as I instinctually walk to the back of the house and into a small room that only a few people know where it’s located- including Vinnie.

I walk in and find Vinnie sitting on a couch, manspreading, with his phone in one hand and bottle of beer in another and I find myself sitting right next to him waiting for him to acknowledge me.

“Hi princess,” He says while putting his phone back in his pocket and bringing the bottle to his lip and taking a swig. I wait and watch the way his arms flex and his Adam apple bob as he swallows the drink.

I flop my head to the side letting it rest on the back of the couch and let myself take in his outfit. It's a black Gorillaz shirt with black boyfriend jeans and some shoes that I can’t really tell in the dark, but my eyes drop to the rings on his fingers- a skull one, a cross (ironic) and a heart on with an eye in it, all silver. I locate the final piece of his outfit: a simple silver chain. 

He notices me staring, “You gonna say hi or keep checking me out sweetheart?” He raises his eyebrow and meets my gaze- fuck i’m not slick when I’m high.

“God you're so cocky- I was not checking you out Vinnie” I retorted trying to look as truthful as possible.

He pulls the joint from my hand and rolls over so his back is on the couch rather than his side and he takes a puff while throwing his hands that are closest to me behind my back, “I’m not cocky I just know when someones checking me out- and don’t call me Vinnie”

“Okay ‘Hacker’”, I try to say in the most condescending tone I can muster, “Hacker is such a dumb name to go by Vinnie it’s cooler than ‘Hacker’”

He chuckles, “It’s not meant to be cool I just don’t want random druggies to know my real name” he scrunches his nose- it’s kinda cute.

“But like why did you pick your last name that’s so fucking stupid and it reminds me of dumb fraternity guys” I pout

He moves his face so it's right in front of mine and his hot air is fanning over my face, “Whatever baby, ‘Hacker’ ‘Vinnie’, your still gonna be screaming one name by the end of the night” He says flashing his canines

I push against his chest, “That’s so fucking corny oh my lord, your such a loser” I say while his lips remain inches from mine

He cocks his eyebrow, “Yeah, I’m such a loser”, he stretches, “Wait, why are you here did you want something” 

“Oh uh yeah like 5 grams of coke or something like that” I ask, I don’t know why but asking for drugs is kinda embarrassing.

“Yeah sure come with me” He says, pulling my hands from our little room oasis to where the actual party is and I can hear ‘Starboy’ playing so instead of following Vinnie I pull him to the dance floor.

“What the fuck, what are we-” I cut him off by throwing my hands over his shoulder

“Shut up Vinnie, just listen to the song, it’s basically your life verbatim” I sway us to the beat of the song while he listens intently. 

“Huh it kinda is like my life- you were right” His hands end up on my waist as he sways us around the dance floor and adds a spin here and there.

We nearly forget what we need to do when Vinnie snaps me out of my trance, “Wait we have stuff to do” and he pulls me outside to his car.

It's some sort of black 4 seater. It looks expensive but then again I don’t know shit about cars, it has a red interior- his dealer job definitely pays off it looks like a car those sugar daddies drive.

We end up sitting in the back with our knees touching, and Vinnie is rummaging through a black duffle bag and comes out with a tiny bag of white powder.

I lean over and grab the bag and plant a kiss on his cheek ignoring the way it almost immediately gets dusted in a layer of pink. 

“Vinnie have I told you how much I love you”, I express while rummaging through my corset to find money, before he places his hand on mine and stops mine from moving.

“It’s on the house as long as you do a line with me” He says with a smirk.

I scoff and pull out the middle cup holder and grab my ID and open the tiny bag to make sure I don’t tear it and pour 2 lines and fix them with my ID and finger.

He snorts the first line closing one of his nostrils and dragging his nose along the line and inhaling. When he's done he makes a sound of exasperation and leans his head on the car seat. I copy his actions by snorting the line and leaning my head on the car seat, I close my eyes and just sit in silence for a bit- a comfortable silence letting the buzz of the coke settle in my head giving me a burst of adrenaline.

When I open my eyes I’m met with Vinnie checking me out, he does it alot but this time it’s a lot less subtle. His eyes dragged over my skin and stopped at my face. 

I close the divider between us and shuffle into his personal space, “Hey big man whatcha lookin at?”

“Your really pretty”, He says it a lot but I don’t know why he never says it sober, “I know idiot, you say it a lot” and his face leans closer to mine

I bite the inside of my cheek, he’s so close to kissing me but I’m so conflicted. If I kiss him, what if he hates it, what if I ruin our friendship, what if? But my stronger, reckless, impulsive side wins and I lean into kissing his lips with a haste peck.

And he doesn’t do anything.

Why isn’t he doing anything?

What's wrong?

Did I read the situation wrong?

Oh no I fucked up?

What if-

All my thoughts come to a halt when his hand lands under my chin grabbing it and pulling me to kiss him. I lean further into the kiss when he grabs my legs and throws them over his so I’m straddling his lap now. We keep making out as I grind onto his lap, but when I make a particular motion he throws his head back with a low groan.

This gives me the perfect moment to latch onto his neck and start sucking hickies while his hands flip up my skirt and start grabbing my ass. 

“Oh fuck that feels so good keep going” I keep sucking and roll my hips on his lap

With one last hickey I pull back and try to catch my breath, panting in heavy breaths. 

His hands return to waistband of my skirt and they start toying with the edge whilst he moves his head right next to my ear, “You sure you want this, tell me when to stop”

I just nod and he flips me onto the car seat while pulling my skirt down and he pulls his pants down so he’s just left in his boxer- thank the lord his windows are tinted.

“Wait Vinnie one sec” I sit up and I undo my corset letting it fall off me along with my phone, airpods, and lighter which were held in my corset. 

“Jesus how do you not end up so uncomfortable when having your entire purse in your shirt?”, He chuckles while I just laugh and shake my head

I pull him in for a kiss while pawing at his shirt, “Mmph Vinnieee take your shirt off” I pout

“You're so bossy” He rolls his eyes but pulls his shirt off so I can move my hand across his chest and let it run along his toned body.

His head dips down to my tits and he starts leaving love bites all over them whilst I play with his hair but I’m getting really impatient

“Vinnie” I whisper, 

“Yeah doll” He replies

“You can be rough if you want” And as I finish that breathy sentence it’s like a spark ignites in him

He takes his cock out of his boxers and he pumps it up a bit and lines it up with my hole,“Oh can I now” and as soon as he finishes his taunt he slams his cock into me and sets an unrelenting pace.

Every thrust hits my deepest spots and makes my entire body loosen up. He hovers over me and presses chaste kisses all along my body and he focuses on my collarbones and shoulders biting and licking them, it's bound to leave marks for days.

His fingers finally find my clit and a pool of heat starts to form in my belly, his hands move in synchronicity with his dick, they go in circles and they press on my clit causing me to moan loud enough for people outside to hear me.

And that’s when I remember that we’re outside and if anyone walked past the car they would hear me moaning and the car shaking. 

I quickly use my hand to cover my mouth to prevent me from any form of embarrassment. But I’m quickly met with a sound of disapproval from Vinnie.

“Nuh-uh I want everyone to hear how much of a whore you are for me, my little slut” That almost sends me over the edge, the words turning me into putty, smooth enough for him to mold however he wants me. I’ve given up full control of my body at this point, his pinning my hands above my head and I’m not going to do anything to stop him.

He keeps rucking into me, while one of his hands is pinning my hands, the other one is leaving feather touches all along my body making me feel like I’m on fire- I really hope he doesn’t notice I’m burning up.

As he keeps pounding into me I arch into him trying to chase my own release. I’m starting to squeeze around him more and I know he can tell because he’s let go of my hands and places both of them on my hips putting enough pressure on there so we both know it's going to leave bruises.

The mixture of pure ecstasy of sex and the high of cocaine sends a rush od addrenaline into me. I’ve had sex high before but never with Vinnie and never with someone as good as Vinnie.

One of his hands leaves my hip and ends up next to my head caging me in. I’ve always loved his hands, they’re bigger than mine and when they flex over his steering wheel and how they almost cover my entire face,

I wonder what it's like to have them on my neck…

I want them on my neck

I need them on my neck

So I tilt my head back and bat my eyelashes up at him hoping he’ll figure out what I want, but luck is never in my favor and he doesn’t realize what I want, so I grab his hand and place it on my neck looking back up at him,

“Are you sure baby?” He whispers

“Please” I try to come off as reassuring but it just comes out breathy

That’s all the reassuring he needs and he quickly squeezes my throat. It feels so fucking good, I roll my eyes to the back of my head and arch into his chest, I don’t see stars all I see is him hovering over me with a dumb smile and I think that if I were to die right now I wouldn’t be opposed to it.

After what seems like an eternity of no air he lets go and oxygen floods into my body as I tip my head back.

I can see him chuckling, “You're such a slut oh my lord”, while he keeps thrusting into me.

I don’t know why but he picks up my legs and throws them over my shoulder so when he thrusts into me he’s hitting deeper into me and he hit the back of my cervix

I stumble out a collection of swears and moans and I’m so close to reaching my peak and Vinnie knows it it because he’s picking up his pace and circling my clit like his life depends on it,

“C’mon doll cum for me scream out my name” and that’s what tips me over the edge my entire body comes undone and I cum screaming out his name for everyone in the parking lot to hear letting my head rest.

He come not far after with a few more thrusts, he doesn’t slip out we both the lay there on top of each other just letting the moment sink in

His weight is on top of me while I brush through his hair. I relax a bit if I were to spend my whole life with Vinnie, would that be so bad?

#bella fawns over vhacker #vinnie hacker smut #vinnie hacker x reader smut #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker imagines #vhackerr #vincent hacker #vinnie hacker oneshot #vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker x you #vinnie x reader #vinnie imagines #vinnie #bella's full works #bella's dealer!vinnie

[snippity]

Here's my character lineup of the Bag a Legend NPCs! It's not my favourite writing-wise but it's the one closest to my heart.

Design notes + pics split into layers under the cut:

april:

she's described as short and stocky ingame so i did give her a body type to reflect that more accurately compared to her ingame art. also let me have this one i like butch women

made her a bit older as well. there's text saying she has experience with infernal ammunition (like that used in the war against hell), making her at the very least in her 40s

fun fact she's 4'10" here. i did use a height chart as reference

sinning jenny: not too much to say about her since she has a canon design as well and i didn't really deviate here. in my mind she's tall to contrast april being short though

mother superior:

she has a gold and beryl mask at the end of the ambition which i thought was cool so it's there

holding an ankh because she's originally from the second city - you can see the influence too by how jenny's rosary resembles one. the mask itself was also ever so slightly inspired by egyptian death masks

that's meant to be a pistol in a holster but you can barely see it

scarred naturalist:

wanted to show off his real identity as a snuffer, so i had some of the snuffer tentacles/flesh peek through the skin

gave him a green waistcoat partly to show his connection to the vake

remember the bit where he ripped a guys upper lip off just to wear his mustache. i didn't until a friend reminded me

the vake: looked at fallout deathclaws and venus flytraps for inspiration! i'll be honest i personally think making the masters just straightforward anthro bats is a little boring so i took some more liberties with it. that's a liver it's holding. whose? who knows.

#fallen london #failbetter games #bag a legend #fallen london spoilers #body horror #gore #creature design #character lineup #illustration #digital art #please dont let this one flop it took a week......

[ramblingoak]

Hey friendo 💜 drunk (mutually / accidental) kisses with Papa II if you feel like it???

Indeed my friend, I do feel like it 💙

A Single Kiss

Secondo x GN Reader (gender neutral reader, fluff, nsfw but there's just some tipsy kissing, 1k words)

~ You need a very specific type of kiss from your Papa ~

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“Your eyes are meaty.”

The look on Secondo’s face was priceless, just pure bewilderment at what had come out of your mouth.  He grunted when you nearly toppled over again, letting out a string of Italian that you had no hope of understanding while sober let alone in your current state.  You did recognize the word for shoe and you obediently held each foot up so he could remove the tall heels you had chosen for the night.  When he chucked them down the hall you pouted, turning to go back and get them, but a quick tug on your hand had you spinning back towards him and pressed against his chest.

“We’ll get them later.”  You poked your bottom lip out more and plucked at one of the buttons on his waistcoat.  “You’ll break an ankle teetering around in those in your current state.”

“Someone will take them.”

Secondo snorted and shook his head.  He had forgone the facepaint tonight, opting for just a black upper lip like in his cardinal days.  Without the full paint it was easier to see his expressions, easier to see how he felt about you.  Things were a little fuzzy around the edges of your vision, but you were pretty sure he was wearing that fond look he got whenever you two were alone together.    

“Piccolina, who would take your shoes?”

“Terzo.”

Lucifer, you loved seeing him laugh.  He turned and wandered back down the hall to grab your shoes.  You let out a little sigh of appreciation watching him bend over to pick them up.  His perfectly tailored pants stretching across his ass and thighs.  

You loved seeing that too.

With your shoes in hand he returned to your side, slipping an arm back around your waist to keep you steady.  The walk back to his room went quietly.  He only had to rearrange your wandering hands a few times, quietly tutting at you when you whined.  How could he expect you to keep your hands to yourself when he looked like he did?  When he smelled like he did?  The urge to kiss him was always there, but right now it felt like if you didn’t you’d die.

“I think Terzo is too busy at his party to care about your shoes.”

“Secondo, come here.”

“I already am here, piccolina.”

You huffed and planted your feet as hard as you could trying to stop him, turning around to place your hands on his chest.  A single eyebrow rose up as he tried to figure out what you were doing.  Well, it should be obvious.  

“Silly Papa, I want to kiss you.”

“Oh really?  What’s the occasion?”

Ugh, why was his face so far away?  You gripped the lapels of his jacket in your hands and pulled yourself up on your tiptoes.  

“Your handsome face is the oc-occas…um,”  You squinted at his face, trying to remember the damn word when a wave of dizziness hit you.  Groaning, you leaned harder against him, your forehead falling to rest on his tie.  His chest vibrated as he chuckled and you hummed when he rubbed his free hand up and down your back.  The dizziness passed quickly so you leaned your head back to look at him again.  “I like your eyes.”

“Because they’re meaty?”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”  When he tried to gently nudge you forward you growled, planting your feet again.  “Papa no, we can’t move until you kiss me.”

“Ah, is that the price?  A single kiss?”

“Yup.”  Your lips popped on the ‘p’ and you grinned smugly at him.  “A good one, too.”

He moved the hand on your back to your cheek, lightly brushing his thumb across your cheek bone.  

“Aren’t all my kisses good, piccolina?”

“Yes, but I want a really good one.  Like…firm.  A firm kiss, Papa.”  

Secondo nodded solemnly, the look on his face making your heart do funny things in your chest.    

“A really good, firm kiss.  I think I can do this.”

“Sloppy, too.” 

“So demanding tonight.  Is there anything else?”

You scrunched your nose up as you thought about what else the kiss should have.  Your thoughts were so fuzzy it was hard to think about all the things that went into a kiss from your Papa.  

“Oh!  Tongue too.  Please.”

“Alright, I think I can manage that.  But after you’re going straight to bed, ok?”

“Yes, Papa.”

The sound of your shoes dropping back onto the floor echoed down the hall, but before you could protest their treatment Secondo was leaning in and pressing his lips to yours.  You had to cling to his jacket harder to stay upright, the force and passion behind his kiss tough to handle after all the colorful drinks you had at his brother’s party.  Secondo’s lips tasted like the bright pink concoction you’d foisted on him before he’d insisted you both leave.

You opened your mouth under his when his now free hand moved to your ass and his fingers dug into your flesh.  Secondo began to nip and suck at your lips before slipping his tongue inside your mouth.  Both of you groaned as the kiss deepened, your tongues flicking and rubbing against each other’s.  Secondo’s mouth dominated yours, his movements practiced but still full of passion.  When the kiss finally slowed and he began to pull away you whined, trying and failing to follow his mouth as he leaned back.  He shushed you, making you pout up at him.  

“Now, now.  I think I did everything you asked, si?”  You reluctantly nodded, but continued to pout.  He rubbed a thumb along your swollen bottom lip and clicked his tongue.  “It’s time for bed now, that was the deal.”

“Can there be more kisses?”

Secondo smiled gently and nodded, leaning in to press a quick kiss to the tip of your nose.  

“I will always have kisses for you, piccolina.”

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[hyunsvngs]

Have you ever thought of writing about professor lee know? Fucking an age gap guy, who wants his dck into you just because you are so careless and dumb.

ANON BABE UR INSANE FOR THIS ONE... i'm drooling at the very thought

putting this under the cut bc i got a little carried away hehe it's quite long

cw - age gap, teacher student relationship, minho is a college professor (everyone is of age!!)

you're typically a pretty good student. never top of the class, but you always pass if you put the work in. but professor lee's class? you swear you come out of every lecture feeling stupider than when you entered. not because he's a bad teacher - to be honest, you didn't know shit about his teaching. you'd never listened to a single word that came out of his pretty mouth. how could you, when he stood there at the front of the room, in his tweed jackets and cosy jumpers and horn rimmed glasses? and the day he came in wearing that slutty little waistcoat? all you could think about was tearing it off him.

"alright, everyone, that's it for today. have a great weekend. oh - y/n, could you see me for a moment before you leave?"

were you dreaming? why did he want to speak to you? before that moment, you hadn't been completely sure he knew your name. visions flashed through your head - he grips your wrist, marched you to his office, undresses you-

you urged yourself to get a fucking grip before your cheeks were bright red. he was rifling through some papers at the lectern, paying you no mind. "um, yes, professor lee?"

"y/n." he looked up at you. his eyes were stern, his mouth a flat line. "i think we need to have a discussion about your engagement in class."

"my... my engagement?" you felt absolutely dumbstruck, being this close to him. this was the man you fucked every single night in your dreams, and he was staring straight at you, his gaze chilling.

he only sighed at your bewildered expression. "yes, your engagement. i've seen your grades for other classes - you clearly have potential. but you're not meeting it in my class... monday afternoon, come see me in my office. we'll have a talk about getting you to where you need to be." with that, he picked up his briefcase and marched out of the lecture hall, leaving you completely and utterly perplexed.

you spent the majority of your weekend with your hand between your thighs. honestly, you must've broken some kind of masturbation world record. you couldn't get professor lee off your mind at the best of times, but the anticipation of monday's meeting was truly driving you insane. you and him, in the confined space of his office. his steely stare penetrating you to your very core. would he bend you over his desk? would he be wearing that waistcoat? would he keep it on while he fucked you? you were getting carried away again. you sighed, delving your hand back into your underwear.

monday afternoon rolled around, finally, and you were already wet as you knocked on his office door. you swore you could've came on the spot as you stepped inside. it smelled like old books, cedar, musk. and the man behind the desk... no waistcoast, regrettably. no tweed jacket either. no tie, no sweater, no cardigan. just the professor, in a white button-up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up and top two buttons undone. you'd never seen him so casually dressed. it felt so intimate, you could've died. your heart raced as you sat down before his desk.

"why my class, y/n? my class is the only one where your grades are slipping like this. is there something about my teaching style that isn't working for you?"

"no, i don't think so - i don't know -" god, you were pathetic around him.

he gave you a wry smile, crossing his arms over his chest. "come on. i know you're not stupid. it's just, you always seem so distracted..."

"maybe," you squeaked.

his eyes got gentler, his smile softer. he reached across the desk, giving your arm a gentle tap. "i want to help you succeed, y/n. tell me what's bothering you."

were you just paranoid? he was looking at you like he knew. he couldn't know. could he? was he going to expel you on the spot?

"nothing's bothering me."

"come on, i'm your professor. you can talk to me." you said nothing. "do you know how many years i've been teaching for? a lot. i know how to tell when a student is attracted to me." still, you couldn't speak. you couldn't get a read on him - was he angry? indifferent? was he... interested?

"look, i just need to know. are you able to engage with my lectures, without getting lost in your daydreams about my cock? or do i need to fuck you and get things over and done with?"

"w-what?"

"the choice is yours. leave my office and we'll forget the whole thing, if you want? but..." he smirked at you. "something tells me you're not going to do that."

you were in a haze. you could only nod. had you ever been this horny before? it was like an out-of-body experience. he stood, leaned over the desk, took ahold of your jaw and kissed you, and you felt yourself ascend.

you were on your knees before you knew it, as your professor unbuckled his belt. it was so much bigger than you could've hoped. you took him into your mouth, into your throat, until your nose was pushed into the bristles of his pubes. you could've sucked on it for hours - you would've, if he hadn’t tugged on your hair, pulling you off him.

"on the desk. clothes off." you complied eagerly. he spread your legs as you lay back on the surface, thumb drawing circles on your clit. "you're so swollen down here. you been touching yourself, thinking of me?"

he wasted no time, giving you exactly what you needed. you felt like he was splitting you in half. his thrusts were deep and fast, hammering your g-spot each time. you cried out in pleasure, overwhelm, and absolute ecstacy.

"look at you, sweetheart. so fucking dumb over your professor's dick. is this what you needed, hm? this what you've been dreaming about all semester?"

"y-yeah, yes sir, fuck!"

you came around his cock embarrassingly fast, your wetness flooding him, splashing onto his abdomen. he fucked you through your orgasm, tears leaking from your eyes at the overstimulation.

"in my mouth? please? taste your cum?" you babbled.

he laughed at you. "has my dick made you dumber? you gonna start failing all your classes now?"

"maybe - don't know, don't care - gimme cum, please-"

he shook his head in amusement. "so desperate." he did as you asked, though, pulling out and bringing his dick back to your mouth. you suckled on the tip like a lollipop, swiping your tongue around the head, across the tip, the frenulum. he tangled his hand in your hair, holding tight as he came on your tongue, grunting as he did so.

"thank you, professor," you panted.

he got you a bottle of water, helped you to sip it, handed you a towel to get yourself cleaned up.

"now," he said, zipping his trousers back up. "get yourself up to a c-grade, and i'll fuck you again. but until then, you're getting nothing more from me. okay?"

you nodded. "okay."

"you're not as dumb as you look, darling. put your horniness aside for five minutes and study. i'll see you in class tomorrow," he said, ushering you out of his office.

"thank you, professor lee," you mumbled, still so fucking cock-dumb.

"you're welcome. study hard, y/n."

you had no fucking idea how you'd ever focus on schoolwork ever again. but you'd find a way. the reality had been even better than your dreams, somehow, and you'd fucking die if you never got another taste.

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can i please request feysands daughter reader who is in a relationship with eris’s son. They’re sneaking around and when eris and the inner circle are away for a meeting in the townhouse she sneaks her in and they makeout. They’re however caught by the whole inner circle + eris. and they literally throw eachother away and act like nothing happened but everyone knows👀😭 nyx knew already and nessians daughter knew too

Kiss Me In The Quiet. (Leander Vanserra x Reader)

Warnings: Making out, a little spicy

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Hi love! Thank you so much for your request! I actually had a lot of fun with this, and if anyone is interested I would definitely be willing to write more! I appreciate the visit to my inbox, please come again! As always, constructive criticism is welcome <3

“AURELIA,” You yell down the hall to your little sister's room, and you hear her treading footsteps pad to your door before it creaks open. “You have my emerald hair comb, and I need it back for tonight.” She averts her eyes quickly, her grip tightening on the door. 

“I gave it back to you after I borrowed it.” Her cheeks are turning bright red. Your poor little sister has never been able to lie because of her obvious tell. 

Your Uncle Azriel had politely ruled her out of spy work after that. 

You shoot her an incredulous look, and she cracks immediately. “Please just let me wear it for one more night! You don’t even like emeralds!” You roll your eyes and turn to face her from your vanity chair. 

“I do like emeralds. I need it back, Aurelia.” 

“But you never even wear it. You haven’t worn it in years!” 

“That’s completely irrelevant, it's mine, I need it back!” 

“But-” 

“No buts! Get your own if you like it so much!” 

“Sisters!” Your brother bursts into the room, still looking rumpled, even though you and your sister are almost completely ready to leave. “You both have more jewels than you know what to do with. Aurelia, if you want one so bad, I’m sure Mummy and Daddy dearest will get you one for solstice.” He rubs out the crease in his eyebrows, looking so much like your father at that moment that it scares you a bit. You and Aurelia whirl on your brother, now finding a common enemy. 

“Stay out of this Nyx!” You both yell in unison. Your elder brother holds his hands up in surrender, backing up a step from the budding argument. 

“I’m not trying to intervene,” he promises, “But we’re leaving for the townhouse in twenty minutes with or without the both of you.” He sends one final look before exiting the room. Hopefully, to make himself look presentable.

“The comb, Aurelia.” You send your little sister one final look, and she stomps away in a huff, grumbling all the way, but returns the comb to your room. You pin the comb in place, holding back your hair from your face. The beautiful matching emerald green dress hugged your figure. Applying one final touch to your makeup, you were out the door and down the stairs to meet the rest of your family. Your Mother and Father looked like the pinnacle of night-kissed royalty. Your Father always looked at your Mother like she hand strung every star in the sky, it made your heart lurch in your chest and your thoughts cloud with one male. 

One male who you knew for a fact would be at this meeting tonight. 

Taking your father's arm, you appeared in the cozy living room of the townhouse. Your Aunt Nesta and Uncle Cassian, along with the twins Cassandra and Cordelia, had already arrived. Your other cousin Atlas is also perched on the arm of a loveseat, shadows whispering in his ears. Nyx immediately flocks to your cousins, Aurelia leaves to find your Aunt Elain to discuss a new baking technique, leaving you alone in the center. You spot the High Lord of Autumn in a Burgandy waistcoat. He shakes hands with your Father and presses a kiss to your Mother’s knuckles. His son stood dutifully beside him, copying the actions of his father. His eyes found you a moment later, and bolts of lightning shot through your body. 

Leander Vanserra affected you, and the asshole knew it too. 

His russet curls were brushed back tonight, and you missed the messy waves framing his face, preferably by your doing. You had to move on before the staring contest between the two of became obvious. You needed to escape the trap of his gaze, maybe get something to drink before the fire lit in the pit of your stomach consumed you whole. You just had to wait for the adults to leave for the meeting, and your cousins and siblings just had to get drunk enough to slip away into your corner of the library.

Disappearing into the kitchen you dip into one of your Father’s expensive bottles of whiskey, pouring yourself three fingers worth, and trying not to remind yourself that the color resembled a certain male’s eyes. A warmth appears at your back and steals the glass of bourbon right before it reaches your lips. Strong hands wrap around your waist, and you turn around to find the offender pressing your cup to his lips, downing the drink. 

“That was mine you know.” The hand rubs soothing circles into the curve of your waist. Despite your admonishment, Leander seems perfectly content to crowd your space and steal your drink. 

“You seem to have misplaced it, it couldn’t have found its way into my possession otherwise.” The feline grin that stretches across his face makes you want to kiss him stupid and chase the burning whiskey down his throat. He seems to agree with your sentiment because his amber eyes haven’t left your lips. “Meet me in the library at eleven-thirty. Our parents are returning at midnight.” His voice drops an octave, pouring into your veins like slow-melting sugar. 

“Only thirty minutes, I feel you may be overestimating yourself Vanserra.” He adds to your high with a dark chuckle, hand coming up to gently clasp your jaw. He tilts your head to the side, and the sight of your obedience lights sparks in his eyes. His thumb rubs over your bottom lip in a sensual promise. 

“Oh Fawn,” he tuts. Just the right amount of condescending to make you melt. He leans down so his lips are level with your ear, his lips brush against you with every word, and you stomp down every shiver threatening to surface. “We both know I can make you fall apart in five.” After that he pulls away completely, draining the rest of your whiskey, and sets the crystal glass face down on the counter. Your eyes track his tongue as he licks the remainder off his lips, he winks at you once before abandoning your heaving form in the kitchen. 

You really needed a glass of whiskey now, maybe the whole fucking bottle, if you were going to get through this night. It was only eleven. You still had half an hour of making nice to do. Walking back into the living room you found Leander sitting enthralled in conversation with your cousin Cordelia.

Two can play at his little game. If you leaned forward a bit, and if his eyes dipped to the neckline of your dress that was none of your business. 

“Where is Pandora tonight?” Cordelia asked with a slight red tinge to her tan cheeks, hulking wings ruffling behind her. You fail to hide your smugness at the way Leander doesn’t even seem to hear her question, too preoccupied with staring at you. Your cousin calls his name again and he glares at you before answering her. 

“Pandora elected to stay with my mother tonight. She was feeling a bit ill.” You don’t fail to miss the way Cordelia’s wings droop at his response, but you have no time to ponder it further as the large grandfather clock chimes once.

It’s eleven thirty. 

You announce to the group that you have to use the restroom and excuse yourself. Making your way to the library, wandering through the stacks you stop infront of a painting to lean against the small table underneath it. It’s quiet in here, with nothing but piles of books surrounding you and the blanket of moonlight streaming through the windows.  It takes five minutes for Leander to appear out of the shadows. 

“Leo,” you whisper. He’s on you in a second, pinning you in place with a searing kiss. His warm hands trace the curves of your body, lifting you in one solid motion onto the table. You get your earlier wish, hands rushing straight to his hair to get a hold of the curls you love so much. He heaves a breath before moving to kiss down your neck. 

“That was a dirty little trick you played in the living room Fawn.” He bites particularly hard at the crook of your shoulder. You thank the Cauldron for your inherited gift of glamouring because that’s sure to leave a mark. 

“Oh, my poor Lion,” he simpers at the nickname just like he always does, melting like candle wax in warm sunlight. You abuse the spot where his neck meets his ear and drawl in a voice like star-flecked silk, “Payback for what you did to me in the kitchen.” He lets out a laugh that dissolves into a moan. 

“It seems I have some apologizing to do,” His voice drops into that low timber again as he skims his hands along the underside of your breasts. 

“I was promised five minutes,” You smile as his hands start to bunch up the bottom of your dress growling at the sheer amount of layers blocking him from his destination. He’s just about to drop down to his knees and give you exactly what you’ve been waiting all evening for. 

And then the door opens. 

You two snap apart with impressive speed, even by fae standards. You pretend to read a book that had been abandoned on the table and Leander feigns looking at the titles on a nearby bookcase. 

“Alright,” Calls your mother's voice, “would the two of you like to explain something?” She raises one eyebrow at you, looking over at your clearly disheveled state. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You turn a page in the book you’re reading, the random words skimming past your eyes. 

“Sweetheart.” 

“Yes, Mother?” 

“Your book is upside down.” You sighed in defeat, closing the book and leaning your back against the wall. Your mother smiles, blue eyes alighting in victory “You owe me twenty gold marks, Rhys.” You shoot her an incredulous look as Eris appears and claps a hand on his son’s shoulder. 

“How did you find out?” Leander winces eyes darting between your parents. 

“It’s not as if the two of you make a conscious effort to hide it.” Your brother’s voice comes booming from the back, “You two practically eye fuck each other every time you’re in the same room.” Atlas smacks him upside the head as Cassandra’s laughter echoes through the library. 

“Can we please just talk about this later?” You feel your cheeks flame in embarrassment as you jump off the table. Your mother escorts you out arm and arm back into the main area of the townhouse.

“We certainly have a lot of talking to do about this later.” You know it will be a long discussion, even worse when your father starts on about inner court politics. Looking at Leander he seems to be getting a similar discussion if Eris’s muttering whispers are anything to go by, but he’s still sending you that sugar-sweet smile. 

You get the feeling in your gut that everything will turn out okay. Just as long as he keeps smiling at you like that.

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⭑ Fuck Buddies; Fred Weasley x reader

Summary: Fred and you have been fuck buddies for a couple of months now. But what happens when feelings get involved? Will it ruin what you two have going on?

[ SMUT, praise, and slight degradation, Dom! Fred Weasley, Sub! Reader, my English, begging sorta, fingering ]

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A/N: Heyy, this is my first time ever writing something like this, actually writing something in general (that I actually post). So please go easy on me, feedback is always welcome though :)

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Here you were again, In his bedroom. It has been weeks since you last saw each other. It used to happen regularly, sometimes even on a daily basis. But now that the shop he shared with his twin was running well causing them to work overtime most days to help as many customers as they can, it got harder to find time to meet up again and react your sexual frustrations out on each other.

But yet here you were today, waiting for him in the apartment he shared with his twin, wearing a beautiful lingerie set, you sat yourself down on his bed. You knew he would take a break between 12 and 1 pm while George would take his after Fred.

Your head turned as you heard the doorknob twist. Excitement had your blood rushing through your veins and your heart beating faster. He made you feel alive every time you were with him.

Heat surged through your body when you looked at him again after all those weeks of going without seeing him, an overwhelming feeling coursing through you once again.

"Hey there," he said with a grin. He had seen you walk up the stairs after greeting George and telling him to be quiet about your visit, turns out you had already been seen and he had been informed about your little plan.

You were sat on his bed, watching him unbutton his waistcoat, and letting it drop down somewhere on the floor behind him.

He started slowly getting on top of you after removing his dress shirt, his eyes scanning over your body, moving down from your face to your chest, over your stomach... It felt almost predatory. His hands slide down to the place you have wanted him most for weeks. "Fred." His name came out in a gasp as you reached for him. Wetness flooded the apex of your thighs.

"If I slid my hand in between your legs, how wet would I find you there, hm?" He was staring down at you, kneading your thighs.

"Hm, why don't you find out yourself, Weasley." A little mischievous smirk playing at your lips.

A grin is displayed on his lips, he slides his hand between your legs and spreads them apart, pulling your panties to the side and moving his finger through your slit. “So wet already, huh?”.

A whimper escapes your throat. You smile innocently at him, nodding at his statement. “Mhm, I’ve missed you, Fred”. The ache between your legs is only getting worse.

You watch him as he slowly starts taking off the set you put on for him. Butterflies erupt in your stomach. His hand gliding over your skin, you missed this feeling, his touch. You’re growing more impatient by the second. “Please, Freddie, it’s been so long, please”.

“So needy, aren’t you, little whore?” He chuckles, shaking his head, he slides his thumb through your slit and rubs your clit in circles, watching you squirm at his touch. “You’re so pretty”.

A whimper escapes your throat once again, you remain the eye contact. You give him a smile and thanked him. Tilting you head back and letting his fingers work their magic on your pussy.

Your mouth falls open when he sinks a single finger in, getting himself comfortable between your thighs he trails his free hand up to your stomach and then your breasts, teasing your nipples.

He speeds up his pace, adding a second finger when he feels you’re ready. The sounds you’re making filling the room. Fred’s lips wrap around your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue. Oh, how badly you have wanted this. You glide your fingers through his red hair, tugging at it slightly causing him to groan. Vibrations coursing through your pussy. “Please Fred, I’m going to-“

You felt cool air hit you, he stopped. You whine at the loss of contact. “What was that for?”. He looked at you, clearly enjoying this, having control over your orgasms. “Don’t worry, love. All I want is for you to cum around my dick”. You can’t help yourself but admire his toned body while he’s stripping down. He takes a condom out of the top drawer of his nightstand, ripping it open with his teeth and putting it on. All those years of quidditch did in fact make him look gorgeous.

He is teasing your entrance with his dick making you whine and whimper, begging him to fuck you. You had been patient and he wasn’t exactly rewarding you the way you wanted him to. Your eyes met his, filled with lust. “Please, I missed you, no more teasing”.

He plants a gentle kiss on your lips before pushing himself in slowly. Gasps slipped out both of your mouths, you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer to kiss him again.

He waits until you’re adjusted to his size to pick up a gentle pace, every thrust getting rougher, your moans filling the room. “Such a good girl, you’re doing so well, love”

His one hand rubs your clit in a circular motion while the other explores your body like it’s the first time. Oh, how he missed this. Hearing you’re beautiful sounds, kissing your lips. He missed you, the girl he has loved all those years.

You felt the knot in your stomach threaten to snap “Please, don't stop Freddie, I'm going to cum” Fred smirked, continuing his rough pace getting close himself, his thrust getting more sloppy and his groans louder. “Fuck, cum for me, darling” and so you did. The wave of pleasure crashed over you.

His thrusts get slower as he fills up the condom. He slowly pulls out. You're both panting, holding on to the other. Your eyes meet his but this time it's not lust you see in each other's eyes, it's love. His lips crash onto yours, cupping your cheeks with his hands. “You know, I've loved you for so long, angel”.

You return the kiss, shocked by his confession you pull away “you have? Why didn't you tell me?” worry rushes over him, did he misread this, was it not love in your eyes? But all of those worries went away as he felt your lips connect to his again. “I've loved you for a long time too, Weasley”

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(ao3)

concept: slavers or enemy pirates kidsnap kaz and intend to use him as leverage against inej. of course they took precautions but even then, when kaz isn’t fighting back and just sits there with a small smirk on his face, they’re all convinced dirtyhands is plotting his escape.

in reality though, he is in fact thinking “oooh when my wife gets here you guys are so screwed”

He wakes slowly, with a skin-crawling sense of deja-vu. At first, all he recognises is the rough fibres of ropes around his wrists-ropes and not handcuffs, interesting. As he opens his eyes, orange lamplight floods his vision. He has to blink twice before his vision adjusts fully, and even then he still feels like the room is swaying, a slight bob up and down that leaves him uneasy. Saints, what the hell did they drug him with?

It’s only when his head clears more that he realises that no, it’s not the drug. The room is actually swaying. And he isn’t alone.

Three figures stand before him, each one is clad in a white shirt and roughspun trousers that indicates shipworkers. While the otthers wear shabby looking brown jakcets and waistcoats, the middle one stands proudly in a (hideous) purple frock coat and gold-rimmed hat, tilted at an angle that Kaz suspects is meant to signify a carefree spirit. Really all it shows is that one, he is in charge here and two, he can’t pull off a hat at that angle. 

“Kaz Brekker,” the captain announces. Triumph lights up his face, like a cat that caught a particularly unruly mouse. “You’re not an easy man to find.”

“Perhaps for good reason,” he replies. His throat is tight, his voice heavy from whatever they drugged him with, but he won’t clear his throat. He lifts his head, raises an unimpressed eyebrow. “What business, gentlemen?”

“Don’t talk to us like we’re merchants, Brekker,” the captain says. “This ain’t the Barrel and believe it or not, you ain’t the prize.”

“No?” he asks. “You put a lot of work into grabbing me.”

The grin doesn’t waver, but even the little light can’t hide the annoyance flashing in his eyes. With a slow, deliberate pace he steps towards him, one hand on his belt and his tongue poking out. There’s a very, very strong smell of cheap liquor on him, but Kaz fights remains still. Even when the captain comes beside him and slowly squats and his knee brushes against Kaz’s.

Breathe, he reminds himself. In for eight, out for eight. 

At least Wylan’s advice is finally being useful.

“You’re not the prize,” he says again, dark eyes flashing. He bares his teeth. “You’re the leverage. Rumour has it that one Captain Ghafa is quite enamoured with you.”

“Never heard of her.” His voice is steady, even, smooth as a sheet of steel. Inside is another story, but if the captain sees that they’re both done for. The match-strike he felt when he said Inej’s name is kept well-hidden. 

“No?” he teases. His smile sharpens, and something unsettles inside Kaz. If this fool has touched Inej, he’ll cut off his limbs one by one to use as shark bait. “Then what’s this?”

Clumsily, the man pulls an envelope out of his pocket. He holds it before his eyes and Kaz’s heart contracts. His name, the Crow Club’s address, all written in Inej’s handwriting. Puzzle pieces fall into place now, and he curses.

He’d been expecting a letter from Inej for days now. He’d thought she was busy, or forgot, then began thinking she was hurt. And all that time it was in the hands of this bastard.

Shark bait is too good for him. Kaz will drain his blood and paint his sails with it.

“No idea.”

“My men intercepted this while tracking Ghafa. A messenger left her ship with it at the beginning of this week, after she’d docked in Weddle. It’s quite a sweet letter too.” He runs his finger along the edge. “She signs it ‘your Wraith’. Who knew the Captain had such a soft side?” He raises his eyebrows. “She’s pretty. You’re a lucky man.”

 “More that can be said for you,” Kaz growls. The captain stiffens, but the bravado doesn’t fade.

“Easy lad,” he says. “It’s just business isn’t it? A trade-off. Ghafa comes here, agrees to back off my business, and she gets you back in one piece. Surely the Kerch can understand that .”

“What makes you think she’ll come?” he asks. “From what I understand, Captain Ghafa is incredibly sharp. Sharp enough to not believe the threats of a washed-up sailor long past his glory days.”

The man’s eyes narrow. His fist clenches and Kaz braces himself just before he swings. Pain explodes along his jaw, the contact makes his stomach roll. 

Breathe, he reminds himself. In for eight, out for eight. The canal comes in flashes, but the flashes fade.

“Cocky little bastard,” he mumbles. “You think we didn’t think of that? We tied the note to something a bit personal.” He straightens his back, puffs out his chest. “Your walking stick is quite distinctive.”

Kaz freezes. Around the chair, his muscles tense. Some inner part of him starts to unravel, but he clamps it down, focuses on the task at hand. 

Clearly, this man has a death wish. And Kaz is more than happy to fulfill it.

“Stop your glowering, boy,” he tells him. “You’ll get your cane, and see your girl, once Ghafa agrees to our terms.”

“And when she doesn’t?” Kaz asks. He’s not thrown by the idea of Inej not wanting to trade; her mission is sacred to her and it’s for good reason. “If she refuses to stop? What do you do then?”

The man flinches, no doubt shaken by Kaz’s counter. Men like this are no different from Barrel bosses or Ketterdam merchants; they believe they are untouchable, so they play their cards too early. And now he is scrambling, searching for his next threat.

“Then…” He grabs Kaz’s jaw. His fingers are filthy, the skin is cracked and cold. Kaz swallows the nausea rising within him, forces the black spots at bay. He looks at the ceiling, just present enough to hear his next threat.

“Then I start carving up that pretty face of yours. Then the neck. Then the chest. We’ll see how long her resolve lasts when you have a knife in her throat.”

He lets go and Kaz lets his head fall, just managing to stop himself from gasping. The captain chuckles one last time, low and throaty. Kaz thinks about how he’d like nothing more than to drive his cane right into the man’s eyesockets.

He’s not trying to escape. Which feels odd; indeed, the crew assigned to watch him are puzzled. He could get out of these ropes in seconds, easily overpower the trio of pigeons standing before him. Hell, he’d overpower the captain with absolute delight. But then he would be stuck in the middle of the ocean with next to no way of knowing where he is, how to get back to Ketterdam or how to catch up with Inej. Too many unknown variables to play. So, he will keep his cards close to his chest, stall for time, and believe that Inej is coming for him.

And in the meantime, well, screwing with the shipmates is very entertaining.

On his first full day in captivity, he unties and reties the ropes around his wrists, so many times that the crew quickly run out of knots. A boy suggests they should try chains instead and Kaz doesn’t respond, just grins, slowly, knowingly. They stick with ropes, tied with so many knots his fingers are likely purple.

They station two kids at his door and two on the outside-and they really are kids. The ‘out of our depth’ looks on their faces remind Kaz of Wylan when they raided the Ice Court, though he doubts they have the resilience Wylan does. As they bring him his food, one boy looks nervously to the door and back to Kaz, fingers fidgeting as he sets the plate down. 

“They double-locked this door, right?” he asks.

“I broke someone out of Hellgate,” Kaz says nonchalantly, picking at the food. Unsalted cod. Delicious. “You think I can’t manage one measly door?”

And oh, the look on the boy’s face. It sustains him throughout the night. He simply raises an eyebrow at him and quietly pities the poor child because if he thinks Kaz is bad, he will be royally screwed when Inej comes. 

He is two days into his captivity when boredom begins to descend. It’s sparing, but still makes itself known. He’s been tied to a chair in the exact same position for most of his time here-not counting those moments where the guards are asleep and he slips out of his bonds and takes a walk around the room to stretch himself. And while scaring the crew with just a smile is undoubtedly delightful, it is bound to go stale sooner or later.

Not to mention, boredom means there’s less to distract him from the pain in his leg.

Thankfully, the door opens in the evening and the captain enters, smirk on his face and note held in his fist. 

“You’re in luck, Brekker,” he tells him. “The Wraith has agreed to a meeting. Her ship has been spotted on the horizon.”

“Has it now?” he asks. His voice is cool, his features steady. He will laugh about this in due time.

“She’ll be here in an hour or so,” he goes on. “And once she agrees to our terms, you will be free to go and-”

He is cut off. A loud scream pierces the air, and the captain freezes in place. Kaz allows himself a laugh, leans back as much as his restraints will allow.

The captain turns to him, eyes wide, face pale beneath his beard.

“What did you do, Brekker?”

“Me?” he asks. “I did nothing. I’ve been sat here for over 48 hours.” He shrugs. “However, did you know Inej Ghafa has a number of squallers in her employ? Ex-Grisha indentures who joined her crew since they had no home to go to.”

“I thought you said you didn’t know her.”

Kaz shrugs.

“I hear rumours.” The captain gives him one last, outraged look and then he’s sprinting up to the deck, so quickly that he forgets to close the door in his haste.

And now, Kaz is treated to the soothing, lovely sounds of the absolute carnage Inej and her crew are waging. Right above his head, someone is slammed into the ground, lifted and slammed again, a wet crack denoting some broken bones. Kaz winces. Meanwhile, the silence of his little cabin lets him hear the whooshing of blades, followed by a heavy groan as they find their target. Blows are traded, arrows fly. He even hears someone begging for mercy and above all, a confident and clear voice, barking orders as if she’d been born to do it.

And he can’t help it; there’s a faint glow of pride in his chest. Inej truly has earned her reputation.

Feet pound on the staircase outside. With a start, Kaz begins working on his restraints and Inej appears in the doorway just as the ropes drop. Crimson stains mar her trousers and her tunic, and her hair is coming loose from her braid. Her eyes are bright, chest heaving as she sheaths her knife. He rises to his feet, nods, pushes his hair from his face.

“You just can’t keep out of trouble, can you Kaz?” 

Inej tosses him his cane and he catches it without breaking her stare. The relief is indescribable as he can finally take the weight off his bad leg. Inej comes closer, dark eyes flicking to his chair before moving back to him.

“Did he hurt you?”

“Well, the food was sub-par and undercooked and that chair was dreadfully uncomfortable,” he begins. “But other than that I’m fine.” Inej nods, though the words don’t seem to register. Her gaze roams over him, searching for a hidden bruise or a cut, a tell that he’s hiding something. He doesn’t blame her, of course, hiding pain is arguably what he does best.

“Inej.” Carefully, he takes her chin and tilts it so she meets his eyes. He presses his gloved thumb gently into the indent. “I’m okay.”

She breathes out, nods, smiles.

“All right,” she says. Her hand comes up over his wrist, her fingers on his pulse point and she squeezes it once. They take the small moment together, reveling in each other.

“Playing the damsel in distress suits you, Kaz.”

“Damsel?” he echoes. “I was biding my time.”

“Until I rescued you?” she teases. “You were so sure I would?”

“It was a calculated move.” Kaz offers her his arm and, blushing, she takes it, as if they’re a gentleman and a lady enjoying an afternoon stroll. “Where are we anyway?”

“Close to Shirftport,” she says. They begin ascending the stairs. “We could make a stop there if you want. There’s a really lovely little diner there I keep thinking I should take you to.”

As they appear on the deck, Inej’s hold on him tightens, her free hand solid against his back. He squints against the bright sun, blinding him for a minute after his days in darkness. But then he adjusts, and the sight that greets him is worth it. The deck is stained red, Inej’s crew stand over the crumpled and whimpering forms of the pirates that captured him. The captain is tied to the mast, stripped of his jacket and vest, a particularly formidable-looking girl holding a knife at his throat. 

Inej and Kaz cross the ship together. Inej’s crew bow to her as she does, meanwhile the captain lets out a strained, high-pitched whine around his gag. His crew moan from their places on the floor.

Up close, Kaz sees the pulsing, dark slashes over his chest and across his face. The strokes are so fierce that they remind Kaz of an animal’s claws, only much more precise. 

“Thanks Roisin, I’ll take it from here,” Inej says. She twirls the knife around her fingers, thoughtfully, her tongue poked out to the side of her mouth. “Now what do we do with you?” 

“You could rip out his eyeball,” Kaz suggests.

“Oh but that’s your move.”

“I’d give it to you.”

The Captain whimpers again, louder this time. It sounds like he’s begging. Inej glares at him, the look just  as deadly as her blades, and Kaz laughs. Whether she uses his move or not, he doesn’t mind. The Wraith is deadly enough on her own, more than a match for this sad excuse of a pirate.

“I have missed you, Inej,” he says. Inej squeezes Kaz’s arm, then drives her knife into the man’s neck. 

#kanej fic #six of crows fanfic #six of crows #kanej #kaz brekker #inej ghafa

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|| Reception ||

Pairing: Frank Castle x f! Reader

Rating: E

Tags/warnings: meet cute, fluff, smut, a dog, and be careful - you might fall in love.

A/n: I can't with this man. He has my heart and soul. Dogs 4 Eva.

"Bride or groom?"

The husky voice from over your shoulder at the bar makes you spin around, and you were suddenly face to face with someone you'd only ever seen in the news. Oh how different he appears standing mere feet away from you, and to use a clichéd phrase he did indeed scrub up well.

For starters he was wearing a suit and tie, and an immaculately tailored one at that, mid blue with a waistcoat and everything. His hair was a little less severe than you'd seen it before, maybe a little longer and you noticed it held a slight wave at the top of his head. His eyes were so far from the black pools they seemed on screen or in the mugshots, instead a warm and inviting honey brown gaze met yours. And then that strong boxers nose that had obviously been broken more times than he could count, you couldn't help thinking it was cute.

"Bride," you replied with a smile, still taking in the sheer mass of man and reputation in front of you. "I've known Marci since school."

He nodded, his lips curling a little. "another lawyer then, guess I shouldn't be surprised."

You laugh knowing the two of you are likely the only ones at the reception that aren't in the legal business. "veterinarian actually, we've just kept in touch over the years." You gave him your name. "You with the groom then?"

"Kinda. Friend of a friend. You know Karen, right? I'm Frank." He reaches out his hand to you. "Castle."

"I know, you're somewhat famous round these parts." You smiled, taking his offered hand to shake as he dipped his head slightly in embarrassment. "Hi Frank, it's nice to meet you."

"So uh, you know all about me then."

You shrugged, "only what matters, mostly what Foggy has told Marci has told me."

Frank nodded. "So... the good stuff, huh?"

"Just the truth?" You answer.

"And that don't make you wanna run for the hills?"

You laugh, and Frank decides there and then he wanted to hear more of that sound.

"Well, only if you don't buy me a drink. You were gonna buy me a drink right?"

Frank chuckles, "uh yeah, yeah I was. What can I get you?".

~

"I don't really get out much socially, so this is nice." You tell him, nibbling on the cherry in your cocktail.

He takes a sip of his beer. "Yeah, Karen keeps tellin' me I need to 'extend my social circle', so I guess I'm 'extending', or somethin'."

Your musical laugh hits his ears again and he grins. "So a vet huh?" He asks, raising his brows.

You take a sip of your drink and nod. "yeah, I've got my own practice, and a couple of days a week I work at a charity for people who can't afford to pay for treatment for their pets."

"That's, wow... that's really amazing. I've got a dog, rescue pittie. He's my best buddy."

"Aww no way? What's his name?"

He smiles warmly, "Benji."

~

The party was starting to wind down, Marci and Foggy both wailing drunkenly on the karaoke machine with Matt desperately trying to wean them off it. You both realise you'd been talking for hours.

"Wow, it's so late! Urgh, I kinda hate that I've gotta work later this morning but I guess I should head home and get at least a few hours sleep."

Frank nods. "Yeah, hope you're not sufferin' from all my yakkin."

"No! I've had a really nice time. Actually I uh, better give you my number... in case your dog ever needs me I mean." You felt your face heat up as Frank smiled and fished his phone out his pocket giving it to you to put your number in. You gave it a quick ring so you had his.

"Thanks, maybe we could meet up for coffee or somethin'?" He suggests hopefully.

You nodded, "yeah, that would be great. Gimme a call midweek? Should know when I've got some free time then."

"You got it."

'Goodnight Frank," you call over your shoulder as you make your way towards Marci and Foggy to say goodbye.

"G'night sweetheart."

You grinned to yourself as your stomach flipped at the endearment. You weren't normally one for pet names but there was something about Frank saying it that made it acceptable and you liked it. He wasn't at all what you were expected and that was more than okay.

~

Three days later your phone buzzes on the table, Frank's name showing on the display, which you're a little surprised by at 11.30pm.

"Frank, hi?"

"Hey, I uh, I'm really sorry to call so late but it's my dog, I think he's stood on a broken bottle when we were out, his paw's cut up real bad, I dunno if I got all the glass out, it's bleeding a lot...I didn't know what else to do this time of night, had your number and-"

"Of course! it's ok. If you can loosely wrap his paw with some clean cloth, I'll text you my address, I've got an emergency kit here just come over as soon as possible and I'll take a look."

You get your kit ready and when the doorbell went you buzzed Frank up and waited out on the landing for him and your new patient.

"Shit, you weren't kidding about the bleeding!" you exclaimed, taking in Frank's hands and arms covered in red but no dog to be seen. "Where is he? In the car?" As Frank came up the last of the stairs and under the light you could see his face was cut, his lip bust open and bleeding, and even more blood soaking his jeans.

"Frank what the hell..."

"I need your help..."

You were slightly taken aback by his appearance but your wits returned quickly and you usher him into your apartment before any of your neighbors decided to get nosy. "C'mon, come in and tell me what the hell is going on."

As you follow him inside you see he's limping slightly, the back of his jeans damp with more blood. This was much more the Frank you had expected at the reception. "You look like you need a hospital, what happened?"

"Nah, no hospitals. Too many questions, and that ain't good right now. Can I..?" He gestures at the sink to clean his hands.

"Yeah, sure," you cock your head at him, eyes narrowing. "But I have some questions too -"

Frank nodded. "I got shot."

Your eyes widen. "The fuck-?"

He leans up against the counter. "It ain't as bad as it looks, normally I'd pull the bullet and stitch myself up but...uh, I can't see to reach it. It's in the side of my ass. I could really use your help, please."

You roll your eyes. "I'm a vet Frank, not a human doctor."

"I know, I know. It ain't too much, just need another pair of hands and eyes is all. Maybe some hard liquor..."

"Christ. Okay." You grabbed your kit and got him to follow you into the bathroom. "Alright, um, obviously you'll need to pull your pants down so..."

Frank nodded and unbuckled his belt as you look around anywhere but at him. He huffed as he slid his jeans and boxers down a little way to the tops of his thighs. "You see it?"

You snort taking in the trail of red dripping down from the gunshot wound in his right cheek. "Little hard not to, yeah. Ouch. Okay let's get it cleaned up first. Who the hell shot you in the butt anyway?"

Frank leaned on the sink and winced as you wiped over the bullet wound with disinfectant so you could see what you were doing.

"A gang of assholes who thought they were gonna get away with mugging a girl. They're regrettin' their life choices now but one of em managed to tag me before I got him."

You pick up a pair of forceps. "Okay that's worth an ass-bullet if anything is. Was she alright?"

Frank grunts as you start digging around for the metal. "Yeah. Bit shaken but fine. Took her to the cops and told her to report it."

"Bet she was glad you were in the area. I know I'd sure feel safer."

He catches your eyes for a second and bows his head. You quickly swing your gaze back to what you were doing.

"Okay, I've got a hold of it, gonna pull it out now alright? I'm sorry, I know its gonna hurt."

Frank grit his teeth. "Yeah just do it. Fuck!"

You yank it out and drop it in the wastepaper basket, pushing some gauze firm against the wound.

"Hold this and keep pressure on it." You tell him before disappearing into the kitchen. You return with a 3/4 full bottle of Macallan and pass it to him.

"Thanks." He says after taking a huge swig.

"Right, just a few stitches and we're good."

You quickly sew up the wound, cleaning and securing a dressing over it. Then you checked over his other cuts and bruising which thankfully didn't need much attention aside from a quick clean.

"You can pull your pants back up." You tell him, turning away again as he did.

"So do you even have a dog, Frank?"

"I do. He's fine, he's at home. I'm really sorry I lied to ya, wasn't sure if you'd freak if I laid the whole story on you on the phone."

"Well, I admit it's not the weirdest thing that's ever happened, and at least I got to see your ass."

"Yeah, sorry bout that too..."

You chuckle. "Thought it would be under slightly different circumstances but hey."

Frank's lips quirk. "Only slightly different huh? Well thanks. I mean, shit, I really can't thank you enough."

"If you wanna thank me maybe you can buy me lunch sometime soon?"

"You mean you're not done with me, after all this?"

You shook your head. "I'm a firm believer in second chances, I've helped a lot of waifs and strays over the years "

"S'that you sayin' I'm a dog sweetheart?" The swagger in his tone made your stomach flip.

"Mmm, you're a dog, but you're not in the doghouse." You grinned, starting to wipe down the sink.

Frank chuckled, "well I gotta be grateful you're so understanding. Not many people as forgiving as you out here. I'll get outta your hair... but you sure I can't at least help you clean up?"

"Nah don't worry, just take it easy and rest for the next few days huh? You free Saturday?"

"Uh yeah," he replies, making his way to your door. "How bout I bring Ben along with me?"

"Of course, that would be great!

"Listen, thanks for doin' this and I'm real sorry I lied to you. Won't happen again. Promise."

"I know." You waved him off watching him limp down the stairs. "See ya Saturday Frank."

"Seeya."

You were so busy that Saturday swung around in no time and although you were exhausted you felt on a high as you walked to meet Frank at the dog park. His face lit up when he saw you coming and you very quickly got acquainted with Benji playing with him, throwing the ball as you and Frank talked and joked with all the ease of the night you met. Frank wasn't limping anymore which you were glad about, but he put it down to your 'expert ass surgery' which you folded over with laughter at. He took you to a gorgeous deli and you got your favourite sandwich as well as some pastries and drinks, and sat down under the shade of a huge tree in the nearby park for an impromptu picnic, sharing bits of cheese from your lunch with Ben.

"If he wasn't sure about you before, he definitely likes you now." Frank had said, rubbing Benji's ears affectionately.

You could say the same for you and Frank. You really enjoyed spending time with him.

You were both absolutely stuffed after lunch, Frank sitting up against the trunk of the tree watching you roll around on the grass with Benji. He loved how easy it was to just hang out with you. Even before the whole bullet thing but maybe that had helped somehow. You didn't seem to be afraid of much. He buckled seeing you mimicking Ben scratching his back on the grass and his mind was made up.

"Can I take you to dinner?"

You stopped and sat up, shaking the grass out of your hair at the same time Benji shook it out of his fur.

"You can. But I won't be able to go out until Friday next week, that okay?"

Frank scrunches up his nose like you'd wounded him. "Jeez, almost a week till I can seeya again? I dunno..."

You smirk, "sorry, just really busy this week. You a limited time only deal or something Castle?"

He was quick to dismiss that even though you were joking back at him. "Nah, course not, I just... my dog's just bonded with you so good and, I think he'd miss ya is all "

You saw the tips of his ears redden. Never in a million years would you have thought you'd see Frank Castle blush, and because of you?! But you weren't so cruel as to make something of it so you played along, and truth be told you already couldn't wait to see him again either.

You grin. "Well, I'll miss him too. You can always call me and I'll speak to him? Text me some pup-dates? It'd keep me going through the week for sure."

Frank ruffles Benji's fur, "I'm sure he'd like that." He looks up at you and you return his shy smile, practically melting inside at his softness.

Your first text from Frank pinged on Monday morning just as you got into work. When you opened the message you were greeted with a photo of a very happy looking Benji.

Benji hopes you have a great day at work.

You smiled, replying:

That's very sweet and thoughtful of him, thank you! 😊

On Wednesday afternoon you took a selfie of you with Rowan, a scruffy mixed breed and one if your regular senior dogs who was in for his check-up.

Hope Benji's not the jealous type, been spending a lot of time with this old man today!

The response had you feeling warm.

He's in good hands 😊

On Thursday late morning Frank sent you a photo of a sleeping Benji, presumably on his bed. The only part of Frank visible was his bare arm curled around him.

The bros are getting a lie-in today, you jealous now? 💤 Sorry 🙂

Very! Benji looks so cute and peaceful, but where's the big dawg at?

A few minutes later he replied with another photo. You allowed yourself an inner squeal as this time he had included himself in it, hair looking adorably soft and disheveled by sleep, his half-lidded eyes looking at the camera and even although the covers were pulled up it was obvious he was, at the very least, topless.

You texted back before you could overthink it too much.

Aw he's cute too!

He replied with smile emoji and you returned to work. The muscles in his arms had definitely given you something to think about and you had a bit of a hard time reigning your concentration back in for the rest of the day. Thankfully it wasn't too hectic.

You called him after work to tell him you'd picked a place to eat, a cosy Indian restaurant that Karen had recommended to you, and that he could come to yours to pick you up tomorrow night at seven. Even though you'd hung out casually already, this 'date' was getting you nervously excited.

Frank was feeling same way. You'd said it wasn't anything fancy so he'd thrown on a black shirt with jeans hoping he looked okay. When he buzzed and you came down he was staring at you like you were chocolate cake.

You grin as you greet him. "Hi! Everything okay?"

He swallows and nods, you can see the nerves on his face.

"Yeah, you just... you look real pretty is all, feelin' like I'm lucky."

You dip your head and take his arm. "Thank you, you're not the only one!"

As you walked to the restaurant you had a sudden thought.

"Benji's not gonna be all alone tonight is he?"

"Nah he's with Karen, his favourite dog sitter. She gives him way too many treats." He grumbles with a slight smile.

"Ahh, I was just worried, y'know just in case it's a late night."

Frank raised his brows. "Oh? Well you ain't got nothin' to worry about sweetheart."

The restaurant was gorgeous, full of multicoloured pepper fairy lights draped all around. The food was absolutely delicious and you ordered a couple of different things and had way too much fun feeding them to each other. After polishing off a bottle of house red, you realise you're staring across the table at Frank like he's dessert.

"I uh, guess we should get the bill..."

Those warm brown eyes are looking right back into yours and he's stroking over your hand. "Yeah..."

You try unsuccessfully to pay for both of you but he insists it's on him. It's only right he says, gentlemanly. But he assures you he's totally a feminist and knows you're a strong, independent woman who doesn't need a guy to buy her dinner and you just laugh, falling against him.

"Walk me home?" You ask him when you're standing outside in the slightly chill night. He offers you his arm.

"I was just thinking," you say as you reach your door, "about how I've had such a great time with you the past couple of weeks..."

"Yeah," Frank agreed, "me too."

"And uh," you fiddled with your keyring. "I was thinking that I really like you..."

"Oh yeah? S'funny cos I was thinkin that too."

You stepped in ever so slightly closer and you could almost feel the heat of him.

"You know what else I was thinking?"

Frank cleared his throat, his eyes looking right into your soul. He'd been a gentleman all evening, so considerate and patient with you, not trying to rush anything which you wholly appreciated, but the tension and heat that had been building between you the whole night was becoming too much to bear. You were yearning for him to take control and just take you. There was no doubt that he wanted it too.

"Frank, If you don't kiss me I'm gonna-"

His mouth was on you before you could think of a threat. He was kissing you slow, but god so firm and sure and you felt your toes curling in your shoes as you both stood there entangled in the street outside your apartment building.

When he eventually stopped you were breathless. He gazed at you, his thumb running lightly along your jaw as he still held your face.

"You're gonna what, sweet girl?"

You laughed and he chuckled along with you. "I dunno exactly, I was just hoping you would do it and I wouldn't have to think of a real threat!"

"Was that okay?" He asks.

"Yeah." You breathed out in a sigh. "Come upstairs?"

Frank planted a gentle kiss on your forehead. "If you're sure you want..."

You grabbed his arm and pulled him to the door quickly turning your key in the lock.

"I want."

You barely make it to the top of the stairs, halting on the way up with frantic touches while you explore each other, but now you're kissing him up against your door. His hands are up around your face, curled around your neck, weaving through your hair, but you knew he was letting you take the lead, controlling how far you want this to go, but all you crave and need is for him to touch you, to consume you. You grab his hand, pushing it down to clamp firmly against your ass hoping he'll get the message that you want this, you want him.

He tentatively squeezes and as you moan into his mouth he deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping between your lips and meeting yours messily as you grasp and pull at his chest and shirt trying to get even closer. You fumble with your keys unable to focus as you can't keep your mouths off each other. He eventually takes them from you, hoisting you up by the ass to wrap your legs around his hips as he manages to open the door and carry you inside. He pushes you up against the back of the door as it slammed shut, letting you down slowly as he kisses and nips at your neck with a hunger that feels like it comes from deep in his bones. Your body arches against his as his hands are on you again, skimming down your chest and stomach and pushing the fabric of your dress hard up at the apex of your thighs making you keen.

"Frank, please..." You beg.

"Yeah?" he holds his hand there still, waiting for your consent to keep going, you can feel the heat of it against your core.

"Yeah... Frank, just touch me, please." you breathe shakily against him as he quickly hooks his hand under the hem of your dress, tracing his fingers over the damp fabric of your underwear. He kisses you, at the same time dipping his hand into the front of your panties and finding just how wet you are for him.

"God...damn." He curses, drawing your slick arousal up and over as he starts circling his fingers against your clit. You moan high and desperate, letting your legs spread wider to give him better access as the tension inside you is stretched so thin like an elastic band ready to snap at any moment, so turned on that you know you weren't going to last long. He watches you, drinks you in as he easily works you closer to your climax, your legs shaking as you pant against his neck. You palm the front of his jeans, squeezing the delicious thickness of his cock in your hand drawing a deep groan from him that sets you right on the edge.

"Ohh... oh Frank I'm gonna c-come-"

"Yeah sweetheart, I got you..."

He never takes his eyes off you as he curls his thick fingers into your wet heat, thumb pushing against your clit and you're gone, whimpering and grinding as your cunt pulses around him, rolling waves of pleasure coursing through your entire body. Your mouth hangs open and he catches your bottom lip in his teeth, sucking gently.

"Shit... that was..." you gasp against him.

The way he grins, licking your juices from his fingers as if it was ambrosia when he pulls away, you almost jump him right there. Instead you manage to keep it together enough to guide him to your bedroom, wrenching his shirt off on the way, smoothing your hands over the scars old and new that mark the broad muscled expanse of his bare chest. You tug him along with impatience, unzipping your dress and letting it drop to the floor, flinging anything in your way to one side before pulling him down onto the mattress over you. "Beautiful." He murmurs, taking the view of you in as he cages you beneath him before kissing his way down your neck, his mouth warm and wet across your collarbones and the tops of your breasts. You reach up to run your fingers through his hair, arching off the bed as he makes his way down your body, pulling down the cups of your bra to lick and suck at your nipples. You moan and writhe and then can't help giggling as he trails his tongue down your stomach, swirling around your navel and lower towards the waistband of your panties. He hooks his fingers over the top and pulls them down your legs as you wriggle to try and help him get them off.

"Baby you taste so sweet, I gotta have more..." he rasps, and you nod vigorously, your heart skips a beat at the way he gently presses your thighs apart, reverently kissing his way to your centre as he hikes your knees up and then,

...oh god.

He laps his tongue slow and sure over your clit, swirling and sucking it into a kiss before plunging it inside you. You shudder at the sensitivity, the hot scratch of his stubble on your skin, gasping as the deep groan he lets out vibrates right through you as the taste of you fills his senses. You can't stop your hips from bucking up into his mouth as he works it over you humming with satisfaction. Huge strong arms curl around your thighs, fingers pressing indents into your soft flesh as he holds you firm, taking what he wants and giving you exactly what you need. His nose nudges against your clit over and over and the way you respond with a whimper and the tightening of your thighs around his head is all the encouragement Frank needs to keep going.

"Good girl," He growls out between swirling the tip of his tongue around that little bundle of nerves. His hand slides up your body to massage and squeeze your breasts, "such a good girl..."

His praise pushes you over the edge, your eyes flutter shut, head tilting back, fingers gripping for his shoulders and your back bowing up off the bed as it hits you. You bury your fingers in his hair, the desperation in your pleas as you come undone going straight to Frank's cock.

You moan long and loud, grinding against his mouth, your pussy clenching as you want nothing more than to have him inside you filling you up. "Frank, I want you... I wanna feel you..."

He licks up everything you have to give and no sooner than the aftershocks of your orgasm start to subside, Frank is up off the bed, whipping off his belt and pushing down his pants and boxers. You watch, practically drooling as you get your first look at him naked, rolling on the condom he snatched out of his back pocket and holy hell he's everything you've fantasised during all your lonely nights. He crawls up your body, hand softly trailing up your leg, hip, and caressing over the swell of your breast to finally settle at your neck, lightly stroking as he looks down at you. He's waiting for permission, but you can see it in his eyes and the tautness of his body that he wants you just as badly as you want him. He sucks in a sharp breath as your fingers close lightly around the hard shaft of his cock, sliding the tip of him through your arousal. You guide him inside you, eyes never leaving his, lips parted and quivering with the breath you exhale as he stretches you blissfully open. When he's fully sheathed deep within you wrap your legs around him, immediately addicted to the sound he makes and the sheer haze of sensation that burns through you as he starts to move. The urgency has faded now that you've reached this point - this slow dance where the rest of the world fades into the background and it's just the two of you. He noses your cheek and you smile, sharing a little huff of breath as he reflects it back at you. As you close your eyes lost in the sensation of each long drag of his cock he catches your lips in his. You can taste yourself on his tongue and it makes the heat within you burn even brighter and hotter.

He coaxes a soft sigh from you as he takes his time, his hips moving back and forth slow and steady. You're torn between chasing the inevitable fireworks and wanting this feeling to last forever. Your hands flow over the shifting muscles of his back and furrow in his hair as his lips trail up the side of your neck and under your jaw. His hand grips your thigh firmly pushing it up higher and you gasp as his thrusts hit even deeper.

"So good sweetheart, so fuckin' good.."

You can only moan your agreement, pulling his lips to yours again and holding him tightly as he's pushing you closer to your edge yet again.

You pull at his arm urging him to roll you both over and he does, taking in how gorgeous you look, how fucking lucky he is as you start moving your hips and riding him. You're looking at him too, with such passion. This supposed fearsome beast of a man you had under you, now looking up at you so adoringly. Wanting you. Needing you.

"God..." He groans, seeing you rise and fall on his cock like that. "what did I do to deserve you?"

You smile against his lips. "You talked to me," you replied, kissing the corner of mouth while you rock your hips, his hands settling there and stroking your skin. "and you like animals.... mm, and you make me laugh,"

"I do." Frank nods, his hands sliding up you back and pressing you closer.

"And oh, you make me feel good."

Frank catches your lips in his, kissing you deeply. "Issat right?"

You hum, nodding slow as you luxuriate in the delicious drag of his cock. When you reach your fingertips down to your clit his entire body jolts with a grunt.

"Yeah, Frank, feels real good..."

Breath and moans mingle and rise, both of you quickly nearing the peak of your pleasure. You feel the rumble of his groan right through you as you rake your nails over his back.

He meets your movements with his hips and your eyes flutter shut as he caresses your breasts. He can't stop staring, the way your eyelashes kiss against your skin, the soft undulation of your body over his, the perfect 'o' your mouth forms as you start to orgasm...

Then your eyes snap open and you're gazing back at him, basking in the unguarded expression of utter bliss blanketing his features. He's split wide open for you, nothing hidden, not since the bullet. He wants to give you everything but you think you'll be happy with just him.

You shower kisses all over his face as he pulses inside you, grasping and holding onto each other until you can't move anymore.

Afterwards, he cuddles you up in his arms under the covers, kissing you so soft and sweet on the forehead. "Think you'd wanna keep digging bullets outta me darlin'?

"You bump his nose with yours. "Think I just might Castle, as long as you don't mind me stealin' your dog?"

He smiles. "Well I don't think he'd mind one bit."

"Okay," you say, curling your pinky finger around his, "it's a deal."

Frank tags @sweetieswiftie @pedrito-friskito @saintmurd0ck @freshabogados @mindidjarin @peterman-spideyparker @castlesnchurches @mattmurdockspainkink @father4giveme @honeyedheartss @nice-work-bonedaddy @tea-and-wine @hellskitchenswhore @phoebe-danvers @grippingbeskar

#frank castle fluff #frank castle smut #Frank castle meetcute #the punisher fluff #the punisher smut #frank castle fic #punisher fic #frank castle x reader #frank castle x you #frank castle x female reader

[miasmaghoul]

ghouls in suits. ghuits. swissdew dry humping. go crazy go stupid aaa

kfndjhb HAS ANYONE DRAWN GHOULS IN SUITS YET BECAUSE THAT'S IMMEDIATELY AT THE TOP OF MY HIERARCHY OF NEEDS JUST SAYIN

Ahem

Enjoy Dew being as weak for ghouls in suits as I would be.

somehow this became puppy play someone euthanize me i beg

Sometimes, Dewdrop wishes he was less obvious.

That he didn't wear his heart on his sleeve. Didn't display his emotions with such easily read expressions. That he could keep his jaw from dropping at the slightest shock, or his eyes from going so wide they threaten to pop out of his head entirely.

Maybe if he were less obvious, he wouldn't be so thoroughly out of his mind right now. He shifts on his knees with a quiet whimper, sore from so long spent on the hardwood floor. Dew leans into the long leg at his side, cool fabric a relief against his overwarm skin.

"How's he doing?"

The voice is familiar, deep and warm. Aether, his fuzzy mind provides. Dew stares at the other ghoul's shoes, shiny leather loafers just barely kissed by the tailored hems of his pants. The way they reflect the light is entrancing. He wants to lick them. Callused fingers come to rub behind his ear, and Dew feels himself sink deeper.

"Oh, he's being a very good boy," comes Rain's casual lilt, paired with a tug of the leash in his hand. "Don't worry about him."

Dew makes the tiniest sound of surprise as he's pulled off balance, forced to grip Rain's suit pants to steady himself. The chunky leather collar Mountain had chosen sits just tight enough to make swallowing hard, which is a real pain for how much Dew is drooling. The others are speaking like he isn't even there, neither ghoul deigning to so much as look at the pathetic little thing at their feet. Dewdrop slips further.

Maybe if it had just been Aether and Rain in those fancy black suits - the ones with the stunning monochromatic pinstripes and deliciously sharp lapels, the ache between his legs reminds him - maybe he could've gotten away with his blush. Could've snuck away with one hand over his crotch and the other covering his mouth, running to the nearest storage closet to jerk himself stupid.

But then Mountain had come around the corner.

And Swiss.

And fucking Sunshine.

All in matching, perfectly fitted black three-piece suits with shiny silver buttons, black silk shirts and ties tucked into their waistcoats. Time had frozen the moment he'd stared into the common room. As he'd devoured them with his eyes, taking in every pair of broad shoulders, every cinched waist, every flashy cufflink, he'd spelled his own doom. He'd started to drool, legs collapsing as they turned to jelly and every drop of blood in his body shot south. Dew had started thrusting into the air unconsciously as he knelt in the doorway, and they had descended on him.

"Such a cute little puppy," Sunshine had said, teasing baby-talk, and oh had Dew's reaction been visceral.

So here he is, knelt at Rain's feet for the moment, collared and leashed and harder that he can ever remember being. Needy and sore and completely ignored. The others mill about, an occasional hand winding through his hair, but otherwise they say nothing to him. Don't pay him any mind. He'd tried crawling around in search of attention, back when he could still think, but Swiss had been quick to swat him on the ass and scruff him until he went limp.

He's been a good boy since then.

There have been people in and out of the common room throughout the day, but if they'd noticed him he hadn't been present enough to realize it. The other ghoulettes and Copia have all made appearances, asking whoever happened to be holding his leash at the time if they could say hello. Cirrus had kissed his forehead and ruffled his hair. Cumulus had asked for a kiss and Aether had made him lick her cheek.

Copia had asked to give him belly rubs. Mountain had let him, and that had been the thing to finally break him.

Dewdrop is pulled from his muddy thoughts with another sharp pull of his leash - Swiss, this time - and he crawls after him on stiff knees. Swiss's strides are long and Dew has to scramble to keep up, whimpering as his hand slips on the wood and he's forced to pause, the collar tightening.

"Come," Swiss commands, and any part of Dew's mind set on resisting his treatment crumbles to dust. He stares up at Swiss, the multighoul's gaze cool and almost...annoyed. Dew's cock kicks and leaks, weeping onto the floor. Swiss rolls his eyes and tugs again. "You'll be cleaning that up later."

"Aww, did the puppy make a mess?" Sunshine sing-songs from Mountain's lap, fiddling with one of his buttons. "Don't get too mad at him, he doesn't know any better!"

Dew feels like he's outside of himself as he listens to Swiss scoff, listens to him sit heavily in a plush armchair. His shoes are shiny too, just like Aether's. Dew can't make his neck move, stuck staring at the floor. At Swiss's feet. At his leg.

His hips start rocking again and they all laugh. Dew doesn't even have the brainpower left to be ashamed.

"You wanna hump my leg, don't you?" Swiss chucks him under the chin and Dew lets out a startled sound, looking up with glassy eyes. The multighoul reaches out and runs his thumb through the trail of drool slipping from Dew's mouth, dripping down his chin. "Dirty little fucker."

Dew lets out a pained yelp as Swiss yanks on the collar again, collapsing against the other ghoul's leg. He groans at the feel of luxurious fabric beneath his fingertips, rubbing his cheek against Swiss's thigh. They all laugh at him again and Dew is so far past caring it doesn't even faze him when Swiss fixes him with a predatory grin.

"Bark for me while you do, then."

Dew curls around Swiss's leg and starts to grind.

"W-woof." Swiss's smile goes soft and Dew presses closer. "Woof, woof." It's loud enough for all of them to hear, and distantly he recognizes the sound of belt buckles opening.

"Good boy," Swiss croons, "such a good dog."

Dew's tears are hot. He hopes they never stop.

#miasma's work #the band ghost ficlet #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #aether ghoul #rain ghoul #sunshine ghoulette #what the fuck lmfao

[slvthrs]

STARBOY | dreamwastaken

— MINORS PLEASE FUCK OFF FOR UR OWN GOOD —

your dealer is the only constant in your life but that doesn’t mean he’s the best

DRUG DEALER!DREAM X FEM!READER

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI, use of drugs, degradation n praise kink, pet names, use of dreams real name, unprotected sex (use birth control idiots), car sex, choking, smidge of anxiety, bit of grinding

word count: 2.6k

authors note: this is inspired by the weeknd song ‘starboy’

The sound of me and my friends rushing around inside my friends house is deafening, Max  and Chloe are clearly drunk from pre-game drinking and lip-syncing Weeknd songs with the majority of the lyrics coming out as slurring. Ellie and Ross are in a corner trying to smoke without someone interrupting them whilst Bowie is making out with some random guy he found on the bus who clearly is on some sorta substance. 

We are supposed to be ready to go to a party at my friend Venus’ house but at this pace the only one ready is Alex who is always ready an hour before we go anywhere. I’ve finished my makeup already but I’m currently deciding between 2 outfits- a black leather skirt and a waistcoat top that shows too much cleavage to be modest (but modesty is never my goal) or denim flare pants and a cropped corset top. In the end I end up wearing the skirt but with ripped panty hose and the cropped corset top along with my favorite pair of chunky black boots and a considerable amount of silver jewelry to match with my earrings.

When I’m done changing I fluff up my hair and smudge up my eye makeup a little and put on my black mask to walk out of my room to hear Chloe wolf whistle at me who's clearly drunk out of her mind. We quickly grab our phones and ID’s and head out to find a cab. 

As my friends wail for a cab I’m busy texting my dealer- the same dealer I’ve had for years and the only one person who's never abandoned me.

clayyyy

Don’t call me that

srop being such a bitch

*stop

r u coming to venmuss house party 

Yeah I’ll be where I always am, come find me okay?

yeah yeah see u in a b it loseer

I smile and put my phone in my corset and step into the cab my friends found. We give the driver the location of the house and I put my headphones in and shuffle to some Tupac hoping that the drive will be quicker. 

We get out of the car and I immediately pull out my joint and a lighter and light the joint. We walk into the house to be met with booming music and my friends being pulled away from me as I instinctually walk to the back of the house and into a small room that only a few people know where it’s located- including Clay.

I walk in and find Clay sitting on a couch, manspreading, with his phone in one hand and bottle of beer in another and I find myself sitting right next to him waiting for him to acknowledge me.

“Hi princess,” He says while putting his phone back in his pocket and bringing the bottle to his lip and taking a swig. I wait and watch the way his arms flex and his Adam apple bob as he swallows the drink.

I flop my head to the side letting it rest on the back of the couch and let myself take in his outfit. It's a black Gorillaz shirt with black boyfriend jeans and some shoes that I can’t really tell in the dark, but my eyes drop to the rings on his fingers- a skull one, a cross (ironic) and a heart on with an eye in it, all silver. I locate the final piece of his outfit: a simple silver chain. 

He notices me staring, “You gonna say hi or keep checking me out sweetheart?” He raises his eyebrow and meets my gaze- fuck i’m not slick when I’m high.

“God you're so cocky- I was not checking you out Clay” I retorted trying to look as truthful as possible.

He pulls the joint from my hand and rolls over so his back is on the couch rather than his side and he takes a puff while throwing his hands that are closest to me behind my back, “I’m not cocky I just know when someones checking me out- and don’t call me Clay”

“Okay Dream”, I try to say in the most condescending tone I can muster, “Dream is such a dumb name just go by Clay it’s cooler than Dream”

He chuckles, “It’s not meant to be cool I just don’t want random druggies to know my real name” he scrunches his nose- it’s kinda cute.

“But like why did you even pick Dream it’s fucking stupid and it reminds me of dumb fraternity guys” I pout

He moves his face so it's right in front of mine and his hot air is fanning over my face, “It’s cause I’m everyone’s dream guy” He says flashing his canines

I push against his chest, “That’s so fucking corny oh my lord, your such a loser” I say while his lips remain inches from mine

He cocks his eyebrow, “Yeah, I’m such a loser”, he stretches, “Wait, why are you here did you want something” 

“Oh uh yeah like coke or something” I ask, I don’t know why but asking for drugs is kinda embarrassing.

“Yeah sure come with me” He says pulling my hands from our little room oasis to were the actual party is and I can hear Starboy playing so instead of following Clay I pull him to the dance floor.

“What the fuck, what are we-” I cut him off by throwing my hands over his shoulder

“Shut up Clay, just listen to the song, it’s basically your life verbatim” I sway us to the beat of the song while he listens intently. 

“Huh it kinda is like my life- you were right” His hands end up on my waist as he sways us around the dance floor and adds a spin here and there.

We nearly forget what we need to do when Clay snaps me out of my trance, “Wait we have stuff to do” and he pulls me outside to his car.

It's some sort of black 4 seater. It looks expensive but then again I don’t know shit about cars, it has a red interior- his dealer job definitely pays off it looks like a car those sugar daddies drive.

We end up sitting in the back with our knees touching, and Clay is rummaging through a black duffle bag and comes out with a tiny bag of white powder.

I lean over and grab the bag and plant a kiss on his cheek ignoring the way it almost immediately gets dusted in a layer of pink. 

“Clay have I told you how much I love you”, I express while rummaging through my corset to find money, before he places his hand on mine and stops mine from moving.

“It’s on the house as long as you do a line with me” He says with a smirk.

I scoff and pull out the middle cup holder and grab my ID and open the tiny bag to make sure I don’t tear it and pour 2 lines and fix them with my ID and finger.

He snorts the first line closing one of his nostrils and dragging his nose along the line and inhaling. When he's done he makes a sound of exasperation and leans his head on the car seat. I copy his actions by snorting the line and leaning my head on the car seat, I close my eyes and just sit in silence for a bit- a comfortable silence letting the buzz of the coke settle in my head giving me a burst of adrenaline.

When I open my eyes I’m met with Clay checking me out, he does it alot but this time it’s a lot less subtle. His eyes dragged over my skin and stopped at my face. 

I close the divider between us and shuffle into his personal space, “Hey big man whatcha lookin at?”

“Your really pretty”, He says it a lot but I don’t know why he never says it sober, “I know idiot, you say it a lot” and his face leans closer to mine

I bite the inside of my cheek, he’s so close to kissing me but I’m so conflicted. If I kiss him, what if he hates it, what if I ruin our friendship, what if? But my stronger, reckless, impulsive side wins and I lean into kissing his lips with a haste peck.

And he doesn’t do anything.

Why isn’t he doing anything?

What's wrong?

Did I read the situation wrong?

Oh no I fucked up?

What if-

All my thoughts come to a halt when his hand lands under my chin grabbing it and pulling me to kiss him. I lean further into the kiss when he grabs my legs and throws them over his so I’m straddling his lap now. We keep making out as I grind onto his lap, but when I make a particular motion he throws his head back with a low groan.

This gives me the perfect moment to latch onto his neck and start sucking hickies while his hands flip up my skirt and start grabbing my ass. 

“Oh fuck baby that feels so good keep going” I keep sucking and roll my hips on his lap

With one last hickey I pull back and try to catch my breath, panting in heavy breaths. 

His hands return to waistband of my skirt and they start toying with the edge whilst he moves his head right next to my ear, “You sure you want this, tell me when to stop”

I just nod and he flips me onto the car seat while pulling my skirt down and he pulls his pants down so he’s just left in his boxer- thank the lord his windows are tinted.

“Wait Clay one sec” I sit up and I undo my corset letting it fall off me along with my phone, airpods, joint and lighter which were held in my corset. 

“Jesus how do you not end up so uncomfortable when having your entire purse in your shirt?”, He chuckles while I just laugh and shake my head

I pull him in for a kiss while pawing at his shirt, “Mmph Clayyy take your shirt off” I pout

“You're so bossy” He rolls his eyes but pulls his shirt off so I can move my hand across his chest and let it run along his toned body.

His head dips down to my tits and he starts leaving love bites all over them whilst I play with his hair but I’m getting really impatient

“C-clay” I whisper, 

“Yeah doll” He replies

“Erm can, I, you can be rough if you want” And as I finish that sentence it’s like a spark ignites in him

He takes his cock out of his boxers and he pumps it up a bit and lines it up with my whole,“Oh can I now” and as soon as he finishes his taunt he slams his cock into me and sets an unrelenting pace.

Every thrust hits my deepest spots and makes my entire body loosen up. He hovers over me and presses chaste kisses all along my body and he focuses on my collarbones and shoulders biting and licking them, it's bound to leave marks for days.

His fingers finally find my clit and a pool of heat starts to form in my belly, his hands move in synchronicity with his dick, they go in circles and they press on my clit causing me to moan loud enough for people outside to hear me.

And that’s when I remember that we’re outside and if anyone walked past the car they would hear me moaning and the car shaking. 

I quickly use my hand to cover my mouth to prevent me from any form of embarrassment. But I’m quickly met with a sound of disapproval from Clay.

“Nuh-uh I want everyone to hear how much of a whore you are for me, my little slut” That almost sends me over the edge, the words turning me into putty, smooth enough for him to mold however he wants me. I’ve given up full control of my body at this point, his pinning my hands above my head and I’m not going to do anything to stop him.

He keeps rucking into me, while one of his hands is pinning my hands, the other one is leaving feather touches all along my body making me feel like I’m on fire- I really hope he doesn’t notice I’m burning up.

As he keeps pounding into me I arch into him trying to chase my own release. I’m starting to squeeze around him more and I know he can tell because he’s let go of my hands and places both of them on my hips putting enough pressure on there so we both know it's going to leave bruises.

The mixture of pure ecstasy of sex and the high of cocaine sends a rush od addrenaline into me. I’ve had sex high before but never with Clay and never with someone as good as Clay.

One of his hands leaves my hip and ends up next to my head caging me in. I’ve always loved his hands, they’re bigger than mine and when they flex over his steering wheel and how they almost cover my entire face,

I wonder what it's like to have them on my neck…

I want them on my neck

I need them on my neck

So I tilt my head back and bat my eyelashes up at him hoping he’ll figure out what I want, but luck is never in my favor and he doesn’t realize what I want, so I grab his hand and place it on my neck looking back up at him,

“Are you sure baby?” He whispers

“Please” I try to come off as reassuring but it just comes out breathy

That’s all the reassuring he needs and he quickly squeezes my throat. It feels so fucking good, I roll my eyes to the back of my head and arch into his chest, I don’t see stars all I see is him hovering over me with a dumb smile and I think that if I were to die right now I wouldn’t be opposed to it.

After what seems like an eternity of no air he lets go and oxygen floods into my body as I tip my head back.

I can see him chuckling, “You're such a slut oh my lord”, while he keeps thrusting into me.

I don’t know why but he picks up my legs and throws them over my shoulder so when he thrusts into me he’s hitting deeper into me and he hit the back of my cervix

I stumble out a collection of swears and moans and I’m so close to reaching my peak and Clay knows it it because he’s picking up his pace and circling my clit like his life depends on it,

“C’mon doll cum for me scream out my name” and that’s what tips me over the edge my entire body comes undone and I cum screaming out his name for everyone in the parking lot to hear letting my head rest.

He come not far after with a few more thrusts, he doesn’t slip out we both the lay there on-top of each other just letting the moment sink in

His weight is on top of me while I brush through his hair, I relax a bit if I were to spend my whole life with Clay, would that be so bad?

#dreamwastaken smut #dream smut #dream x reader #dream x reader smut #dwt x reader #dwt smut #dsmp smut #mcyt smut #bella's full works #bella fawns over dwt #bella's stoner!dream

[blueraineshadows]

Brothers Part 13

Garreth Weasley 🔺️ F!MC 🔺️Oscar Weasley

A love rivalry between two brothers. Oscar is an OC created by @eternalremorse and used with her permission.

Chapter Master List and Ao3

NSFW 🔞 smut

Chapter Thirteen - Chasing Happiness

They entered the empty dormitory with their hands clasped, MC’s gaze sweeping over the circular room with the four poster beds, immediately guessing which one belonged to Garreth before he had even tugged her over towards it. The bed was made. However, the haphazard piles of clothes and school books scattered on the floor and cabinet beside it made her smirk. There were opened Honeydukes boxes littering the space, a few birthday cards propped up, some toppled over already in the chaos that was Garreth's corner of the dormitory.

Garreth was hurriedly kicking stuff under the bed, grabbing some things off the cabinet and stuffing them into the drawer before turning to her, cheeks tinged with pink.

“It isn’t always this messy,” he grinned, reaching for her hands again. “If I had known I would be entertaining a young lady this evening I would have tidied up a bit.”

She leaned in close, touching her nose to his with a smile. “I’m not here to see how tidy you are.”

His eyebrows lifted in interest, arms slipping around her waist. “What are you here for, then? Do tell.”

“Oh, I’m only here for the freckles,” she said, tracing a finger across his cheek in a pattern, a smile playing on her lips.

“Ah, of course,” he smirked, catching her hand and pressing his lips to her finger tips, one by one. “Now, would these be the freckles on my face, or the ones on my hands?”

MC giggled, watching as his lips softly touched each of her fingertips, the tingles spreading up her arm to swirl within her. Her eyes burned with hunger as she stared at his mouth, the freckles dusted around it daring to encroach on the soft pink of his top lip.

“I quite like this one,” she murmured, before pressing her mouth against his, capturing those pretty lip freckles in a kiss. She heard his soft gasp, her eyes remaining on his as she pressed another kiss to the corner of his lips. “And this one.”

“Are you going to kiss them all?” He gave her a teasing look and she smiled, nodding her head before pressing another kiss nearer his jaw.

“In that case, maybe we should get more comfortable. This could take a while.” He glanced down at the bed, a slight blush staining his cheeks.

“Well, I can stay, if you like,” she said, her fingers toying with his waistcoat. Her breath felt shaky as she looked at him. “All night, if you want me to. That should give me plenty of time.”

It felt like her heart was going to pound itself through and out of her chest. Not once had she considered sharing a bed with Oscar, not even that night she allowed him to remove her blouse.

There had been a few times during her days in the orphanage when she had slept in a shared bed with other girls, but that wasn’t often, and it was to fight against the loneliness that came from being without a family.

There had even been a few times she had slept in Sebastian’s bed at the Feldcroft house last summer, when the nightmares had clung to her thoughts and he had held her through it, but this was different. This was Garreth, and the thought of spending all night in his bed with him made her a little breathless.

“Oh, I want you to,” he whispered, holding her closer. He pressed his forehead against hers, his hands smoothing up and down her back and making her spine tingle pleasantly. “I’ll get you one of my pyjama tops to wear.”

Whilst Garreth turned his back respectfully, MC slipped her blouse from her shoulders and draped it over the back of his chair, her eyes on him as her pulse fluttered. Her fingers trembled as she tugged her chemise free, her skin erupting in goosebumps as the cool air hit her bare flesh. The pyjama shirt was soft cotton, the sleeves too long and the length leaving it hanging just past her bottom. It smelled like Garreth and she wrapped it around herself, fastening the buttons before bending to remove her trousers with a shaky breath.

As she undressed, Garreth removed his waistcoat and boots, careful not to peek at her. His gentlemanly manners warmed her heart, knowing he probably wanted to look and yet he had restraint enough to give her some privacy. It only made her want him more.

With her clothes neat on his chair, she padded barefoot across to him, wrapping her arms about his waist and pressing her cheek to the warmth of his back. There was a vulnerability to only wearing a sleepshirt and knickers, her legs bare and her skin tingling at the thought of being this way under the covers with him. His hands covered hers as she pressed them to his stomach, his fingers trailing lightly over hers in a comforting touch.

“Are you alright?” The deep timber of his voice sounded against her cheek through his back and she smiled, nuzzling her face against the fabric of his shirt.

“I will be once I am warm and snug under your blankets,” she said, dragging her hands to his sides and gripping the fabric of his shirt. Tugging it upwards, she pulled it free from the waistband of his trousers and slid her hands beneath it. Her palms ghosted tentatively over his stomach, his muscles twitching under her touch. Her fingertips grazed through a smattering of hair near his waistband, his skin soft and warm to the touch as she sought higher towards his ribs.

His swift intake of breath was combined with a high pitched sound and she huffed a breathless laugh against his back. “Fuck, your hands are cold,” he squeaked.

“Oh, well in that case…” She pulled her hands out from under his shirt, stepping back away from him with a playful smirk.

He spun immediately, reaching for her, shaking his head. “Don’t you dare stop,” he said, his eyes flaring with dark fire as he took in her form, dressed in just his pyjama top. He slowed, his eyes roaming deliberately over her from head to bare feet, and she squirmed under such close scrutiny, her thighs squeezing together at the heat in that gaze.

He shook his head as if in disbelief, his voice hushed. “This can’t be real. I must be dreaming.”

As he held her closer, MC pressed a kiss to his lips. “It's real,” she assured him.

“Shall we get under the blankets?” He smiled.

She could see nerves in the way he bit his lip, the way his gaze flickered over her. Smiling softly, she nodded, and felt warmth flush over her as he turned down the blanket, and assisted her into his bed. He tucked it over her legs and she frowned.

“Are you not getting in?”

He smiled and tugged at his shirt before beginning to unfasten the buttons. “I'm a little overdressed,” he smirked. “Just keeping you warm whilst I catch up.”

MC watched, her eyes following his movements as he unbuttoned his shirt, leaving it open to reveal a teasing glimpse of freckled skin and red hair dusting his stomach. His eyes remained locked with hers as he unfastened his trousers and removed them. Leaving his undershorts on, he finally slipped the burgundy shirt from his shoulders and lifted the corner of the blanket.

“Budge up, my lovely,” he said, rubbing his chest. “It's a bit chilly out here.”

He was so soft and adorable, and yet the lines of his exposed body made fire sing in her blood. It was rather overwhelming how desperately she wanted him to be closer. Reaching up, she wrapped her hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down onto the bed and on top of her.

“Come here,” she urged. “I'll warm you up.”

There were a few moments of giggling and grunts as they shuffled to get comfortable in the slim dormitory bed, adjusting the blankets over their tangled limbs. Garreth was deliciously warm, the coarse hair on his legs tickling against hers, and as she smoothed her hands over his skin she felt him shiver.

“Is this okay?” She asked, pausing before sliding her hands up his back.

“Yes, it's fine,” he said, a blush creeping over his cheeks as he adjusted his head on the pillow. “I apologise if I have any spots on my back, though.”

She met his gaze, looking into beautiful green eyes and deliberately smoothing her hand upwards over soft, warm skin. There were a few bumps under her finger tips, but she didn't care about those. All teens were troubled with spots, herself included. They would fade, and held no sway over him and who he was, especially to her. She snuggled up against him.

“You're beautiful, Garreth,” she said softly, trailing her hand over his freckled shoulder, tracing the jut of his bones and the curve of lean muscle. “Right down to the very last freckle.”

His hand lingered at her hip, his thumb barely grazing at the sensitive skin just above the waistband of lace. The pyjama shirt had become rumpled, sliding up to her waist, but she didn't attempt to pull it down. Neither did it scare her how close his hand was to skin normally hidden from view. If anything, it stirred a heated thrill and she realised she wanted more.

Kissing his bottom lip, she teased him with soft touches and delicate swipes of tongue. Instinctively, their bodies closed the gap and her leg slid over his, his hand urging her hips against him. She felt the hardness of his arousal press temptingly against her softness and she rubbed against it, drawing a soft sound from his throat.

Whispering her name, he turned them both, pressing her into the mattress as he deepened their kiss, slotting between her legs with aching accuracy that had her lifting her pelvis to meet him.

With every soft gasp of breath and sensual roll of hips, MC felt herself slipping further into the feel of him, losing herself to the fire that consumed and surrounded them. She craved every touch and taste, her hands daring to drift past his waist, sliding to caress the curve of his bum through his undershorts. Soft and yet firm, she gave it a squeeze and he pressed himself against her heat with a groan, grinding with deliberate slowness.

“You have no idea how much I have wanted this,” he murmured into her neck, lips kissing and nipping at her skin. “You feel so good.”

MC moaned at the nudge of him against her sensitive folds, she felt the wet heat that had gathered, her cheeks flushing slightly realising he must be able to feel that through the cotton and lace of her underwear.

Thoughts turned to the steamy stories that played out within the novels that Poppy gave her, men using their fingers to touch and pleasure a woman, and MC guided Garreth’s hand towards her throbbing core.

What would it feel like to be touched there? The memory of her naughty dream about him sharpened the ache between her thighs, leaving her breathless with anticipation and nerves that he might actually touch her there.

Garreth looked down at their hands, his fingertips grazing along the edging lace of her underwear. “Are you sure about this, MC?”

Garreth had broken through the barrier that she usually held securely around her heart, he had found a way in and now when her blood pumped through her veins it came alive with a fire that burned for him alone.

It wasn’t just the attraction, like the way Oscar had made her feel, it was more than that. Being this close to Garreth, and feeling his skin against hers, it felt stronger, the need to be close to him sinking deeper than her very bones. It was soul deep.

“I'm sure,” she nodded. “I want you to touch me.”

He visibly swallowed, nodding slightly himself as he stared down between their bodies. She realised his fingers were trembling slightly and smoothed her thumb over his wrist. He gave her a nervous smile.

“I've never…you know… I'm not like Oscar. I'm not sure if I will be any good,” he said, hanging his head. His red curls drooped over his forehead, his face flushed pink as he rolled his lower lip thoughtfully. “I don't want to disappoint you.”

“Garreth, you could never disappoint me,” she said, cupping his face, her heart squeezing. She tilted his head so she could see him, smoothing back his wild curls and staring at him with earnest eyes. “It's okay. We don't have to do anything, especially if you don't feel comfortable. If it makes a difference, I've never done this before either, so we would be learning together.”

His brows drew together slightly. “You haven't? But… I walked in on you and Oscar…”

MC squeezed her eyes shut as she remembered the embarrassing moment of being caught without a blouse, Oscar touching her. She took a shaky breath and opened her eyes again, looking at Garreth with pink cheeks.

“That was the one and only time we went that far,” she admitted, cringing slightly at talking about Oscar whilst in bed with Garreth. “I couldn't believe it was you, of all people, that walked in on us. I think the reason I panicked was because I was so confused about my feelings for you.”

His eyes widened. “You had feelings for me then?”

She nodded, biting her lip as shame flooded her face. “You must think I am awful.”

“No,” he shook his head, his fingers sliding slowly up over her waist under the shirt. “I just can't believe my brother never got you into his bed. I thought no girl could resist his charm. It used to drive me crazy thinking about you being with him.”

“You were jealous?” She whispered, her voice catching slightly as his caress danced over her bare ribs. She arched her back slightly, anticipation making her breasts tingle as the shirt rode up even higher at the push of his hand.

He nodded, finger tips grazing at the soft skin under her breasts. “Very much so. His hands were on you, and I wanted it to be my hands. After that night I caught you both, I couldn’t get the image of you out of my head. I wanted my mouth… here…”

His thumb flicked over her nipple and she gasped, his eyes darkening as he cupped her soft curves in his palm. Quickly, with fumbling fingers, she pulled at the shirt buttons, freeing them until the soft fabric gaped open to reveal her breasts to him. She held her breath, shy and nervous because of the faint silver scars that still lingered after the poacher attack that had put her in the hospital wing.

She watched as his eyes roamed over her, his copper eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as he took in every inch of exposed skin. His other hand sought out her other breast and he groaned as he gently moulded them, his thumb seeking out her stiffening peaks with teasing strokes.

“So gorgeous,” he moaned, burying his face against her, his lips pressing kisses over her soft flesh until he found a nipple. He swirled his tongue over it, stealing her breath away, before sucking deeply with a satisfied moan.

How could he ever think that he would disappoint her? His kisses were fire, her body arching greedily for his mouth and hands, her own touch smoothing over his shoulders and arms, fingers seeking out the soft locks of his hair and massaging against his scalp.

When his mouth clamped greedily onto the soft flesh of a breast, drawing her skin into a sharp suck, she moaned, gripping his hair as he marked her. Not once, not twice, but several times. A pattern of red blooms over her pale skin. He paused, looking down to admire his work, a satisfied smile curving his damp lips as his eyes blazed with something dark and glittering.

“Mine,” he said, his voice low and husky, an edge to it that bordered on possessiveness.

MC felt heat pierce through her, a wave of fire that rolled out from her core and made her want to squeeze her thighs together. That look in his eyes did something very hot and dangerous to her insides. Underneath his gorgeous softness was a man with hidden fire, and she wanted to burn in those flames.

She actually shook with the need, her heart thudding so fast she almost felt dizzy with it. She pushed herself up to shrug out of the shirt, shoving it to one side as she lay back beneath him, breathing hard and fast.

Reaching for him, her hands cupping his neck, she pulled him close for another deep kiss. His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts and hips, sliding round to squeeze her rear whilst his hips rolled against her. Her soft moans were captured by his kisses, her body surrendering to him with aching fire.

Whilst caught up in the whirlwind of desire, there was still the flutter of nerves tickling at her tummy. Never before had she been so exposed and vulnerable for someone. Opening herself up to Garreth was a bold step forward, another step outside of the tight circle of comfort she had drawn around herself as a child.

Professor Fig had tempted her out of her shell and brought her into this world of magic and acceptance. Once here, Sebastian had pulled her further out of that circle, opening her heart to deep friendship and giving her the confidence to let others get close.

Oscar had opened her eyes to the physical awakening of her own body, but she needed so much more in order to surrender herself completely. Garreth had the same warmth and safety that Sebastian gave her, but he also woke up her flesh with his eyes and his touch. These facts combined meant he had captured her. She was his, body and heart.

It had just taken a while for her to see it, to trust it and follow the path her heart longed for.

Safe and sure, her hand pressed to Garreth’s chest above where his heart thudded beneath his ribs. She could feel it, the patter fast and bold like her own. Her fingertips pressed into his skin, caressing over that generous heart, before sliding downwards over his abs.

She hesitated at the waistband of his shorts, meeting his hooded gaze and waiting for his nod before she carefully slid her fingers inside the warmth.

“MC,” he breathed, closing his eyes with a soft moan as her fingers slid with exploring strokes over silky smooth skin.

He was hard and hot, the tip slick with leaking release that she smeared with her touch. She watched the pleasure as it tightened his face, soft sounds leaving his pretty mouth as she explored with gentle touch. Thick, curling hair met her hand at the base. Nudging the fabric of his shorts down, she could see that the hair was as red as that on his head.

“Hold me like this,” he said, his voice tight and breathless as he gently showed her how to wrap her whole hand around his cock. He pushed his shorts down further and MC eyed him curiously, the tight pink flesh almost intimidating in its thickness and size, a pulsing vein running down the length.

There was a musky, male scent that was as arousing as the sight of him. It seemed to call to her, coaxing her own flame to burn that much hotter as she absorbed the scene unfolding between them on his bed.

His hand covered hers as he guided her, and she watched, fascinated and breathless as they worked him together. From head to base they stroked, the weeping tip helping to let her hand glide in swooping strokes that made him twitch and moan, his head burying into her neck as his hips pushed his cock harder into their grip.

MC tried to imagine how it would feel to have him thrust himself into her like this and she shivered, tingles spreading outwards and she squirmed, intrigued and yet slightly daunted.

Feeling him tense up, his hips stuttering slightly as he groaned, she shifted to try and see his face.

“Garreth, are you okay?”

“Fuck, yes,” he gasped, letting go of her hand and cupping her breast. “Don't stop. Keep going. I'm going to… mmph.”

She kept going, keeping the rhythm he had taught her as he gripped her breast, his harsh breaths hot on her neck. She forgot about herself, her eyes fascinated as a flush darkened his chest and neck, his soft whimpers and moans melting her insides.

His cock began to twitch, the hot flesh pulsing between her fingers and she paused, shocked as release splattered across her stomach. He gasped into her neck, panting as she watched wide eyed, her hand gently squeezing as more cum coated her fingers, dripping hotly onto her thighs.

It was shocking, but erotic, the almost bitter smell of it mingling with his arousing male scent. He lifted his head, cheeks flushed and eyes dazed, his hair a riot of red curls, and he gave her a sheepish grin after seeing the mess that coated her skin.

“Oops,” he said, biting his lip. “So sorry, but, merlin…that felt good.”

She bit back her giggle, convinced he wasn't sorry by any stretch of the imagination judging by the cheeky smirk on his face. Her eyes took in the mess, her hand still wrapped around him, and she gave him one more slow stroke. He whimpered, still sensitive, and she bit her lip.

“That good, hmm?”

He nodded and pulled her close, uncaring of the mess as he held her tightly, stroking her hair as he pressed kisses to her nose and cheeks before claiming her mouth.

“Better than I imagined,” he said, meeting her eyes. “I can't wait to do more like this. I'm especially looking forward to making you a trembling wreck in my hands.”

She shivered against him, a small smile teasing her lips. “That sounds like a promise.”

“Oh, it is,” he assured, and kissed her firmly.

….*....

The hour was late and the dormitory was quiet, the soft sounds of his sleeping dorm mates a familiar and oddly comforting sound. Garreth lay wide awake, his head slowly processing the day, his birthday, and he still couldn't quite believe how things had turned out.

His eyes drifted to the spill of beautiful hair that covered his pillow, the delicate scent of apples and floral perfume filling his nose and pulling at his heart strings. His arm was wrapped tightly around MC’s waist, holding her back against his chest, the tempting curve of her exposed neck right under his nose.

His arm flexed gently, savouring the softness of her, the warmth of her bare flesh against his own. He could hardly believe that she was even here, let alone naked in his bed. His heart thrummed with the joy of it, tingling with the pleasure she had coaxed with her touch. He closed his eyes with a soft sigh as he relived the intense moment, the sight of his seed covering her skin like that was beyond arousing and satisfying. It was the filthiest of fantasies and she had allowed it to play out.

The soft sound of her breathing in sleep filled him with a different sense of satisfaction. Having her safely tucked up in his arms like this was a dream, the most perfect ending to a special birthday. He had so much to write about in his journal, something he usually liked to do before bed, but he willingly sacrificed the ritual in order to have MC right here. He could write his words tomorrow.

Nuzzling closer against her, his face buried into the back of her neck where he could breathe her scent, Garreth felt the love he had harboured for this amazing girl flow through him. It danced through his veins, filling him up until he thought he might burst from it.

His fingers traced a circle against the flesh of her stomach, so soft and inviting. She shifted slightly under the caress and his lips pressed softly against her neck.

He didn't wish to wake her peaceful slumber, and yet he ached for more contact. Their warm cuddles that had led to her drifting into sleep ending the exciting sex they had begun to explore.

How he cursed his stupid nerves. She had wanted him to touch her and he had hesitated, his feelings of insignificance winning out there for a moment, the fear that he wasn't good enough. He had been sure that Oscar had bedded her, the shock of her intact virginity filling him with a rather new and dominant feeling of possessiveness.

His hand slid up towards her breasts, slowly cupping one under his palm, taking delight in knowing that his marks were littered over her skin. He had not thought himself that way inclined, but he felt a fierce protectiveness over MC. She was his.

His to love and cherish, his to touch and hold, just as he was hers.

His thumb slid over her breast, his palm gently moulding her as his hips instinctively began to grind against the soft curve of her arse. She still wore her little lacy knickers, the pretty garment pulling at a need within him. Rubbing against her earlier, he had felt the heat, the soaked fabric almost a torture against his throbbing cock.

He kissed her neck again, his nose grazing upwards into her hair as his hips pressed firmly into her, his cock already beginning to swell.

She shifted again, her head tilting back with a sleepy sigh. “Mmm, Garreth,” she whispered.

He smiled against her neck, kissing her softly, his hand caressing with surer strokes now.

“I'm right here, darling,” he whispered near her ear.

She sighed again, her hips tilting slightly as she rubbed her delicious behind against his stiffening cock. Oh, but she was so sexy. She drove him crazy with want.

Abandoning her breast, he took hold of her hip, grinding more firmly and closing his eyes at the delicious rub. Her breathy moan made him harden further, his thumb hooking under the lacy waistband of her underwear and tugging it over the exquisite jut of her hip bone.

Fully aware that they were no longer alone in the dorm, the burgundy curtains surrounding his bed their only barrier, Garreth knew he was pushing his luck. He didn't want to wake his dorm mates, and yet his hand slid under the fabric of her knickers to grope peachy soft flesh, her quickened breaths and sexy gyrating urging him on.

He bit his lower lip, pulse roaring as his finger tips glided along the curve of her arse, dipping between the cheeks and daring to seek lower between them. He bit back a groan as he skimmed damp, soft hair, her flesh so hot and tempting. He thought maybe he had been too bold, but her arse lifted eagerly for him, inviting him.

So, he dipped his hand down again, going further this time until his fingers found slippery heat.

“Mmm… Garreth…”

The breathless sound of his name on her lips had his cock twitching, his loins burning, and he took a breather to savour it. MC rolled her hips eagerly, her leg shifting forwards and bending at the knee to give him more access.

“You are so very tempting, sweetheart,” he breathed, his lips seeking kisses along her neck and shoulder. “Let me touch you, I want to feel you, but you must be quiet.”

“I'll be quiet,” she promised. “Touch me.”

He closed his eyes with a blissful sigh at her words, his hand delving to seek out her most sensitive parts with delicate fingers. Greeted with warmth and slick, he eased a finger against her, exploring the unknown.

He'd heard things. Boys talk, or rather, they brag. Even Leander had revealed some rather interesting information after he'd had a girl under the Quidditch stands. Garreth knew there were two special spots to rub, that he needed to take his time, and that getting her ‘good and wet’ was key.

Not that he was expecting to fully take her tonight. They had both been drinking, it was the first time they had touched each other, and he definitely didn't want MC to think that this was all he wanted. This, and the fact they were surrounded by his sleeping friends, too. He couldn't expect her to give herself fully. Not like this.

Even if he wanted her so very much.

To touch her so intimately was an honour, and he took his time as he stroked her, savouring the little gasps that came from her mouth. Circling her soaked entrance, he dared to probe inwards, burying his face into her neck to stifle his own moan at the tight softness that enveloped the tip of his finger.

She was perfect. So utterly alluring, and more than he could have ever imagined, and this was just the beginning.

“Tell me if this is too much, or if it's uncomfortable,” he whispered into her ear.

She shook her head, her hand pressing between her thighs to stroke against his. “Don't stop,” she whispered. “It feels good.”

Slowly, he pushed his finger in deeper and her back arched, a soft moan escaping her mouth.

“Shh,” he urged, snaking his other hand under her neck to wrap around and cup her mouth. His lips brushed against the shell of her ear. “You will wake the others.”

He wouldn't lie, hearing her moan for him was making his blood fire, his cock was twitching eagerly and he rubbed it against the peachy softness of her arse. Pushing his finger as deep as it would go, he withdrew it slowly before plunging inwards again, her sharp exhale hot against his palm.

He began to repeat this movement, thrusting with a finger as she panted into his hand, his mouth at her ear.

“Tell me where it feels good, darling,” he whispered.

She whimpered, hips squirming as she slid her own fingers over his. She guided his touch to a small nub. “Here, like this,” she whispered.

His slick fingers circled over the tight, little nub and she rolled her hips, another muffled moan escaping her. He tightened his hand over her mouth and her head tilted back, back arching as he rubbed her with a quickened pace.

When he pushed his finger back inside her heat, she was deliciously wet. He could get addicted to the feel of this, thrilled to be pleasing her, and eager for more. He continued to worship her neck with kisses as he began to circle that sensitive spot again. He removed his other hand from her mouth as she buried her face into his pillow, her moans muffled as her hips rocked.

Her hand reached back to caress his thigh and he subtly nudged her higher, desperate to feel her hand around his cock again. They moved together, the pace picking up as they struggled to keep quiet, before she began to tighten up.

Her moan was deeper and longer and he felt her contracting, his finger sliding in once more to feel the delicate flutters that had him groaning into the nape of her neck. The feel of her coming undone in his hands was deeply satisfying and rewarding, tipping him over the edge into his own bliss. Her hand was wrapped firmly around his cock as he felt his own orgasm shudder through him, coating her pretty bottom and thigh with more mess.

“You are incredible, MC,” he whispered, leaning to kiss her cheek.

She smiled, turning to look up at him, her cheeks flushed and eyes glassy in the dim light.

“And don't you forget it,” she whispered, cupping his face.

“I couldn't,” he said, claiming her mouth in a long kiss, feeling like the luckiest bloke in the world.

….*....

The first thing MC was aware of when she awoke was warmth. Heavy weight, and warmth. Blinking slowly, she assessed the situation, taking in the scents of heated bodies and bedsheets, the press of warm flesh against hers. She could feel the steady, even breaths of a sleeping Garreth, his hand nestled snuggly under her breasts and their legs entwined.

A nervous flutter erupted in her chest at waking up so close like this. The intimacy of it was new and strange, but then she thought about the exciting touches and deep kisses they had shared in the night, and that nervous flutter faded into a spread of warmth that tingled across her skin. Closing her eyes, she remembered the feel of Garreth’s fingers delving deeply where no other had been, the tight heat that had exploded into a rolling fire. It made her breathless just to think of it.

Shifting slightly to turn and look at him, MC took in the tumble of his messy curls framing his sleeping, freckled face. Peaceful in sleep, there was none of the cheeky mischief to be seen, only softness and innocence on that handsome face.

He was losing the soft roundness of his cheeks, his jaw widening and his cheekbones more prominent than when she had first met him. But, his lips were still full and pink, the cute slope of his nose and the long, thick eyelashes still adorable. Unable to resist, her finger tips trailed along the line of his jaw, scratching against stubble before she delved into the softness of wild curls.

He moaned softly, shifting to nuzzle his face into the pillow. She smiled as she played with his hair, watching his eyes blink awake to reveal sleepy green that sparkled with delight when he caught her gaze. He immediately urged her closer.

“Wow, dreams do come true,” he mumbled, his lips seeking skin to smother with kisses.

MC giggled as his mouth moved from her face to her neck, nibbling at her ear as his hands stroked her back and hip. “Good morning to you, too.”

Garreth groaned and buried his face into the crook of her neck, holding her even tighter.

“No, not morning already,” he grumbled. “That means you will be leaving me.”

The pale light seeping through the edges of his bed curtains suggested it was dawn, and it would be best if she did slip away now and return to her own dormitory before the others woke up. Leaving the warm safety of Garreth’s arms didn't seem all that appealing, though, especially when his mouth was teasing the fire under her skin, and his hands were already seeking out soft curves.

“We can meet up later,” she said, stroking his hair. “And we must remember to be discreet in front of everyone.”

“That's why I'm getting in as many kisses as I can right now,” he said, his voice muffled as his mouth trailed down towards her breasts. He cupped them both, eyes full of mischief. “Mmm, hello. These are definitely my favourite.”

As he buried his face into her curves she smothered her giggle, losing herself in him once more before it was time to leave.

…*...

The stream of hot water was helping to relieve the dull ache behind Oscar's eyes as he lifted his face to the shower spray, swiping his hands back through his hair. He'd indulged in a few too many firewhisky shots last night in his attempts to blot out the images of MC dancing with Garreth.

Surprisingly, he had woken up in his own bed alone this morning, despite the temptation of Trixie whispering in his ear as they had left The Three Broomsticks last night. He had made a promise to himself to behave, and he had held on to it. He needed some time to sort his head out.

Switching off the shower, he reached for his towel and held it to his face, the voices of other boys using the bathrooms drifting through the steam to his ears. He stilled as he heard Garreth and Leander, head tilting as he caught their words.

“Come on, spill the beans, G,” Leander said. “Bed curtains closed and a pile of clothes on your chair that look suspiciously like what MC was wearing last night. You got laid, didn't you?”

“Would you stop?” Garreth hissed, followed by the sound of a tap turning on. “The whole of Gryffindor tower can bloody well hear you.”

Oscar peered around the edge of his shower curtain, spotting Garreth and Leander at the sinks preparing to shave and clean their teeth. Garreth’s hair was a wild mass of curls, and despite the dig to the ribs he gave Leander, his mouth was split with a wide grin. Leander chuckled and clapped his large hand onto Garreth’s shoulder.

“Nice one, mate,” he said, smiling back at Garreth. “MC is lovely.”

“Yes, but she is also my brother's ex. So, if you wouldn't mind, keep that gossiping trap of yours shut for once,” Garreth said. “We don't want to rub his face in it, that wouldn't be fair.”

“I'm not a gossip!” Leander scoffed, combing his damp hair. “How rude.”

Oscar stepped back, not wanting to leave the shower and reveal himself. He swiped rivulets of water from his face as he leaned against the cold tiles of his cubicle. Last night he had noticed that Garreth had disappeared from his own party, and that MC was gone too. He had tried not to dwell on it too much, but now there was no getting away from it.

They had left together. Leander had seen her clothes beside Garreth’s bed.

Oscar closed his eyes trying not to imagine the things that had gone on behind Garreth’s curtains, his stomach twisting with envy and disappointment. Taking a deep breath he shook his head and grit his teeth.

Swallowing bitterly, he decided he would go and grab his broom. Nothing could beat a fast session of flying to ease some tension and clear your head. Rather than rise to the frustration of it all, he would fly instead.

….*....

By the time MC had crept back to her own bed, it was almost time to get ready for breakfast. She couldn't stop the smile that curved her lips, her whole body seeming to float in a little bubble of tingling excitement as she hurried to drop her jacket onto her bed and perch on the edge of Poppy’s.

She gently nudged her sleeping friend, making her grumble and tug the blanket a bit higher.

“Go ‘way… sleeping…”

MC shook her a little more, tugging the blanket away. Poppy blinked and stared up at MC, her gaze travelling over her flushed face and the clothing from the night before. Her eyes darted to the little clock on her night stand. She sat up immediately. “Are you just getting back now?”

MC nodded, putting her hand over her mouth as her blush deepened. Poppy opened her mouth in a silent squeal and lifted her blanket, urging MC to crawl under with her. The girls snuggled up in the warmth and Poppy grabbed MC by the hand.

“Tell me everything!”

Sharing the details of her time with Garreth felt a little strange at first, but Poppy understood everything, even sharing some of her own experiences with Sebastian for comparison. Hearing about that was weirder than talking about herself and MC cringed, putting her hand over Poppy’s mouth with a chuckle.

“Ew, no, Poppy. I don't need to hear about Sebastian's manhood. Thank you very much,” she said, shaking her head.

Poppy giggled and tugged MC’s hand away. “Why not? I want to hear about Garreth’s.”

“Yes, well, Sebastian is like a brother to me, and you're just a menace,” MC said, poking her playfully on the nose. She eyed Poppy, remembering their conversation in the pub last night. “Speaking of Sebastian. When are you going to call things off with him?”

Poppy’s smile faded and her gaze dipped. “I already have. Last night,” she sighed. “He wanted me to go back to his dormitory and I couldn't do it. We had a bit of a fight, and I told him it was over.”

“Oh no, Poppy,” MC cringed, biting her lip as she wondered how Sebastian had taken the news. “I'm sorry. How did he take it?”

Poppy shrugged. “He Disapparated out of Hogsmeade main street right in front of me, so I'm not sure. No doubt you will hear about it from him.”

“Maybe. He might not talk to me considering we are friends,” MC said. “But I will check in with him and make sure he is okay. What about you? How do you feel about it?”

Poppy thought for a moment, her fingers twirling the ribbon on the front of her nightdress. “Sad, I guess. I am sad we had a fight, but ending it was the right thing to do. I didn't want to carry on and let him think it was going anywhere.”

MC nodded. That she could understand. She pulled Poppy in for a hug, once again realising that they were in opposite situations when it came to matters of the heart. None of it was easy, not like reading about it within the pages of a novel. They got their happy endings when it was written down in ink. How difficult it was to navigate such a thing in real life.

She hoped Sebastian was alright, wherever he was. Sensitive to loss, no doubt he took Poppy’s rejection as a blow, and MC worried for him. She made a mental note to check on him at breakfast.

“You did the right thing, Poppy,” she said, stroking her friend's hair back from her face. “Even if it is tricky now, it will work out in the end, you'll see.”

“Is that how it is for you and Oscar, now?”

“Not exactly,” MC said slowly. “Garreth and I need to be careful, and most definitely discreet. Hopefully, Oscar and I can be friends.”

“I should think this is more tricky for him and Garreth. They are brothers after all,” Poppy said, looking up at her. “What happens if they fall out?”

MC felt her stomach tighten, the very idea of something like that making her chew her lip with worry. That was the last thing she wanted. Both Weasley boys meant something to her, and their bond as brothers was so very special, something she had never had growing up, and it would tear her up inside to think she had caused them to lose it.

She swallowed hard. “Let's just hope it doesn't come to that,” she said softly.

….*....

December saw the first heavy snowfalls across the Highlands, life outside the castle slowing right down as people took refuge in their cosy cottages against the bitter winds and huge drifts of snow.

Hogwarts had a festive air about it with roaring fires and the fresh scent of pine coming from the many garlands, wreaths and trees appearing in the halls and classrooms. The Great Hall ceiling mirrored the sky outside, softly falling snowflakes adding to the festive decorations, just without the bone deep chill.

Garreth was finishing off his bowl of treacle sponge with custard, his journal open on the table as he made some notes about the new potion idea Sebastian had come up with.

It wasn't a new potion as such, more a potion that would earn them some coin if they were to offer it for purchase. He bit his lip as he read over the ingredients, the various herbs when combined together making for a rather potent contraceptive. A blush warmed his cheeks at the thought of having to drink it himself.

It had been 2 weeks since MC first shared his bed, and ever since then, they had been sneaking around to find quiet corners to indulge in plenty of snogging and heated fumbling under their clothes. He couldn't get enough of the little sounds she made, the taste of her kisses drove him crazy and he would revisit the memories once in his bed at night, savouring each and every moment.

He was even more fiercely protective over his journal now he had those memories written within its pages. Reading over them made his blood fire up, and had him reaching for parchment to send MC naughty little notes that had her blushing the next time she would see him in class.

Garreth tried to think of a time when he had been happier and couldn't. She was all he could think about and a smile was the permanent fixture on his face as of late.

Soon, they would take it further. They were getting closer each time they fooled around. Last night, for example, things had become so heated that his cock had slid right against her slick folds, dangerously close to entering. It had been a huge effort to pull back from the tempting heat of her and catch his breath, her flushed cheeks and glazed eyes almost his undoing.

They just needed the right space and time to do it. Somewhere safe and private. He wanted it to be perfect.

As though summoned by his lustful thoughts, MC appeared before him, climbing onto the bench beside him with a smile. Snowflakes were melting in her hair, and her nose was pink with cold. She didn't touch him and kept a respectable, friendly distance between their bodies. It was torture not to brush her hair back from her face or take hold of her hand.

It was the one shadow that hung over his joy. Trying to hide it all from the one person he would love nothing more than to confide in was a strain, and he wished that things could be out in the open. Hurting Oscar wasn't an option, although he suspected Oscar might already have his suspicions. He had been avoiding Garreth lately, and his guilty conscience made him think MC might be the reason.

“Hello, handsome,” MC murmured quietly. “What were you thinking about? You look miles away.”

Neck flushed and hot from where his thoughts had been regarding MC, Garreth closed his journal and slipped it into his robes before giving her a cheeky smile.

“Just thinking about how much I want to kiss you,” he whispered. He lifted an eyebrow. “Perhaps I ought to find some mistletoe and give you a damn good snog.”

He relished the pretty pink flush that swept over her face, her eyes darting around to see if anyone was listening. “Garreth,” she hissed.

He chuckled and picked up his pudding spoon, sliding it into his mouth to suck the remains of his custard from it, his eyes far too suggestive for the dinner table. “What?” He asked, innocently.

She slapped at his thigh, her face stern, but her eyes betraying her. “You know very well what.”

He shook his head, eyes playful. “No idea,” he said, leaning closer to whisper. “Meet me later and you can show me.”

Her eyes darkened and her teeth sank softly into her lower lip, making the heat in his stomach twist urgently. His gaze remained fixed on her mouth, imagining biting into the softness with his own teeth and hearing those delicious little whimpers she made.

So lost in his little fantasy, he almost jumped from his seat when a hand clamped down on his shoulder and Sebastian's freckled face appeared between them, impish smirk firmly in place.

“And what are you two love birds plotting?” He asked, his eyes sliding from Garreth to MC. “You're blushing, MC. Is Weasley being a naughty flirt?”

“Seb!” MC pressed her hands to her cheeks and aimed a kick towards Sebastian's shins, but he was too quick, jumping back to avoid it with a laugh.

“I will take that as a yes,” he said, ushering them further apart with his hands so he could sit between them. “Shift up, then. Let me be the decoy for your illicit relations. Unless you want to suck your spoon suggestively for me, Weasley.”

“Suck your own spoon, smart ass,” Garreth chuckled. “What can we do for you?”

Sebastian looked at them both, the teasing smirk fading from his face. “I wondered what you were both doing for Christmas. It's only a week until the term ends and I realised I had no plans. I was thinking of staying here.”

There was something sad lingering behind Sebastian's eyes, a fleeting shadow that he tried to cover up with a smile, but Garreth caught it. Judging by the way MC reached for Sebastian's hand and squeezed it, she had seen it too, or rather she knew what ghosts haunted their Slytherin friend.

“I will likely be staying here, too,” she said, with a shrug. “I have nobody to go home to, so you will have me for company at least.”

“What do you usually do at Christmas, Garreth?” Sebastian asked, his gaze shifting towards him. “I bet you have a big family get-together, don't you? Does Professor Weasley come for dinner?”

Garreth shifted a bit on the bench, seeing the curiosity in both of their gazes. He knew MC had no family at all, and Sebastian was an orphan and his sister was gone. They were both alone, and here he was surrounded by loved ones.

“I er… yes. My family all gather for food, and we have a party on Christmas Eve,” he said, a tad awkwardly. He eyed them both, hating the thought of them being alone. “You two should come this year. I mean, Aunt Matilda will be there, but once she's had a few glasses of sherry, she isn't very professor-like anymore.”

Sebastian's eyebrows lifted in surprise and MC exchanged a glance with him. “We wouldn't want to intrude,” she said carefully.

“Nonsense,” Garreth said, warming to the idea. “What better way to spend Christmas than with my friends? I shall send an owl to my mum and tell her you're coming. She won't mind, she loves having people to fuss over.”

“As long as your mum is okay with it, then that's very kind of you, Garreth. Thank you,” Sebastian said, his face rather humbled. Garreth patted his shoulder and smiled.

“Don't thank me yet. Leander will likely be there, too. His dad is mates with mine, and they often come along to the Christmas festivities.”

Sebastian groaned and rolled his eyes. “Oh bloody hell, not Prewett. Really?”

Garreth smirked. “No backing out now, Sallow. It's settled. You're spending Christmas Eve with the Weasley's. Don't worry, you will love it.”

Garreth locked eyes with MC as she leant her head on Sebastian's shoulder, chuckling at him moaning about Leander. Just like that, he had smoothed his way to inviting her over for Christmas. Whilst his whole family would be there, including Oscar, he was determined to get her under the mistletoe for a cheeky snog. His heart swelled with excitement at the thought of her under his family's roof and sitting at their table.

All he had to do now was check in with Oscar, and he hoped his brother would be okay with it.

….*....

The sunlight was bright as it reflected off the glittering white snow that lay thick and smooth across the grounds of Hogwarts. A narrow path had been cleared to allow access to the Beast enclosures, and Oscar had made his way there in heavy boots and a thick coat.

Rubbing his gloved hands together against the bite of the cold, he approached the little huts where the animals were safely stowed away from the snow, a warming charm keeping them cosy in their beds of hay.

Although he wasn't afraid to fly in all weathers, Oscar had kept his feet on the ground for the last couple of days. The snow storm that whipped through the valley had been fierce, and today was the first bout of sun they had seen in a while. Rather than fly, he had come out to check on the animals, glad to get out for some fresh air and away from the possibility of bumping into Garreth or MC.

With a bucket of kibble in his arms, he entered the kneazle shed and was surprised to see a little figure wrapped up in a scarf and woolly hat already here. Turning at the sound of his boots, Poppy’s face peered up at him, her mouth lifting into a surprised smile when she saw him.

“Oscar! What brings you out here?” She asked, stepping towards him. She really was quite small, he realised as he gave her a smile in return.

“I offered to come out and check the feeding troughs,” he said, holding up his bucket. He glanced at the full troughs in the centre of the shed. “But, it seems someone beat me to it.”

“Oh, that was so lovely of you to offer,” Poppy said, clasping her little hands together. “I'm sorry I stole your job. I thought I would top them up whilst I was here. I came to give them a fuss. The weather keeps company away from them, you see. I come and have a little chat with them.”

A blush stained her cheeks and she twisted her hands together. He smiled, thinking her rather sweet as he placed the feed bucket down near the door.

“I am sure the kneazles appreciate your conversation,” he said with a wink. “What were you telling them? Or is that a secret between you and the beasts?”

“Oh, you know,” she said, waving her hand dismissively. “Just silly chatter, really. Nothing too deep and meaningful.”

Oscar hunkered down and began to make a fuss of a kneazle, scratching under its chin as it came to sniff at his hands. He glanced up at Poppy, curious about MC’s closest friend.

“You know, it's said that animals can be quite good listeners,” he said, his eyes soft. “I've been known to unload my troubles into their ears, they don't tend to judge me when I confess my sins to them. That's my favourite part.”

“Your sins?” Her eyes widened as she looked at him. “Gosh, what jaw dropping gossip have you fed into their poor, unsuspecting ears?”

Oscar laughed, the sound rumbling up from his chest and bursting from his mouth. It felt rather good actually, and it felt even better when Poppy’s own laughter joined in.

“You probably wouldn't want to know,” he said, his laughter fading as he shook his head.

“Well, that depends,” she said, crouching down beside him. He met her gaze, her eyes a light brown flecked with delicate gold. “If it’s something that I could help you with, then I would be willing to listen. We all need a friendly ear sometimes.”

Studying her face, the light dusting of freckles across her nose, the cute button nose and soft, friendly mouth, he realised how lovely she was. A tiny, innocent thing, and yet there was a strength and a brightness in her eyes that shone through. He could see why MC was drawn to her, there was a steadfast kindness in Poppy that put you immediately at ease.

He dropped his gaze to the kneazle that was purring and rubbing its head against his hand, debating the wisdom of speaking his truth to a girl so close to the one that made his chest ache.

“It's not much in the way of gossip,” he said, clearing his throat. “It's more a case of me making a mess of things. I've come to realise that maybe my actions in the past have led to bigger consequences than I could ever have imagined.”

A crease appeared in Poppy’s brow. “Is this about MC?”

He met her gaze and swallowed thickly. “Is it strange for me to talk about her with you? I won't if it makes you uncomfortable.”

Poppy bit her lip. “She is my best friend.”

“It's alright, I understand. I won't say anymore,” he said, keeping his focus on the kneazle, ruffling its fur with fond scratching.

He felt a light touch on his arm, Poppy’s gloved hand placed there as she looked at him. He looked down at her hand, and then back up to her face.

“You really liked her, didn't you?”

To his shock, he felt his throat close up and his eyes burn. He blinked and looked away, clearing his throat. “I thought things would be different with her…”

“Different? In what way?” She asked softly.

“I wanted more,” he admitted. “She wasn't just another girl to roll about in bed with. MC was… "Well, she was her. But, she didn't trust me, and who could blame her? I don't exactly have the best reputation with girls, and maybe I pushed too hard for more when she wasn't ready. I don't know. All I know is that she ran from me, and my brother was there ready to catch what slipped through my fingers.”

A soft gasp left Poppy’s lips, and her grip on his arm tightened. “You know?”

His chest contracted painfully as he stared at her, the truth of it slamming into him by the look on her face. “I suspected,” he said, voice strained. “But, I'm right, aren't I? MC and Garreth…”

Poppy winced, her expression awkward as she gave his arm a squeeze. He blinked back the burn behind his eyes, the truth confirmed making him ache, feeling her loss all over again.

“I'm so sorry, Oscar,” Poppy said, her voice soft and strangely soothing. “This must be so difficult for you. If it's any comfort, MC was so worried about hurting you, she still is to be honest. The last thing she wanted was to cause trouble.”

“I knew Garreth had feelings for her,” he admitted. He shook his head, shame colouring his cheeks. “Even before I tried to capture her interest, I knew he wanted her, but I chased after her anyway. At least he held back, I suppose. He stood aside so I could have MC because that's the type of person he is. He has always been a generous soul.”

“I didn't know he felt that way about MC for that long,” Poppy said, surprised. “And she never mentioned him at all until after things ended with you. I thought they were just friends. To be really honest, I always thought it would be Sebastian who would get her in the end.”

“You and me, both,” he muttered. He eyed Poppy curiously. “I thought you and Sebastian were a thing.”

She waved her hand dismissively. “We were, but that's over now. It wasn't meant to be.”

“Because of MC?”

She shook her head. “Oh gosh, no. I just knew it wasn't forever. We are better off as friends, although he hasn't quite forgiven me yet. He is more stubborn than a graphorn, and that is saying something.”

Her eyes sparked with a fire and Oscar found himself smiling. He nodded in agreement. “I have to say, I find it very hard to understand the boy. It baffles me how close MC is to him, and I hated it.”

Poppy's face grew serious. “Whilst I understand what you're saying, MC’s friendship with Sebastian is something very precious to her. She came here with nothing and no-one, she was thrown into terrifying ordeals and he pulled her through it all. I truly believe she would be dead without him, and I wonder if the same couldn't be said of him, too. You want to be close to MC? Then Sebastian is part of the deal.”

Oscar huffed a dry laugh. “That's something Garreth seems to have managed rather well.”

Poppy smiled. “They are a right pair of rascals to be sure, but you know what? Garreth makes Sebastian laugh and smile. After what he has been through, I think that's a lovely thing.”

Oscar studied her again. She was right. Garreth had that ability to draw out the lighter side of a person, he did it all the time and he barely had to make an effort. It just came naturally to him.

“You are an uncommonly kind young lady, Miss Sweeting,” he said, his smile soft as she blushed a lovely shade of crimson.

“Oh, give over,” she said, slapping his forearm. “Now you're just working that Weasley charm on me.”

His smile widened and he reached to fuss over the kneazle once more. “Does he make MC smile and laugh?” He asked, returning his gaze to Poppy. “Does Garreth make her happy?”

“Yes,” she said, nodding. “He does make her happy.”

It was strange, the feeling that pierced through his chest, it was the pang of loss combined with a sense of pride for his brother. It was bittersweet. Whilst he had lost the girl he had thought to give his heart to, he also took joy from the knowledge that his brother was happy. Garreth deserved it after all. Through his patience and generosity, his warmth and his bravery at staying true to himself, he had earned the affections of a very lovely young lady.

“Perhaps I need to follow my brother's example and step aside so he can chase his happiness,” he said with a sigh. “He might be a cheeky little rascal, but Garreth is no fool. He played the long game and won.”

“You will win too, one day,” Poppy said, her smile brightly confident. “A man as handsome and charming as you, the lady who captures your heart will be one lucky girl indeed.”

….*....

Despite the bitter chill outside, the greenhouses were lovely and warm, protected by charms that kept the plants happy and safe. It was so warm, in fact, that Garreth had shed his robe and was tending to the plants in his shirt and waistcoat. He was humming a mindless tune, his thoughts tumbling from potions to the plants, and of how MC’s eyes were quite possibly the most beautiful things he had ever seen.

How had he ever managed to get so lucky?

He turned at the sound of footsteps, pausing in the task of repotting some feverfew when he realised it was Oscar approaching him.

“Hello, brother,” he said, holding his soil stained hands up. “What brings you to the greenhouses?”

“It's you I've come to see,” Oscar said, coming to a stop beside him. He reached to touch a leaf, feeling the texture of it before turning his blue eyes onto Garreth. “Do you have time for a chat?”

Garreth's brows drew together in a slight frown. “Of course. Is everything alright?”

Oscar's eyes glittered in the winter sunlight that filtered through the greenhouse glass, a serious gleam in them that had Garreth’s heart thumping a little faster. He swallowed as he waited, beginning to suspect what this might be about. Despite their best efforts, perhaps he and MC had not been as discreet as they thought.

“I received an owl from mum,” Oscar said, deepening Garreth’s suspicions. “She had some rather interesting news to share. Apparently we have some extra guests coming to the Christmas Eve gathering.”

Oscar folded his arms and leant back against the workbench, one eyebrow lifted in enquiry.

“Ah, yes… about that,” Garreth said, slowly wiping his dirty hands together. “I've been meaning to have a chat with you about this.”

“I'm listening,” Oscar said, tilting his head slightly.

Garreth fiddled with his own fingers, picking at the dirt caught under his bitten down fingernails. “I er… I invited MC and Sebastian for Christmas Eve because they have no family and I didn't want them to be alone. I hope that's alright, I mean, because of MC and everything.”

“It sounds to me like the choice has already been made, brother,” Oscar said. “What if it is a problem?”

Garreth felt his stomach sink, his face dropping as he stared at Oscar. The implications of his words throwing up potential problems when it came to the deeper meaning behind the invitation.

Forgetting entirely that his hands were dirty, Garreth rubbed his hand against his forehead, smearing dirt through the sweat that was beginning to gather there. His mouth worked as he tried to find the words to say.

“It was kind of a spur of the moment offer,” he said, finally. “They were talking about having no plans for Christmas and I just hated the thought of them missing out on what we have at home. Can you imagine that? What is Christmas without the people you love around you? They are my best friends, Oscar. I'm sorry, I didn't think it through…”

His rambling was cut off by a firm hand on his shoulder. His eyes swung to meet Oscar's and he almost gulped, his heart pounding in his throat.

“Take it easy, Garreth,” Oscar said gently, his hand squeezing slightly. He shook his head, his lips twisting in amusement. “If your heart gets any bigger it's going to bust out of your chest. I think MC and Sebastian are fortunate to have someone who cares so much about them, despite Sebastian being a pain in the arse. I mean, honestly, Garreth. Did you have to invite MC’s little bodyguard as well?”

“He isn't that bad, Os, and it is Christmas after all.”

“I suppose,” Oscar sighed. “Maybe just this once, then.”

“So, you're not mad?”

Oscar's face relaxed into a brief smile and he shook his head. “I'm not mad, Garreth. You're right. Nobody should be alone at Christmas.”

Garreth nodded, his teeth worrying at his lip. “What about MC? Will it be hard for you to have her there?”

He was almost holding his breath. It felt like so much was hanging on the answer to that question. If Oscar couldn't put up with her being in their home, what did that mean for him and MC?

“I won't lie, it might be a bit tense,” Oscar said with a sigh. He eyed Garreth carefully. “Especially if I catch you snogging her face off under the mistletoe.”

Garreth stilled, his eyebrows shooting upwards and his lips parting in shock. “I… I… what?”

Oscar patted his shoulder. “Maybe keep the snogging to a minimum, hmm?”

Garreth was still processing as Oscar smirked and turned to leave, slipping his hands into his pockets.

“Wait, what does that mean?” Garreth blurted.

Oscar turned, a grin on his face. “It means, little brother, that if I catch you sucking face with my ex in mother's kitchen, then I'm going to dunk your head in the rain barrel. Even if I have to crack the ice layer off first to do it.”

Garreth shivered at the thought, but the mischievous grin on his brother's face was a positive sign. He smirked and went bold.

“What if I snogged her in the hay barn instead?”

Oscar's eyes narrowed. “Don't push your luck, Garreth. Just keep the touchy feely stuff out of sight, okay?”

Oscar winked and turned around, strolling towards the greenhouse exit. Garreth was buzzing, a smile of delight on his face.

“Message received! Loud and clear!” He called out towards Oscar's retreating back. He grinned. “Love you, Os!”

Oscar paused at the door and stuck his middle finger up at Garreth, chuckling as he pushed the door open. Garreth returned the gesture, excitement fluttering in his chest. He couldn't wait to hurry off and find MC to tell her the news.

This was going to be the best Christmas ever!

To be continued...

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