#garreth x you

[subastian-swallows]

HOGWARTS LEGACY CHARACTERS:

How they would kiss you ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

Sebastian:

Sebastian’s most intimate kisses would be saved for behind locked doors, despite his overly confident nature. Those kisses, the noises you make, are his alone. These kisses, are filled with desperation and an intense need to feel you completely connected with him. He loves you underneath him the most, when you kiss. The power of you being under his control, is something you both enjoy and yet, it’s never too much. He needs to touch you at all times, whether it be simply holding the side of your head, running a finger along the ticklish part of your neck or roaming your body — he needs it.

However, Sebastian isn’t shy. Nor is afraid to show everyone, that you are his and he is yours. So, in more public settings, such as Hogsmeade, the castle halls or more enjoyably — the Great Hall, Sebastian showers you with head, cheek and lip kisses. A big favourite of his, is kissing your hair, especially when he's in a rush and doesn't have long to sit around — but, he never leaves you without a kiss and even if it's an 'awkwardly rushed, slip of his mouth getting caught in your hair' kind of kiss, he always makes sure he gets at least one in.

Ominis:

Ominis' kisses are always intimate. He is a 'shows exactly how much you mean to him, behind closed doors kind of guy' — and prefers to keep his kissing, hidden away from others. Those kisses, are tender and filled with passion, yet, uncertainty. As if, he isn't so sure of himself, but eventually — he grows almost overly confident and bold and suddenly, it's like you've been struck by lightening. Ominis needs to touch you. It's how he connects with you on a deeper level, guiding his fingers constantly along your skin, your lips, your nose, your eyelids — everything. He must touch you. Your lips are his favourite of course and his constant teasing as he traces them, over and over — eventually makes you go wild and you just have to take charge.

Garreth:

Garreth's kisses are constantly filled with laughter, mumbling and hiding his face into the crook of your neck — especially when he snorts by accident and gets embarrassed. Garreth constantly showers you with awkward kisses, often when he tries to scare you in the Great Hall or in the Library — but, it only ever goes wrong, when you're caught. He's always kissing you. Whether it's with his arms wrapped around your shoulders, face hidden against your skin or leaning over you to reach for more ingredients for a potion and stealing a kiss when Professor Sharp isn't looking. Garreth's kisses are mostly sweet, he's a dork at heart — though he's bolder than he looks and eventually at times, he cares little for where you both are and you must swat him away in embarrassment.

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[wedonthaveawhile]

When she says my name.

Garreth Weasley x F!MC (18+)

Garreth finds himself entangled with the heroine of Hogwarts. As their encounters become habit, they devolve into a game of power dynamics and possession.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, possesive!Garreth, dominant!Garrreth, public sex, dirty talk, aged-up characters, unrequited love, pining.

AO3 // Word count: 3k

Garreth picked at the splintered wood on his broom from a recent tussle with a bludger, scanning the courtyard intermittently for any trace of his Quidditch team. Their head of house had recently delivered a stern criticism about their hero complex. Apparently, each member was too focused on personal glory, neglecting the importance of working as a cohesive team.

He eventually detected a figure on a broom, although quickly realised they displayed a level of nimble grace far beyond what he'd expect from one of his lumbering teammates. Hogwarts' resident hero was evidently making a return from one of her mysterious outings.

His eyes swept the courtyard again, a scattering of students strolled across the well-kempt grass, a handful basked in the sun near the fountain, but none he recognised. Thinking about it, Garreth wondered whether he should hang around for this team-building training. It was probably wise, considering he was not only the captain but also the one who had organised the whole thing. However, they were running late, and he had spotted far more appealing company.

Before he could put much more thought into it, he swung his leg over his broomstick and began to silently trail the unsuspecting witch.

He couldn't quite pinpoint when he started noticing her disappearances. He assumed he just hadn't been paying much attention to her whereabouts prior to her inquiry regarding his more 'unobtainable' potions. His tactics hadn't evolved significantly since fifth-year when he’d charmed the newcomer into pilfering Sharp's office for supplies, but he had become far more adept at sneaking around for rare ingredients.

He agreed to assist in whatever scheme she was cooking up, on the condition she helped him obtain the key component. Partly for the benefits of having someone on the lookout for wandering faculty, but mostly because the beloved heroine of Hogwarts could do no wrong. If their covert operation were to be exposed, her involvement would mean the detention time his aunt dished out would be significantly reduced.

They needed snakeweed, which he was fairly certain was cultivated and harvested in the greenhouse. However, Professor Garlick was extremely protective of her plants, requiring their thieving to be done after curfew.

Moonlight wiggled through the twisted tendrils of the countless plants scattered throughout the greenhouse as they dispelled their disillusionment charm and got to work.

"What do you reckon all of this is?" The witch gestured towards a dense blanket covering the harvesting bench, a few neatly folded sheets at one end made it appear like some kind of makeshift bed.

"Perhaps the rumours about Garlick and Kogawa are true. Maybe we've stumbled upon their secret little sex den.” Garreth turned around and playfully wiggled his eyebrows, narrowly avoiding stumbling into a venomous tentacula lurking in the shadows.

She pulled back the cover, unveiling a project in progress—mallowsweet leaves neatly laid out, drying between the two blankets.

"You need to get your mind out of the gutter,” she scoffed, laying the covering back over the golden foliage. “Or you need to get laid.”

"It was a logical assumption," he argued, crouching beneath a table, casting a dim lumos across a collection of small plant pots. "The height of these tables are just right for it."

"Should I ask how you know that?"

She lifted herself onto the table as if testing the height for herself. Garreth smirked as he shifted the pots around with flicks of his wand.

"I’m a warm-blooded male, I'd say I'm an expert in these things."

Spotting a small propagation of snakeweed, he cast a glance over his shoulder to make sure she was keeping a watchful eye on the door. She wasn't. She was perched primly on the edge of the table, legs pressed together from knees to toes.

His eyes roamed across her body, and he realised he had never really had the opportunity to thoroughly check her out. She was like forbidden fruit, always flanked by her two Slytherin gatekeepers. It's not that he hadn't noticed she was attractive, she certainly was. Her feminine figure hinted at subtle signs of muscle earned from days spent sprinting around the castle.

His lusty gaze travelled up to her face, only to discover she had been watching him the entire time. Suppressing the flicker of embarrassment, he instead leaned into his Gryffindor bravery. He grabbed the small pot and approached her, his hips meeting her knees with an intentional bump.

"As promised," he presented her with the delicate plant, his fingers brushing against hers as he handed it over.

"That was easy," she raised the pot to catch the moonlight. Her eyes shifted from the plant to him, and her pupils bloomed. "You've earned yourself a returning customer."

"Splendid," he grinned, wondering whether this meant more after-hour hangouts, a thought that kindled his overactive imagination. "The first one's on the house, the rest might come with a price tag."

“I suppose I’ll have to start saving then. What's your price?”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to make demands beyond your means,” he backtracked, worried she might think he was being serious. “Wouldn’t want to scare off my favourite customer.”

"Snagged the title of the favourite customer without parting with a single penny?” She chuckled lightly, scraping her teeth across her lower lip, “Business must be crawling."

"I prioritise quality over quantity," his eyebrow quirked as he studied her face, purposefully lingering a beat too long on her lips before flitting back to her eyes. "Now, what assets do you bring to the trading table?"

"Let me think," she reclined on her palms. "What do I bring to this specific table..." she emphasised each word with a tap of her nails against the wood, "that a warm-blooded male might find tempting?"

Heat surged through his body, and he began to regret pressing himself up against her legs, there was no way she couldn’t feel his enthusiasm swell against her knees.

“Did I mention it’s one for the price of two?”

She laughed, the sugar-sweet sound tickling his brain and the movement of her body causing her legs to part slightly.

“See, what did I tell you?" he pushed his palms against the table on either side of her thighs as he slotted himself between them. "Perfect height."

"I took your word for it. After all, you're the expert." She gave his tie a tug before running the fabric through her fingers. “Well, so you say...”

"Correct," he answered simply, because the only other words rattling around in his head was an offer to sit on his face, and he was trying really hard to play it cool.

She cocked her head to the side, “Are you going to verify that claim?”

You would have thought they were time-fated lovers, not classroom acquaintances. She had been right. He needed to get laid, and she needed some stress relief. It didn't take long before her skirt was hiked up around her waist and he was showcasing just how perfect the height of the table was. He assured her the greenhouse was soundproof due to the mandrakes, though he wasn't entirely sure if that was true. Frankly, he didn't care. Her unrestrained moaning, nails scraping across the wooden table, heels digging into his back to pull him in deeper—it made a lifetime of detention feel like a minor nuisance.

The saying goes, once is a mistake and twice is a habit, but Garreth wondered when it tipped into addiction. Whenever she was stressed—and fortunately for him, that was often—he found himself happily yanked by his tie into the nearest broom cupboard, beneath the Quidditch stands before one of his matches, by the edge of the lake under a disillusionment charm...

Maybe this time, on the balcony of the highest tower?

That's where she gracefully dismounted her broom. He followed suit, touching down behind her without a sound. Her jumper was splattered with mud down one arm, but for the most part, she was reasonably unscathed which was a rarity. She tugged it over her head to clean it with a quick charm, and he realised the stain bore a suspicious resemblance to a troll's handprint.

He knew she could handle herself, she’d been doing so for almost two years without his observations. Nevertheless, he realised he’d begun to worry about her when she was away.

He cleared his throat.

She whirled around with startled eyes and he muffled her gasp with a kiss. She squirmed for a few seconds, but her resistance crumbled as his thumbs glided up her neck, tracing delicate patterns under her ears.

He wasn't certain if she was doing the pulling or if he was doing the pushing, but somehow her back ended up crashing against the wall. Her fingers wove through his hair as his lips tore from hers and latched onto the sensitive skin of her throat.

“You scared the shit out of me,” she landed a weak thump on his bicep.

"You look like you lost a fight with a swamp," he mumbled against her skin, his hands wandering down to her hips.

"I'll have you know, I beat that swamp fair and square."

A ghost of a laugh dispersed across her neck, "I like the thought of watching you mud-wrestle. Let me come with you next time."

“Or you could come in me now?”

It was an obvious deflection tactic, but he gladly took the bait. His kisses grew forceful as he began to nip at her exposed skin.

“You better not be leaving marks, Weasley.”

He grumbled in protest against the light pink blotch he had begun to work into her throat. Something in the primal recesses of his mind itched to brand her. He wanted his lips stained on her skin, regardless of wherever or whoever she was with when she was gone.

"What if they're out of sight?" His fingers danced against her neck as he worked on undoing her tie, it fluttered to the ground before he finished asking for permission.

She withdrew her wand and uttered the incantation for a protective charm to shield their misdeeds from any potential spectators. He took that as consent, leaving a trail of wet kisses down her chest as he unbuttoned her shirt.

"Where have you been?" he probed before his teeth dug into the plump flesh above her breasts. It had been nearly nine days since their last encounter, easily their longest dry spell in the two months since their greenhouse tryst.

"None of your business," She hooked her fingers into his trousers to pull him closer, trying to find some friction.

"I want it to be.”

"Tough shit, Weasley,” her voice faltered as he hiked her skirt up around her waist.

“Garreth,” he reprimanded.

She only called him by his first name when they were fucking. He was certain she’d been deliberately conditioning him with it. If he teased her too vigorously in class all she had to do was say, "Shut it, Garreth," and he'd have to discreetly conceal his excitement for the next ten minutes. She made him dumb, plain and simple.

"You'll have to earn that," she purred, licking a trail along his neck that made his gut twist taut.

He scooped her up, spinning her around until she perched on the balcony's banister. A yelp escaped her as she teetered on the concrete edge, arms instinctively wrapping around his neck.

“I want to feel this tomorrow,” she popped open his buttons to speed up the process, “Please?"

“I've got you," he assured, feeling her pulse thunder against his chest as he positioned himself between her thighs. One hand supported her back, while the other fumbled to unclasp his belt.

It was difficult to recall how he'd ever got aroused before she came along. The way she demanded and begged all at once sent his brain spinning. "Say please again," he whispered, nipping her lower lip as he moved her soaked underwear to the side and positioned himself at her entrance. "I like it when you ask nicely."

"Pretty please?" she simpered before kissing him, her tongue eagerly seeking his.

He swallowed her moan as he pushed himself into her, she felt better than he remembered. Tight, hot, and quivering as he gave her everything he had. He loosely wrapped his fingers around her throat, and she whined against his mouth, her head tilting back as her eyes fluttered shut. He tightened his grip, her own hands scrambling at his waist to encourage him deeper.

He pulled her close by the small of her back with one arm, maintaining his grip on her neck with the other, aligning her to accommodate all of him. With each thrust, she bit down on the flesh of his shoulder as he bottomed out.

So, it was fine when she left a mark. He'd certainly remember that.

“You feel so fucking good, Garreth-”

A fractured cry fell from her lips as he pounded into her because his name had floated off her tongue like a prayer, causing something inside him to shatter, like it always did. Defining the constantly shifting dynamic between them was impossible, but it was addicting - He always found himself craving a little more than what he was getting.

“Who do you belong to?”

Garreth threaded his fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck, tugging her head up to look him in the eyes. She regarded him with a dizzy stare but remained silent. He began to slow down, and she instinctively bucked her hips to maintain some friction as her building orgasm began to ebb away.

“I said, who do you belong to?”

She wasn't his, they were both aware of that. This was never more than a matter of convenient timing and a means of stress relief. Nonetheless, he took pleasure in the hold he had over the most formidable witch of their generation. The witch with unwavering principles and determination. The witch who never faltered in her beliefs. The witch who was currently lying through her teeth for the pleasure of coming undone on his cock.

“You,” she whimpered, “Please, Garreth. Don’t stop, please.”

He didn't know if it was the way she was begging or the frantic desperation of her hips grinding against his, but he was teetering on the edge of his breaking point. He bit down hard on his lip, struggling to hold himself together long enough for her to reach the finish line.

"Chin up," he demanded, his breath coming in ragged pants as he reached one hand between them, rubbing a lopsided circle around her clit. “You look at me when you come."

He groaned through clenched teeth as his words caused her to instantly tighten around him, and that beautiful, hazy look fell over her face. She pulled him in by his collar, kissing him so hard it carved itself onto his brain and he released nine days of pent-up desire. He rolled his hips against hers as they both rode it out, briefly forgetting he should be gentle considering she was perched on the edge of a several hundred-foot drop.

He had believed there was nothing better than watching her unravel in his arms before seeking his own release, but he was wrong. Feeling her orgasm spasming over his shaft as he filled her up damn near killed him.

He fastened his trousers and helped her down from the stone balustrade. She smoothed down her skirt, trying to hide the fact that she was wobbling. He hoped his performance had met her expectations and he’d still be making her legs tremble tomorrow.

He peppered kisses across the blemishes he'd left on her breasts as he fastened the buttons of her shirt, trailing up to nip at the delicate spot on her neck just beneath her ear, the spot only he knew about, the spot that made her head tilt back and her vision fill with stars. He whispered an "Accio" against her skin, summoning a tie from the ground. He secured it around her throat with a playful tug before pulling her jumper over her head.

“You have to go?” he murmured between kisses, finding it bothered him less when he asked rather than when she told him.

Her chest heaved as she sighed, planting a lingering kiss on his lips before bending down to gather her things. “I have a study group. You’re welcome to join?”

He gave her a foggy smile and shook his head lightly. “I have some Quidditch thing I’m late for.”

“Alright, well…” She cast a fleeting glance at her abandoned broom on the floor. They hadn’t quite mastered the art of goodbyes yet. “Later, Weasley.”

“See you later,” he offered her a half-hearted wave, hoping she wouldn't make him wait another nine days before flying into his line of sight again.

As he watched her leave, he found himself wondering what impulse had led him to fasten his Gryffindor tie around her neck. There was the undeniable hope her irritation at his bold act would result in some passionate hate sex, but it ran deeper than that. It felt territorial. He’d been growing increasingly irritated with Sallow's lecherous stare and Gaunt's persistent attempts to cater to her every whim. They seemed to believe they held a Slytherin monopoly on her affections, all due to some unspoken event that happened over two years ago. Garreth understood her on a deeper level. She wanted someone who wouldn't procrastinate for two years, someone capable of making her scream on a greenhouse bench at two in the morning. He had a claim too, a far more substantial one.

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[mamalunawolf]

Foursome

Sebastian x Garreth x Ominis x F!MC

Headphones 🎧 recommend.

Oh no... Seems like mc got stuck with the Hogwarts Legacy men inside the room of requirements. Sebastian tied her up and now all three men have decided it was high time to get their share. The only reason you see their faces and then afterwards it is straight black. Is because you are mc. You are blindfold. Just.. take your imagination elsewhere.

They are ALL aged up. 18 years and older. Spicy content ahead.

Mature content no minors allowed 🔞

Underneath this bad boy is the video. Enjoy lovelies.

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[lil-renels]

I’ve have been cooking some tasty little Garreth generations for you all.

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[blueseachelle]

A Mishap

Garreth Weasley x Slytherin! Reader Smut

Summary: Sebastian is always picking fights. Sometimes, revenge on the Sallow boy affects his friends. Ominis knows the woes of it. Now, Y/n got the brunt of this revenge planned by some Gryffindor boys.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

"Like you could, Prewet. I would like to see you try."

"I could, Sallow. Duel me right now!"

Sebastian cast Levioso on the Gryffindor boy as he walked by. He winked at Leander's 'girl' making her giggle.

"Nice try, Leander. Come back more prepared next time."

Leander thumped to the floor. He angrily looked in the direction Sebastian walked. He growled,

"I will definitely win one day, Sallow. Mark my words."

He stood up, dusted himself off, and went to find Garreth. He found him in the restrooms at his 'Secret Caldron'. Everyone knew it was in here. They were just surprised the Professors didn't. He pushed open the stall door,

"Hey, Garreth. I have a favor to ask for."

---------~

It was a couple days after the incident. Leander's plan was going swimmingly. He got Garreth on board to get revenge on Sallow. It was simple. Make a loopy potion, slip it into Sallow's drink at lunch, and after it kicks in, duel him, then, Leander will be victorious.

It was time. Leander will cause the distraction and Garreth will pour it into his cup. Easy right?

Leander approached the Slytherin table and the famous trio. Sebastian scoffed,

"What do you want, Prewet? Another loss?"

"No, Sallow. I came to ask a favor of Y/n."

Sebastian and Ominis raised an eyebrow. Ominis turned to him,

"What do you want with Y/n?"

Said girl looked just as confused as they did. Leander smirked,

"I want to request her help with some dueling practice. I was thinking and the fact she bested you, Sallow, says a lot so, I want to learn from the best."

Sebastian growled,

"You better walk away now. Y/n won't help you."

"Let the girl herself tell me. Well, Y/n? Is what Sallow saying true?"

The girl finally turned like the other two towards him.

Garreth saw his chance, reached across the table, and grabbed what he thought was Sallow's drink. He dumped the little vile of potion into the drink and stirred it quickly before running back to the Gryffindor table.

"Um.. Leander. I actually have to help Poppy with the animals today so, I apologize."

Leander shrugged as he hid is widening smirk,

"It was worth a shot. Have a good day."

He turned and walked away. He finally released the hold on his smirk as he walked over to Garreth. He clasped the other boy's shoulder,

"Good job, Garreth!"

The trio went back to eating. Y/n picked up her cup and thought she smelt something but, ignored it. She took a large drink of her drink. She thought she felt something off about the drink. She just shook her head and went about her lunch. Garreth watched from afar and saw Y/n drink the drink. His eyes widened.

It was actually her drink. He knew he messed up but, he said nothing to Leander. For once he hoped his potions didn't work. He hoped that it was null and Y/n would be okay. He'll stay close by just in case and approach her when she is alone.

-----~

Y/n felt more and more off. She felt her body heating up and her brain felt full. Her face started to hurt red and she started to feel out of breath as she stood in the greenhouse. Professor Garlick saw this and felt the girl's head,

"Oh dear! You are boiling! Um.."

She looked around quickly and spotted someone,

"Garreth! Come here. Quickly!"

Garreth rushed over and saw Y/n's state. He knew what was wrong. It was his potion he made for Sallow.

"Take Y/n to the nurse quickly!"

Garreth nodded. Y/n tried to walk only to wobble forward. He quickly put his arm around her waist and her arm over his shoulders.

"I got her, Professor."

After they walked out of ear shot, Garreth looked over at the Slytherin girl,

"Can you describe what you feel? I may be able to help."

Y/n looked over at him glazed over eyes,

"I feel hot and my brain is full."

"What are your thoughts?"

"A lot. I need these off."

Garreth knew she meant her clothes by her gesture. He looked around quickly and tugged her towards the Gryffindor common room.

"Y/n. I'm taking you to my dorm. I'll help, I promise."

He quickly ushered her to his dorms. Thank Merlin most of the students were in their classes. He got to the stair case that led to the dorm. He tried to walk Y/n up them but, her legs started to shake.

"Hold on, Y/n. Let me just."

He moved his left arm and picked up the dizzy girl bridle-style. She was surprisingly light. Her arms found their way to his neck. She tucked her head into his chest. He looked down at her and chuckled.

They finally made it to his room. He opened the door and closed it behind him. He looked around the cluttered room for a chair. All his chairs have books stacked upon them. He grumbled to himself. He just took the girl to his bed and laid her down. He then walked away to lock his door. He didn't want Leander or anyone for that fact, to see Y/n in this state. It was his fault and he was gonna figure out how to make her better.

Garreth turned to the girl,

"So, let's figure-"

His breath caught in his throat. Y/n was taking off her clothes muttering hot over and over.

"Y/n! What are you doing?!"

Garreth felt his pants tighten. He always had a crush on the girl in his bed. Ever since she helped him with getting a fwooper feather for one of his experiments, he was smitten. He tried to get close to her by going on ingredient retrievals but, any other time, she was busy. It was hard because they are in different houses but, that never hindered him from trying and seeking her out.

He snapped out of his thoughts when her skirt was tossed onto the floor in front of him, followed by her knickers. He quickly looked up at Y/n and rushed to her. He grabbed her hands keeping her from removing her bra. The red-headed boy was face was flushed as he made his eyes only look into hers. No where else.

"Y/n. This is indecent. Stop taking off your clothes."

She looked up at him with hazy hooded eyes and whined,

"But, it's hot. I need it off, Gar. I'm hot."

The nickname went straight to the male's groin. He held back a groan and stared at her before taking a breath,

"What are your thoughts right now, Y/n?"

Y/n moved her head closer to his face and gave him a peck on the lips,

"You, Gar. Help me. Please."

Every once of self-restraint went out of the window. He kissed Y/n deeply. He gently pushed down onto his bed, her hands now being held beside her head by Garreth's larger ones. The girl moaned out and his tongue entered her mouth. He moved in between her exposed thighs.

He finally broke the kiss and moved his hands to her waist. He started to kiss down her neck, nipping and sucking on the flushed skin. Y/n let out whimpers and moans at the sensations, her body overly sensitive because of the potion.

When Garreth got to the fabric of her bra, he looked up at her asking silently for permission. His green eyes filled with love met with her (E/c) lustful ones. She nodded and arched her back so he could unclasp it. He then tossed it aside. He continued his conquest of exploring her body.

He kissed, sucked, nipped, and bit down the girl's body. Her hands tangled and gripped themselves in his thick red hair. She moaned, whimpered, and begged as he explored. Her hands then moved from his hair to his shoulders and she tugged on his clothing. He chuckled in her skin,

"Okay, lovely. I'll take them off for you."

He sat up, leaned back on his knees, and started to unbutton his vest. The girl below him proceeded to squirm and rub her thighs together to relieve the building tension. Garreth paused his unbuttoning and gentle pressed a hand on her stomach,

"Hey. You aren't being a good girl right now, Y/n."

He leaned over and whispered into her ear as he moved his hand to her thighs,

"Be a good girl and open those legs for me or, I stop right now. We don't want that right?"

Y/n answered with a whimper and opened her thighs for him.

"Good girl."

He leaned back and continued to unbutton his shirt. He praised her as he did, watching her pussy clench around nothing. Once he was only in his boxers, his hands moved back to Y/n's craving body. His hands squeezed her inner thighs.

"G-Gar. P-please. I need you."

Garreth chuckled and moved his face closer to her exposed center.

"Patience, Lovely. All in due time."

His hands moved toward her center as his lips met hers once again in a searing kiss. His thumb rubbed over her entrance. Her hips jerked as she moaned into the kiss. He broke the kiss and smirked,

"You're dripping. I bet you can't wait for me to finally enter you."

He rubbed her entrance before inserting a finger into her quivering entrance.

"A-Ah Gar~"

He slid his finger in and out of her as he kissed her breast and sucked on them.

"Enjoying yourself, Lovely?"

He slowly inserted another finger into her as his thumb rubbed her clitoris. She arched off the mattress followed by a moan.

As Garreth played with her, he felt her start to get tighter and tighter around his finger. Well, just as Y/n was about to cum, he pulled out his fingers, sucking off her juices as she whined and looked up at him. He pulled his fingers with a pop. He discarded his boxers finally and Y/n's eyes widened. He smirked at her and stroked his cock. He winked at her and leaned forward, capturing her in a kiss as his tip teased her entrance. Y/n pushed her hips toward him, his tip slipping inside her in the process.

Garreth started to pant feeling her squeeze around him. He gripped her hips as he started to push into her slowly. Y/n hands hand found his back and gripped tightly.

Once he was fully sheathed, they both took a couple breaths. Garreth kissed her gently and rested his forehead on hers. Y/n looked up at him and she gently kissed him. She wiggled her hips and he took the hint and started to thrust into her gently at first and progressively got harder and faster.

"G-Garreth! Ahh~"

"Y/n. FuckK~ You're so fucking tight. What a good girl you are for me."

Y/n moved her hips to meet his as he thrust into her. Her back arched off the bed, her nails digging into his back, leaving red lines in their wake. His hands gripped her hips with a bruising grip as he lost himself in the woes of pleasure. He lost himself in her.

Garreth felt her getting tighter and tighter around him. Y/n's moans and the yells of his name getting louder and louder. He panted into her neck.

"Gar! I'm-I'm-"

Garreth growled and thrusted faster,

"Come for me, Y/n. Come on my cock."

Y/n's back arched as he bit down on her neck. She finally came with a scream over his name,

"Garreth!"

"Good girl."

Garreth thrust a few more times and came as well. He and Y/n just lay there, coming down from there high. The redhead nuzzled his head into her chest and hugged her close. Her hands found purchase in his hair.

The lustful haze finally cleared from her mind. She looked down at the Gryffindor boy. She sighed,

"So, are you going to tell me why you felt so responsible for my condition?"

He looked up at her,

"So, Leander paid me to make a potion to weaken Sebastian so he can finally beat him a a duel. Well, I was supposed to slip the potion into Sebastian's cup and I chose the wrong cup."

Garreth expected Y/n to get mad and leave. He was surprised to hear her start laughing. He looked up at her with a confused look. She calmed down.

"You're okay, Garreth. I'm not mad at you. That's such a pitiful thing Leander tried to pull. I could never be mad at you if I'm honest."

The green-eyed male hugged her tighter,

"I still feel bad that it happened. I don't wish anything bad to happen at my hand. I love you too much."

Y/n's eyes widened and her hand paused its trail through his hair,

"Y-you love me?"

Garreth looked up at her again and smiled,

"Yeah. I do. I have ever since the fwooper feather incident. It's just hard to catch you sometimes because you are busy. I always watched from afar. I admire you and I love your smile. Your laugh makes me happy. I just love you."

Y/n's eyes glazed over with tears,

"I love you too, Gar. I really do."

Garreth looked up at her with his goofy smile,

"Good because I'm not leaving. You love me and I love you. Plus, I did just bed you and I don't do that willy nilly so, your stuck with me."

She laughed and kissed the top of his head,

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

Y/n soon fell asleep. Garreth, reluctantly, got up and cleaned up their mess, making sure to clean up the sticky mess between her thighs. Afterward, he closed the curtains around his bed and cuddled his lovely Slytherin under the covers. He fell asleep with a smile on his face.

BONUS:

Leander grumbled as he made his way to his dorm room. He had a bone to pick with Garreth. The potion didn't work and he ended up losing to Sallow... again. Anger was beyond how he felt. He finally arrived at his dorm room and pulled the handle. It's locked? During midday? That's odd.

After unlocking it with an Alohomora, he walked inside to see the curtains pulled around Garreth's bed. He didn't see the discarded clothing on the floor. Leander angrily stomped over to the boys bed and pulled the curtains,

"Garreth, you fucking dumb-"

He looked to see Garreth cuddling a certain Slytherin girl. He closed the curtain and a smirk crossed his face. He reached into Y/n's skirt pocket and took her wand. He had something to tell Sallow and he had proof that it was happening by having Y/n's wand.

He quickly departed the room and ran to find the Slytherin boy.

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[hiddengryffindor]

“It’s too much” second sneak peek (Garreth x F!MC x Sebastian)

Well hello again! since the smut is getting too long... I've decided to post another quick peek of it, don't worry, I'll post the whole one shot soon, I'm just a little occupied with my college assignments ;(

However, here I am again to fulfill part of your mischievous imagination! Without another word, enjoy the reading!

WARNING: ALL UNDERAGE CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP!

The following one shot has: fingering / M oral receiving / dirty talk / threesome

"Oh ffffff-- ah!" It felt like an explosion. His body trembled and his chest went up and down quickly for a small second. He cleared his throat, the warm sensation her mouth caused around his shaft was indescribable. 

"There you go..." The redhead said, pushing her head slowly so she could take the tip. She felt the tip brush against her tongue and then slid a bit more deep. They waited for a couple of seconds, admiring the sigh of her kneeled down, her cheeks red and her mouth open, taking Sebastian.  Garreth pushed her head slightly deep again, and then pulled back, guiding her movements.

"That's it darling... Sweet and slow... no rush" The voice of the redhead only made the effects of the potion go wilder. She closed her eyes embarrassed, her nose captured the male scent coming from the Brunette's skin, suffocating her... but it didn't feel disgusting or unpleasant... it felt more like fuel for her arousal. "How does it feel, Sebastian?

"G-good... fucking--aah… great…" His sounds were more groans than words. His eyes were closed too, his mind focused on the sensation that crashed each time her tongue brushed his tip. His hand kept the grip on his base while her mouth kept moving back and forth on his tip. The thumb of his other hand caressing her cheek, feeling the muscles of her jaw react to his size. Garreth chuckled hearing the sounds Sebastian made. 

"W-what's so funny Weasley?" Asked Sebastian while a sigh escaped from his lips. Her tongue moved slowly around his tip, it was like a shy movement. It was difficult for her to keep her mouth too open, trying not to hurt him. A small but deep groan escapes from Sebastian.

"That" Said The redhead with a small playful smirk "I'm not sure if I will be able to meet your gaze again after this" his joke managed to cause a lazy chuckle from Sebastian.

"Don't ruin the ambience" Sebastian said and fixed his concentration back to her mouth.

"Now... where were we?" Garreth said, guiding his glare down to her "Open your pretty mouth a little wider..." She managed to groan an objection, she wasn't sure if she could open more.

"Oh no princess, Sebastian said he wanted you full of him... You don't want to disappoint him, don't you?" His fingers played with her hair strings, relaxing her breathing and the rushed second thoughts on her head. Sebastian opened his eyes, noticing her struggle to open her mouth wider. She looked up at him, and for a second she could feel his manhood become harder, he seemed to like the view, however, she noticed a concerned look on his eyes.

"Can you do it, darling?... Or do you need help?" Sebastian's deep voice made her pupils go dilated and a warm sensation formed in her lower tummy. Garreth raised an eyebrow, interested in Sebastian's question. She groaned slightly, a pleading sound that tickled his member, making him bite his lip. She attempted to pull away from his tip to answer, but Garreth kept her head steady.

"Just nod if you need help" Whispered the Brunette, his piercing glare waiting for her to answer. Shyly she nodded, her glare kept fixed on his brown eyes. A tiny smirk formed on Sebastian's expression.

"Very well... Garreth, keep pushing her head, just let me..." The brunette's hand resting on her cheek moved down to hold her chin with his fingers. "there..." He felt how a surprised whimper attempted to escape from her when he slightly pulled her chin down, forcing her mouth to open a tiny bit wider. "There you go my darling..." An uncomfortable groan made its presence in the room.  "I know darling... It hurts, but you'll get used to it" Sebastian tried to calm her, then nodded at Garreth so he could proceed. 

Garreth smirked and started to push her head towards Sebastian again. His fingers tangled in her soft hair, making sure he wouldn't hurt her but still forcing her to go deep. Her tongue moved again, first rubbing his tip shyly, then going around the part of his base inside her mouth.

"T-that's it... That's it, darling" 

 A pained sound came out of her when Sebastian's grip on her chin went harder. He immediately softened his grip and Garreth stopped forcing her head, but keeping Sebastian inside of her.

"Did I hurt you?" Asked Sebastian, his tone between frustration and concern. He guided her glare back up to him.

"Are you alright?" Asked Garreth, his tone similar to Sebastian's. 

Was she alright? No, she was frustrated, needy, confused, excited, angry, and flustered. Her chest going up and down, her mouth still forced open with Sebastian's grip, her body fully naked and warm. Her body was screaming for something she pretended she didn't know. His manhood half way into her mouth, she could taste the saltiness of a few drops of pre-cum that slid into her tongue.

"Darling... I know it's too much" Said Garreth. kneeling in one leg so one of his hands could caressed her waist. "But--"

"We won't stop" Said Sebastian, interrupting Garreth. Suddenly Sebastian's tone was more serious and desperate. "And we know your body wish this too... don't deny it" His grip kept her head in place, so he could keep his brown eyes on her. "So just let us free you from that painful feeling... let us see that nasty little side of yours" 

His dirty words made her try to swallow, but the invasion of his shaft on her mouth made it difficult. "Let us hear you moan ours names tonight... touch you where no one else have" Suddenly the hand that Garreth used to stroke her waist went slowly around, meeting her tummy. 

"Please you until you can't even say a simple word..." Garreth's hand went slowly down, his fingers meeting her pubic hair, he was so close to her that he could smell his cologne mixed with his sweat again. Her chest went up and down faster, yet she didn't move a single muscle. 

"Be so deep inside of you until your sweet tears go down your cheeks..." His hand went a little more down until it met the warm wetness she still had, causing a sound that made Sebastian's manhood still hard. 

"Fill your sweet little hole until our seed drips down between your thighs..." A little whimper was heard from her when Sebastian's dirty words mixed with the feeling of Garreth's fingers looking for something between her folds, making wet sounds each time his fingers brushed certain places. She closed her eyes, the piercing glare of Sebastian was making everything else too difficult. The other hand of Garreth was still tangled in her hair, even if he was tired of being in this position, he loved how she rubbed her back against his chest, attempting to free from this delicious torture. 

"You know what I'm thinking, Sebastian?" Suddenly Garreth spoke, his voice close to her ear. He pushed her head again, and Sebastian pulled her chin to force her mouth open.

“Mmmhhhh!”

"What is it?" 

"Maybe she also wants us to fill her in other places..." Sebastian's eyes met a second with Garreth and a little smirk formed on his bruised lips. 

"Mmmh-mmhh!" Her attempt to object to Garreth's comment was useless, but it did cause Sebastian's legs to slightly tremble. 

"Hmm? what is it darling?" Teased Sebastian, Garreth guided her head back and forth on his shaft, the wetness of her mouth soaked his skin. "Anything to say?..." She could've given him an angry glare, or a pleading expression, but instead her body jumped slightly when Garreth fingers found her clit, quickly sending a shock around her legs and stomach, almost making her bite Sebastian.

"Easy... stay still..." Garreth whispered. His fingers teased her button, putting the tip of his index finger on it, pressing it slightly so that it almost didn't touch it, and then made slow circles on it. 

"Mmmhhh!---" The sudden feeling of Sebastian's tip passing her tongue made her sound hush in a second. Garreth was pushing her head again, making her feel Sebastian go deeper into her mouth, then he pulled her back, Sebastian could see the soaked part of his shaft when it withdrew from her lips, then she was forced to take his shaft again, producing wet sounds in the room.

The redhead index finger stopped teasing her and pressed a little harder. "You know Garreth... I think she could handle it" Garreth looked at Sebastian in confusion, his finger starting to rub in slow circles. "She could handle what?"

"Us... invading her at the same time..."

"You think? I don't know... she seems tired, though she's still sucking you..." Then he pushed her head slightly further.  "and this little button here is very hard" He rubbed only his fingertip again. "Do you think she could handle two cocks inside of her?"

“MMHHH!”

"I'm very sure she will" Sebastian teased, his breath shaky due to the sensation of her saliva soaking his member. 

Suddenly she gagged when Sebastian's tip went too further, hitting her uvula, making her body shake and trying to withdraw from his erection. Her nose hit the fingers that were holding his base. “F-Fuck!” Sebastian yelled, gritting his teeth. Garreth quickly guided her head back until Sebastian's member slid out of her mouth with a gasp, a saliva string still connecting her tongue with his skin that broke easily. Deep and loud breaths came out of her, her voice sounding broken. 

"Too much, darling?" Said the brunette. Stroking the skin of her cheeks. 

"Aa-aaah!" 

The fingers of the redhead still played with her button, this time passing from her clit to her hole, collecting the wetness that was dripping from it. 

“G-Ga–!”

“Shhh… Sebastian is asking you a question” Sebastian forced his grip, keeping her head steady so she would face his eyes. “Is not very polite ignoring him, don’t you think sweetheart?” 

“Aa-aah! St–stop!”

“Is that really what you want?” Asked Sebastian. Garreth rested his chin on her shoulder and slowly slipped his finger tip into her hole. He cleared his throat when the warm sticky fluids welcomed him, pressing hard around his finger. A gasp mixed with a moan came out of her, Sebastian moved his hand to grab her neck, feeling the muscles of her neck tense. Her body didn’t struggle, but she felt uncomfortable being forced by them to not move from her place. “You don’t have to answer… but please” Garreth brought his index finger to his mouth, lubricating it with his saliva and tasting her, sliding his finger tip into hi tongue, then he t  brought it back between her legs, and this time he entered, but it was fast, invading her virginal walls with a quick thrust but not entering completely. “Stop asking us to stop… you are only forcing us to go further”

“I-I…I c-can’t” Her mind was conflicted. 

“Fuck… darling… your sweet little place… is all warm for us… so wet” Garreth whispered, starting to move his finger back and forth, and thanks to the perspective and position of his hand, he managed to rub her pearl each time his finger went out. 

“Please darling… we want to hear you beg for it…” This time the redhead spoke. biting her the skin of her shoulder. 

Have a good day, or a sweet night~

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[spooky-all-year-round]

A Cure for Boredom

Potions shop owner!Garreth x fiancée female!reader

Description: The shop has been boring today, so Garreth and you decide to do something more fun. Aka Garreth rails you but with love.

TW: NSFW, fluff, mentions of him wanting children (but it's brief), semi-public sex, swearing, consensual wandering hands/groping, praise and degradation combined, p in v sex, oral (fem receiving), fingering, body worship, possessive Garreth, pet names ( darling, dearest, my heart, love), dom Garreth, hair pulling, name calling (slut), cum eating, begging

Garreth Weasley had always been popular. So when sometime in the seventh year your then boyfriend became very popular for his potions, it was insane. He had so many orders that he was able to get a flat straight out of school. This is where he worked out of for about two years, placing ads in papers all over Scotland, Ireland, and Britain. After around two years he was able to have not only his own shop but his own home not to far from it. You had moved in just recently after his proposal to you.

You two had been dating since 6th year and the whole time you had been by his side. You helped him research ingredients and sometimes tried his potions, but only after he tried it on himself and found it safe. He wanted to see how other people reacted to it and you were more than willing to help. Also, people were more willing to trust you when you said it was safe. You helped him brew potions when he had too many orders, though he constantly reminded you that you didn't have too. Sometimes your dates would include ingredient hunting. How his face lit up as he thanked you profusely had you swooning. The overwhelming amount of praise would sent you into a heated mess.

But even very popular shops had slow days, you had only had two people come in this morning and it was now around 2 PM. It was a few days after the big rush of last minute parents and student getting all their school supplies. You both had closed early yesterday and the day before to collect any missing ingredients and to double check your stocks. This weekend you both would work on the few potions that you had orders for and send them out. So for now you were just seated in a tall stool, leaning against the counter as you blankly stared at an open book, not taking in a single word and sometimes droning. It felt like being in Binn's class all over again.

Garreth came in from the back of the store, returning from your shared home where he had slipped away to tend to his garden for the few plants he could keep. You both had woken up late and forgotten to do it. So you shooed him away pointing out how dead it was and that you could handle the shop for an hour. He approached you loud enough to hear, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and gave you a kiss on your temple. "Thank you for covering the shop dearest. Nothing too crazy I hope." He buried his face in the crook of your neck to nuzzle and give it a few kisses.

Smiling you slipped off the stool and side stepped while still in his arms so he could be even closer. He happily took the chance to press closer to you, his feet on either side of yours and his front fully pressed against your back. You laid your arms on top of his as he swayed you both gently, his closed mouth still on your neck as he took slow and deep breaths. You made a small hum of content before answering jokingly "Oh my darling, it was so terrible! The place was in shambles without you. Never leave my side again!"

Normally he would be dramatically silly back, but today he lifted his mouth to your ear. "I don't plan on it my heart. You are stuck with me until you cast me aside. But even then my heart will remain yours." It was a whisper that sent a shiver down your body and heat to your face. He pressed a kiss on the tip of your jaw bone just under your ear. "Do you love the the fact that I'm utterly head over heels for you? Well I'm more than that, I'm practically obsessed with you. Every part of you is my favorite, I can't believe I somehow got you. I hope to make you laugh everyday and I'll make sure you feel all my love for the rest of our lives. One day I hope to have little versions of us running around. By that point, you won't even have to help run the shop. I'll hire someone so you can stay home all comfortable." You knew he could do that now, but you loved helping around the shop, so you weren't gonna point it out. "I want to have every part of you as often as you'll let me. To show you how much I love your body as often as I show you how much I love your mind." His hands had started to wonder both going to your hips at first before the left one went to your thigh and the right just under your right breast.

His words were going straight to your core. You bit your lip and glanced at the windows. "Garreth, we can't do that here. Someone will see us." But Merlin did his touch make you want it here. Bent over the counter, dress pushed up as he took you for anyone passing by to know that you belonged to each other. Those thoughts only served to make you more wet. You were brought back to the situation with a long lick to the side of your neck before he placed an open mouth kiss there. You were quickly succumbing to his touch but you tried to hold firm. "Darling you wouldn't want everyone to see my body right? That's all just for you to see." Your words came out as a purr. You knew you had him there, playing right into his possessive side.

He gave a disgruntled hum to your neck. Returning his hands to your hips, he spun you around, pinning your hips with his against the counter. This brought his hard length to your attention as it pressed against your front. His eyes roamed your body before looking directly into your eyes. "True. We could always go to the back, it's been dead all day. We wouldn't even have to close the shop. Most likely no one will show up." There was a devilish glint in his eyes. You couldn't deny how hot that idea sounded. Being taken by his just out of sight but where anyone could walk in and hear? You could feel your thighs quickly becoming more wet. Thanks to the newest fashion, women's undergarments were just two leg sections tied together leaving the middle open so it was easy to go when wearing a dress. This had proven helpful in many moments when Garreth and you had very little time but just needed to feel each other, and now seemed like one of those times.

You ran your hands up and down his arms as you looked at him appraisingly, making him wait for your answer. His arms had gotten slightly thick and muscular from all the foraging, gardening, and potion stirring. Who knew that was such a work out when you did it as often as him? It wasn't long before he let out a little whine and started peppering kisses all over your face. He knew you wanted to and that you wanted to hear how much he wanted it. "Please beautiful, you know I will make you feel amazing. I want to worship your beautiful body and make that amazing brain of your go blank from pleasure."

Smiling you grabbed his face softly and nodded before giving him a heated kiss. That was all he needed, still kissing you he lifted you up and quickly went around the corner and to the back room that was used for safe potion brewing and where the most important ingredients were kept. He let you down so he could open the door behind him and pull you in with the other. Your kiss quickly deepened, tongues sliding along each other's, both of you taking turns nipping and sucking on each other's bottom lip. You didn't even realize he had your back to an empty part of the potions table until he lifted you up to sit you on the edge of it.

He kissed you feverishly and quickly pushed your skirt up to your waist. He trailed kisses down your neck while he massaged your thighs, slowly parting them to have you spread wide. "Unfortunately love, I can't fully undress you here, but I promise I will be more thorough later tonight in our home." Finally he pulled away looking deep into your eyes before glancing down at you. He groaned longingly at the site of your wet pussy spread out on display for him.

Diving right in he started lapping at your hole while moaning. You gasped arching your back at the sudden contact, doing this also caused you to grind down on his face. You could feel his grin as he used one arm to lay across your waist and pin you down. "Such a needy little thing, grinding down on my face and I only just touched you." He started using his thumb on his free hand to rub slow gentle circles on your clit, simultaneously slowly licking up and down the length of your pussy with a flat tongue. When you couldn't help but wiggle to try to get him to do more his grin only widened. "Sooooo impatient, you need me to put something in your cute little pussy? Do you feel so empty without something deep in you? Stop moving and I'll give it to you." It was a light mocking tone that brought heat to your cheeks and you stopped moving your hips. All high and mighty for someone who almost took you on the front counter of his store. But before you could point that out he had switched his hand and mouth.

Now his hand was slipping two fingers into you while his mouth sucked and licked at your clit. The sudden stretch from his fingers felt delicious. You couldn't help but whine and moan tilting your head back in pleasure. His tongue made those quick little circles that drove you crazy. You were turing into a moaning mess quickly as he kept going back and forth between scissoring to prep you and curling his fingers to hit your g-spot, keeping you right on that edge of an orgasm. Whenever he curled his fingers you were bucking to get him to start finger fucking you. He growled looking up at you, "I said. Stop. Moving." You let out a whine before pulling on his hair and rolling your hips again. "Hmm. You're being very naughty. Maybe I should leave you like this till we get home, if you're going to keep misbehaving." You whimpered and shook your head in response. "No? Then beg for me. Start being a good girl and beg for me to fill your tight hole. You're already dripping down my arm and your all prepped. But until I hear you beg properly, I'm not gonna give you my cock."

You didn't want to wait any longer, "Please Garreth! Please please please I need your cock. I need you to bend me over this table and fuck me. Please, I want you to fill my tight pussy with your cum." Your desperate begging was music to his ears, slowly he slipped his fingers out before tugging you off the table. He quickly spun you around and slightly bent you over.

"What a good girl begging for me, now lift up your skirt and hold it for me." You could hear him undoing his belt and pants before pushing them down. Quickly you hiked up your skirt, pushing your ass out more and wiggling it teasingly. He teased your opening with the tip of his cock a bit before slowly sinking into you. Both of you moaned loudly. Once he he was in you to the hilt, he stayed still, waiting for you to be ready. "Fuck, you're so tight, just let me know when you're ready. I'm going to make you feel so good darling." His voice was soft he then kissed the top of your head. It didn't take long for you to start slowly rocking back and forth to signal you were ready. He moaned loudly, dropping his head to your shoulder.

He wasted no time and started a quick and brutal pace. "What a good little slut, bouncing on my cock. You love my cock huh? Well it's all for you. Every. Last. Inch!" He punctuated the last three words with an even harder thrust each. You braced your hands on the table and threw your head back moaning loudly, not caring anymore if someone heard you. With one hand he grabbed you by your hair and pulled you until were mostly standing up, with your back deeply arched. He used his other hand to rub your clit in quick tight circles. The new angle had him rubbing right up against your g-spot with the underside of his cock. "This pussy it mine." He groaned. "And I'm going to claim it by filling it up." He started thrusting faster, he was biting your shoulder through your shirt, knowing it wouldn't be proper for you to walk around with a huge bruise on your neck. But part of him longed to mark your pretty neck up. For you to walk around with bites marks for everyone to see that you were taken. His hands were on your hips guiding you to bounce on his cock as he thrust to meet them.

Your thoughts were quickly turning blank, slowly all you could think about became about cumming and having him cum in you. You could feel your orgasm fast approaching and your pussy started tightening. "Such a good little slut. You gonna come for me? Cum for me good girl, I wanna feel you cum all over my cock." With a loud moan you were sent over the edge. He moaned and whispered a few "good girl"s to you before he bend you over the table again. But this time he covered your body with his as he rut into you as fast as he could. "Merlin, your pussy is addicting. Fluttering around me trying to milk me. I'm yours and your mine. You understand me?" All you could do was nod in agreement only half taking in what he said. He kept repeating "Mine" in your ear until he came in you with a long groan of pleasure. He kept thrusting but his hips slowed as he came down from his orgasm.

When he finally stopped you were both panting. He slowly pulled out of you, chuckling softly at you whining from the loss. But just as you were going drop your skirt back down he dropped to his knees. Turning around he slipped under your skirt between your legs. He licked from the bottom of your pussy all the way up to your clit. You whimpered and tried wiggling away, still a bit sensitive. He did it one more time before crawling out from under you. Once he was standing he pulled on his pants and got them situated as you dropped your skirt. He slowly turned you to face him and buried his face in your neck as he held you close. "I'm sorry my dearest. I just had to taste the results of our love making."

You hummed rubbing his back and slowly playing with his bright orange hair, it was always so soft. He rubbed small circles on your back and traced little shapes with the tips of his fingers. "Well that was one way to cure boredom." You said with a light laugh.

He laughed as well. "Sure was! My favorite way to cure our boredom." He pulled his head back before resting his forehead against yours looking into your eyes. "I love you darling. More than I can put into words." You swear that his smile could light up the whole country.

"I love you too dearest," was your reply before kissing him soft and slow. He returned it, both of you lost in each other, completely forgetting about the front of the store. But that could wait a few minutes longer.

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[elinoracia]

🌹Your heart // Garreth Weasley x f!reader🌹

~ Hogwarts Legacy fanfic ~

Warnings: hurt/comfort, fluff, mention of blood, fighting, not proofread. Total of words: 2.8K

More informations: - All characters are aged up to 18 y.o. or more; 7th year - Y/N = Your name - My first language is not english, sorry in advance - Feel free to request anything!

Context: After everything that happened during 5th year, you needed some calm. You needed a friendship where you could forget about your problems, your dangerous adventures and difficult days. Luckily, Garreth was that person. He brought you that calm and that light-hearted and carefree fun that you desperately craved. But with your precarious lifesyle, always out fighting poachers or evil forces, you were scared to let yourself feel more for him.

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You just got back from one of your many adventures with Sebastian. You had to fight poachers. You were tired and you could not wait to go back to your dorm to clean yourself and sleep. On your way, in the hallways, you came across Garreth.

Garreth: *he walks towards you, staring at you* Are you trying a new look? *he chuckles, obviously very proud of his teasing* Y/N: *you chuckle weakly* Do I really look that dreadful? Garreth: Well...the whole "tired" look really suits you! *he chuckles and looks back at you* But really, what happened? Who did you fight this time? *he said with a slightly worried look on his face* Y/N: Poachers. Sebastian really wanted to beat them all. He has way more energy than I do. *you give him a faint smile* Garreth: *he frowns at your comment* I don't think your adventures with Sallow are really healthy for you and your body. Why don't you let him do those kind of things alone? Y/N: *You look at him, trying to formulate an answer* I...I don't want him to get hurt. I know I can't stop him from going, so I can at least follow him to cover his back.

But Garreth was right and you knew it. You could not keep up with Sebastian's reckless behavior for too much longer. You had important exams coming up and you were exhausted. But you feared Sebastian was going to get badly injured if you were not here to help him. You couldn't loose more people you loved, you had to protect him, even from himself.

Garreth: *now he was really worried about you. He looked as if he was about to scold you for trying to save Sebastian from his incautious battles, but he didn't* Listen, you can't keep doing that. That's all I'm saying. Y/N: *you sigh deeply* I know. I'm sorry Garreth. I didn't mean to worry you. Garreth: Just don't do anything too reckless. That's for the Gryffindors to do! *he says proudly* Y/N: *You giggle at his joke. You feel a little better after talking to him. He always makes you feel better after a hard time* Thank you Garreth. I think I needed to talk about it. I promise I'll be more careful! Goodnight!

As you went back to your dorm, your heart felt lighter. You knew you could always come to Garreth to talk to him about anything and he would always crack some jokes and make you feel brand new.

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The next day, Sebastian came to ask you to go on a special mission with him. He wanted to explore a cave he found. You thought about what Garreth told you but you could not let Sebastian do that alone. You told yourself it was the last time you agreed to do that for him.

You went after lunch to see what cave Sebastian was talking about. Far into the Forbidden Forest, you see a huge hole on the side of a mountain. Sebastian was explaining to you how he discovered that place but you almost couldn't hear him. It's like everything about that place was begging you to leave.

You should have listened to your insincts.

When you got out of that cave, the sky was dark and starry. Sebastian was almost carrying you. You came across poachers, trolls, dark mages and giant spiders. You did everything you could to not let them hurt Sebastian. But you let them hurt you instead. You just wanted to go back to Hogwarts. You just...wanted him to comfort you.

Garreth.

What will he think? Maybe he'll hate you for getting hurt and acting recklessely. Maybe he'll finally be done with your behavior. You can't tell him what happened. You can't but...you feel so helpless, so alone. You feel like you have to protect everyone but nobody wants to protect you.

Sebastian brings you back to your dorm but you were almost frozen in front of the door. Your wounds were hurting but not as bad as that pain in your heart.

You just want to feel Garreth next to you. You just want him near. But you're a danger to yourself...and to him. Suddenly, you hear footsteps behind you. When you turn around, you see in the dark the shadow of a person.

Y/N: Garreth, is that you? *your voice almost cracking* Garreth: Y/N! Where were you? I've been looking for you all day! You- *he suddenly stops as he notices blood on your shirt and robe. He then noticed the wounds on you* What happened?! Are you alright? Y/N: *You couldn't look at him. You couldn't bear to see the look on his face* I'm fine. Garreth: Please Y/N... let me help you at least. You're bleeding on your clothes. Y/N: It's not my blood...mostly. *your hands started shaking* I'm very sorry. *your words were muffled and you felt tears running down your face* I'm...so terribly sorry Garreth... *you let out a sob and you finally look at him* I just wanted to protect him...And I just want to protect you. But I always end up being just a burden to you.

Without realizing it, Garreth took you in his arms. He was careful not to hug you too tightly. As you were hugging him, you could hear his heart beating a little faster.

Garreth: *He seemed clearly taken aback by what you said* That couldn't be further from the truth! You're never a burden. I just want you to be safe. *he pauses for a moment* Do you really think you are a burden to me? Y/N: I make you worry all the time and I feel like I only bring you bad things. And...*you sniffle* it's so unfair to you because you're bringing me so much peace and warmth. Garreth: Y/N look at me. *he gently lift your chin to make you look at him* I can live with the worry. But I can't live without you. You're my best friend and being with you makes me happy. Now stop the Hufflepuff tears. *hegently wipes some tears off your face* Y/N: I don't what what I would do without you Garreth. *you smile at him, feeling a little better already* And those are not Hufflepuff tears! *you chuckle at his teasing* Garreth: Honestly, I think I'll need to have a friendly little chat with Sallow. Don't worry, I won't fight him...unless he tries to! Y/N: Please don't fight with him. And I can talk to him myself. He will understand. Garreth: Now you're no fun!

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Following this night, you had time to think about what you were going to say to Sebastian. It was not going to be easy but you had to tell him you couldn't come with him anymore.

The next day, you waited for Sebastian after your second class of the day to talk to him. You knew you both had a free period after that. It was the perfect time to tell him.

Y/N: Seb! Hi! What did you think of our History of Magic class? *you giggle, knowing he fell asleep during that class* Sebastian: I wish I could tell you but I can only remember what I dreamt about. *he said jokingly* Did you want to tell me something? Y/N: Y-yes! *you feel a rush of anxiety inside your chest* I...Well...You know how last time, our little "adventure" ended up really dangerous? Sebastian: Merlin's beard! Are you still hurt? *he cups your cheeks with his hand, a worried look on his face* Did it leave any nasty scars? Y/N: *the sudden contact make you stutter* I-I...no! Don't worry! I'm fine, really! Sebastian: Good! What a relief! I think I would have died if you weren't there. *he chuckles, not knowing the impact of his words* Y/N: Y-yeah...probably...

You instantaneously feel remorse about letting him do those things alone. You just can't. He needs you. You can handle being badly injured, as long if it's not him who's hurt. But you keep thinking about Garreth. He also needs you safe. Your heart is torn between these two choices.

Sebastian: Y/N? Are you sure you're okay? You look troubled. *he says, still cupping your cheeks with his hands* What was it you wanted to say to me? Y/N: I...I'm not sure that...I can keep doing that with you. I'm sorry... *you said, almost whispering. You were scared about what his answer would be* Sebastian: *He pauses to think and then takes both of your hands in his* Y/N...I can't do it alone. Don't give up on me. Y/N: I...

You didn't how to respond to that. He was right but...you have to do what's right.

But as you were about to answer Sebastian, you suddenly feel his hands leaving yours abruptly. You feel pushed towards something.

Garreth: You can't take "no" for an answer Sallow? Leave her alone. *he frowns. You never saw that side of Garreth before* You don't deserve her.

Sebastian looks at him, he seemed really annoyed by Garreth's presence. You were in shook. What was Garreth doing here? Was he watching you talking to Sebastian?

Sebastian: What are you talking about Weasley? I know her better than you. I know that she and I make the best team. Garreth: Do you? Do you really know her? Do you even know in how much distress you left her the last time you took her on your stupid escapade? You don't! *he takes a deep breath to calm himself down* You may know her for longer than I do but I know her heart. I worry about her. I want her to be safe. It looks like you don't even care how she might feel!

Garreth was holding you close to him. His breath was heavy. You couldn't believe what was happening in front of your eyes. But you couldn't seem to say anything. The words were stuck in your thoat.

Sebastian then takes your wrist and pull you away from Garreth.

Sebastian: *he then holds Garreth by the collar, enraged by what he just said* You don't know her like I do! We help eachother, we need eachother! Y/N: Okay now that's enough! What has gotten into you Sebastian?!

You put you hand on Sebastian's shoulder to try and calm him down. You knew how he could be. Always acting on his feelings and thinking about it later.

Y/N: I just don't want to carry the responsability of your safety everytime Sebastian. But it doesn't mean we're not friends anymore. You're still one of my dearest friends. But you have to be more careful. If not for you then please, I'm begging you, do it for me. *you look at him, hoping he would understand* Sebastian: *he sighs and let go of Garreth* I promise you I'll be more careful. I had no idea you felt that way. Garreth: Maybe if you were looking outside of yourself for once, you would have noticed. Y/N: Garreth, you've done enough. *you look at him with a piercing gaze* We have to talk. *you look back at Sebastian* See you later Sebastian.

You take Garreth's hand to lead him somewhere quiet, somewhere empty and unoccupied.

Y/N: Garreth, did I not tell you I could handle this by myself? *you frown, obviously angry* Garreth: Sorry, my Gryffindor heroic nature took over. *he chuckles* Y/N: That is really not funny at all! Why did you feel the need to intervene?

A moment of silence fell as you watched Garreth carefully. You could not believe he didn't trust you to tell your decision yourself to Sebastian. Then you hear him take a deep breath before answering your question.

Garreth: I feel like Sebastian has that power over you. He just has to look you in the eyes and take your hand to convince you to do something for him. Something that's only profitable to him and him only. I hated...*he stops for a moment* I hated the way he touched you. And I despised the way he tried to convince you. He has no right to do that. Y/N: What? Why do you care if he touches me or if he tries to convince me? I know what I want Garreth. And I told him I would never try to do anything dangerous with him again. Don't you trust me? Garreth: I trust you! But I don't trust him. You went through enough because of him. *he then looks at you with a look you can't exactly describe* And I care because...you're my best friend. Y/N: Garreth... *you sigh and calm down. He was right, he knew how to calm you down* You're right. I'm sorry. Garreth: And instead of going on dangerous adventures with him, you could spend more time with your best friend who's really handsome and funny. I heard he is also very entertaining and fun to be around. I wonder who this gentleman could be? *he chuckles and winks at you* Y/N: He is also very humble. A typical Gryffindor trait. *you laugh and look at him* But more seriously, you're amazing. I don't know how you can still tolerate me. I'm such a mess. Garreth: And how on earth do you still put up with me?! *he throws the question back at you, grinning mischievously* And I don't "tolerate" you Y/N. I adore you. If you're a mess then you are my kind of mess. And it doesn't hurt that I have plenty of patience. *he adds with a hint of a chuckle to his voice* Y/N: Very modest of you. *you giggle* And I adore you too.

At this moment, you felt something you tried to repress for so long. You couldn't stop looking at him, looking at his beautiful features. He was so much taller than you. You just loved his ginger curls and his beautiful freckles. You also love the way he is always there to lift your mood.

You...love him.

The sudden realisation made your cheeks redden. Is that how you felt for all this time? You started to become nervous. Oh Merlin! He could not know! You don't want to ruin your friendship. Just suck it up!

Garreth: Then I guess we've got ourselves some pretty good reasons for not driving each other mad!*he says with another laugh*

Then, Garreth takes a few steps closer to you and kisses your forehead. Your face immediately became bright red. Garreth took notice of that.

Garreth: What's the matter pretty lady? Do you need to cool down a little? *he said teasingly, grinning at you* Y/N: Stop teasing me Garreth! *you say with your face burning up* Garreth: I can't help it! Seeing you blush and all flustered is just... so cute. I love that I can have that effect on you. *he says playfully, a smirk on his face* Y/N: You...don't know the effect you have on me. Garreth: *he grins wider* Then enlighten me, Y/N. How exactly does your best bud have an effect on you? *He teased, putting on a cocky grin as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pull you a little bit closer to him* Y/N: *Your heart was beating so fast. You were trying to give him an answer without stumbling over your words* W-well...I think I might have...feelings for you. *you could feel your heart jumping in your throat* Garreth: *Your words sent a shock like a bolt through his body. His jaw dropped, and for a moment, he was entirely at a loss for words. He was looking at you with wide eyes, as if I've never really seen you properly before.* Wait... seriously? *he asks, his voice a breathless whisper, and a grin spreading across his face* Y/N: *you nod in response* Mh mh...

Your answer gave him all the courage he needed. Without another second of hesitation, he leans in and kisses you full on the lips. He holds the kiss just for a moment and then I pull back with a grin, blushing profusely.

Garreth: Being friends is nice but...do you think you'd want more? *he asks, still holding you against him* Y/N: Y-yes...I want us to be more. *You said with your flushed face and your panting breath* Garreth: Well, it's official then! You're mine! *he gins* Now I have a good reason for Sallow to not put his dirty filthy hands on you. Y/N: You're such a dork. *you said, a chuckle in your voice* Garreth: I'm your dork! Y/N: *you sigh* I love you.

The End

This fanfic is dedicated to @sallowslytherin, my little Garreth lover ˋ( ° ▽、° )

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❤️ Garreth Masterlist ❤️

✨ Main Masterlist ✨

🔞 Garreth Headcanons 🔞 - Headcanons for everyone’s favourite Weasley

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(Chronological Order check me out all fancy)

To Hogsmeade - Rewrite of the Hogsmeade quest

The Gardener and the Alchemist

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

- Garreth being a beautiful dumbass, but he’s our beautiful dumbass!! Very cute, hopefully spicy at some point!

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(Separate Garreth stuff that isn’t really canon to my other stuff)

What do you Propose? - Garreth proposal fluff

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Little reference for my Garr

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[bohobooks]

Detention- (Garreth x Sharp!reader)

Description: As the daughter of ex-auror and current potions professor Aesop Sharp, Y/n has lived a pretty straight edged life. Well, that is she did, before she met a certain Weasley who gave her a taste of mischief. This time, though they didn't move fast enough and have to deal with the consequences.

Warnings: slight spice, swearing.

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"Shit, run!" Garreth sprung from our vantage point in the dark corridor where we had set up to watch our firework display light up the Great Hall. My attention came back to the present, where we were sprinting past the house hourglasses and out the doors heading quickly to the doors leading outside. 

"A few feet, just a few more feet-" Garreth huffed under his breath as we neared the wooden doors. 

I pull out my wand and aim for the doors, intending to have them open by the time we reach them, "Accio!" 

A few students dodge out of our path as we near the door. Just as it was in reach, another voice rang out through the hall, sending the few remaining students skittering down the corridors.

"Colloportus!" The doors slam shut violently just as we reach them, causing Garreth to stop abruptly. Momentum sent me striking into his back, sending us both to the floor. My wand rolls to the side, and I scurry on my hands and knees to grab it when it flies out of my grasp. 

My eyes follow it, knowing who I was about to see. Surely enough, as Garreth and I sat there- his hand still holding my wrist- none other than Professor Weasley and my father approach. My eyes find father's first, searching them for his reaction. Instantly, I wish I wouldn't have. He was pissed.

Garreths hand slides down from my wrist to find my hand and squeeze tightly as Professor Weasley begins to speak, "One would think," her tone was as sharp as my fathers gaze, "That having family members in the schools faculty would make certain students behave."

My father brought a hand to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose, "I don't know what to do with the two of you. Detention for the rest of the month."

"Dad! That's unfair! It was just fireworks!" I whine. Surely a month of detention was a bit overkill for just a few fireworks, right?

"Your fireworks," Professor Weasley began, "Set Duncan Hobhouse's robes alight."

Beside me, Garreth chuckles, and I drive my elbow into his side.

"The pair of you are lucky that a classmate nearby was quick thinking enough to put out the flames before they damaged anything other than mere clothing!"

"We couldn't have set Puffskein Dunkien on fire with the fireworks! They were our new invention, specially made for indoor use! If they could catch people on fire I'd be an inferi by now!"

"I don't want to hear it!" Professor Weasley barked, "To your dorms, both of you! And I expect to see you bright and early for detention tomorrow!"

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The morning sun stained the sky vivid colors that in any other circumstances I'd find beautiful. I trudged down the winding path of the hill to the unused cottage at the edge of the property where Professor Weasley's owl had instructed me to be.

It was a quaint little thing, definitely needing some love, but I could see wonderful memories being made here in the future. The door opens as I approach, the crunch of frost underneath my boots alerting to my presence, as my father steps out. Behind him, Garreth follows quietly.

"Good morning, darling." Dads voice hinted that he was still angry, but the fact he was referring to me as anything but a troubled student was a good sign, "Today, you will be cleaning this hut by hand. No magic use, understood?"

"Yes, sir." I mumbled.

"Very good. A house elf will bring you your meals, and I don't want to see you at the castle until sunset." I watched as he began up the hill, rolling my eyes.

I wait until father is out of earshot, turning to Garreth, "We both agree that there's no possible way our fireworks set Duncan on fire, right?"

Garreth laughed, turning to head back into the hut, "Oh, agreed. I have a certain pair of Slytherins looking into that whole thing."

The inside of the hut was an absolute dusty mess, filled with dead bugs and cobwebs. I grab a broom and prop open the door so the dirt can escape.

"Sebastian and Ominis?" I ask, disbelieving, "How on earth did you manage to talk them into it?"

Garreth grabbed the other broom, sweeping along side me, "Oh, when it comes to Puffskein Dunkien, Gaunt doesn't need convincing at all."

I chuckle, thinking about all of the times I've heard Ominis giving Duncan grief in the hall. "I just wonder what he really did to get set on fire? Did that little rat really just stick his sleeve into a candle flame?"

Garreth snorted, "Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised."

A few quiet moments passed before garreth threw his broom to the ground, "This is impossible! We aren't even making a dent!"

The sudden commotion startles me, causing me to inhale the dust cloud Garreth had stirred up. In a fit of coughing, I stumble my way out of the cottage. Once my lungs deemed the air clean enough, I fell to my butt in the damp dew-ridden grass, attempting to gulp in air.

Garreth rushed out and kneeled infront of me, "Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry, are you okay?"

Vision diluted with tears, my eyes find Garreths face. His pale skin was reddened so much he reminded me of a tomato. A laugh bubbled up through the gasps, and next thing I know the reason I can breath is laughter.

Garreth, instead of looking on like I was insane, began laughing along side me. Together we sat and laughed, and when the laughter died down Garreth spoke between attempts to catch his breath, "Why are you even laughing?"

I reach forward and trace a line along his cheek, "Has anyone ever told you you turn red when you're worried?"

The boy scoffs, lightly slapping away my hand and pulls me to my feet, "Once or twice. Although it happens when I'm angry, sad, tired- you name it. It's part of the ginger curse." He wiggled his fingers at me, quickly springing towards me in attempt to tickle me.

I squeal, running into the hut and grabbing my broom for protection. Garreth walks in hands above his head, imitating a monster. He dropped his voice dramatically low "No broom can stop the tickle monster."

I laugh as he gets closer, weilding the broom infront of me, "Please, no! I'll clean this entire place by myself if you just swear not to-"

Garreth lunges, knocking the broom out of my hands and begins to tickle my stomach. Uncontrollable laughter leaves my lips as I attempt to back out of his grasp, until my back hits the table. Stuck leaning against the wooden piece of furniture, I just keep laughing and attempting to push the redhead away.

His hands stop moving, and I open my eyes to see his face only a few inches from mine suddenly looking very serious. His eyes bore into mine, and I can tell he is thinking. Debating.

Not moving he begins to speak carefully, as if he was afraid the words that left his lips would scare me away. "Only you," his voice was low and deep, "Could make this dreadful task enjoyable."

His eyes flicked down to my lips, his tongue running over his bottom lip briefly before he bites it. He really appears to be holding something back, his eyes full of conflict. His face begins to turn red, small blotches traveling down his neck and onto his chest.

Despite the tension in the moment, I begin to giggle, "Gare, you're turning red again."

My laughter breaks something in him, letting loose that bit of resolve he had. He let's out a breathy laugh, "Fuck it."

Suddenly, his lips are on mine. The kiss is rough- needy, as if he had been holding himself back from this for ages. His hands, still on my waist drop to my hips and lift me up so I'm perched on the edge of the table. He moves his body in between my legs, pulling me closer to him.

My hands find their way into his hair, fingers tangled in the red locks. When I pull, he let's out a small noise, a moan, really. He takes that moment to decide to pull his lips from mine, leaving us still so close that I could feel his ragged breath heave his chest into mine.

"Maybe we shouldn't do this here, love." Garreth laughed looking down at me, "If we continue, I won't be able to stop, and I really don't want your dad to walk in on that."

"They'd never leave us alone again," I laugh, "I'm pretty sure the only reason they leave us alone together is because they think we are only friends."

Garreth smiled down at me, "I take it that means we're not just friend?"

I can only scoff, pulling him close, "Not after that, no."

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BONUS: The Slytherin Boy's and the Investgation of the Flaming Hobhouse.

"Shush, I can hear him and his friends coming." Ominis crouched behind the potted plant in one of the many sitting areas in the Dark Arts Tower. To anyone else, the two boys hiding in the corner would appear to be nothing more than a shimmer- a minor displacement of light.

"He has friends?

"Shush, Sebastian."

"It was the perfect opportunity," Duncan's obnoxious voice rang loudly down the hallway, causing the hair on the back of Ominis's neck to raise. Oh man, did he really hate this git. "The second the fireworks began I knew I had the perfect opportunity to not only get those freaks in trouble, but even get a brand new robe out of it."

Sebastian went to stand, but Ominis stopped him. He gestured to the magical recorder in his hand, and Sebastian slowly lowered back down.

Meanwhile, Duncan continued talking, "All I had to do was hold my sleeve over one of the candles they have on the table. I knew they could afford buying me a new robe. I mean they're family of Professors here."

Ominis stood up, dropping the disillusionment charm. Sebastian quickly following suit.

"Well Ominis, I think that's all we need." Sebastian spoke comically loud, sure to catch Duncan's attention.

"I agree Sebastian," Ominis brushed off his robe, "Gee, this recorder sure is nifty. I say we go show Professor Sharp. I think he'd love it."

Duncan's bravado dropped, and he began to approach the pair of Slytherins, "Gaunt, Sallow. Please don't. Please, I'll do anything."

Ominis pointed his wand at Duncan, beginning to walk backwards, "Come any closer, Hobhouse, and I'll melt your eyebrows off. Now, if you excuse us. We are off to see a Professor."

Sebastian turned to face Duncan as Ominis began to stride away. The boy pretended to search his pockets, then pulled out his middle finger, mouthing a proud, "Fuck you."

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HOGWARTS LEGACY CHARACTERS

Argument Aftercare (ó﹏ò｡)

Sebastian:

Arguments with Sebastian are usually filled with a lot of emotions and depending on the situation, there are multiple ways it usually ends. For example, if it had something to do with the Dark Arts, in which you’ve always been on the fence about — your arguments are usually a lot more intense, perhaps due to how worthless he stills feels about not helping his sister. These arguments usually consist of raised voices, scoffing, belittling and usually ends with him storming away. However, it doesn’t take long for him to hate himself for treating you, the one person that had stuck beside him through everything, this way and when he finds you crying behind the Herbology classroom, he drags you into a strong embrace. Eventually, despite your attempt to push him away, his apology worms it’s way into your heart and you realise he’s just struggling and he just needs you. You make it known, that this doesn’t make it right and Sebastian agrees but he just needs you, needs to hold you and eventually — your love for him perhaps clouds your vision. HOWEVER, if your arguments are due to noticing you unintentionally flirting with another guy or what he assumes is that, Sebastian’s more dominant side comes out and he usually makes it known you are his. This usually ends up with both of you pressed up against a wall barely hidden from view and he proves that you belong to him. This has always been something you enjoyed and perhaps, at time you purposely make him mad, just for this result.

Ominis:

Ominis’ arguments, are usually around Sebastian or your blatant disregard of the harm you put yourself in and at times…it’s about how you tease him, especially in front of others. The arguments about Sebastian are usually about your differing opinions in whether what he was doing was wrong or not — or perhaps, it was simply about the idea that you would go against him on something so deeply traumatising to him. But, eventually, when he’s so overwhelmed and disappointed at not only you but Sebastian, you slowly pull him into a warm embrace and refuse to let go — promising that it’s not that you agree, but you just don’t want to leave Sebastian alone. This usually wins Ominis over eventually, but he can’t help but feel upset by it — though his mood quickly lightens, when you distract him. When the arguments are based on, finding you, once again in the infirmary, he practically grumbles and stomps around the room — questioning what you were thinking. This usually ends with him grumbling for days, even after supporting you to the common room, to the bathroom and helps you clean your wounds, he eventually swallows his anger and kisses you softly — wishing for you to trust him more. The teasing arguments, are more so he hates listening to you compliment others — usually Garreth in Potions and those eventually are high intense arguments more so, that he feels hot and bothered — these end steamy and you constantly assuring him, it’s always been him and will only be him.

Garreth:

Garreth arguments are not common, considering how easy-going he usually is, as well as being super supportive of his incredibly talented and badass partner. Now, this doesn’t mean you don’t argue, no you see it might take a lot but when it does happen — Garreth usually finds it incredibly difficult to explain why he’s upset and so he hides. Not usually very hard, he’s usually in the Potion Classroom and as he grumbles and works on his next concoction — he eventually lays everything that’s upset him out. Usually, it’s due to your friendship with Sebastian and Ominis, perhaps out of jealously or worry — but deep down, he just doesn’t feel good enough for you. When he expresses this to you, you can’t help but laugh, which only angers him — and yet, when you quickly move to push yourself onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck, acknowledging his worries, you can’t help but to mock him. You eventually express your feelings towards him and make it known that, you want him and only him and this usually is enough to make him happy again. This always results in both of you making out in the classroom and getting caught by Professor Sharp. Like Ominis, arguments also happen when you put yourself in danger and like Ominis, he usually spends the whole day grumbling and helping you around — wishing he was stronger to support you, despite your attempts at telling him you’re alright.

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[wedonthaveawhile]

Baby, it's cold outside.

Garreth Weasley x MC (18+ only)

MC finds herself in Garreth's apothecary on Christmas Eve, and testing lust potion is on the agenda.

Tags: NSFW, smut with plot, aged-up characters, oral sex male receiving, lust potion sex, one bed trope, voice kink, praise kink, hurt/comfort, violence and gore.

AO3 // Wordcount: 5.5k

Muttering obscenities under her breath, the agitated witch half-hopped but mostly stumbled over another tomcat feasting on discarded street food. In the wake of Christmas, the tapering pavements of Hogsmeade were crammed with last-minute panic buyers laden with shopping bags.

One obstacle away from losing her footing on the mushy snow, she slipped into a familiar backstreet and pushed open the door to G.W. Potions.

The owner had his chin propped in a knotgrass-stained hand, scribbling in an overflowing notebook. Glancing up as the door chime announced her arrival, he broke into a wide smile.

"You're a lifesaver, you know that?"

“I know, I got your message,” Her eyes scanned the clusters of wax-sealed phials, the timber shelves much less packed than usual. "It sounded urgent, I believe your exact words were 'dire need’?"

"I might have been a little dramatic, I’m just running low on stock," Garreth admitted sheepishly. His mop of copper hair tumbled over his brow and he attempted to tame it with his cleanest hand. "I hope I haven’t disrupted your Christmas Eve? I wasn't sure if Friday was the last of your rounds."

"No, no you're fine. I was heading through to Gladrags for a delivery,” she lied.

She'd exchanged firm words with a few demanding clients who assumed she'd be available over the holidays but couldn't bring herself to impose the 'no-deliveries' rule on Garreth—a choice that felt counterproductive to the crush she'd been attempting to curb for months.

She justified it as a reciprocation of the kindness he’d shown her on previous deliveries—slipping tonics in her satchel whenever she offhandedly grumbled about a sleepless night with an orphaned thestral, or an inflamed laceration from a scrappy kneazle. He’d refuse payment, only asking she mark his map with shrubberies of ingredients she spotted while out raiding poacher camps.

She assumed this raised their relationship from business associates to something that resembled a friendship, and friends could bend the rules for each other without ulterior motives.

"Sorry, this time of year isn’t the best for shedding" she explained, sliding a folded cloth over the countertop. Pulling the edge back, she unveiled a modest bouquet of dense black fur. “Though Remi felt somewhat generous after I bribed him with the promise of coins.”

“So, you’re the middleman between me and a niffler?” His face lit up with one of those heart-stopping smiles, and she prayed that the twist in her gut wasn't reflected on her face. “What’s in it for you?” 

"I figured having you owe me a favour couldn't hurt.”

"Favours are quickly becoming our preferred method of currency." He pivoted towards the excessive collection of potion stations, gathered beneath a 'staff only' sign swinging from a crooked nail. The cauldrons rattled on their supports, releasing densely packed bubbles that burst with trapped steam.

The witch slipped a finger in the weave of her scarf, easing it slightly to allow a breath of fresh air to caress her neck, “Are you rebranding as a sauna?”

"Sorry, I know it's sweltering back here," Garreth's eyes skimmed down the curve of her neck as she discarded the scrap of fabric. Stealthy enough, but stoking her hope nonetheless.

Clearing his throat, he shifted his focus to transfer a trio of niffler hairs into his mortar, along with a few drops of mallowsweet oil. "Any guesses today?"

She inhaled the spiralling vapour rising from the cauldron as he wafted the fog in her direction—there was a botanic scent of mandrake, tangy undertones of mint, and berries.

Wiggenweld? ...No, wrong colour, but it’s definitely medicinal.

“What kind of health tonic needs fur?” She eyed him accusingly. "Is this a trick question again, one of your experiments?"

His eyebrows lifted faintly, and a wave of pride washed over her when appeared impressed with her deduction. "I’ve sold out, and the snowstorm wiped out most of the dittany. I'm trying to brew a healing potion without it. Hence the..." He motioned toward the array of vessels stacked on his workstation, covered in a thick layer of curdled gunge. "I've almost cracked it... I'm pretty sure."

"It's interesting that healing potions are so in demand when everyone's spending extended time with their families."

"If everyone's relatives are like mine, I’d say it makes sense." Garreth rolled up his garish crimson sleeves to cool down, inadvertently warming her up with his toned forearms. He was the only wizard in a hundred-mile radius who could wear such a hideous Christmas jumper and still manage to attract several double-takes from captivated passersby. "When I dominate my niece at Pictionary, I always end up with a black eye."

"How old is your niece?"

"Three."

He gnawed on the inside of his lip, restraining a grin the way he typically did when having made her laugh. “What about your family, will you need medical assistance over Christmas?"

The herbology cabinet groaned in protest as the pair leaned against it, "The odds are high, but only because I’m spending my Christmas with a teenage hippogriff. Someone's got to stay at the sanctuary, and I drew the short straw this year”.

"Well, aside from a few hours at my folks tomorrow, I'll be here restocking. I won't be open to the public, but if... you know, if you need anything..."

His eyes lifted to meet hers, and tension coiled in her gut, shooting south at the thought of being alone with him in the locked store.

"Thanks," she said quietly.

"Yeah... of course," Garreth severed the eye contact, redirecting his attention to pick at the corroded hinges of the cabinet. "Sirona’s open over the holidays too."

“Oh... is she?”

He dove into a thorough breakdown of the Three Broomsticks festive menu. She nodded in amusement as he unnecessarily mimed the dimensions of the portions. She tucked away the knowledge that he worshipped turkey and cranberry burgers to the collection of other useless but endearing facts she'd gathered about him.

His cocktail of choice was red currant rum - She’d bumped into him on Halloween thoroughly intoxicated on the stuff. He’d feigned firing a toy arrow in her direction before proudly proclaiming he was Robin Hood, enunciating all the wrong words with the goofiest grin.

He outright denied being allergic to cats, inspecting the collar of each feline that decided to nap in a sunbeam on the steps of his shop, cooing their name before inevitably succumbing to three consecutive sneezes.

His family tree had long branches. On his opening weekend, she'd waded through a sea of proud redheads to reach the kiosk and hand over her business card.

"...Anyway, I wanted to mention it because, you know, if you’re alone for... well, not alone, but if you'll be around..."

Heat flared at the bottom of her spine, cautiously optimistic his rambling was veering toward an invitation.

A blast of glacial wind burst through the doorway as a customer wrenched it open. A light dusting of snow clung to his robes as he crossed the shop floor to the cabinet housing the erotic potions, taking a moment to tuck stray wisps of silvery hair into his hood.

Garreth's lips tightened into a taut line as he observed the elderly wizard pulling the entire supply of lust potion vials from the rack.

His thumb brushed his upper lip as he leaned in close, his elbow jostling her arm. "Do you reckon he takes them all in one go?"

"He'd orgasm from a pat on the head."

"Orgasm? My guy would be flung into the astral plane.”

She butted her forehead against his shoulder, struggling to transform her snort into an ill-concealed cough.

"I should get going, give you two some privacy."

"Attraction has to be in the fold for those potions to do their thing, and he's not my type," Garreth's eyes flitted to her lips, but the tinkling of thirteen phials skidding across the kiosk drew them away.

She reluctantly bundled back up into her scarf while Garreth seamlessly transitioned back into storekeeper mode.

"Have a great Christmas."

"You too, see you next time," he waved at her, turning his attention to the eager customer.

The witch spent her evening re-stitching the ruptured wound of an adolescent Hippogriff, the beast fluctuated between snapping at lacewing flies and charging aggressively toward its caretaker.

Collecting the fallen feathers from the creature's wings, she updated the ledger with the newfound stock, clucking her teeth disapprovingly at the sight of the diminishing list.

What did Garreth say was in short supply? Dittany?

During last week's Hippogriff rescue, she recalled noticing shrubs nestled in the mouth of a cave. It was a harsh winter, finances were stretched, and adding dittany to the stock during a surge in demand would ensure the creatures' comfort for the remaining winter months. Not to mention, it provided a convenient excuse to take Garreth up on his offer of dropping by.

After feeding the remaining beasts and wrapping them snug in warming charms she headed off to investigate.

Her destination wasn't far—a short ride up a shallow mountain. However, the wind thrashed against her broom. The bristles and handle careened in wildly opposing directions as she blundered through the dense forest, with a lumos scarcely penetrating two feet of the blistering snowstorm.

She sought refuge by the wreckage of a stone cottage, navigating through twisted roots and debris until she reached the cavern. Her nose wrinkled at the musty stench emanating from the path ahead, barely visible through a shroud of thick cobwebs. With a silent prayer that this was the right spot, she ignited the tangled web with a tap of her wand, the smouldering strands lit the passage and in the fleeting light, she saw a twitch in the shadows.

She’d barely uttered the Lumos incantation before a force erupted from the shadows, striking her face and propelling her into a bank of tightly packed snow. She desperately palmed the moisture flooding her vision, pale fingers smothering in the warmth of her blood. The forest whirled around her as she was hoisted into the air and slammed back to the ground.

She blindly blasted the acromantula into crumbling ruins with a frenzied swish of her wand. The arachnid recoiled from the thunderous blow, sprawling onto the ground before burrowing beneath the earth.

Scouring the terrain for any indication of the beast, a trail of crimson droplets stained the snow as she backed away, a ferocious blast of icy wind lashing at her throbbing wound.

Wiggenweld, I need wiggenweld.

The invasive thought tore through her mental image of the sanctuary farmhouse as she apparated.

Ploughing shoulder-first into a weathered door, the impact reverberated through her bones, pinging her brain around in her skull.

The skunky stench of wizzenweed curled into her nostrils, mingling with the sharp reek of spilt beer she'd stomped into and splattered up her ankles.

She swiped her hand across her eyes to smear away the blood and the harsh click of a lock snapped her back to reality—back to Hogsmeade.

Mellow candlelight exploded like a flashbang as a door creaked open, and a broad figure silhouetted against the orange glow said her name.

"Garreth?"

Humiliation struck her chest like a knife—a solid blow between her lungs. Tacky blood clung from her eyebrow to the corner of her mouth, pulling at her skin as she fought to articulate an explanation.

“What happened to you?”

"I'm so sorry, I tried apparating home, but the… it was a mistake. I needed wiggenweld… but the shortage, that’s what you told me, so I thought of you, and, I could've splinched…”

"Whoa, take a breath, you're talking a mile a minute.”

Garreth’s hands were firm on her shoulders as he steered her towards the counter and settled her on his chair. Flames from the brewing station twinkled in and out of focus as she tried to hone in on him dragging an extra stool across the floorboards, taking a seat in front of her.

"This doesn’t look like a hippogriff wound. Did someone do this to you?"

“N-no, no I was just being reckless… I did this to myself.”

She quivered as the crook of his warm finger tipped her chin up, assessing the cut with suspicious emerald eyes.

"I'm sorry," she momentarily forgot how to breathe as his thumb traced a slow path up her cheekbone. "I didn't mean to bother you. I probably have some healing tonic in a drawer at home..."

"Stop with the apologies, I told you to drop by if you needed anything, didn't I?"

A stack of flannels rested beside a simmering cauldron. He reached for one, tilting her face as he dabbed at the coagulated blood.

"It’s not as bad as it looks,” he declared, slinging the cloth over his shoulder. He scratched his forehead, a streak of crimson smearing across his freckles. "It's not too deep. If you'll let me, I could stitch some of the shallower parts back together?"

She nodded, fighting back a soft sound when he applied the tiniest bit of pressure to her throat to keep her steady. The flesh throbbed as the tip of his wand traced down the wound, his copper lashes fluttering with concentration.

It felt glaringly obvious she was intentionally avoiding eye contact. She studied the awkward, rigid dance of the misshapen reindeer on his jumper as a distraction, scattered patches of burnt fabric lay strewn in their path. Some splashes of the corrosive substance had scorched through completely, frayed fibers exposing freckles scattered across his breastbone like tiny constellations.

“You shouldn’t be wearing this.”

He quirked an eyebrow, "What would you prefer me in?”

Her complexion transitioned from deathly pale to a fiery red in seconds, "No, I just mean... the stains. They look like they’re irritating your skin," she said, reaching out instinctively. Her fingertip traced around an exposed patch of inflamed skin, causing Garreth to inhale sharply.

The atmosphere shifted. His dilated eyes locked onto hers as she glanced up and tension rippled between them, her freezing hand poised on his chest while he cradled her jaw.

Tender fingertips brushed aside strands of wet hair that clung to her cheek. "Are you going to tell me what happened?"

"Spider," her voice barely rose above a whisper before she cleared her throat lightly. "Set its house on fire."

"Rescuing a beast?"

She responded with a noncommittal hum.

I flew up a mountain in a storm and set an acromantula on fire to find Dittany because you mentioned it briefly.

She'd be carrying that one to the grave. Or reserving the tale for their grandkids—hinging on whether the trauma scrambled her brain enough to ask him out for a drink on New Year's.

The hold on her lungs slackened as Garreth rose to his feet and fetched a trio of potions from a lofty shelf, "Murtlap essence for minor skin abrasions and it will stop you from bruising, a calming draught for shock, and this one’s for internal damage. You don't seem to have a concussion, but just in case." He arranged them on the desk alongside a clean glass before adding "They're not renowned for their flavour, you're better off taking them all at once."

With a weak expression of gratitude, she swallowed the amalgamated concoctions. The blend curdled on her tongue, flopping into her stomach like a sodden lump of wet cement.

Garreth chuckled at her attempt to conceal a grimace. "You should recover fairly quickly, but just in case, is there someone back home who can make sure you're taken care of tonight?"

"No, I run the sanctuary with a friend, but she's at her Gran's for Christmas," she fidgeted with the hem of her coat. If she had been seriously hurt, nobody would have had a clue where to find her, let alone bother looking. "It's just me.”

Garreth nodded, twirling his pestle in circles inside his mortar. She sensed his question might have been an indirect hint for her to leave.

Swallowing down her disappointment, she rose to her feet. "Well, thank you for coming to my rescue. I’ll—"

“You should stay here tonight,” he interrupted before she could finish her sentence, pivoting towards her with hands on his hips. "I just… I don't think you should be left alone after something like this."

"Here?” She stared at her mud-splattered work boots to try and conceal the blood swarming her cheeks. “Are we supposed to top and tail on your brewing station?"

"I live above the shop. You can take the bed, I sleep on the sofa most nights anyway – I can grab you some dry clothes too."

Her overactive imagination slashed through the depths of her mind leaving behind tattered shreds of unadulterated filth. Sleeping in his bed, swaddled in one of his knitted pullovers – was he trying to kill her?

"Didn't know you were such a night owl," she deflected, anxiously nibbling on her lip as the storm screamed past the window.

If he’d detected her brain being filthy, he wasn't letting on. Swinging open a cabinet door, he produced a bottle of billowing crimson liquor, suspending it between two fingers. "I got some red currant rum from a customer. Given that it's technically Christmas Day, perhaps we should celebrate?"

"Is it that late?" She craned her neck to check the time—twelve o’ twelve. "Was this whole white knight act just a way to lure me into keeping you company on Christmas?"

"Act? Come on now, are we just going to pretend you didn't think of me on your deathbed?"

The calming draught had worked too well, eclipsing any hint of shame she might have felt from that comment with the flicker of bad intentions in his eyes.

"You seem more than happy to receive me."

The cupboard beneath the potion station emitted a groan from its corroded joints as Garreth began searching for a pair of untarnished glasses.  "What can I say? I have a thing for women covered in blood," he paused, peeking over the door, "I swear I’m not going to murder you, that joke came out wrong."

She laughed as he polished water spots from the vessels with his gaudy jumper and placed them next to his replenished stock—rows of incandescent fuchsia spiralling in heart-shaped containers.

"Luxtentia," she read aloud from the label, a scrap of parchment detailing the trial-and-error process tucked alongside it. "Did I catch you in the middle of trialling new potions?"

“Lust potion,” Garreth clarified, allowing the scarlet alcohol to flow liberally into their cups. "Believe me, you'd be noticing some side effects if I had been testing that."

Tugging at the loose threads of his words felt almost instinctual.

"...Attraction has to be in the fold for lust potions to work," she tilted her head innocently, quoting his earlier words, "Doesn’t it?"

Handing her a brimming glass of the berry-infused cocktail, Garreth took a sip of his own while studying her over the rim. "Did I say that?" He appeared wholly unruffled, and a twist of arousal lit her up at the fact.

"Word for word."

He tapped a finger against his drink thoughtfully, "Would it work both ways?"

She let the back of her head thump against the barren shelf, half-hoping the collision might knock some virtue into her. No such luck. "Do you want to take me upstairs and find out?"

His grin was blinding, and a delicious anticipation blasted into her. An unspoken dare hung in the air, both silently challenging the other to make a move. He gave in first, reaching out to collect two vials of the blushing potion and pressing them into her palm.

"Your move."

She feigned a thoughtful pause before digging her nails into the stoppers and pouring a vial into each of their beverages.

Raising his glass with a wild glint in his eyes, she tapped hers against it before they knocked back the entire drink in perfect unison.

Sparks charged down her oesophagus as she set down the glass, and her clothes clung to her skin like she'd been dunked in honey. Was that the potion? What an insufferable side effect —though the logic became apparent as the urge to strip away every layer waged war against a rapidly declining sigh of restraint.

“Do you feel anything?”

Garreth’s voice burrowed under her skin – Was it always that deep-rooted and husky? If his voice was making her wet, actual sex might ruin her.

His face swam when she glanced up at him, features swirling like the post outside Madam Snelling's Tress Emporium. She couldn’t feel anything except how her skin was so tight she might rip out of herself. “I… feel drunk.”

His hand crept towards her in excruciatingly slow motion, each passing second punctuated by a thousand splintering cracks of her heart against her ribcage.

The warmth of his fingers on her wrist seeped through her clothes and scattered like white-hot stars beneath her skin. In her mind's eye, she watched those fingers tugging at the roots of her hair, tightening around her throat, satisfying the desire swirling between her thighs – Oh, she was fucked.

"Look at me," Garreth crooned, oblivious to the fact that his words were licking at her like flames. He kept talking, something about a rose, but his words were swallowed by the ringing in her ears.

"What?" she asked, dumbfounded by the cascade of words pouring from his lips.

“Your cheeks are all rosy, are you warm?”

His voice. His fucking voice.

She thrust the heel of her palms into her eyes, but his scent clawed into her lungs— Mallowsweet and shrivelfig fruit, blending with the smokiness from the ever-burning stove. She wanted to bury her face in the crook of his neck, to trace her tongue along his pulse until she could taste it too.

“Sweetheart?”

He had never said that before, only ever referring to her by name. When she cracked open her eyes, she saw that his were feral, locking onto her like a predator sizing up its prey. His pupils were blown out, the vibrant emerald engulfed by black.

Her uneasy laughter cut through the fog, hands instinctively reaching out until she found herself pulling him closer by the fabric of his sweater. "Garreth, what the hell is this?"

"I didn't know it was this... intense." His fingers pressed into the burning flesh of her cheeks, unsure whether they were pulling her closer or attempting to keep her at bay. Her tongue chased the pad of his thumb as he swept it across her parted lips. "Do you want me to take you to bed?"

"Apparate us.”

His hands descended to her neck as he drew her to his lips.

A fierce tug deep in her belly wrenched her in every direction as they plummeted into a disorderly pit of tangled blankets. The overpowering scent of his bedroom had her in a chokehold. Her greedy attempt to inhale the air was cut off as he took her lips again, his thigh sliding between hers.

She scraped her nails through his gorgeous hair, tugging the locks at his nape to lick along the sheen of his throat. The salty tang of his restraint was the single most delicious thing she had ever tasted. The groan he let escape reverberated against her lips and she imagined him moaning like that against her ear, his hips grinding into hers.

“Fuck, do that again.”

“I knew it,” her breathy laugh dispersed across his skin as she gave the sleek strands another tug. “You like that?”

"You often think about what turns me on?"

He buried his face in the curve of her throat, seeking out her pulse point. The unexpected pleasure of his bite triggered a sultry whine—she’d never made that sound before, but the potion had flushed out any ounce of indignity. He sucked a bruise into her skin, grinning as she grasped at his clothes in an attempt to pull him closer.

"Take this off, please," she scrambled with the hem. His rock-hard arousal was digging into her stomach and the fabric barriers were driving her insane.

"Don’t bother begging," his words rumbled against her neck as they both shed the constraints of their clothes, "I'll give you everything." His voice was twitchy, cracking apart with lust. An eternity passed before fabric was dragged down her thighs and found a home somewhere in the mountain of blankets.

She could barely feel his fingers—just an explosive shockwave blasting across her body. His other hand gripped the base of her skull, coaxing her mouth open, telling her how wet she was.

"Hear how pretty you sound?"

He added another finger, and stars streaked across her vision as she arched into his touch. Her body responded on pure instinct, thrusting helplessly as he mimicked with his hand what she was almost delirious for.

"My mouth sounds better."

Coarse hairs tickled her skin as she slid her fingers under the waistband of his trousers with the hope that touching him back might appease the hunger.

He thrust into her palm with a needy gasp, and it knocked her breathing shallow. In an instant, she'd pushed him onto his back, running her tongue up the entire length of his swollen cock, before swirling around the head.

The man reclining under her was almost unrecognisable, his untamed hair spilling into his black, wild eyes. Unnatural, jerky shudders wracked through his chest.

Sticking out her tongue, Garreth responded with a primal snarl, seizing the invitation to take control.

"There you go, is that what you want?" he whispered, sliding himself between her lips.

Her eyes welled up at the imposing size of him gliding across her tongue, but she didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was how he was gazing at her like she was the answer to everything—Water in the desert.

She took in as much of him as she could, her wrist twisting around what she couldn't. He was ramming into her too hard, but the potion smoothed out the rough edges, turning it passionate.

Gravelly snippets of praise were spilling from his mouth, and the ruined edge to his voice threatened to make her come from his words alone. A particularly greedy thrust pounded the back of her throat at the wrong angle, and she jerked back with a rasping cough.

In less than a second, she was caged under a warm body. "I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be treating you like this."

"Don't be sorry, make me take it."

"Fucking hell," he groaned, descending her body and parting her legs with his palms.

She latched onto his hair, pulling him towards her lips. "No, not your mouth, I need more."

She knew she was being demanding, he just wanted to reciprocate what she had done for him, but the distance between them felt like too much, and she needed it annihilated.

“You need it?"

He taunted her clit with the head of his dick. She didn't want to waste time, he could go down on her in round two because she was so turned on by him fucking her mouth that she was shaking.

He gently nudged at her entrance, and not a single discernible word occupied her mind. She relied on her needy whining to convey what words couldn't, her nails scraping against his broad shoulders as she desperately sought an anchor.

“I don’t think I can go slow.”

"I don't want slow."

The air was squeezed from her lungs as he sank into her, bottoming out with one stroke. An orgasm struck her instantly but being so overstimulated it scarcely penetrated the fog—just a fleeting flash of lightning between her thighs.

Garreth froze as the aftereffects pulsed around him, whimpers fracturing through his voice as he strained to remain still. "Do you need me to stop?"

"No," she squirmed in an attempt to coax his hips back into action. He twitched inside her, and she gasped, "I want more." Hardly had the words left her lips when he thrust into her with such force that it sent her eyes rolling back.

“Pull my hair again."

“Make me come again.”

The speed he set was almost inhuman as her nails clawed across his scalp and down his neck. She planted her heels on the mattress to gain some control and push back into him, but he grabbed the backs of her thighs, holding her in place—spreading her open under him.

"Is this what you wanted every time you pulled out an excuse to drop by?" His hips stuttered when he looked down at the point where they were connected. She was drenched, dripping with how badly she needed him. Taking a deep breath, he started meticulously inspecting the Gryffindor Quidditch flag above his headboard, resisting the urge to finish before her.

Her heart sped up at his words and she could hear herself producing feathery noises as he extracted pleasure from her, "What took you so long to give it to me?"

"You're too cute, made me nervous," he grinned, seizing her nipple in his teeth, and pulling on it until she whimpered. "Push into me, let me have you."

His restraint oscillated, the tender kisses on her neck escalating into gnawing at her throat. The persistent pounding of his hips matched the increasing intensity, delving into the deepest parts of her with each blissful drag of his cock.

"Moan for me, those beautiful sounds are driving me insane."

This wasn't the Christmas she expected: Garreth Weasley's fingers splayed across her throat, conjuring ethereal pleasure with every precise thrust of his hips.

“Garreth...”

“I know, sweetheart." He withdrew his hand from where he was holding her legs apart, using his thumb to trail a lopsided circle around her bundle of nerves. “Come on, give me one more.”

His voice thrust her over the edge and she felt every part of her orgasm splinter through her body.

"Where do you want me to come?" he asked desperately. She was still in the throes of ecstasy, shivering uncontrollably from the high of watching him falling apart. "Tell me.”

"Come inside me," she said hoarsely. Her body was exhausted and hypersensitive, the only reason she forced herself to stay conscious was to witness him unravel.

An aftershock pulsated around him, and he shoved his face into the crook of her neck as he released deep inside her. His fingers clamped onto her thighs so tightly they throbbed, but she was too drained to muster the strength to push them off.

He lazily circled his hips into hers, as if he couldn’t bear to stop. Interlocking their fingers, he planted kisses across her knuckles. The sweet gesture made her heart stutter, and as her head nestled into a soft pile of pillows, sleep quickly claimed her.

She had a hazy memory of stirring in the night with a heavy arm over her waist and knees nestled into the crook of hers. There was something hard and insistent digging into the small of her back and when she shifted to relieve the pressure, he had whined—fucking whined.

His lips navigated her skin until they found that sweet spot under her ear, and she arched back. He accepted the invitation and slid into her. Reaching around to grip his hair, she tugged hard enough for him to reciprocate the pressure with his teeth on her shoulder. Her chest thrummed against his palm as he held her tightly, murmuring sweet nothings while fucking her slowly. He was half-asleep, but he was himself.

The daylight streamed in, too bright, with flakes purring against the window as they cascaded from the skies. Garreth’s bedroom was snug, nothing more than a bed and a chaotic pile of thumbed potion books scattered across the floor. Rolling over, she discovered a mess of red hair protruding from the green blankets.

“Merry Christmaaaaas,” he groaned, his words muffled by the bedding.

"You should've woken me up and kicked me out. Don't you have plans?"

"Guess how many are over at my folks' for Christmas?" He emerged squinting. "Uncles, aunties, cousins, nephews, nieces, girlfriends, boyfriends— What’s the headcount?"

She flung an arm across her eyes, shrugging. His ability to nosedive straight into a conversation after just waking up baffled her. "Twenty-two?"

"Thirty-eight. They won't notice if one is late," he started kissing her, slow, sweet, and sinful. "And they won't notice if there's one more?"

She huffed out a laugh at his fearless invitation, "I can't gatecrash, the last thing I want to do on Christmas day is piss off thirty-eight Weasleys."

“My aunt Matilda will be more upset if I turn up alone for yet another year. It's your decision, but I'm impatient. Waiting a whole year to flaunt you doesn't sit right with me."

Definitely a far cry from the Christmas she had imagined.

“I’d love to.”

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[mamalunawolf]

So I did this a while ago. And I wanted to share this. Because it's amazing and I try to amen as much content or photos of Hogwarts legacy as I can. Even though I have a stupid computer that hates me. If youw any to send me coffee to help a poor girl out. Sure. But I'm not doing that you guys. This is my own suffering. And I love you all. So here is the photos. I call it..

"Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder."

On left is the main canons. In order from top to bottom. Garreth, Ominis, Leander, Sebastian, Amit, Victor, and Sharp.

Now on right are all MCs. Which I love them all. If you are any discord servers with me. One has them all and they are my babies. Maybe I'll introduce them all. Eventually. But my main girl is in there. Top to bottom. Jackson, Maddie, Amaya, Cirilla, and Brigid.

Amaya is the third. Her eyes are so beautiful.

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[lil-renels]

He’s just so pretty

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[skiller0dani]

Secrets | Part 3

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smut | shy!hufflepuff!reader requests info w.c | 3.9k summary | You begin to discover that moving on from Sebastian isn't as easy as you thought it would be.

This was always meant to be more of a Sebastian story, but Garreth is having a bigger role than I expected. Oops lmao but that's why this might seem Sebastian-biased. It was always intended to be a reader x Seb story. Who knows how the story will evolve as I write it though! I never plan the parts ahead of time, I usually just wing it when I sit down at my computer.

I know some of you wanted this to be slower, but I didn't plan on this being longer than 4 maybe 5 parts (knowing me it will be lmao). Perhaps I'll write a slow burn Sebastian story in the future, this was never going to be long enough for that. I hope you still enjoy this anyway!

Song This Song too lol

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

The worst part about a breakup is catching yourself falling into old habits that you don't need anymore. Like how you only realize you don't need to go to the Slytherin common room before lessons when you're already halfway there. Or that you don't need to grab an extra muffin at breakfast because Sebastian slept in again. Taking notes twice in Defense Against the Dark Arts, unnecessary. Reaching for his hand in the hallway only to remember he isn't there hurts more than you'd care to admit. You could feel Sebastian's eyes on you sometimes, whenever he was actually at school. According to Ominis, Sebastian has spent a lot of time disappearing from the castle and leaving the grounds altogether. Not that you were asking about Sebastian, you were just...making conversation.

You tried not to worry about him, after what he lied to you about. You tried not to even think about him at all, because when you did you thought about Solomon Sallow. Thought about Sebastian killing him, thought about his poor sister who was all alone now. Thought about how Sebastian kept this from you for the entire 18 months you two were together. He pursued the Dark Arts, taught himself the Unforgivable Curses and used them. All of them! Thinking about it made you want to cry all over again, made your stomach twist and turn. You felt so angry, heat and rage engulfing you at the mere mention of Sebastian's name. Beneath the anger is sadness unlike anything you've ever known. You feel like your heart has been crushed, left in pieces and you have to dig them out and put them back together. You didn't even know how.

Garreth helped, you spent all your free time with him, like you used to before you and Sebastian got together and he practically banned all contact with Garreth. Now you know why. Sebastian knew Garreth would tell you the truth, he knew Garreth would do what he couldn't. Sebastian felt threatened by Garreth, that much was obvious. Oddly enough, Garreth seemed threatened by Sebastian too. You mostly helped him with his potions, the two of you spent a lot of time wandering the castle grounds looking for ingredients. Which is where you found yourself currently, slowly strolling the grounds. Fall was in full swing, the leaves slowly turning orange and falling from barren branches. The wind had a cool edge to it, slowly sweeping in winter.

"You think Leaping Toadstools would be easier to find...seeing as they're leaping and all..." Garreth complained, his eyes scanning the ground for the red caps of the mushrooms. Your shoulder was pressed against his, your cheeks tinted pink from the chill. Neither of you mentioned when you kissed him...but you thought about it more than you cared to admit. You were beginning to think about him more often as well, your mind drifting to places it hadn't been since before Sebastian. You hate that this happened. That moments in your life are now categorized as 'before Sebastian' and 'after Sebastian'. You never wanted there to be an after.

"Perhaps they shrivel in the cold. Or simply burrow further..." You muse, the grounds were oddly bare of Leaping Toadstools. They usually gave you quite a fright- leaping out when you least expected it. Now you couldn't hear the thump thump thump of their enthusiastic leaps.

"What do you need them for anyway?"

"They have a powerful healing property, along with other effects. I'm hoping to dilute them into a new drink I'm making." Garreth explained, his eyes lighting up suddenly.

"Aha! Gotcha." He smiled victoriously as he pulled a few Toadstools from the ground, tossing them into the bag he brought along. You felt the cold breeze now that Garreth had knelt down, his body heat had kept you at a comfortable temperature.

"C'mere, I'm cold." You whined, bringing a smile to his face.

"Patience, brilliance takes time." Garreth retorted, making you laugh.

"Brilliance? Anybody can pull Toadstools. It'll take more to impress me I'm afraid." You tease, feigning an unimpressed tone.

"Yeah? Guess I'll have to make such an amazing drink, you'll be begging me for more." Garreth rose to his feet then, his green eyes a shade darker as he looked down at you. Your cheeks flushed, though you didn't know if it was from the cold or his close proximity. His chest was nearly touching yours, and there was this look in his eyes. It made butterflies erupt beneath your skin. Yours and Garreth's friendship had this new dynamic that was different than before...this tension. It wasn't something you were protesting however.

"It'll take quite a lot to make me beg Weasley." You fired back, slightly breathless as your eyes glanced down at his lips for a second.

"I'm never one to shy away from a challenge." Garreth shot back, playfulness gleaming in his eyes before he briefly glances over your shoulder. He's angry with himself as soon as he does because he knows you'll follow his gaze. Sure enough you look behind you and your eyes land on Sebastian, who was walking through the main gates from beyond the castle grounds. You take a step away from Garreth subconsciously, your gaze not leaving Sebastian. Sebastian's eyes meet yours, but he looks away just as quickly. He kept his gaze on the ground, he seemed different. Utterly defeated. It crushed him to see you with Garreth, but he usually saw you with him more often than not.

You almost wanted Sebastian to lash out, to yell at Garreth, to break something, to do something Sebastian would do. But this? Slumped shoulders, and not even a word spoken to either of you? He's completely given up, and you wanted him to at the very least fight for you. But he isn't. He's accepting your choice, which you should be grateful for. But it's just so unlike him, so unlike the man you fell for. The man who isn't afraid to defy the law to fight for the people he loves. Where did that man go? Garreth watched your eyes linger on Sebastian as he walked into the castle and he grit his teeth. It's been weeks and you were no closer to letting Sallow go than the day you kissed him in the Gryffindor common room. He knew this would take time, knew that when you fell you fell hard. He just needs to give you more time, your heart was opening up to him day by day.

"Ready?" Garreth asked after a few more moments of silence. You quickly nodded, following Garreth back inside to his potions station in the Potions Classroom. Luckily Professor Sharpe was seen making his way to Hogsmeade so you wouldn't have to think of a way to get rid of him. He didn't exactly appreciate Garreth's creations being brewed in the classroom. Actually he probably didn't want Garreth to brew them at all. The castle was cozy and warm when you entered, and the heels on your shoes clicked softly on the marble flooring. You were ashamed to admit this, even to yourself, but you scanned every face you passed. Hoping you'd see Sebastian, hoping he would stop you and Garreth. Hoping you could yell at him, and that he would still be standing there after you did.

But you didn't see him, because he never waited. Never confronted Garreth, never tried to talk to you. It made you so angry, did you really mean so little to him? Were you just a piece of ass for him? Someone he can say he conquered? Another notch carved on his bedpost?

"...you in there?" You heard Garreth's voice then, looking at you with concern. Maybe pity. Had he said something to you?

"Yes. Sorry." You apologize sheepishly as you make your way down the hallway to Potions. You follow him to his table, and sit down on one of the stools as Garreth drops the bag he was holding onto the floor. He turns the burners beneath the cauldron on, letting it warm before he turns to you.

"What's got you in your head so much?" He asks softly, his worried eyes on you. His gaze was making you feel all hot and tingly.

"Sebastian." You said honestly, much to Garreth's dismay. He was hoping the more time you spent with him the less you'd think about Sallow. You really are under his spell. Garreth was trying to be understanding, and maybe he was just biased because of how deeply he dislikes Sebastian.

"Eventually, you won't think of him at all. Just give it more time, you're heart is still healing." Garreth says gently, turning back to face the cauldron once the water starts to bubble. That's what you're afraid of, that someday Sebastian won't even cross your mind when once he was your everything. You have a hard time letting people go.

"I hope so. I just want to feel okay again." You say softly, and Garreth hums in agreement. An idea hits him then, perhaps this is you extending an olive branch.

"Speaking of which...I was wondering if you wanted to accompany me to Hogsmeade this weekend. We could go to the Three Broomsticks, get some sweets at Honeydukes. I'll buy you anything you like." Garreth tries to play it off casually, but you can see the blush dusting over his cheeks.

"Like...a date?" You ask for clarification, your heart thumping heavily in your chest. You feel a rush of excitement shoot up your spine, and you try to keep the smile off your face.

"Yeah, like a date." He confirms, throwing you a smile that makes your insides melt. You feel the tension growing in the room, it's nearly suffocating. You wished Garreth would just touch you, the way Sebastian had. Like how Sebastian ran his hands over your bare skin, how he pressed his lips against your-

Why are you thinking about Sebastian?

"I-I'd love to go on a date with you." You say, suddenly feeling bashful. You want to kiss Garreth so badly its nearly consuming you, but you don't want to rush things for him. You don't want to rush things for yourself. He had a point when he turned you down that day...your heart is still trying to heal from Sebastian. You might just be emotional and confused, and you're still thinking of Sebastian. Even now, the very moment you agreed to go on a date with Garreth.

"Great! I'll meet you outside your common room after lessons on Friday." Garreth beamed, and you couldn't fight the smile as it made it's way onto your face.

You know what Sebastian would say if he knew what you were doing. You knew the look he would give you, arms crossed with one brow raised. You used to take night walks all the time before you started dating Sebastian! You knew how to bat your eyelashes at the prefects, and you knew which prefects harbored a crush on you. You knew of these roses that had begun to grow just outside the castle grounds, and you thought they'd made the perfect base for a blush. You weren't one for makeup but your date with Garreth was this weekend and you wanted to give makeup a try. So after Garreth had said goodnight, you waited until he was far enough away and snuck out of the castle and into the night.

Though, in hindsight, that may not have been the wisest decision.

Perhaps Sebastian was so protective because he knew of the dangers that lurked beyond the castle grounds. Clearly he'd had more run ins with danger than you previously anticipated. Maybe if Sebastian hadn't gone and screwed everything up, you wouldn't be off wandering a little too close to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. You blame all of this on him, and you hate yourself for still loving him. The moon was shining brightly overhead as you searched the prickly rose bush for the reddest rose, you needed the color for your rogue to be perfect. Maybe if you hadn't been so enthralled you would have heard the twigs snap in front of you. Maybe you would have seen the dark silhouette looming in the trees.

"Look what we got here boys..." You hear a voice say, making you jump. You feel a sickening chill run down your spine as 3 dark figures emerge from the trees. Poachers, you recognize the leather jackets they're wearing. You glance behind you, the castle is still in sight, but too far away to run to. You'd never make it. You raise your wand, you know the defensive spells but have never actually had to use them. The roses in your hands drop to the ground, your entire body is shaking.

"You're out late, breaking the rules naughty girl?" One says, his teeth yellow and his breath reeking of booze. You skin crawled when he said naughty girl. The sultry tone made you feel sick, you could see their eyes raking your figure up and down.

"Was j-just about to head back. Goodnight gentlemen!" You say hurriedly, keeping your tone light and polite so as not to offend or enrage them. You try to hurry past them, hoping they let you leave.

They don't.

"Where are you going in such a hurry? Don't care for our company?" Another man asks, taller than the other one.

"N-Not at all, I don't want the prefects to notice-"

"To notice what, love? That you're a dirty slut who likes to tease older men?" The shortest of the three says, his voice low and his pupils blown. You felt sick with the way he spoke to you, and panic was slowly taking hold of you. What would Sebastian do if he were here? Show them no fear and attack first, probably. Unfortunately for you, you were nothing like Sebastian. Your palms were shaking as you glanced over your shoulder, the only thing behind you was the Forbidden Forest. You were sure to die if you tried to escape through there.

One man grabs your wrist, yanking you against his body. You scream, fighting and thrashing against him. He reaches up and slaps you hard, your cheek splitting open just under your eye. He sneers at you, clearly entertained by the terror on your face. You feel tears pushing at your eyes, leaning away from him as he begins to inch his face closer to yours.

"Stop! Let me go!" You're yelling and crying, watching with panicked eyes as the other 3 men slowly close the circle around you. You squeeze your eyes shut, willing this to be over. For them to let you go.

"Confringo!" You hear someone shout, and the 3 men are blasted off you. Fire ignites their clothing as they scramble away from you, and you nearly cry from relief when you see Sebastian quickly yanking you behind him.

"S-Sebastian!" You cry, your hands instantly grasping onto the back of his robes.

"Mind telling me what you're doing out here, dove?" Sebastian asks incrediously, his shoulders rigid as he uses his body to shield yours.

"T-Trying to make blush!" You squeak as the 3 men rise to their feet, fury in their eyes.

"You've got to be kidding. Blush?" Sebastian asks, exasperated. The shortest of the men got burned worse than the others so he turns and hightails it as soon as he's on his feet. The other 2 look Sebastian right in the eyes, their wands raised.

"Stand back sweetheart, let me deal with them." Sebastian orders and you don't hesitate to follow his instructions. You press yourself against one of the trees, standing at a safe distance with your heart lodged in your throat.

"Bombarda!" One man shouts, an explosion bursting from the tip of his wand.

"Protego, Stupefy!" Sebastian is quick to send the blast back at him, sending the tall man flying backwards. Luckily these men are all drunk, and while they were itching to pick a fight they weren't exactly in the best condition to do so.

"Confringo!" Sebastian yells, sending a blast of fire at the last man who turns and runs after his friends with his britches still on fire. With the immediate danger gone, Sebastian turns to you again.

"Are you alright?" He's distant, won't meet your eye. His shoulders are still slumped, and there's a hollow look in his eyes. You nod, feeling adrenaline rushing through you. Your entire body is thrumming with anxiety and this tremendous need. He eyes the cut on your cheek, reaching up to gently wipe away blood before it runs down your cheek.

"Y-Yes." You stammer, slowly gravitating towards him when you hear sounds coming from the forest.

"Risking your life for blush eh? What's the special occasion?" Sebastian is making small talk, he knows you're still angry with him. You've spent the last 4 weeks completely ignoring him, you're just scared. Which is why you're opening up to him now.

"D-Date with Garreth!" You rush out before you have a chance to remember who you're talking to. His jaw locks.

"Oh."

"Sorry." You say instantly, sometimes you're too nice for your own good. You suddenly remember that Sebastian killed someone, he explored the Dark Arts. He almost lost himself to Dark Magic and worst of all he lied to you about it. You feel rage simmering under your skin, your palms twitching.

Slap!

Your palm makes contact before you realize you even moved at all. You see a red palm mark on his cheek, but he doesn't look angry. He looks sad, which is how he usually looks these days.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I even did that!" You explain hurriedly, but Sebastian shrugs you off.

"It's okay. I deserve it." He says softly, his eyes briefly meeting yours. He's right, he does deserve it. That doesn't mean you want to hurt him, that's not who you are. You still feel your body shaking with adrenaline, can feel it coursing through your body making you squirmy and an uncomfortable heat to surge through you. You eye Sebastian as you take a step closer to him, your body thrumming with energy. You've never been in danger like that before. Never seen Sebastian fight anybody before other than a duel in the hallway. It was...hot. His cheeks were slightly flushed, one still red from your palm. His lips were parted, his eyes downcast as if he were afraid to make eye contact.

Perhaps Sebastian had rubbed off on you, perhaps he awakened an animal inside you that day in the Undercroft. Perhaps you wanted to slap him, kiss him, and then slap him again. Perhaps you just might.

"What are you oomph-" Sebastian is cut off when you fiercely press your lips against his, taking him entirely by surprise. Your lips move hungrily against his, your arms winding around his shoulders while he holds tightly around your waist, crushing your body against his. You kiss him with an intense need, your lips moving against his. You part for air briefly before pressing your mouth against his once more, desperation driving you. You're angry with him, so angry you can feel it burning beneath your skin. You feel so deeply betrayed, and you don't know if you'll ever forgive him. Luckily for you, you don't need to forgive him in order to kiss him. Sebastian will happily take any contact you give him, anything at all is better than the icy nothing you've been giving him the last few weeks.

"Been needing you Seb, needing you to make me come." You whisper against his lips making him groan as he gently presses your back against one of the large trunks of the tree.

"Thought you hated me." He says against your lips.

"I do." You confirm, your hands pulling desperately at his belt. Your words sting, and he would be lying if he said they didn't crush him. But he deserves it. Deserves every ounce of anger you have and more.

"Please touch me, do something. Please." You beg breathlessly and instantly Sebastian is dropping to his knees before you. He'll do anything to earn your forgiveness. Anything. Before you can comprehend what he's doing, he's throwing your legs over his shoulders to hold your entire weight as your feet dangle off the ground. Your back is still against the tree and you feel a heartbeat from between your legs as you gaze lustfully down at Sebastian.

He's turned you into an animal.

Sebastian pulls your panties to the side before leaning forward, instantly latching his mouth onto your cunt. He buries his face into you, his tongue already lapping at you and drawing sweet moans from your mouth. One of your hands winds tightly into his hair and the other reaches up to find purchase against the tree.

"Oh fuck, S-Seb don't stop." You whine, and Sebastian swears you've never looked more beautiful. You grind your hips against his face, shamlessly using him for your pleasure. You've been so pent up the last few weeks and you couldn't as easily jump Garreth's bones. You tried, and he said to slow down. You feel guilt prickling at you when you remember your date with him in a few days, and you're here with your ex-boyfriends head between your legs and you're whining and begging for more.

Sebastian suckles your clit, his tongue licking long stripes from your entrance to your clit before he circles it with his tongue. He continues the motions that make your heels dig into his back, continues to flick his tongue against your clit, causing you to yank on his hair as your orgasm approaches. Sebastian moans against you, his eyes closed and he looks like he's in absolute heaven between your legs. You grind against his mouth as your orgasm builds, and Sebastian lets you use him. He wants you to use him, its far better than not having you at all.

"G-Gonna come Seb, don't stop. Don't you d-dare stop." You warn weakly as you moan softly. Sebastian smiles against your folds, which are puffy and glistening with your slick. He's gonna be nursing a hard on the entire way back to the Undercroft, where he's been sleeping every single night. He continues to swirl his tongue against your heat, dipping it inside and making you come instantaneously. You release all over his face, and he makes sure to lap up every drop until you're shaking and convulsing. Sebastian carefully places your legs back on the ground, his hands holding your sides to help you stand on wobbly legs.

Slap!

Your palm makes contact with his other cheek, and Sebastian looks both stunned and turned on as he turns his worried gaze back to you. He looks almost afraid you'll hit him again, you just might.

"I hate you." You spit at him, readjusting your skirt and heading back towards the castle, leaving a confused Sebastian behind. He realizes at once that he brings out the absolute worst in you, but you bring out the best in him.

"Are you alright?" Garreth asks you the next morning as he walks you to lessons. Your mind had been drifting, he could see it. Could see the dazed look on your face, the faraway look in your eyes. You hug your books to your chest, a blush searing hot on your cheeks. You're certainly not going to tell Garreth you had been thinking about Sebastian's head between your thighs last night, or that you were wondering how long you would last until you caved and sought him out again. Your eyes caught Sebastian's as you turned for Charms, but you quickly glanced back at Garreth.

"Yep, fine!"

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[hiddengryffindor]

"It's too much" sneak peek

My next smut will be slightly long... okay maybe too long

...Ok, definitely it will be very long, but let's be honest, many of us love high detailed smut.

Garreth needs help, again. But this time one of his brews will have a special effect on him, Sebastian, and MC. Weasley managed to accidentally create a lust potion that caused a high carnal desire towards the one who drinks it, however, MC will have a different reaction to this potion... I won't say anymore since I don't want to ruin the surprise but...

Those who have a breeding kink better be ready :)

ALL UNDERAGED CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP

Here I'll leave you a sneak peek of the one shot, you can suggest me any idea you have on that pretty little filthy head of yours, I don't mind walking around hell for a while.

"It's too much" -- A very horny MC

Her swears and whimpers were hush when Garreth moved his face close to her leg, his freckled cheek brushed against her skin, his hand on her knee, keeping her on his shoulder, his breath brushed her flesh and then he bit the soft skin of her leg, causing a small tremble across her body. Garreth left a tiny red mark on her leg, then he bit again in another spot, occasionally licking the little red marks, leaving a wet trail across a small spot on her leg. His lips and tongue brushed and passed through a few battle scars from her last adventures, while his fingers kept her skirt away from his path. “Your skin is so soft… so delicate”

“G-Ga–rreth” her hands shaked, her wrist aching from the tight grip of the rope. She never imagined Garreth would be this… teasing. Part of her hated that small wish to meet more this side of Weasley.

“And you smell so good… just like a treat from honeydukes… but better”

“S-shut up…” She fought against the sweet and needy glare on his green eyes.

“I wonder how you taste…”

“Garreth, stop!”

Sebastian quickly woke up from the trance her whimpers caused on him. His hands kept her steady against his back, grabbing her waist slyly harder than Garreth’s grip on her leg. A hard sigh came out of him when one of his hands slowly moved up again, making her struggle one more. He kept undoing the buttons of her blouse, but this time was slightly different, he was more desperate, which caused to slightly tear the fabric of her blouse, making a few buttons fall to the floor. Her heart skipped a beat. Her white laced bra was now exposed, along with the rounded shape of her breasts behind it, her stomach and belly button. Sebastian bit his lip when her blouse was now open. The warm skin of his hand met her stomach, his thumb sweetly caressed her skin, keeping her sounds low.

“There, there… you are doing just fine darling”  

“Seb… please… Don’t do this to me” He hushed her again, kissing her slyly up from her collar bone, licking her neck until he reached her ear, taking the skin between his teeth, which made her tremble. Quickly she noticed her body was becoming too sensitive. It seems the potion was starting to cause its effects on her.

Garreth began to stand up slightly, letting her leg rest on the floor, her feets met the cold wood, his hands traced the curves of her legs, then her thighs, and finally stopped on her hips, close to the start of her skirt. His breath tickled the skin of her belly. He looked up at her, meeting her gaze.  

“Garreth…” 

“What’s wrong darling?” His voice was a hush whisper from his usual tone. She bit her lip when his words crashed against her abdomen.

“D-don’t–” 

“What?...”His hands caressed her hips, meeting the skin between the fabric of her skirt and the flesh under her unbuttoned blouse. “Don’t what?”

Sebastian felt slightly jealous, watching her reactions to Garreth’s touch and words, his possessive side became present. The brunette boy moved the hand that was resting on her stomach towards her chest. A little gasp came out of her when suddenly his fingers touched the  fabric of the bra. He was going to be the first one who would touch her most secret places.

“S-Sebastian!” 

Garreth felt her body squirm when Sebastian’s hand met the warm skin of her chest. He watched her expressions while the Slytherin boy teased her with his fingers close to her breasts, toying with the fabric of her bra. His eyes met with Garreth’s eyes, they weren’t friendly but neither threatening, just possessive.

“Are you seriously going to act like this now, Sallow?” A confused sound came out of her after Garreth’s question.

“What? A little competition won’t harm anyone” Sebastian said with a small chuckle.

Garreth took Sebastian’s sudden action as a challenge. With a low chuckle the redhead boy guided his hands to each side of her hips, sliding until they found the starts of her skirt. Another little gasp escaped from her mouth when his fingers slid through the fabric. Her bounded wrists grabbed his red hair, her fingers holding hardly and pulling him away, making him let go a pained groan.

“I forgot how difficult it was for you to keep steady in one place” Garreth whispered against the flesh of her naked belly, knowing this made her squirm. 

A tired smirk appeared on his face and he grabbed her wrists, her fingers letting go of his hair, pressing them against her chest. Sebastian quickly took hold of her wrists so Garreth could finish his current task. His hands grabbed the fabric of the skirt. A groan coming from Garreth was heard in the room, but it died under the sound of something being ripped apart. A gasp escaped from her when the cold ambience of the place met her legs. The Gryffindor boy ripped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, revealing her white cotton panties. She quickly closed her legs and fought against Sebastian’s grip.

“No! please don’t–!”

“Easy… easy” Sebastian whispered, wrapping an arm around her while the other moved to her back, slowly going up. Her attention went back to Garreth when now his hands caressed her thighs, trying to spread them. 

“Could you open for me?...” 

“Never” 

“Isn’t the sensation killing you too? please… I can’t take it anymore”

see you soon~

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