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s10127470 · 1 year

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My Ideal Revival of the Disney Heroes Franchise

What you’re looking at is the official logo for a now defunct franchise known as Disney Heroes.

Disney Heroes was basically meant to serve as the sister…..or more appropriately, the brother franchise of the Disney Princesses, with the focus being placed on the male heroes of the Disney pantheon.

The franchise initially started back in 1999, but under the name of Disney Adventurers. Not only that, but the line-up was rather small, consisting of the titular protagonists of Hercules, Aladdin, Peter Pan, and their most recent film at the time, Tarzan.

The franchise mainly existed through toys, with some notable merchandising besides that here and there.

The franchise remained this way until about 2003, when it got a notable revamp.

The franchise would get its current name and it would expand the roster quite a bit. The new members included Merlin and Arthur from The Sword in the Stone, Robin Hood, Prince Phillip from Sleeping Beauty, and Li Shang from Mulan.

I also think Simba from The Lion King was a part of the roster as well, I think I remember seeing him on a backpack done for the franchise.

But in 2005, the Disney Heroes franchise had a another revamp…this one notably different from the previous ones.

Although the franchise mainly existed through toys and play-sets that more or less stayed faithful to their respective films, these however…..

Your eyes are not deceiving you….these were actual action figures created and designed by Disney for the Disney Heroes franchise…..and I couldn’t be anymore happier.

Hercules looks like an ancient Greek warrior with the golden armor, plus he’s carrying a big xiphos and a golden shield with the face of a lion.

Peter Pan is now sporting some tan gloves, boots, and ever a mask, carrying a bow and quiver of arrows alongside his trusty dagger.

And Captain Hook has a more swashbuckling look, and his rapier has been replaced with a big ass cutlass!

Prince Phillip and Maleficent were also apart of this line-up of action figures as well.

Phillip had a more knight-like appearance, even having a helmet with a golden falcon on top.

And Maleficent…well, she was in her dragon form.

Sadly, only five action figures were made in this style….

And it’s a shame, given that there were plans to revamp the franchise with a more action-oriented style.

These designs by Disney animator Ruben Procopio for planned future figures for the franchise really highlight this…

Aladdin was gonna look like an Arabian Knight, complete with a dagger and a huge ass scimitar that would make Cloud Strife impressed.

Tarzan was gonna go for a Conan the Barbarian-esque look, complete with a headband, a vest, a tooth necklace, boots, and even a quiver filled with spears, knives, and arrows.

And as you could see, they were even gonna introduce The Beast from Beauty and the Beast as a new member of a roster, with the appearance of a warrior prince and a mace as his weapon.

Unfortunately, these figures never came to be....

Although Disney Heroes franchise was doing decently fine, it was nowhere near the level of success of the Disney Princesses.

As a result of that, Disney slowly but surely phased out the franchise over the next three years.

By 2008, the Disney Heroes franchise silently ended, only merchandising through coloring books and their only new addition since 2003 being....of all characters....Milo Thatch from Atlantis: The Lost Empire.

So yeah....that's pretty much the story of the Disney Heroes franchise.

It's honestly a shame because I could totally see this franchise being pretty successful today.

And given the rise of nostalgia and crossovers in media over the last decade, I could see this being an absolute goldmine for all parties involved.

And today, I'm gonna share on how I think a revival of the Disney Heroes franchise should play out.

.It would aim more towards a older audience, mostly teenagers, similar to the Disney Villains franchise. It wouldn't really focus all that much on toys like the Disney Princesses, though there would be some figurines here and there, instead focusing on media that's more accessible with a older crowd like novels, comic books, video games, and even animation.

.Unlike it's previous iteration, and to that extension the Disney Princesses, it would be more gender-neutral, featuring male and female representatives of most of the represented films as members of the roster.

.Also unlike the Princesses, this franchise has its own backstory. Various Disney villains have joined forces in other to further their respective goals. In retaliation, a group of various Disney heroes, led by Merlin, have united to fight against the villainous alliance and protect their respective realms. I know it's a pretty simple premise, but I think it's the perfect that way.

.The franchise will have a major focus on action and adventure....which for a franchise like this, should be expected.

.Many of the characters will be receiving redesigns in the veins of the ones done for the franchise back in 2005, which give off a fantasy warrior, almost Dungeons n' Dragons vibe. While these wouldn't be to the extent as say, Disney Mirrorverse, they would clearly by different from the characters' usual attire and makes them come off as more like warriors ready for adventure and battle.

.The series will essentially expand on the worlds of the films and bring in elements from their original source materials, official continuations like the TV shows, and even the cultures they represent.

Okay, now that we got the major elements out of the way, I'm gonna briefly share who would be apart of the roster for this new franchise, and list them in chronological order of movie release.

.Alice

.Peter Pan

.Princess Aurora and Prince Phillip

.Merlin and Arthur

.Mowgli

.Robin Hood

.Ariel and Eric

.Belle and Beast

.Aladdin and Jasmine

.Simba

.Pocahontas and John Smith

.Quasimodo

.Hercules and Megara

.Fa Mulan and Li Shang

.Tarzan and Jane Porter

.Milo Thatch and Kida Nedakh

.Jim Hawkins

.Tiana and Naveen

.Rapunzel and Eugene Fitzherbert

.Merida

.Anna and Elsa

.Moana and Maui

Just imagine.....seeing this iconic heroes going on various adventures, from the hottest deserts to the deepest jungles. Fighting against mythical monsters, thieves, wild beasts, villainous knights, deadly invaders, mysterious spirits and swashbuckling pirates!

Anyway, that's all for now. I'm planning to go more in-depth on this idea, fleshing out the characters and their worlds.

If you have any ideas for this franchise, let me know.

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jimblejamblewritings · 2 months

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An Observation of Humankind [thinkpiece number: 1]

Every girlie (nonbinary, women and men of all orientations included) is a type of Marauder and their partners are marauder love interest — fandom version included.

James Girlies:

either like sports or play sports, especially soccer/football or rugby

bad eyesight

defends everyone

himbo and ditzy but we love them for that

fanfiction reader/sharer

have had several short-term but very intense crushes

surprisingly not always high school sweethearts (which yeah odd cause of Lily)

nature bros

calls their journal a diary with no shame

are always outside and can't sit their ass at home for too long

love bouquets

own at least one pair of converse

loves pop music and Hozier

have scaled a fence before

might be able to play the guitar

handwriting could be nicer if they tried

didn't get their drivers' license right away

take their coffee any way that isn't straight black coffee

definitely think all people are hot even if they don't swing that way (think lesbians love Thor)

loved Merlin the tv show

James Girlies love Regulus and Lily people, which means:

cold people, smart people, black cat people, painters, polite people, readers, homebody people, gothic people, hippie people, people with beautiful handwriting, black coffee drinkers, whisky lovers

Sirius Girlies:

dog people and cat people equally

doc martens

loves coffee and tea equally

fanfiction writer/reader

gorgeous handwriting, probably cursive

might know or has had an interest in calligraphy

an astrology and/or astronomy girl

speaks at least two languages

plays an instrument, any instrument... but their parents definitely suggested piano

leather jackets

denim jackets

wears way less black than people think

fantasy nerd and has played dungeons and dragons

was a superwholockian

usually the only child or older child

doesn't smoke but everyone thinks they might

cocktails or whiskey and beer, no in between

virgin till like freshman year of college or later, to everyone's shock

looks like a black cat but is actually a golden retriever

however they could kill you don't get it twisted

has trauma but won't trauma bond

crooked smile and not perfect teeth but gorgeous anyway

perfect hair that is deliberately messed with

motorcycles and vespas and small cars

listens to every genre of music

tattoos (even if just one small one)

journal person

can quote certain movies by heart

unfortunately turned on by sweater vests

fashion girlie

Sirius Girlies love Marlene, Remus, and other Sirius people, which means:

warm people, confident people, tall people, flirty people, musicians, readers, intellectual people, fancy people

Remus Girlies:

sweets lover

probably likes dark chocolate the most as well as hot chocolate

owns sweaters, probably vintage, some handmade by their Sirius girlies

plays chess

can draw

mismatched socks

waits till the last minute to do laundry

is more of a cat person but also loves dogs

didn't have strict parents and ended up giving themselves curfews and discipline and only late realized the reverse psychology

keeps a notebook about everything their partner likes

messy cook in the kitchen

loves tea a bit over coffee

is probably the actual smoker of the group

doesn't make their bed

good kissers

always carries a jacket or wears a shirt under their sweater so they can give it to their partner

can hold their liquor a bit too well perhaps

has trauma and might trauma bond

great fashion sense but will wear literally whatever is clean

Remus Girlies love Sirius, Pandora, and Dorcas (hear me out) people, which means:

black cat looks and golden retriever personality, weird people, people that pour their pain and emotions into their art whether music or painting or drawing, people that take time to care for themselves in the morning, witchy people, smiley people

Peter Girlies (pretend there was no betrayal):

underestimated

asks the most off-putting questions without realizing it

takes a camera everywhere

loves board games

tea drinker all day every day

baker

sends selfies at literally any angle because they don't care

always pays attention to everyone

loves breakfast food eaten not at breakfast

had a ukelele phase

cleanest of their friend group

Peter Girlies love Mary people, which means:

sunshine people, almost always happy, excitable people, pda lovers, carefree topeople

#mara #marauders #james potter #peter pettigrew x reader #sirius black #remus lupin #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #james potter x reader #marauders fluff #peter pettigrew

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cuffmeinblack · 28 days

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Crimson Sheets

Ron Weasley x f!reader

Tags: explicit | period sex | blood | cunnilingus | menophilia??

1.5k words

Summary: Ron doesn't let a silly little thing like menstruation stop perfectly good morning sex.

A/n: I feel like I should apologise. Eh. But seriously if period sex gives you the squick obviously don't read!

Sheer torture.

That's what this was.

Your skin heated with the flush of arousal, every gentle flick of Ron's tongue against your lips sending your heart hammering against your rib cage. There was no escaping this without the bitter pang of disappointment and the resultant hours spent in agonising frustration.

With all the regret in the world, you pulled away from the heated kiss, panting and fingers flexing around the fabric of his shirt, held together by a mere two buttons. You’d been busy unpicking them when you’d had the bitter realisation that you had to stop.

Ron's eyelids fluttered, lips still parted as his groggy mind caught up to what you’d just done. He looked adorable, confused and entirely fuckable—and therein lay the problem. You groaned and covered your face with your hands, willing the throbbing ache between your legs to dull.

“What's wrong? Not feeling it?” He'd never been very good at keeping his emotions from his voice; you could hear the barely masked disappointment, the hint of concern.

“No! I mean yes, God, yes I am, but…fuck.” Your fingers slid down your cheeks, looking up into Ron's eyes that sparkled in the gentle dawn light, shadows dancing across his fiery ruffled hair. “I just can't. You know…” You gestured vaguely to where your bodies met, his morning glory pressed against you. It wasn't enough, could never be enough; the tantalising friction never quite brought the relief you desperately sought. Another low groan left your mouth, hips shifting in surrender—it would have to do. “M’on my period,” you muttered.

Ron, rather than simply rolling off you or wincing in disgust, merely licked his lips and his gaze continued to linger on where you were pressed together. When he finally looked at you through hooded eyes, framed in those pretty blond lashes, he did so with a devilishly crooked smile. He shrugged with one shoulder, resuming his slow grinding against your aching core. “Doesn't bother me.” And then his lips were once again pressed to yours, firmer, his tongue slipping between your parted lips.

“Ron…,” you gasped, further debate captured by his increasingly heated kiss. His hands were roaming, shedding his layers.

Thank Merlin.

You kissed him back eagerly, fingers tracing the waistband of his pyjama trousers before tugging them down, grabbing a handful of his behind to pull him closer, desperate for more friction. He grinned against your lips and shuffled out of the last of his clothes, kneeling before you completely unabashed. His cock stood proud, thick and glistening; your core throbbed in response.

He was staring hungrily at your curves, sliding your vest up and shorts down to expose as much skin as possible, and then it hit you—shyness. Your hand flew out and grabbed his wrist. “Don’t look, I need to take off—”

“Don’t be daft, I’m not afraid of a bit of blood,” he scoffed.

There was no deterring him, as much as it pained you to see him ogling your knickers with a blood-stained pad clinging to them for dear life. To his credit, he didn’t bat an eyelid, didn’t seem to care at all; merely threw them over his shoulder and resumed kneading every inch of flesh he could find with a mesmerised sort of worship whilst his erection twitched with want.

Ron took a palm full of your tender breast and lowered himself on top of you, lips finding the sensitive skin behind your ear. Kissing, licking and murmuring praises, he sent you into a pleasure-filled stupor where nothing else mattered but his touch. He trailed down your body, his copper mop fisted tightly in your hand.

The ache between your legs grew painful as he took his sweet time, breathing so ragged you could scarcely call his name between gasping for air. When finally you felt him nip at your hip bone, your eyes flew wide in realisation of where he was and what he intended to do.

“Ron, what—”

“Just relax, will you?” He tutted and planted two large hands on your thighs, spreading your legs wide with a firm grip that invited no debate before shuffling to get comfortable on the bed between them.

All you could do was gape, disbelieving. You almost shoved him away in shame, but what exactly was there to be shameful of? Ron was busy kissing your inner thighs, tinged pink with blood, entirely unperturbed and moaning happily as he did so. You loosened the grip on his hair and he looked up at you, smirking, before delving between your thighs with renewed vigour.

His tongue found its mark almost immediately. A great shiver ran up your spine as he licked between your folds, right over your sensitive clit. He pushed your legs higher, firmly planted against his shoulders, and nestled deeper.

“Fucking hell,” was all you could manage to say as he licked and sucked without hesitation, barely drawing breath. He was clearly enjoying himself, just as much as he usually did when he’d beg to taste you; even as you saw red blooming on his cupid’s bow and the tip of his nose, he didn’t falter.

Your combined moans filled the room, almost deafening amongst the wet, squelching sounds emanating from between your legs. Your face was already too heated to blush, and he was far too distracting to give the mess much thought. Your orgasm didn’t merely creep up on you; it ramped up so swiftly your head spun, until you were gripping the sheets and arching your back clean off them, gasping Ron’s name with an uninhibited plea.

His eyes fixed upon you so intently it might’ve been unnerving, yet was so beautifully intimate as he wordlessly coaxed forth your release. When he added two fingers inside you, you finally let go. Stars erupted in your vision as you reached your climax and fell into blissful oblivion, the orgasm so intense you almost cried with relief.

“Th’s’it,” Ron mumbled, before returning his mouth to you, gently lapping in rhythm to the waves of pleasure threatening to drown you. His fingers curled inside you, languorously pumping in and out, as if beckoning more, more, more. “You’re so bloody beautiful, fuck…”

It might have been a mere minute later, yet felt like an eternity before you could finally manage to prop yourself on your elbows, dizzy and enveloped in a heavenly haze. Ron smiled up at you, and he looked like he’d been caught in a massacre. Red streaked his chin, his nose; his lips stained so darkly with fresh blood it reminded you of a vampire caught feasting on his prey.

“I…what a mess,” you said weakly. He still had his fingers inside you, lazily caressing. He licked his lips again and smiled.

“You still taste amazing,” he replied, blinking slowly.

You let out a shaky laugh, still helplessly aroused; either in despite of or because of the sight, you weren’t sure. Though your muscles protested, you sat up, intending to push Ron back on the side of the bed still unmarred, but he had other plans.

“I’m not done with you yet.” His voice was low and husky, dripping with lust, and the fire in his eyes caught you by surprise.

“I thought I'd repay the favour,” you said by way of explanation, but clearly he didn’t want your hand, or your mouth.

“I need to be inside you.” He clambered over you, and you fell back against the mattress. Hands stained crimson pinned you beneath him, thighs spreading your legs wide once more. His cock prodded at your slick entrance, twitching eagerly. He looked feral, animalistic, almost.

“You like this, don’t you?”

He answered with a hard thrust, one swift motion that filled you completely. “You have no idea,” he rasped. He pulled out slowly before plunging back inside with a low groan. “You feel so good.”

There was no stopping him, and you had no intention of doing so. Every nerve ending you possessed seemed sensitised, and his relentless pounding turned you into a limp and boneless mess that knew only pleasure and nothing of your own name. He held you tightly, his knuckles white, hips snapping with synchronised moans. You thought you managed to say his name but it only came out as a whimper when your walls fluttered around him, another orgasm consuming the last of your ability to form coherent speech.

“That’s it, come for me…” Ron gasped, his gaze fixed where he continued to pound into you, watching intently as you squeezed around him. “Fucking hell, babe, you’re such a mess.”

He said it not laughing or with disgust but in awe, utterly transfixed. “I’m gonna…”

“Come inside me, Ron,” you whimpered.

He needed no more encouragement; with a shudder and an ear splitting moan, his orgasm exploded, filling you with his release. Each pulse of his cock came with a new gasp or expletive, his head thrown back but eyes still on you. Soon you were dripping cum on the ruined bed sheets as he thrusted slowly inside you, unable to take any more.

You had nothing left to give; you were ruined.

Ron slumped down next to you, and you lapsed into astonished silence for several minutes before you both tried to break it at once.

“That was ama—”

“Best sex ev—”

You both laughed, relieved that the other felt the same.

When you looked down at your bodies, legs now entwined and Ron’s hands firmly encircling your waist, you smiled. The blood would wash off with the sweat and other bodily fluids once you stood under the shower; just another to add to the steady stream of water. All those days you’d shied away from intimacy for fear of disgusting him now felt like wasted opportunities.

“What are you thinking?” he finally asked.

“That it’s a shame. I really liked these bed sheets.”

#what even is this #ron weasley #ron weasley smut #ron weasley x reader #ron weasley x you

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mirayladraws · 2 years

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Here's some kiss sketches!

(I am living for court sorcerer Merlin in a vest)

#my art #digital art #art #fanart #merlin #fantasy #bbc merlin #merlin emrys #arthur pendragon #merthur #merthur kiss #arthur #king arthur #i live for merlin in vest #court sorcerer

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just-another-fanfiction-writer · 1 year

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Could you handle me? | Sebastian Sallow x fem!Reader | Chapter One

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: Sebastian is always flirting with you and up in your personal space. So you decide to finally let him taste his own medicine.

Warnings: aged up characters, pining, tension (will likely lead to smut in a following chapter), minors dni

~ chapter two ~

Welcome back to my blog!

This marks the end of my 4-year hiatus and I'm really excited. I think I learned a lot since then and hope I can entertain some people with a few HL fanfics.

Stay tuned for more ❤️️

~Mia

Suddenly he moved closer...a lot closer. His arm resting against his cocked hip, his chest almost brushing your bicep. It sent shivers down your spine, but luckily he wouldn't be able to distinguish them from your other shivers caused by this cold evening.

Yet you couldn't help yourself from looking down to the messily tucked in shirt, up his vest buttons, over this deliciously exposed neck and to stop at his teasing smile and dark brown eyes. You raised an eyebrow at Sebastian, crossing your arms (more to lessen your involuntary shivers, whenever his chest touched you) and asked him, what exactly he thought of doing.

His damn perfect smile widened at this question, eyes growing darker.

"I'm flirting, isn't it obvious?"

You couldn't stop yourself from blushing a little, hoping he didn't see it before you turned your face away from him. This feeling...jumping around in your heart like a giddy child...you had to push it away, so inadvertently your crossed arms nudged him enough, so he had to change his position again. Finally there was some distance between you two again.

Thank Merlin.

"Well, you should stop that. We don't want anyone to think of us otherwise, do we?"

You tried to cover your shaky voice with a playful tone, yet you weren’t sure if it was believable.

When you looked back up into his warm eyes, you wondered…was it a shimmer of sadness in his eyes just now? You couldn't tell for sure, as his smile came back again so quickly.

Obviously he just wanted to get a rise out of you again. Always teasing, always flirting, always too god damn close.

He was your friend, your best one to be exact, but oh, how you longed for more. This…flirting…it was the only thing you could allow yourself.

"I don't care what anyone thinks about us.” He answered in a hushed and dark voice. “I only care what you think."

He was standing there so confidently, while you could only notice your knees getting weaker with each second he was staring at you, waiting for a reaction.

Maybe you could allow yourself a little more.

Just a tiny bit more.

Maybe it would shut him up for good.

When you turned to face him completely and mirrored the darkness in his eyes, his ones widened. You didn't notice how his knees also got a little weaker and how his hands started to shake with anticipation, when you stepped closer.

"Oh, so you wouldn't care..."

You stepped closer.

"...if anyone saw us..."

Another step.

"...being so close and..."

Another.

"...personal?"

Now you were close enough for Sebastian to notice the faded scar on your temple, the small small discoloration in one of your eyes and smell this wonderful perfume of yours mixed with your own intoxicating scent.

He had to gulp down against the lump in his throat he suddenly felt.

"No..." His voice was low and raspy, a little shaky even.

Oh this was perfect. Just perfect.

Finally you would get a little revenge for him always making you feel like you would lose your mind, whenever he stepped into your personal space so recklessly.

A wave of confidence rushed through your veins from seeing him like this. Seeing how his freckled nose flared up with his quickening breath, his cheeks turning an adorable pink and his lips quivering a little.

The gasp that escaped those lips, when you put your hand on his hip to pull him closer, shot right down your body, right in between your legs. You wanted to get used to this feeling. You wanted to just let go and drown in this exciting promise of his gasp.

You had to hear it again.

"Oh, I don't think you'd be able to handle it. To handle me."

Sebastian was barely able to hold back a muttered "Fuck", showing just how desperate he was for you. How much your hand sent tingles up and down his spine and how your dark voice awakened something so even darker inside him.

He bit his lower lip, watching you very intently.

Though his eyes shortly closed with the new sensation of your other hand running up his arm, over his muscular bicep and shoulder, stopping at his neck.

Oh, and when you pulled him down by it, almost fully closing the distance between your lips, he again let a gasp escape his mouth.

This was too fucking addicting.

Your stomach wanted to turn upside down, your legs wanted to give out and your lips...they wanted to kiss him and show him how much you needed him.

Your fingers gently ran up his soft curly brown hair, twisting it a little and scraping his scalp. He seemed to enjoy the feeling, closing his eyes once more, but quickly opening them again, to stare down at your lips.

You neither noticed your other hand drawing small circles on his lower back nor your breasts pressing against his taut chest. Your mind was already dizzy, running a marathon in your head, which your heart apparently took part in, hammering so hard and fast that you could only hear your own pulse in your ears.

Yet the moment your lips ghosted over his plush ones, everything stopped.

As if your whole body just shut down.

It felt like forever until your body turned back on, but it must've been less than a millisecond, when something similar to a siren started to blare a warning in your head.

THIS IS YOUR BEST FRIEND!

Everything inside you started to initiate the plan for Code Red.

You pulled back, stepping away from Sebastian completely, your hands falling down from the desperate grip they just had on him, while your heart ached like a thousand needles were attacking it.

Your eyes darted everywhere except to the brunette, only allowing you to look at him once, to see his reaction to your sudden retreat. Seeing his big wide eyes, you knew you had to cover up whatever just spilled out of your heart. You couldn't let your unusual abrasive behavior destroy this friendship.

So you just giggled half-heartedly, trying to cover all of this up as your usual non-serious flirting.

"See? Couldn't handle me..."

Your voice wasn't very convincing, but you chose to ignore it as best as you could.

"Now come on, Sallow, you dumbass. We should be getting back to the castle."

Nice save there, you thought to yourself, rolling your eyes. Sebastian couldn't see it, as you already turned away, making your way towards the castle.

#sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x y/n #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian x reader #sebastian sallow imagine #sebastian sallow fluff #sebastian sallow x hufflepuff!reader #sebastian sallow fic #sebastian sallow x fem!reader #hogwarts game #hogwarts #hogwarts legacy #justanotherfanfictionwriter #justanotherfanfictionwritermasterlist

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chickenlizard13 · 1 year

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Insatiable Thing

Pairing: Garreth Weasley x Reader (gender neutral)

Word Count: 5529

Warnings: Fluff, Mature 18+ (definitely no kiddos)

Description: I'm having a great time. Sequel to Home to Me. Takes place in their 7th year.

Merlin, he looked good with his sleeves rolled up.

You stood obscured by a large pillar, eyes raking up and down Garreth’s form as he faced away from you, chatting with a group of other students. He’d discarded his robes, leaving him in a fitted gray vest and black pants. Loosening his house tie, he’d also undone the first couple of buttons, displaying his freckled throat as he threw his head back, laughing attractively.

You’d been playing a game of cat and mouse all day. Sending him teasing looks in class, disappearing when the Bell Tower rang, ghosting a hand over his back as you passed behind him in the hall, never letting him catch you. Which he tried, several times. His hand would shoot out in the direction of your touch, fingers just missing your wrist as you danced out of the way. It’d gotten to the point where he’d drop whatever conversation he was having and stalk after you, a primal look in his eyes, tracking you as you wove between the other students in escape.

Unfortunately for Garreth, you were very good at hiding, vanishing around a corner and watching him growl in frustration at losing you again. However, Garreth could also be very clever when he wanted, so he’d taken measures to make himself more appealing to try and tempt you closer. Hence the rolled sleeves and unbuttoned collar, doing his best to seem unbothered by your antics. He knew you liked him in a more casual state of dress, and also knew his laid back attitude would infuriate you, causing you to get sloppy.

A note floated lazily towards the group, circling around Garreth’s head once before he caught it in his hand. Nodding along with his friends, he opens the note, fingers tightening on the paper slightly, before folding it back up and nonchalantly placing it in his pocket.

The conversation continues, Garreth seemingly unaffected by your note. You knew what he was doing. You knew what he was doing, and yet, it irked you to no end that he didn’t even flinch. You wanted to watch the wild desperation in his eyes as he searched the halls for you, see him slowly lose his sanity with each passing moment he didn’t have you.

It was risky, but you were unable to resist the temptation as you thought of that frustrated look on his face, slinking out of your hiding spot to get closer. Even though he seemed relaxed, you knew he was on high alert and you’d have to make a hasty getaway before he caught you.

Breezing up behind him, your hand caresses the nape of his neck, red curls tickling your fingers as you make your escape. Just as you turn to flee, a hand clamps onto your wrist, capturing you. Turning back, you see a triumphant fire blazing in Garreth’s gaze, a wicked smirk gracing his lips.

“Hey sweetheart, there you are. I’ve been looking for you all day.”

His tone is cheery, as if he were truly just greeting you after a day apart, but you could hear the danger behind it. A shiver raced down your spine, suddenly nervous that you may have pushed him a bit too far with your game. Hauling your front against his side, he tucked you under his arm, securing you to him. He leans down, giving you a sweet kiss on the cheek before whispering in your ear. “Caught you.”

Pulling back, he smiles down at you pleasantly, turning back to finish his conversation while his fingers rub soothing circles into your shoulder. However, you were feeling anything but soothed, your heart pounding wildly in your chest, dreading the end of this conversation when you didn’t have the safety of other people.

Garreth began saying his goodbyes, waving to the others as they headed to their next destination. He turns to you smiling sweetly again, removing his arm and interlacing your fingers together, kissing the back of your hand while leading you down the hall. He kept a casual pace, smiling at the people you passed, seemingly unhurried. You had no idea where you were going, Garreth refusing to tell you, only leaning down to whisper huskily in your ear. “You are in so much fucking trouble.”

Anticipation lit your blood on fire, your eyes nervous as you looked at him. He kissed your forehead as you walked, eventually stopping in front of an empty storage room. Opening the door, he gestures for you to go in first, pleasant smile still painted on his mouth, but his eyes tell you a different story. They dared you to run, promising grave consequences if you made him chase you. Gazing at him a moment, you consider bolting away, but know that in an all out sprint, he’d definitely catch you.

Obediently, you walk into the closet, Garreth whispering ‘Good choice.’ as he follows quickly after you. Walking to the center of the room, you don’t turn around as you hear the door shut, or when you hear Garreth whisper a locking and silencing charm. When he’s finished, he walks up behind you, slotting himself against your back as he brings his lips to your ear. “You’ve been particularly cruel today, sweetheart.”

His breath tickles your skin as he runs his nose lightly along your neck, hands gently resting on your hips. “Not sure what I’ve done to receive such harsh treatment from you. As far as I know, I’ve been nothing but kind and loving. Doting, even.”

Placing light kisses on your shoulder, he works his way back up to speak directly in your ear, another shiver running down your spine, helpless in his grasp. “And yet, you’ve left me like this-” Hands tugging you back, he grinds his cock into your ass, making sure you feel how hard he is. “-all day. Seems a little mean doesn’t it?”

He traces one hand up your side, fingers coming to turn your head and tilt your chin up, giving you a chaste kiss before pulling back to look at you with hooded eyes. “It’s a really good thing you’re done with classes for the day. Don’t think you’d have enough time to hide all the marks I’m gonna put on your pretty neck, otherwise.”

Beads of sweat broke out on your forehead, stomach flipping in excitement. You’d definitely pushed him too far, but you were eager to find out where this was going, unable to promise that you wouldn’t do it again in the future.

—-------

Hours. Hours later, the two of you finally exited the storage closet, Garreth carrying you gently. Your head lay on his shoulder, face tucked against his neck as you pouted into his skin. His hands supported your thighs, legs on either side of his hips, cradling your exhausted body as he walked back to the Gryffindor common room. You could practically feel the smug smile on his face. You huff in annoyance, drawing an amused chuckle from his chest. “I know, sweetheart. I was too much. I’m sorry.”

He most definitely was not sorry, if his pleased tone was anything to go by. “I can’t walk.”

Humming, he kissed your temple lovingly, pride slipping into his voice. “I know.”

You don’t have the energy to be irritated, your exhausted body sinking further into his chest. He carries you all the way to his dorm, tucking you under the covers before climbing into bed after you. Garreth’s roommates don’t even bat an eye at your presence, very used to your frequent sleepovers, all of them assuming you’d fallen asleep studying again.

Garreths crawls in behind you, drawing the curtains before settling down and wrapping one arm around your middle, worming the other under your head. He kisses your shoulder a few times, whispering an ‘I love you’ and tucking his face into your hair. You barely manage to give a tired ‘love you’ back before you’re fast asleep, comfortable and warm in the redhead’s arms.

—-------

Days later, you’re walking past the potions classroom after visiting Sebastian and Ominis, when you spot Garreth working diligently inside. His back was to you, chopping ingredients for whatever brew bubbled in his cauldron. You admired him for a moment, smiling softly at the dedication and passion he put towards his craft. Strolling inside, you move to stand beside him, leaning your head on his arm silently. He immediately brings that arm around you in a half hug, kissing your forehead as he rests his hand just above your rear. “Hi.”

You smile up at him. “Hi.”

“What brings you to my side of the castle today?”

Rolling your eyes, you resist the urge to remind him that you’d had potions together not an hour ago and wrap your arms around his torso. “I just came from seeing Ominis and Sebastian.”

Garreth grunted at the mention of Sebastian, still not caring for the brunette after the events in your fifth year, but tolerating it for your sake. “Well good. I was just starting to miss your pretty face.”

You laugh, earning a playful smile in return. “I don’t think I’ve been gone long enough for you to miss me.”

Still smiling, Garreth leans down, humming as he kisses your lips. “That’s what you think.”

Heart fluttering, you kiss him once more, pulling away and leaning your head on his chest. “What’re you making, my love?”

“Nothing exciting, just a few extra Wiggenweld potions.”

You quirk your eyebrow at him quizzically, waiting for an explanation. His smile turns into a smug smirk, a teasing lilt in his voice. “I just thought it’d be good to have some extra ones on hand, after the other day. Might have helped with your walking problem.”

Clicking your tongue at him, you smack his chest lightly. “You were my walking problem.”

He chuckles in amusement, giving you another lingering kiss. “I sure was.”

Rolling your eyes again, you decide you’d had enough of his gloating and make to leave. “Well, my love, I’ll leave you and your enlarged ego in peace.”

As you go to walk away, Garreth gently wraps a hand around your bicep, tugging you back to steal one last kiss. He pulls back just enough to speak, lips still brushing yours with a teasing smile. “My ego isn’t the only thing that’s enlarged.”

Scoffing at him, you turn away, huffing as you leave. Garreth laughs at your irritation, and you feel a playful smack on your behind, turning to glare at him as he looks back at you innocently. His face relaxes as you turn back towards the door, watching you fondly as you walk away, already missing your presence beside him.

————-

You awoke to the gentle press of lips being scattered all over your face. Garreths long fingers scratching at your scalp lightly, attempting to rouse you from sleep. Squinting at the early morning light, you groan and hide your face in his neck, halting his soft barrage. He laughed, squeezing you tight against his chest. “Happy anniversary, sweetheart.”

Humming in acknowledgement, you close your eyes again, content to let sleep whisk you away once more. Garreth chuckles again, a hand running up and down your back. “Do you plan to sleep the day away? I’d very much like to take you on a date at some point.”

Whining, you try to shove yourself further into his neck, wrapping an arm around his middle so he can’t pry you off. “‘S the weekend. Lemme sleeeeeep.”

Closing his eyes, a content smile rests on his face, fingers continuing to scratch your head. “But I haven’t seen you in so long. What if I get lonely?”

“My love, we went to bed eight hours ago.”

“Yeah, and that’s a whole eight hours of my life without your pretty face.”

Knowing you weren’t going to win this one, you sigh heavily in defeat. You retract your face from his neck, squinting as you glare up at him. “You’re impossible. You’ve seen me every day for the past two years, and you couldn’t give me two more hours?”

Garreth smiles at your disgruntled face lovingly, pressing his lips to yours sweetly. “What can I say? No amount of time will ever be enough for me. I want it all.”

Huffing against his mouth, you let him do as he pleases, resigning yourself to being awake at this ridiculous hour. “Greedy.”

“For you? Immensely.”

You roll your eyes fondly, whispering ‘dork’ under your breath, the word getting swallowed by Garreths lips. He gives you a few more lazy kisses, before shifting to lay partially on top of you, head resting on your chest. His arms worm their way underneath you, holding you close, as you card a hand through his hair, the other wrapping around his back.

“So, what did you have planned for this date?”

Garreth sighs contentedly as he adjusts himself slightly, eyes closed as he speaks. “Well, I figured we could take a trip to Hogsmead, do a little shopping, maybe stop by The Three Broomsticks for a butterbeer, things of the like.”

“What? No troll this year?”

Garreth laughs, thinking back to your last anniversary, where he’d tried to take you on a romantic picnic near a glen in the Forbidden Forest, only for a troll to come barging in half way through.

“Not this year, sweetheart, but I’m sure we could find one if you’re really itching for a fight.”

Shaking your head with an exasperated smile, you tell him that Hogsmead sounds great, excited to simply spend the day with him. The two of you continue laying there for another hour, talking quietly, lost in your own little world and ignoring everything going on outside Garreth’s bed curtains.

—-------

Eventually, you do actually roll out of bed, putting on some heavier clothes for the walk to Hogsmeade. You take it slow, walking hand-in-hand as a light flurry of snow blankets the ground around you. By the time you get there, your noses are cold and your cheeks are flushed, but your smiles are warm as you head into the first shop.

The two of you flit around Hogsmeade, popping in and out of various shops, stopping at Honeydukes for a treat, and even taking a stroll in the garden, greeting the hedge dragon as it shakes off the accumulated snow.

As the sun gets lower in the sky, you meander your way to The Three Broomsticks, lightly arguing about Garreth’s spending habits. “My love, you don’t have to pay for everything all the time. I am certainly not hurting for galleons.”

He scoffs at you. “What kind of gentleman would I be if I couldn’t treat the love of my life to a day on the town?”

You roll your eyes in exasperation. “You say that every time we go out.”

“Alright, fine. You can get the next one.”

Approaching The Three Broomsticks, he grabs the door handle, opening it for you as you both step inside. There’s a knowing twinkle in his eye, and your voice is flat as you give him an unimpressed stare. “You also say that everytime, you liar.”

He laughs heartily as he guides you to a table by the fireplace, leaving you briefly to head to the restroom, shouting at Sirona to not take a galleon from you no matter what. She shakes her head in amusement, making eye contact with you as you roll your eyes at her. You stay put, knowing Garreth would be pouty if he came back to find that you’d gone and purchased the butterbeers anyway. You busied yourself with looking at the paintings on the walls, enjoying the pleasant warmth of the fire as you waited for him.

Suddenly, a tall presence appears beside you, and you turn towards it, assuming it’s Garreth. “Took you long enough. I thought I’d have to-”

Your teasing words die out as you realize the figure beside you is decidedly not Garreth. The unknown man gives you a flirty smile, eyebrows raising slightly at your words. “Oh? You were just waiting for me to come over here, weren’t you? Looks like your wish came true.”

Recoiling from him, you glance around to see if Garreth was on his way back, failing to spot him anywhere. “Oh, I’m sorry, um, I actually thought you were my-”

“What? Boyfriend? Come on now darlin’, no need to be embarrassed.” The man reached out and rested his hand dangerously high up on your thigh. “I’d be happy to take a pretty little thing like you home with m-”

His words are cut off by a large freckled hand clamping down on his shoulder, the fingers squeezing in warning. You look up to see Garreth standing behind him, a friendly smile plastered on his face, his eyes glued to the hand on your leg. “Hey there, friend. If you’d like to keep that hand intact, I suggest you remove it from my spouse’s thigh.”

Your heart flutters at being referred to as Garreth’s spouse, eyes softening at him despite the tense situation. The stranger sneers, turning to look over his shoulder confrontationally, but freezes at the feral look in your boyfriend’s eyes. The friendly smile still stretches across his mouth, but fades a bit as the man stands there paralyzed, hand still firmly in place.

“I won’t ask again.”

The man’s eyes widened at Garreth’s low, dangerous tone, all pleasantries gone from his cadence. The hand is torn from your thigh as the stranger scrambles to get away, spewing apologies as he hastily leaves the tavern. Garreth’s eyes track him the entire time, only turning back to you after the doors swing shut. He leans down, planting a possessive kiss on your lips as he places his hand on your thigh, exactly where the man’s had been. “You ok, sweetheart?”

Nodding, you let him kiss you again. “Fine, my love, thank you.”

He hums in acknowledgement, hand stroking your leg idly. “Good. I hope it didn’t ruin the mood for you. Still want that drink?”

You nod again, and Garreth turns to, very loudly and obviously, shout at Sirona again. “Sirona! A butterbeer for my lovely spouse, if you’d be so kind.”

She shakes her head again, having witnessed Garreth chase the unknown man out, amused at the warning aimed at the other patrons. Garreth hears you giggle at him, turning back to you with a half-smile and a cocked eyebrow.

“We’re not married, my love.”

He scoffs playfully at you, grabbing your left hand and bringing it to his lips, kissing your ring finger. “Not at the moment, but if you think for one second we’re not getting married, we might need to take a trip to St. Mungos to get your head checked.”

Your heart swoons. Garreth sends you a wink before walking to the bar for your drinks, eyes narrowed as he glares at the other patrons, daring them to try something. You watch him go, gaze lingering on those broad shoulders, almost drooling as he leans his forearms on the counter to chat with Sirona a moment. You feel a bit hot under the collar, thinking about how territorial he’d been only moments before, and itch to get him alone, growing slightly impatient with the wait.

—-------

You’d wandered back to the castle sometime after dark, heading straight to the Room of Requirement for a late dinner, courtesy of Deek. Thanking the kind elf, you told him to take the night off, promising at his insistence, that you’d call for him if needed. You weren’t exactly sure what house elves did in their spare time, but Deek seemed excited as he bid you both goodnight.

Blankets and pillows had been piled in front of the fire, dinner and drinks already laid out and waiting for your return. Music played softly from a record player in the corner, the two of you dancing to it slowly once you’d eaten.

Laying your head on Garreth’s chest, you release a content sigh, swaying back and forth as you listen to him hum to the music quietly. Eventually, you end up back on the floor, cuddled up in front of the crackling fire. Garreth lay behind you, arms pulling you tight against him, so that no space remained. You unconsciously drew lazy hearts on his hand with your finger, bringing a small smile to his face.

“I was serious, you know.”

Your fingers continue their idle tracing, even as you give him your full attention. “About what, my love?”

His arms tighten slightly, trying to pull you closer. “Marrying you.”

Laughing lightly, a teasing smile appears on your lips. “I certainly hope so, otherwise, the wedding invitations I’ve already sent out would be incredibly embarrassing.”

He chuckles at you, propping himself up on an elbow and bringing his knuckles to caress your cheek as you look up at him. A soft smile rests on his face, eyes hooded as he gazes at you, memorizing your features for a moment before speaking.

“You make me so happy.”

His words are whispered, private, but he might as well have screamed them with how loudly they echoed in your ears. Your eyes instantly tear up as you look at him, his face filled with so much love and devotion it becomes hard to breathe. He notices your teary eyes and uses his fingers to catch each drop, shushing you with quiet apologies, brows furrowed. “Hey, hey, hey I’m sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

Garreth leans down, kissing your tears away, thumb rubbing your jaw with soothing strokes. Your hand comes up and grabs his wrist tenderly, halting his delicate kisses as he gazes back at you. Your eyes dart around his face a moment, taking in every lovely detail before parting your mouth, words watery as they escape your lips.

“I can’t wait to marry you.”

Garreth sucks in a sharp breath, wasting no time in planting his lips passionately on yours. He kisses you deliberately, pouring all his love into the slow slide of his mouth, making sure you feel how much he needs you.

Loving kisses quickly turn hungry, Garreth climbing over you to slot himself between your legs, lips never parting from you. Both of your hands find his hair, fingers tightening at the slow roll of his hips, pulling a groan from his chest. He drags his hardening cock along your center purposefully, as he licks into your mouth, grazing your bottom lip sensually with his teeth. Whimpering, your hips roll to meet him, the slow delicious grind making your head dizzy.

Capturing your wrists, he pins them above your head with one hand, while the other starts a slow exploration across your skin. His fingers expertly undo each button of your blouse, achingly slow, teasing your flesh with the slight brush of his fingers as he pops each one. Your hands strain against him as you gasp desperately into his mouth, silently begging him to go faster, but he continues his maddening pace despite it all.

Garreth doesn’t unbutton your top fully, stopping when there’s just enough room to pull the pieces apart and expose your chest. He says nothing as he moves to forge a blazing trail down your neck, kissing and licking his way to a sensitive nipple, giving it a languid swipe with his tongue. You curse quietly, back arching off the floor towards his scorching mouth, wanting him to give you more.

He pays equal attention to both nipples, sucking at them intermittently, spurred on by the constant choruses of ‘yes’ and ‘please’ spilling mindlessly from your lips. Pulling away slightly, his mouth hovers over your chest as he looks up at you, green eyes devouring your needy expression.

“What’re you asking for, sweetheart?”

You can feel his breath ghosting over your nipple, still wet from his saliva, and it rips a quiet wail from your throat. “Anything! Anything you want.”

Garreth pauses a moment, gazing at you in wicked consideration. “Anything I want?”

Your hips roll desperately on their own at the animalistic tone in his voice, chest heaving as you throw your head back on the floor, nodding wildly. Garreth crawls his way up to you, eyes focused, muscles flexing as he leans down to purr directly in your ear.

“I want to taste you.”

A kiss lands on your jaw.

“Can I do that?”

Sobbing, your hips rut against him. “Fuck yes.”

He hums in approval, releasing your wrists as he makes his slow journey south, savoring every inch of skin he can get his mouth on. Hands free, your fingers grip the blankets underneath you tightly, needing something to ground you. Your bottoms are removed from you with ease, leaving you in only your half buttoned top, the fabric grazing your overly sensitive skin.

Garreth settles himself between your legs, eyes drinking you in, a soft moan escaping him at the sight of you. “So fucking pretty.”

Teeth scrape the inside of your thigh as he nips at you, placing an apologetic kiss over the small hurt. He looks absolutely sinful between your legs, his lips kissing the skin reverently, but never placing them where you needed.

“You know-” The maddening press of his mouth continues even as he speaks. “-that note you sent me the other day has been on my mind.”

Another nip, followed by a soothing kiss. “You really shouldn’t send me things like that in public, sweetheart.”

His tongue comes out to lick a long stripe, so, so close to where you needed it. “Telling me how much you like my shoulders, how pretty your legs would look over them…do you know what that did to me?”

Fingers clamped down on your hips to prevent you from moving, as Garreth gets a predatory look in his eye, his teeth sinking in a bit deeper. “After enduring your relentless teasing, watching you run away from me all day? Do you know how hard it was to maintain a conversation, when all I wanted to do, was tear your clothes off and devour you in the middle of the fucking hall?”

Frustrated tears gathered in your eyes, watching the wicked pleasure Garreth got from leaving you hanging, pleading for any scrap he would give you. He hovered right over your most sensitive spot, staring at your desperate face.

“How could you be so cruel to me?”

His breath ghosted over you gently, but it sent you bucking wildly against his hands, wailing loudly enough the whole school could probably hear you. “My love, please!”

“…Well, since you asked so nicely.”

Garreth finally put his mouth on you, tongue laving at you as an appreciative groan tore out of his chest. Throwing your head back, you practically scream his name as he sucks on you. Your hands fly to his hair, gripping it tightly, unsure if they wanted to push him away or pull him closer. Not that you had much choice, now that Garreth had his mouth on you, it would be a hard fight to get him off, the redhead moaning almost as much as you.

His eyes rolled back in his head as he devoured you, a string of praises flowing out of his mouth whenever he came up for air. “You taste so fucking good. Merlin, I needed this.”

You were so close, and he knew you were so close, growling as he egged you on, demanding you cum. “I know it’s in there. I can feel it. It’s mine. Give it to me.”

Suddenly, you felt him shove two fingers inside you, and you completely fell apart. Your orgasm rocked through you, cumming so hard it almost hurt. You could only sob his name, body shaking violently as he worked you through it, fingers barely moving with how tight you were squeezing him.

It felt like hours until you started to come down, Garreth’s tongue lapping at you lazily as his fingers continue to pump in and out slowly. You try to push his head away from your sensitive center, but he refuses to budge, looking up at you with a devilish glint in his eye. “Oh, you thought we were done? Sorry, sweetheart, I haven’t had my fill of you yet.”

He puts his mouth back on you, ignoring your cries of oversensitivity. You try to wiggle away from him, but he pulls you back, laying an arm across your hips to hold you down. “Where the hell do you think you’re going? Don’t you dare try to run from me.”

Garreth’s pace is punishing, driving you to the edge as quickly as possible. You had tears running down your face from the overstimulation, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it, that’s why you’d purposefully drive him out of his mind. Of course he knew, he knew you loved this. Knew you wanted him to make you cum over, and over, and over again. Knew you’d never be satisfied with just one orgasm, so he kept going, ignoring your showy attempts at stopping him.

Your hands pushed his head as close to you as they could, chanting his name until your voice was raw, his unrelenting ministrations pushing you over the edge once more. Mind whiting out, your chest heaved with sobs, Garreth removing himself from you once you’d come down.

Crawling up your body, he places gentle kisses into your skin, running his hands over you soothingly. Quiet praises were spoken into your skin, your body relaxing and becoming pliant under his touch. “So good. You did so good for me. I love you so much.”

Garreth settles himself on top of you, letting his weight ground you as he brings you back to earth. You can feel his aching cock resting between your legs, neglected, and you muster just enough energy to rock your hips against him, earning a hiss in return.

He lets you rock against him, chuckling breathlessly into your hair. “You sure, sweetheart? Got one more in there for me?”

Too tired to form actual words at the moment, you simply nod at him, moaning slightly as he begins to grind back. Pushing himself up, he doesn’t even bother undressing, only pulling his trousers down enough to free his flushed cock. Impatient to be inside you. Lining himself up, he pushes in slowly, panting heavily at the feel of you. He runs his hands up and down your thighs comfortingly, stilling once he’s fully seated. “You ok, my love? Need a second?”

Shaking your head, you wiggle your hips as best you can, wanting him to feel as good as he makes you feel. He laughs breathlessly, petting your hips as he starts grinding into you. “It’s alright, sweetheart. You don’t have to do anything. I know you’re tired. Just relax and let me take care of you, ok?”

He fucks you languidly, savoring the drag of his cock as he moves, content to prolong his pleasure as long as you’ll let him. You can see the adoration in his eyes as he looks down at you, proud to have made you an absolute wreck. Desire starts to build back up in your chest, a familiar ache in your core causing you to moan louder, muscles tensing in anticipation.

“Yeah, my love? What do you need? Need me to go faster?”

You can do little more than nod at him, whining needily as his hips begin to snap forward, eager to give you what you wanted. He fell forward onto his elbows, the new angle driving his cock deeper, pushing right up against that spot inside you. Your fingers clawed at his back, spurring him on, desperate for you to finish on him.

“Come on, sweetheart. Give me one more.”

Garreth tucked his face into your neck, wrapping both his arms under your lower back, helping angle you just a bit more. It had you seeing stars, and the grinding of his cock combined with his breathless pleas in your ear had you tumbling over the edge for the third time that night. Garreth swore loudly and snapped his hips forward a few more times before spilling inside of you, twitching as you convulsed around him.

You both lay there in a daze, remaining connected, just enjoying the afterglow. You ran your fingers through his hair, kissing his temple repeatedly as you professed your love.

Laying boneless on top of you, you wondered if he’d fallen asleep, his breathing slow and even. That is, until he lifts his head just enough to kiss you gently. He rubs his nose against yours delicately, taking you in as you lay together.

“How are you feeling, my love? Everything ok? All done?”

Pausing, you take stock of your body, waiting a moment before answering. “Mmmmm…I think I’d like one more.”

Huffing in amusement, Garreth kisses you again, just feeling you against him, unhurried. “I knew it. Insatiable thing.”

He kissed you a few more times, before pulling away to whisper mischievously against your lips, a delighted smile gracing his handsome face.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

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I've been doing battle with my internet all day to get this up for Lynxmas. I would not be bested!! I refused and I persevered!! So a very happy birthday from me and the rowdy 11 year olds to our favorite barwench humble forest cat @lynxindisguise!!

There’s a peculiar shuffle to sharing one’s room, a frenzy of activity when it comes to four boys squashed into a rather small circular dorm that puts Remus—not only used to the solitude of his own little cottage bedroom, but raised without so much as a single other child his own age for at least ten miles in each direction—decidedly on edge.

It’s a continuation of the chaos from the welcoming feast, where the newly-sorted Gryffindor boys had quickly found their stride and accompanying role in the ecosystem. James and Sirius, no longer competing over who could eat more chicken thighs but still loudly trying to one-up each other’s boasts about feats of accidental magic. Peter, scrabbling to get a word in while his eyes gleamed with excitement each time one of them noticed. And Remus, the impulse to join in the fun warring with Dad’s gentle word of warning before he climbed on the train earlier in the day—can’t be too careful, lad.

He pushes that to the side, focusing instead on finding his plush grindylow Raccoon at the bottom of his trunk. It’s a poor replacement for Jeff, the very real grindylow who lives at the bottom of his garden pond and who he already misses something fierce—and he is not going to let the other boys see that he brought a stuffed animal with him to school, thank you very much—but still. It helps to know that Raccoon’s there. It helps to know he'll have at least one friend at school.

Because Peter’s nice, but he and James are already friends from growing up, and Sirius and James… Well, he supposes they mean well, but with their shining black shoes and posh accents and the way they barrel loud and bright through a conversation like nothing in the world could touch them, Remus can’t help but be intimidated. For Merlin’s sake, Sirius has silver monogrammed cufflinks on the sleeves of his school uniform. Even if Remus does manage the courage to ever string more than two words together in front of his new dormmates, he can’t imagine they’d ever want to be friends with someone like him.

There’s a flash then, followed by a bang, and Remus becomes briefly distracted by a whirling firework escaping from James’s trunk. There’s laughter at that, a slight salve to his fluttering, nervous gut when the other boy winks at him from behind square-frame glasses, but then James turns back to say something to Sirius instead and stops. He gapes.

“Why are you wearing a dress?”

“It’s not a dress,” Sirius sniffs, looking affronted at the very idea. “It’s a nightshirt.”

Well, whatever it is Sirius has changed into while the rest of them weren’t paying attention, it certainly looks like a dress. It’s white, and ankle-length, and buttoned all the way up to just beneath his chin. Also, it’s frilly. Very frilly. If anything, it looks like something out of Ma’s old and battered copy of A Christmas Carol, like he should really have a long nightcap and candleholder to go with it.

Remus can’t help it. He snorts.

Sirius snaps his gaze over, steel grey eyes boring holes into him, and Remus wants to melt into the floor beneath his feet. “Well, what do you wear to sleep, then, if it’s so funny?” he snaps.

“Not my gran’s nightie,” Remus replies, feeling he ought to be congratulated, actually, on such a witty remark. Only Sirius’s eyes flash at that, and immediately his jaw clamps jaw shut.

But then James is cackling, and Sirius seems to take in his new dormmates for the first time since they all began changing for bed. James, in a vest and Quidditch shorts. Peter, in a matching set of broomstick-patterned pyjamas. Remus, in a pair of joggers and the oversized green jumper that still smells like Dad. A red flush creeps up Sirius’s pale cheeks. “Oh.”

It occurs to Remus then, that this wasn’t at all what he wanted, either. He didn’t want to make Sirius feel bad about it. He hadn’t wanted to embarrass him.

So it’s a poor offering, maybe, but he finds himself digging out another jumper—orange, this time, but a nice soft one, and not too oversized or nubby—and says, “D’you want to borrow it?”

A moment passes, then two, and then Sirius is smiling wide. “Cheers, Lupin,” he says, a shine in his eyes of something Remus doesn’t quite know how to place.

In future days he’ll come to understand that that look is the surefire sign of Sirius about to do something that’s not the done thing—not by pureblood standards, anyway, whatever the hell those are. All he knows right now is that Sirius isn’t yelling at him—or worse, ignoring him—and then James is throwing an extra pair of Quidditch shorts at Sirius’s face and saying no one wants to see his skivvies, and then Peter is breaking out a massive bag of Bertie Bott’s to share, and maybe it turns out that Remus can have friends, actually, after all.

#remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #peter pettigrew #wolfstar if you squint #baby pre wolfstar anyway #my fic #lynx tag

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Honourable Defeat

Harry bumped his hip into the chest of drawers in the usual place he normally bumped it. The corridor was narrow, but that wasn’t the problem: from this spot you could see into the living room, and on the rug was a sight so fucking impossible Harry normally lost a bit of, er. Focus. No, he had to focus, because he was carrying two cups of very-very hot tea (Draco doesn’t take it unless it can seriously damage his tongue). Had to focus, because this would be happening a lot now, every day even. Grinning, buzzing with all this giddy—excitement—bumping into the cabinet too, whatever, breathlessly spilling into the room.

“Hello there,” said a voice so soft that Harry had to spit out, “Malfoy. Malfoys.”

To the lump on the rug, wrapped in blue, sticky-smile smeared all across his face and a tuft of blond hair in his fist.

“Darling,” Draco said, half a laugh and half a cry, and Harry didn’t know if he meant him or the baby before, “sweetheart, that rather hurts. Ow. Please, if you wouldn’t mind.”

Scorpius must have minded, because all he did was giggle. Looked up at Harry, sharing the incredulity, probably, the absolute gob-smacking heart-crushing delight at seeing Draco like this. Sprawled on the floor in his crisp trousers and vest still buttoned, his face soft with laughter. Harry—erm. Was, erm. Not invincible.

“What?” Draco cried, or demanded, looking up at Harry now with that terrible smile, “not you, too? I was looking forward to having a conversation with at least one intelligent adult today.”

“The meeting,” Harry groaned. “They didn’t approve your request?”

Draco sighed, rolled so he lay on his back, hair still caught in Scorp’s fist. “No. It seems that adding a nursery is simply not feasible for the company at this time. The board suggested I gave up my position.”

“And?”

He snorted. “And nothing. I spent the afternoon trying to teach Scorpius how to curse. Nothing severe, maybe just jelly-legs, or, calling our CEO a bloody wanker would be nice.”

“Draco!” dropping to his elbows, helplessly drawn closer, “is that the kind of language—”

“Oh come on, Potter, he’s not even one. He doesn’t know what the word means.”

He smelled like Scorp’s lavender shampoo. His eyes, when they landed on Harry, grey and warm. “What?” Harry asked, voice thick with a smile, and Draco shook his head, then winced.

“Ow—Merlin’s sake, Scorp, you have the grip of a giant. Hey, maybe he’d end up a Catcher.” Turning back to Harry, the tiniest movement, “I thought you went to make tea?”

The cups were cooling on the table. “Forget tea, we’re not rooting for our son ending up a Catcher.”

“Any position in a Quidditch team,” Draco said in his dry tone, but his whole face lit up like a spark, making Harry hear what he actually said, making him—choke on something in his throat. “It’s the game that matters, Harry.”

“The game,” he agreed nonsensically. “Draco—”

“We’ll have to find a solution, of course. For the nursery situation. Now that my bloody wanker of a boss made taking Scorp to work impossible.”

Scorpius made a bright sound, something like laughter, and both of them turned to him, this little lump of a smiling face. “Well done, my love,” Draco cooed, and Harry—erm—didn’t cry or anything, but he did make a sort of sniffling sound, “Smith is a bloody wanker, hmm?”

“Draco!” Harry squealed, and he looked back with a devilish grin.

“Apologies. I wouldn’t want to teach… our son such language.”

They lay just lay there for a moment. Draco’s chest going with Harry’s rhythm, up, down, and this thing on his face, uncertain and—happy. Harry took his hand.

“Exactly. I’d expect you on your best behaviour from now on, Malfoy.”

“Of course,” with a flutter of those endless lashes. Scooting a touch closer on the rug. It carried the table, the one with the tea, another possible future disaster: Harry didn’t care about this either.

“Come here,” hand behind Draco’s head, another hand coming to cup his cheek. “You gorgeous, silly thing.”

“Harry,” half a moan, half a whisper, and his eyes closing, delicate lashes on Harry’s face, mouth coming up for a kiss. “Ha—ow!” and then started laughing, hysterical waves of it, loud in Harry’s ear: “Scorp, love, you have to let go, ha ha, ow, that really does, ha, hurt, you scoundrel,” and Harry was laughing too, was weak, in fact, in the centre of his core was weak for this, was defeated.

“You two,” he mumbled, swallowed, are my whole heart, a little frightened and deliriously overjoyed. On the rug, Scorp continued making nonsensical sounds, and Harry and Draco kept laughing.

(Flufftober day 17. Find the soft AO3 collection here).

#drarry fic #fluff #so much fluff oh god #raising scorp #flufftober2023 #prompt: Encouraging someone to achieve a goal #but make it... yeah i mean sort of #scorpius malfoy #as: a precious bean #rockingrobin69 #800 words

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bruises and quiet aches — ominis gaunt x fem!reader x sebastian sallow Part II

Part I here ❤︎ Part III here ❤︎

Cue Sebastian Sallow ˚∗✴︎ Hold on tight, spidermonkeys, it's an angsty one – but there is some kissing in the end to make up for it B) pray forgive me

Let me know if you'd like a third part ❤︎

plot summary: older ominis gaunt x fem!reader x Sebastian sallow

Ominis helps you patch up your wound but it turns out it's more difficult than you thought it would be. The tensions are tangible and both of you are trying to ease into each other's presences again after having been away for so long – wanting to be closer but not feeling warranted that freedom since you walked away from it. Just when you thought it was only the two of you, Sebastian appears. His anger with you is palpable and he puts you on the spot for having left them behind. How will it all end?

warnings: recommended 18+ but nothing explicit in this one, mentions of blood and pain from wounds, angsty, swearwords, slow burn, kissing

His office was colossal; a well-kept, tidy library full of relics, neatly stacked in rows. You ogled the room, amazed by it. Shelfs stacked with books traveled from floor up high until it reached the rounded ceiling with intricate patterns. It felt as if you’d keel over as you bent your neck upwards to look at it all. ”Merlin, Ominis.” you mumbled, mostly to yourself, but making Ominis clench his jaw at the sound of his name softly leaving your lips. ”Sit.” he suddenly spoke, pointing at the desktop in the middle of the room — waisting no time. You looked at him and his outstretched arm. He sighed. ”Or bleed out.” he muttered. He wasn’t happy with you, that much was clear, but he was happy you were there, you could feel it linger beneath his prim, proper and stern exterior. ”I’m just… in awe.” you answered, looking at him now and not the room. He sighed again before heading towards a wall of cabinets on the other side of the room. You removed your robe, laying it in a neat pile on the floor not wanting blood on his furniture. You looked at your blood soaked vest and shirt and muttered to yourself. Merlin, pray for me — this is going to hurt, you whispered to yourself before you began to unbutton your shirt that grasped onto your skin. Ominis felt himself tense up at the sound of you undoing your clothes behind him — his ears perked at your soft and subdued whimpers of pain. His hand grasped onto one of the cabinets shelfs as you keened more loudly while peeling your shirt off the irritated cavity on your skin. He knew it was wrong of him to react the way he was to you being in pain, but your whimpers and gasps tugged at something within him that he’d kept at bay for several years — itching at his brain, making him feel positively starved. He had to pause slightly to take a deep breath before continuing his search for the orange paste he was after. Somewhat more tousled than before.

You propped yourself up on the desk, gasping slightly at the impact piercing through your wound. Even if you sat there with your shirt unbuttoned, pulled right open, chest exposed, bra showing — you felt more relaxed than ever. Ominis only returned to you after you had gone quiet. His mouth had grown incredibly dry and his cheeks were much redder than before. He looked slightly disheveled and tense. You couldn’t help but blush as you looked at him. He made you feel ten times lighter. He swiftly pulled out a stool and sat himself down in front of you, his head now slightly lower than yours. His pale eyes rested on the space behind you as he breathed out slowly. ”So, what happened?” he asked, sincerely. ”Bad swordsmanship.” you answered, grinning at yourself, looking down at the open wound. ”Or, perhaps, good swordsmanship… since they got me…” you changed your answer, pondering your own joke as your gaze wondered upwards towards the intricate ceiling. You hissed madly as Ominis touched your waist where the wound began. First you felt the ache flashing through your body, but then you could only focus on Ominis’ soft fingertips against the skin on your waist, burning it gently. He looked concentrated as he evaluated the severity of your injury. You could only admire him in front of you and all his little idiosyncrasies: the way his dark eyebrows curved above his eyes, the contrast between his raven eyelashes against his mist-filled eyes, the muscles pulling at his jaw, the beauty spots creating constellations on his skin, the slight tug at his lip. The air suddenly felt heavier as you studied him. Your breathing slowed down, steadying itself with the rhythm of Ominis’. He hummed quietly before pulling his hand back and getting up on his feet again. His hands reached to the hem of his trousers as he started to unbuckle his belt. You choked on your own breath that quickened again. A scorching fire burned both your lips and cheeks. ”What in merlins - What are - What are you doing?” you mumbled, incredibly flustered and utterly bewildered to what was going on. Ominis looked at you as if you were being immature as he continued to remove his belt from his trousers. ”Why are you - What in merlins name do you think you’re doing?” you repeated, slightly more agitated this time. You felt your stomach flip at the sight of his hands around the buckle of his belt. He couldn’t help but tug a little at his lips hearing you become so nervous. ”You’ll need something to bite down on.” he finally spoke, matter-of-factly. ”And you’re not ruining any of my books.” he added, dragging his belt from his trousers with a swift whip. ”It’s going to hurt.” he finished, before sitting back down and holding his belt in the air between the both of you. ”I’ll be fine.” you promptly spoke, looking at him still red flushed — and a slightly inflated ego. Ominis was going to insist, but he was still angry and annoyed at you — angry at you for having left, annoyed at you for being so proud. ”Alright… Have it your way.” he answered, raising his eyebrows. He put some orange paste in his palm while you leaned back slightly, resting on your arms so that Ominis had a better reach to your waist. He hovered his hand above the wound and turned his head towards you. He was going to ask you if you were ready, that you should perhaps steady yourself, but decided not to. You saw all of this play out in his mind before he promptly pressed his hand on top of your wound.

Something pulled out the air from your lungs. Reeling from the pain you threw your head backwards. It felt as if a scorching fire burned from your waist, up your chest and into your brain, destroying everything in its way. It felt as if something clawed at your throat, wanting out.

Your legs kicked up at the pain, making Ominis place his free hand on your thigh, pressing it down with his weight in order to keep you still. You whined loudly. ”O-OM-inis!” you managed to cry out, biting down, grinding your teeth together. Tears had already started to cloud your eyes, slowly slipping down your cheek. You could barely breathe. Suddenly the sensation vanquished as Ominis lifted his hand. He was still facing you, even redder than before. You panted on top of the desk. He didn’t need to say anything — you grabbed ahold of his belt beside you and bit down hard. Ominis’ hand returned to your wound.

After a few minutes of excruciating pain that felt like a lifetime, Ominis gently dragged his hand off of you. At this point you were fully spread across his desk, eyes closed, fingers digging into the stacks of papers, your back sweaty against his desktop. You were crying. It had hurt really, really bad. As you heaved lightly for air, trying to return to reality, you heard Ominis say something. You couldn’t hear what it was but you suddenly heard another voice other than Ominis’ answer him, which made you sober up. Slightly anxious you forced your eyes open as you tried to quickly bend upwards, only to whine again. ”Easy.” Ominis spoke, moving closer to you. You huffed out a breath, winching at the soreness of your body. You heard Ominis walk past you to some other place in the room, scavenging between bottles and herbs. You pried your eyes open, willing your eyelids to part. Your sight was foggy from sweat and fatigue. Hazily, you tried to look for Ominis only to see a dark-dressed lean figure standing a couple of meters from where you laid on the table, looking straight at you with dark eyes. ”Sebastian?” you mumbled quietly and very unsurely.

You squeezed your eyes at him — thinking it might be a mirage in the state you were in, but he didn’t vanish. He just stood there, silently, looking at you with his arms crossed. You thought you’d faint. You actually thought you would. So, you had to lay back down closing your eyes, trying to find a rhythm to your breathing. Sebastian remained quiet as he stood gazing at his former best friend and her exposed chest that rose up and down, the sweat on her skin glistening in the light of the room. Laying there for a little while you couldn’t help but grow anxious to how quiet it was. Every now and then they whispered something, but Ominis made Sebastian fall silent.

You felt a hand gently grab ahold of your knee. ”Here.” Ominis spoke softly. ”Drink this.” You opened your eyes, your breathing finally having settled a little. Ominis stood between your legs at the desk as he held a tiny little glass filled with a lilac liquid, glowing lightly. You tried to push yourself up the table but felt incredibly weak after what had just happened. You huffed, irritated at yourself, whining again as you pushed too hard too quickly. Ominis’ free hand grabbed ahold of your upper arm as he helped you, holding you up with his firm hand so that you could steady yourself. ”Thanks.” you whispered, before your shaky hand took the tiny glass from his hand and swung the liquid back into your mouth. It tasted sweet. He had put something in it to make it taste better for you. You felt weirdly faint at the tender act. ”Thanks.” you repeated, looking up as he hovered right next to you. His other hand now rose to your cheeks, covered in sweat, before he placed the back of his hand on your forehead. You swooned at his quiet affection. He hummed. ”You’re burning up.” he spoke quietly. ”That should make you feel better in a little while.” he added, also feeling rather shaken after having witnessed you in such pain.

Your eyes were pulled to the tall shadow radiating acrimony. A sullen-looking Sebastian stood staring at you shivering on Ominis’ desk. You both just looked at each other. Well, you looked at him, he glared at you. You couldn’t quite understand why — if it was the excruciating pain you had just experienced, his annoyed, snobbish look, or his overall cold approach, but he made you feel madly frustrated. You huffed, a low and quiet laugh leaving your chest dancing across the air to where he stood. The laugh made you winch a little as it pulled at your waist, as if punishing you.

”Fancy seeing you here.” you muttered, clearly directed at Sebastian even though you spoke it into Ominis’ chest as he was still standing in front of you. It was something the two of you used to say to each other whenever you met at, should we say, rather nefarious locations during your Hogwarts years. You felt Sebastian’s eyes roll at you and heard a hefty sigh leave his lips as he charged. ”No.” he muttered, before he laughed somewhat deliriously. Both you and Ominis turned your gazes towards him. He was still glaring at you. ”You think you can waltz in here and act as if everything is fine — so innocent, in peril… That might work on Ominis…” he scoffed — keeping your eyes on him. Ominis snorted at the last part before shaking his head slightly. ”It’s just…perfect, all of it. Bravo.” Sebastian continued through gritted teeth. Your eyes faltered down towards the wooden floor, shame flushing back to you and overthrowing whatever irritation he first invoked. He was angry with you. ”I’m sorry.” you whispered where you sat, tail between your legs. ”Hm?” Sebastian bit back, quickly. ”I can’t quite hear you.” he added mockingly, even though he heard you the first time. You looked up again as your eyebrows bowed to him. ”I’m sorry, Sebastian.” you spoke, slightly louder. ”Oh, you’re sorry.” he spoke, feigning empathy. ”Well, then everything’s tip-top, dandy, good as new!” he added. Your gaze faltered again. It was difficult to face their reactions even though they were justified. ”You can do better than that, y/n. Come on.” he quietly threw at you. ”I expected more.” he added. ”But, then again, I’ve learned that I shouldn’t expect anything at all from you. Should I?” he finished, slicing your heart right open. You nodded slowly where you sat. Ominis heaved out a sigh. ”Easy, Sebastian.” he spoke to his friend. ”Perhaps, this isn’t the pla-” he continued before being cut off. ”Place?” Sebastian questioned him, laughing hysterically again. ”No, you’re absolutely right… Let her run away for another few years and then we can, perhaps, just maybe, get some answers to why she abandons her friends, ignores them, runs away…” he trailed off. Ominis sighed before he stepped away from you, placing himself somewhere in the middle. ”I never meant to hurt you.” you spoke, meekly. A single teardrop fell from your eye, slowly falling down before it crashed against the floor, shattering. Sebastian had a hard time being resolute in the fact he swore to himself that he’d never forgive you for abandoning him when he needed his friends the most, when he needed you, close to him. Every fiber in him wanted to erase the space in between you now. He wanted to wipe your tears of your face, hold you close and never, ever let you go — but he was too proud, and too hurt to do that.

By the time of your last semester at Hogwarts the boys and you had grown incredibly close. You were practically family to each other, but there was something, unspoken, unexpressed, that always lingered in the air that made it clear that you were more than that. You had always been careful not to tread too close to whatever it was since your friendship was too important to waste on feeble teenage hormones, but one evening you slipped straight into its abyss never to return. One drunken night you had kissed not only one of them, but both of them, on separate occasions — and after that, it continued in secrecy — in empty loo’s, classrooms, the undercroft… Neither of them knew you were kissing the other. You didn’t have the heart to tell them — and more selfishly, you didn’t want to choose. Alas, all good things must come to an end, and a few day’s before graduation they found out as they started to put the pieces of the puzzle together. They were mad at you for having gone behind their back and asked you what you wanted, who you wanted — to which you froze. Fearing that it would ruin their friendship if you chose one of them, fearing that you’d loose one of them — you chose none, and completely disappeared after graduation. They both tried to get a hold of you until they gave up after a couple years. You thought about them every day. You could never truly get them out of your mind.

”I never wanted to hurt you.” you repeated, quietly. ”I never wanted to choose.” you added. The room fell silent, as if time itself paused to listen. ”I couldn’t.” you spoke before pausing. ”I could never choose between you. I loved you both… Love — Loved… Love. ” you mumbled, very softly, quietly, every word growing smaller. ”So… I left.” you finished. Ominis stood with his head turned towards the floor, listening intently, trying to fathom what it was you were telling them, make sense of it. Sebastian was still looking at you and your head leaning down, afraid to look at them. ”I left in the hopes that your friendship would survive… and it did.” you spoke, laughing quietly. ”You’re still in each other’s life’s… So, I’m happy even if you’re not.” you finished again. ”Are you?” Ominis spoke for the first time in a while. His voice gentle. ”Are you happy?” he added before turning on his heels so that his body was facing you again. You willed yourself to look up at him, at them — both just observing you. ”Sure.” you answered, shrugging slightly. You couldn’t even try to convince yourself that you were. ”Really?” Ominis asked, knowing very well that you were lying. ”No, Ominis.” you spoke, before sighing harshly. ”No, I’m not happy.” you finished. You started to grow more frustrated with each second that passed. ”So, you’re telling us that you left in order to make us happy and you ended up making us all miserable? Is that it?” Sebastian spoke, irritated. ”Sure, if that’s how you’d like to phrase it.” you mumbled. Sebastian snorted as he started pacing where he stood. ”You could have talked to us.” Ominis joined in. ”We would have helped you.” he added. ”No.” you quickly retorted, frowning at him. ”You would have talked me out of it-” you continued before being cut off. ”Of course we would have talked you out of it.” Ominis interfered, sounding stern. ”Of course we would have.” he repeated, as if he wanted to make it very clear. ”And we wouldn’t have forced you to choose either.” he spoke, more softly. ”If you would have talked to us, been honest with us, you would had known that.” Sebastian chipped in, still irritated at you, mad at you, but also irrevocably still madly in love with you. You felt your stomach twirl. ”I just don’t…” you started before falling short on words, air, courage… You looked away from them, resting your eyes on one of the many bookshelf’s surrounding you. You sighed before mustering up som grit. ”I don’t think I could have continued to only be your friend after what happened.” you spoke. ”It would have been too difficult and I didn’t want to be… just your friend.” you continued. You huffed to yourself. ”I know, it’s selfish of me. I know that.” you added. ”And I’m sorry.” you finished. Sebastian felt as if he wanted to crawl out of his own skin. It felt as if something clawed within him, wanting out. ”It is selfish.” he spoke, his voice low.

You turned your head towards Sebastian as soon as you heard him charge against you where you sat. It felt as if your heart leaped up into your throat and you barely had time to catch your breath before his hands cupped your face as he leaned down, crashing his lips against yours. It took a few seconds before you caught up to what was happening and you reached up to place your hands on top of his as you completely melted into his mouth. His tongue was silky-smooth against yours, hot and humid. Your lips moved hungrily against each other, barely pausing for air. You whined against his lips, wanting more, all of him, completely. You could never let him go, you thought. You'd never tread far from them ever again. I promise, you thought, pleading a deal with the gods . The smell of him — musky, herby and slightly citrusy — ingrained itself into your brain. He groaned quietly against you and the sound of him reveberated through your entire body. Movements grew sloppy after some time, lips moving quickly, famished — both of you grew desperate, having waited so-so long. Lost in the moment, Sebastian tried to pull you closer to him, wanting you to completely dissolve into each other. You whimpered quietly against his lips before you gasped quite aggressively, pulling away from the kiss. You wailed as your wound screamed at you. Sebastian released his tight grasp, looking mortified. ”I’m sorry.” he panted in front of you. ”I didn’t mean to.” he mumbled between breaths. You could merely place a hand on his arm as you tried to steady yourself in the pain that coursed through your body.

Suddenly Ominis interfered. ”Perhaps it’s best if we take it a little easy for now? Hm?” he spoke softly.

#ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt x you #ominis x reader #sebastian x mc #ominis gaunt x y/n #ominis x mc #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x reader

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