#Caligo's stories

[estcaligo]

an idea that came to mind:

*Referencing Sleeping Beauty. Romantic Malleus x F.Yuu. *Mention of death.

Malleus and Yuu get married, but at the wedding, a fae (perhaps one who was in love with Malleus or hoped to wed a child to him) casts a curse on the couple. The curse declares that soon Yuu will be pricked by a "Royal Thorn" and fall into a deep slumber (basically death).

Desperate to protect Yuu, Malleus orders every thorn in the kingdom to be cut down, eliminating even the slightest possibility of the curse coming true. He even burns down the beloved Briar Rose garden, carefully cultivated by the Draconias for centuries - all for his dear wife.

For a time, all thorns are gone, and the kingdom enjoys a period of peace (very short). Then, one day, the happy couple shares an intimate moment and begin to kiss, and Malleus's fangs accidentally prick Yuu's lips.

Curses and prophecies are often vague, and the fae never specified which part of Yuu's body would be pricked, nor what exactly a "Royal Thorn" might be. In the end, it was Malleus's own fangs.

Blood trickles from Yuu's lips - this has happened before, but this time, Malleus holds his wife in his arms as the light fades from her eyes, her eyelids growing heavy until they finally close. She falls into a slumber. It's not death - yet - but it's not quite life either.

Is there a way to wake her? Who knows.

But with his powers, Malleus can, at the very least, make her time in this slumber a happy one. If he cannot wake her, he will ensure that her dream is filled with happiness. Forever if necessary.

[peppermint-moss]

are you ever gonna make a amv/pmv with some warrior cat ocs? your designs are to die for and i'd love to see your storylines

aw thank you!! ;w; I don't really have warrior cat ocs of my own tbh, they're really fun to make but I don't have a lot of inspiration or drive to continue expanding more on the stories of warrior cat ocs myself (which is why I offer oc designs as a commissions instead so other ppl can have fun with those characters haha)

I do intend to make more original stories in graphic novel format!! (which I wouldn't be surprised if i made some amv/pmvs based off of those stories); notably Bluebell Littleears would be the one I tackle first (and to the cat people in the crowd Yes there will be cat anthros in that story at some point haha)

[brosif40]

something something what it's like when they (or any Caligo) get taken over by The Matriarch

[misc-obeyme]

Got caught up on Arrie's story and he's just!!! 💕🥺🥺 Raaa he's so cute I'm putting him in my pocket for safekeeping. And dang, thinking abt him made me realize while I've sung w people recently, I haven't had like a good jam sesh in way too many years. Ugh even just humming along while he plucks on some chords would be nice, v relaxing. Like that one girl harmonizing w a fan

And Caligo.... man I still wanna fight him but!!! Oh no he's hot (thanks for the food Silver 🙏🏼) I saw you calling him your little meow meow and I wouldn't be opposed to hearing more abt him 👀👀

- Luck 🍀

Ahh I'm so glad you're enjoying Unchained, Luck 🍀 anon!

I personally think there's something really special about creating music with other people or for other people. Like it's just a really cool way to connect in a shared activity. And music can be so emotional, too! It's like here, take this piece of my soul~

Anyway, I hope you get to enjoy making music with others soon! I know Arrie would love to accompany you, humming or singing~

Oh, Caligo... I always understood the little meow meow thing to be specifically a character who's a bad person, but that you can't help but love because they're also kind of pathetic? I may have that definition wrong, but that's what I'm thinking when I call him that lol.

So a little more about him - I needed a villain character obviously, but once I started writing him, I ended up liking him too much. So I was like okay, I need to give him a really pathetic reason for doing all the shit he's doing. I was trying to make him unlikeable because I liked him lol. I was like no I can't like you, you're supposed to be a jerk!

I don't know if I succeeded, but you won't find out everything until the very end of the story so we'll see when that happens, I guess.

I always say, he's not a bad guy! But that's because I'm trying to make excuses for him. He fucked up really bad and now instead of like learning from that experience, he's digging in and making things ten thousand times worse.

Fun fact about Caligo: he's famous among reapers. Lots of gossip about him. He's also technically an escaped convict, but you'll get more about that in later chapters. :)

[cljordan-imperium]

4.11.23 Flash Fiction

While most of my OC's are still running around in complete chaos, I did manage to to pin two down for a short blurb from a past prompt by @flashfictionfridayofficial

“You know, I don’t understand why you’re being quite so hostile.” Beelzebub tilted his head with a slight smirk on his face as he regarded Abriella standing before him, looking completely nonplussed.

“Am I supposed to look thrilled to see you, Beel?” She huffed out a laugh, “come on, you know me better than that after all these years?”  Abriella couldn’t keep the bemused look off of her face.  Had he taken a lightening bolt from Zues to the head?  “You stroll into a peaceful realm and try to setup camp and think I wouldn’t hear?  And I thought Luc was the Prince of Pride.  He’ll be wounded!” His smirk was now matched with one of her own.

“I wasn’t doing bad, till you and your,” he gestured to Arioch, Andronicus, and Orpheus behind her, “little friends there showed up.  I seem to overpower their strongest warriors. So, yeah, I did.” The condescension and arrogance in his tone and written across his handsome face made her want to smite him just for that.  

“Happy to ruin your plans, Beel.  I do always like evening the odds.  I’ll even make it sweeter and let you take me on, one-on-one, if you think you’re up to it.”  Now she was the arrogant one.  Arms crossing over her chest, hip cocking out to the side, the challenge was even reflected in her eyes.  “That is, unless you’re afraid of one little female….”  She let the last word drag out and hang in the air.

“We both know that you are far from just one little female, Abriella. Now, now, don’t try that with me.”  Beelzebub surveyed around him as he shook his head and chuckled.  He was truly fucked with four of them there.  Just her, and he might have been able to escape, but she had backup.  When he got out of this fucking realm he would find out who had betrayed him, and they would suffer painfully for it.

“Try what?”  Her lashes batted and a coy smile flitted across her lips, even her voice went all sing song.  Abriella couldn’t help toying with the handsome Prince.  Too bad such a handsome face and delectable body was just the casing for a soul as rotten as an avocado half left on the counter overnight.  

Beelzebub’s head tipped to the side and his eyes rolled brainward.  Of course she just wouldn’t charge him and get it over with.  Those red nails on the tips of her fingers really were claws and he was the mouse that she was toying with.  Eventually like all good predators, she would pounce; it was the waiting he hated.  “You know, we could team up, you could switch sides, beautiful.  We could make a really good team.”  Maybe charm would work.

Now he got a laugh, a real one.  Its melodic sound seemed to reverberate off the stone walls of the cavernous building she had cornered him in.  “I did not know you considered me a fool.  You cannot talk your way out of this situation.  No, you’re going to have to fight your way out.  The door is behind me, so…you want to live to try and beat Leviathan to laying claim on free realms of creation….you’ll have to conquer me and mine.” Her chin lifted in defiance as the tip of her sword impacted the stone floor, chain lightning in purple, pink, teal, and white skittering across the floor in all direction and charging the air around them all.  Skin tingled, the air crackled, and there was a hum that could be heard.  “I’ll even let you have first swing…”

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[palaceofimperium]

IMPERIUM & CALIGO

The Past & Present of Imperium & Caligo

When Abriella and Abbadon were mated, there was a change that took place in the realm that had been called the Chistendom’s Hell.  Before their mating, there were truly many levels to Hell; and none of them looked remotely like the depictions that Earthly artists had rendered through the years. There was no fire or brimstone in the sense that had been depicted, no pit with souls writhing about it in it, and in most respects all levels were far more mundane than anything that man’s imagination had come up with to manipulate the masses with through religion.  

Those upper levels of Hell were split from the lower and formed the realm now known as Imperium.  They had always been the levels where the demons, the Fallen, and other creatures that chose or had been cast into Hell called home.  Yes, there were always creatures who had CHOSEN to call Hell home, and those creatures still resided in Imperium.  They were the creatures with darker tendencies or that had been traditionally hunted in the Earthly realm and ones like it.  It was a mix of creatures with a mix of motivations, and has remained that way since the split. The buildings varied in design through the ages of humanity and civilization, covering all of the different cultures that the beings that inhabited it were from.  Those not from the Earthly realm brought designs from their own cultures as well.  While it was varied, there was a strange cohesion to it.

Another thing that remained was the sense of order that had always been there.  The creatures did not prey upon one another and there were rules that were followed.  Beings were tasked with keeping that order and enforcing the rules.  Those who broke them and brought chaos into the upper realms, were cast into the lower realms.  Even amongst those considered “evil” by human standards, there was a code of what could be called honor.  What level and rank you were in those realms, and by default then in Imperium, depended on what rank of Angel you were before the Fall. Other beings were ranked upon power and influence.  

The lower levels of Hell became Caligo, which is still ruled to this day by Abriella as Queen and now her brother Cruz as co-regient King.  Those are the levels of the damned.  They are not the torture pits of lore, although there is no doubt that the torture is their purpose.  Those levels were dark, sometimes pitch black, and it was where the damned were sent and the demons worked. 

The Palace of Imperium had been crafted by Lucifer after the Fall.  Originally it had looked like something from a fantasy novel, gleaming white glass and crystal, but it had morphed over the years.  It has grown and changed to meet Lucifer and the other Princes’ needs.  Now that Abriella and Cruz are the rulers of Imperium, they are in control of the status of the Palace. It currently resembles something more akin to the Palace of Versailles, but what the future holds is in the hands of Abriella and Cruz, and it is a power that they respect.

[gay-hoodie-boy]

If want Osfala you should have osfala.

yes but more than that i want to get fancy about it. i want plot and lore...

[ciriceart]

‼️ You can read the first two chapters of the fanfic here! ‼️

The Undone and The Divine, by AtlasBlue

It had been three weeks since the start of the end of the world. Robin coined that term on one of their shifts at the relief center, and Steve had been using it ever since. Three weeks of crisis management and damage reports. It was also that long since Eddie Munson, town pariah, died saving the town that hated him.

The Angel and Its Quarry

This illustration was originally done for Steddie Bang '23! Some stuff has changed, but I'm still quite happy with this one. All linework is traditionally inked with a dip pen and india ink, and the color is digital.

[estcaligo]

Sebek's scales

x reader * romantic, dramatic, focusing more on emotions than scales * Sebek's hands, eyes and ears are done, see #Caligo's stories

"Shh… there, there…" you whispered softly, your hand tracing slow circles on Sebek's back. His low groan rumbled through the quiet halls of Ramshackle, a thunderous expression of his hidden agony. His head rested in your lap, face hidden - as if from shame. He had come to you for solace, seeking comfort from the gnawing, relentless pain he had never expected to experience.

Sebek was growing scales. At last.

A couple on his neck, a few on his cheekbones, some on his back, and on his shoulders too…

It was something he had long awaited, a sign of his lineage manifesting in him. But the joy of this long-anticipated change was marred by the unfortunate surprise of unbearable discomfort. It felt like a wound trying to heal but never quite managing to, a constant need to scratch at what could not be touched - if he scratched, he'd risk tearing them apart with his strength. At this point, the scales felt more like a curse than the proud mark of the Zigvolt bloodline they were meant to be.

But it wasn't just the physical torment… it was the disappointment that burned in him, perhaps even more than the itching and pain. His grandfather had mentioned that these scales, a mark of their crocodile fae heritage, were supposed to come naturally - painlessly, without effort.

But Sebek wasn't fully fae.

Some genetic trick must have occurred, the half-human part of him must have twisted what should have been a prideful moment into a painful ordeal. A stark reminder of his mixed blood. A shameful slap in his face. It felt like another betrayal of his heritage, another sign that he was different in ways he couldn't control. And it tore him up inside, almost as much as the itching tore at him on the outside.

There were days - and long, sleepless nights - when the pain became unbearable, so Lilia, ever perceptive, suggested he spend those times with you. He knew that only you would be able to comfort him in this situation. Your boundless patience and kindness were some of the many reasons why you and Sebek had grown so… close, after all.

Lilia knew as well as you did - Sebek could only truly let down his guard in your presence. Far away from any mention of Malleus. In the presence of his liege, Sebek could never admit to weakness. Never confess to discomfort, let alone agony. He couldn't appear vulnerable - not even in front of Malleus' portrait!

So, after much bluster and loud denial, Sebek had accepted Lilia's offer. And there he was again - in your arms - his most trusted, cherished, beloved human.

To be honest, you didn't know much about the process he was going through. Much? Rather, nothing at all. You'd tried researching it, but Sebek's case was unique, and none of your studies had brought useful results. So all you could offer was your support - your warmth, your touch, your tender kisses, your embrace, your presence.

And that was more than enough for him.

At first, he grumbled and huffed, of course, too proud to fully surrender to your care (the usual routine in your relationship). But inevitably, he would end up curled in your lap, clinging to you when the pain spiked, his fists clenched tight when the itch became too much to bear.

To distract him, you would sometimes read aloud, sharing poetry. Or even snippets of random stories that would ignite his passionate opinions. His voice would rise as he debated with you, his eyes flashing, and soon he'd be pacing the room, animated and alive, the pain momentarily forgotten. You watched him with quiet joy, delighted to see your dear Sebek so full of life again. His voice loud, his gestures grand - your beloved, boisterous crocodile...

Who was growing his scales, despite the price.

You were proud of him, proud of this important moment in his life. And you swore to yourself that you would do everything you could to make this challenge easier for him. After all, he was there for you too, even if he didn't always show it.

Some said Sebek was an open book, but the more you learned about him, the more you realized - not everyone could read what was written within him.

Just because a book is open does not mean everyone can understand it.

Of that, you were certain. And maybe these scales would be like symbols, letters, writing a new chapter in his story. A chapter of a different kind of strength - forged in his unique pain and held gently in the warmth of your love. At the very least, they were writing these intimate moments now - moments you hoped you both would one day look back on and smile.

Sebek was strong. He would overcome this, just as you knew he could overcome anything. And no matter the challenge - whether scales, studies, nightmares, or war - you would be by his side.

Forever and always.

[thefallennightmare]

Caligo's

*I found the first picture on pinterest and this is exactly what I imagined the Caligo's to look like along with the second picture. A good mix*

When they run together in packs, they look almost mist-like. They can mimic voices which is how they get humans to trust them. To the human eye, they look like black mist like clouds. Only angels can see their true form.

[its-suanneschafer-author]

BOOK REVIEW: Anatomy by Dana Schwartz

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[bastart13]

what made you decide on the bigger changes, like reiner being black, saerys having red marks, lennox being a faerie, faeries having gem eyes...

Rule of cool, baby!

I'm fully indulgent when it comes to redesigns or my own takes on a story's concepts. I love worlds with fantasy creatures, especially when they're something a little different from humans + pointed ears.

For demons, I was inspired by both the unique patterns in other animals like goats, the fact human skin has invisible patterns, and the tattoos Saerys gets when he unlocks his more demonic form. It serves as a bit of foreshadowing for his demon form and gets to add to Saerys' feeling of being "marked" as an outsider from everyone else.

The fairies being sparkly with gemstone eyes is fully because SPARKLES! I am a magpie and love shiny textures and bizarre fantasy eyes. Lennox being made a fairy is because I wanted to add some more non-human diversity to the generals, and everything we learn about fairy magic being powered by community connections suits him perfectly for having corrupted it. It's hard to see, but Lennox's eyes are actually a little cracked to highlight it further.

Then Reiner being black is just because I enjoy colouring a diverse range of skinstones and originally the darkest character was Altea's father, followed by Caligo and Ishara. I thought adding some darker-skinned characters would look nice, and it generally suits Reiner's design with the strong golds and reds.

(I still want to see if I can balance out the skintone range as things go on)

[thenerdykneazle]

Sweet Dreams

Summary: You lose track of time showing Garreth around the Room of Requirement and end up staying out past curfew. The room provides a place for you to spend the night. Unfortunately, it only provides one bed.

HL events took place in sixth year for this story to age up the characters.

Garreth Weasley x F!MC

Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, 7th year, aged-up characters, one bed trope, wet dreams (including piv), fingering, oral sex (both male and female receiving)

Word count: 8737

You had decided to show Garreth the Room of Requirement. It only seemed right given that his aunt was the one who had shown it to you in the first place. Plus, you had to share the secret with someone or you were going to burst from the pressure of it. You were too busy to dwell on it last year, but now it was at the forefront of your mind. So, who better to pick to tell than your best friend? You ran back to the common room that cool Saturday morning after breakfast. Luckily, you found Garreth already waiting for you by the fireplace.

“I got your owl,” he said cheerfully. “What’s this secret you want to share?”

You gave him a conspiratorial look. “I can’t tell you here. Come on, I’ll show you,” you said.

There was an excited glint in his eyes, but there was also worry in them. “You’re not leading me into some spider’s nest the forbidden forest again, are you?”

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. It was one time, and he had never let it go. “No, but if you don’t want to come, you’re welcome to stay here,” you said.

“No, I want to come!” he insisted, looking even more afraid at the idea of being left out.

“Then let’s go,” you said rather petulantly. You were excited to finally show Garreth the room, and you had no patience for more delays.

You grabbed Garreth’s hand and dragged him out of the portrait hole. To Garreth’s dismay, you dropped his hand once you were standing in front of the fat lady’s portrait. You set off, practically speedwalking down the corridors. Garreth’s mind sped along with your steps as he tried to guess where you might be taking him and what your secret could be. His confusion grew as you ascended the astronomy tower.

You were grinning madly at him when you halted in front of an image of trolls. Both of you were panting a bit from the numerous stairs you had just ascended. Garreth’s eyes flitted around the tapestry, looking for some clue as to what you were up to.

“Prepare yourself,” you said ambiguously.

Garreth’s heart was racing even more than it had been from jogging up those steps. How was he supposed to prepare when he had no idea what was happening? As he had the thought, a noise behind him caught his attention. It sounded like metal scraping stone. He whirled around to see a door forming in the previously blank wall. He stared at it wide-eyed before glancing to you and back again.

You just smiled even wider at him. You grabbed his hand again and pulled him into the newly materialized room. Garreth was in awe as soon as he stepped inside. You showed him your plants, your loom, and each of the four vivaria. You spent hours playing with puffskeins, nifflers, and kneazles. You were especially amused when a niffler tried to nick a bottle of a glittering silver potion off of Garreth.

You introduced him to Highwing and Caligo, and you went for a flight around the indoor forest. Then you introduced him to Sepulchria and the other thestrals in the swamp vivarium. He couldn’t see them, but he enjoyed meeting them all the same. Sepulchria was rather fond of him, giving him a lick up the side of his head that made his already dishevelled hair stick up on end. You helped him smooth it back down.

You both missed lunch entirely, but you ran down to the Great Hall to wolf down dinner before rushing back to the Room of Requirement. You showed Garreth the beach vivarium, and his jaw nearly hit the sand when he saw the Lord of the Shore. After all the vivaria, you were ecstatic to show Garreth the other room.

“There’s more?” he asked in disbelief.

You nodded eagerly. You led him to the large room and directed his attention to your potions station in front of a large window. There were cabinets full of ingredients, all sorts of tools hanging on the wall, and multiple burners for cauldrons.

“You’re welcome to come use it whenever you like, of course,” you said, smiling at the way his face had lit up.

He glanced at you with his mouth agape before looking back to the station. “Oh, I could kiss you!” he declared.

Your cheeks flamed, and you were glad the ginger was busy staring at the potions supplies. With your blessing, he set to work on a concoction. He told you all about his latest experiment and the results of his prior trials as he brewed. Meanwhile, you lounged on a nearby sofa as you listened.

By the time he was done, it was well past curfew. He had lost track of time, and you had fallen asleep leaning your head on top of your arms, which rested on the arm of the sofa. Garreth shook your shoulder gently to wake you. “We should get back. I’m sorry to keep you out so late,” he said.

You yawned as you stretched out your arms and legs. “Hm? Oh, don’t worry about it. I think I’ve ignored curfew more than I’ve followed it, honestly,” you said.

“Well, I still don’t want you getting in trouble on my account,” he replied, keeping his worried expression.

You nodded in understanding as you sat up, trying to shake the groggy haze from your mind. “Well, we have three options: we can floo back to the common room, sneak there through the corridors, or spend the night here. The floo is rather loud, though, and if your aunt is in the common room when we return, I don’t think she’ll be pleased to see that we were out late together.”

His worried expression morphed into contemplation. “Right. So, we sneak back or stay here. Are there bedrooms here?”

Before you could answer, the room creaked as it altered itself. A new doorway appeared on the wall beside you. You chuckled. “I suppose there are now.”

“Brilliant! I can be a bit clumsy, so sneaking all the way back to Gryffindor Tower wouldn’t bode well for me.”

“Then sleepover it is!” you joked before hopping up off the couch.

You walked over and opened the door to find a single bedroom with one king-sized bed. You spun around and poked your head back out of the room, almost running into Garreth in the process. You scanned the outer room, looking for other doors. There was only the one. Garreth was confused by your behaviour until he peered into the room and saw the issue.

“I guess it really will be a sleepover,” you said.

“I-I can just sleep on a couch out here,” Garreth said. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

“Don’t be silly! That bed could fit four people, and they’d never even touch,” you said.

Garreth shifted nervously on his feet before relenting when you suggested you could just sneak back to the common room alone and let him have the room to himself. You both changed into the nightclothes the room had left hanging for you inside the new room. You changed in the bedroom, while Garreth stepped out to change. He knocked before re-entering to make sure you were decent.

You climbed into the bed on opposite sides. He made a very conscious effort not to leer at you in your sheer nightgown.

Once you were both under the covers, Garreth rolled onto his side to face you. “Today was amazing,” he said with a giddy smile. “Thank you for showing me all of this.”

You grinned back. “I’m excited you finally know,” you replied. “I’d been itching to show you since your aunt told me about this place.”

Knowing you had thought of him almost immediately made a warmth spread through Garreth’s chest. You were often the first person he thought of when he had a new idea for a potion or received good news. He was delighted that you seemed to feel similarly toward him – at least, in that regard. He had many other feelings toward you that he could only hope you might reciprocate one day.

You exchanged your goodnights and wishes for pleasant dreams. You fell asleep quickly, having already been asleep just a few minutes earlier. Garreth watched you peacefully for a few minutes before he felt drowsiness overtake him, as well.

Your wishes worked, because Garreth did have a pleasant dream. A very pleasant dream, in fact. The type he would never admit out loud and would feel a bit guilty for in the morning. Well, at least, he would feel guilty later in the morning when he would have to face you in the common room or at breakfast. First thing in the morning, he would usually cling to the lewd images of you that had filled his dreams as he worked toward his release in the relative privacy of the drawn curtains of his fourposter.

The dream had been particularly steamy that night. Sometimes his wet dreams consisted of you in arousing situations – skinny dipping in the Black Lake; wading in the prefect’s bathroom; or, on one occasion, brewing a potion naked. Other times, he got to be a more active participant in his dreams. The first time, he had dreamt of you two admitting your feelings for each other under a large oak tree before you climbed onto his lap, snogging him senseless as you ground your hips against him. He had proceeded to strip your top bare before palming your perfect breasts in both hands as you rutted yourself against his erection. A frequent favourite was bending you over one of the potions stations after Sharp had given you both detentions. One time, he had even dreamt it was your wedding night.

His dream as he slumbered in the Room of Requirement started out innocent enough. The two of you had gone on a trip to Hogsmeade. You browsed Zonko’s and ate your fill of treats from Honeydukes before walking hand-in-hand back toward the castle as the sun began to set. You decided you didn’t want to head back yet and pulled him off the path. You led him to a little meadow and pulled out a gingham blanket. You sat together, watching the sky turn shades of orange and pink.

Garreth stared at you for several moments before you noticed. You shoved his shoulder and told him to stop staring as you giggled at him. He was utterly infatuated with you. He said he refused to stop staring at something so beautiful, and his words made you blush.

“You really think I’m beautiful?” you asked.

“Gorgeous,” he replied as he brushed a few strands of hair out of your face.

You gave him a shy smile. “You’re not so bad yourself,” you said.

Garreth felt like his smile could split his face right in half as he stared into your eyes. He could see the same fire he felt burning in them. “I love you, MC” he admitted, taking one of your hands into his own.

Your own smile widened. “I love you too, Garreth,” you said.

Garreth leaned in, pulling you into a kiss with a gentle hand on the back of your neck. You kissed him back, quickly intensifying the kiss. You bit at his lip and ran your tongue over the marks your teeth had left to sooth them. Garreth moaned into the kiss in response as his free hand moved to your thigh. You pulled him on top of you as you lay back on the blanket. You tore at each other’s clothes until your shirts were open, exposing your chests. Your hands ran deliciously up and down Garreth’s torso. He kissed his way down your neck, along your collar bones, and down to your breasts. He took a perfect nipple into his mouth, suckling the flesh as you writhed in pleasure underneath him. He massaged your other breast, ensuring neither was neglected.

He trailed his other hand down your bare side before dipping it under the waistband of your skirt. He slid his hand into your undergarments, and his fingers swiped between your slick folds. You moaned his name and gripped his shoulders as he pressed his middle finger against you, rubbing along your slit. He focused his attention on the bundle of nerves at the top of it, rubbing light circles that set your hips twisting and bucking against his hand while your nails dug into his skin.

Your moans grew louder and more frequent as he quickly had you falling apart. You cried out in pleasure, clearly unbothered about the prospect of being discovered. You were too enraptured to care. One of your hands had begun stroking over the bulge in his trousers, teasing him into a state of aching hardness.

“Please,” you begged as you threw your head back and your back arched off the ground.

“What, darling? I’ll do anything for you,” he replied before kissing up your neck.

“I need you, Garreth. Need you inside of me,” you moaned out.

Garreth groaned at the request and your desperate tone. In a flash, he had your knickers pulled down to your ankles and then off entirely. He quickly undid his belt and pants. He pulled himself out of his own undergarment, gripping the base of his shaft as he dipped himself under your skirt. He slid the head of his penis along your slick centre, moaning at your warmth as he did. You both groaned as he slid slowly into you. You enveloped him perfectly, so warm and wet and tight around him. Being inside you was everything he ever hoped it would be. Garreth kissed you deeply before burying his face in your neck. He stayed nuzzled into you as he began thrusting in and out of you, relishing the feeling of each dive back into you.

After a bit, he pulled back and flipped up your skirt so he could watch himself sliding in and out of you. It was a breathtaking sight. You bucked your hips up in time with his thrusts. Garreth was all pants and moans as words failed him. He was pretty sure he had entirely forgotten how to speak, save for your name. You moaned out encouragements of “oh, yes” and “so good, Gar – you feel so good.” Garreth was enjoying savouring being inside you, but he knew both of your satisfaction would require a more demanding pace. So, he was pleased to hear your pleading voice say “harder.”

He gradually increased the speed and force of his thrusts, moving off of his hands to rest on his forearms, and, just as before, your gentle whimpers turned into unabashed cries of pleasure. This was the point in the dream where sleep began to elude Garreth. He was less than pleased to rejoin the waking world when there was a dream version of you that he could be ravishing. His face was pressed into his pillow as he let out a soft groan. You may have been imaginary, but how worked up his dream had gotten him was very real. He had been rutting himself against the mattress in his sleep, and he was just as achingly hard now as he had dreamt that he had been.

He clung to the image of his clock slipping in and out of your tight hole and the sound of your voice as you rasped his name. He had his eyes squeezed shut and his brows pinched together as he concentrated on the dream. He flipped onto his back, brushing a hand over his hard prick that was straining against his underwear and silky pyjamas. He didn’t even know why he had chosen to wear the damned things. He always slept just in his underwear. The answer to his half-hearted query entered his mind just a few moments too late. He had thrown off the blanket and pulled the garments down his thighs to free his cock. It was dripping with precum, and his hand started rapidly stroking it, quietly moaning out some rather unfortunate words at the feeling, when he remembered that he was neither in his own bed nor alone in the one he currently occupied.

You had awoken to the sound of Garreth’s soft moans. At first you thought it had been a holdover from your dreams. You occasionally had some vivid dreams about yourself and your best friend in rather compromising situations. Although you had just been dreaming about him, it had merely involved the two of you testing a new potion of his that made you float three feet off the ground. There was lots of laughing and uproar, but it had been decidedly free of moaning. You squinted through the bright light of the room to see the source of the noise on the other side of the bed. His face was buried in his pillow and his hips were rolling into the mattress as more quiet moans and mumbled words escaped his lips.

You were immediately beet red. You didn’t know what to do. Your best friend was humping into the mattress less than a metre from you. He was clearly asleep. Should you wake him? Just leave the room and wait for him to wake up on his own, pretending you hadn’t noticed when he emerges from the room? Should you do nothing and pretend you were still asleep until he wakes up?

The words came out before you could think to stop them. “Um, Gar?” you said. Waking him was objectively the worst option, but, in the moment, you were desperate to make his moans stop. They were setting a fire in your abdomen that had slick pooling between your legs at an alarming rate given the fact that you hadn’t even touched yourself.

Garreth stirred, groaning as he buried his face further into the pillow. You jolted in surprise when he suddenly flopped onto his back. You gaped at him as he threw off the duvet and pulled down his trousers to the middle of his thighs. His erection sprang free, and he immediately began pumping it furiously. You were in utter shock at the lewd display. You felt completely frozen, not even breathing, and you were fairly certain your heart had stopped, too. Any reaction you could have had was delayed until your body reanimated.

Garreth let out a louder moan as his hand worked himself with wet, obscene noises. “Fuck, yes! Mm, just like that, MC,” he groaned out.

“Garreth!” you had exclaimed almost simultaneously with him calling out your name, finally able to find your voice.

His eyes snapped open, and he ripped the blanket back over himself. “Merlin’s beard! When did you get here?” he exclaimed, though as soon as he asked the question, his mind had answered it as he recalled all of the previous day’s events. His whole freckled body was turning as red as his hair. He would have been rapidly softening from the embarrassment if you weren’t sat in bed next to him, wearing a thin nightgown and staring down at him with wide eyes and gently parted lips.

Your breathing was ragged, and Garreth couldn’t help watching for a moment at the way your chest heaved with the adrenaline. Your cheeks were scarlet, but it just made you look that much more attractive.

Garreth met your gaze sheepishly, hoping beyond hope that you hadn’t heard him just moan your name as he stroked himself. You looked like you’d seen a bogart. “I’m so sorry,” he rasped. His voice was roughened with sleep. “I know it’s still depraved, but I didn’t realize I wasn’t in my room. I really didn’t mean to…expose myself to you.”

Your brow had furrowed in confusion. “Were you…I mean, when you were…Were you thinking about me as you��you know?” you asked.

Fuck. Garreth wished the bed would swallow him up. He knew there was no chance you hadn’t heard him, but the confirmation was still mortifying. Garreth cleared his throat as he sat up, careful to keep the duvet covering his still bare lap. He felt humiliated sitting there with his trousers pulled down halfway and cock still throbbing in his lap as the cursed thing refused to calm down. He just nodded, unable to verbally admit to his transgression. The guilt was so much worse than normal now that you knew what he had been doing.

“I promise, it won’t ever happen again,” he said. He really did mean to try his best, too. He continued without thinking. “I just can’t help it sometimes, but I assure you that’s the last time.”

Your eyebrows raised. “You’ve done it before?” you asked, curiosity overpowering propriety.

Garreth’s eyes widened as he realized his inadvertent admission. “Not a lot,” he lied quickly, his gravelly voice cracking.

You narrowed your eyes at him accusingly. “Really? So, if I asked for a number…?” you teased. “I mean, I think I still have some of that veritaserum you gave me around here somewhere.”

“Please, don’t,” he whispered, a petrified look on his face.

You smirked. Garreth was certain you were revelling in his mortification, which he felt was deserved. In reality, you quite relished the idea that the boy touched himself to thoughts of you. You knew you shouldn’t, but you still did. You licked your lips before speaking. You caught the way Garreth’s gaze flicked to them as you did. Your eyes flashed with a wicked satisfaction. “You are a naughty boy, Garreth Weasley,” you said, tilting your head as you observed him.

His teeth sunk into his lip as he tried to fight the arousal stirred by your domineering tone.

“Do you have a crush on me?” you asked bluntly.

The amusement in your voice devastated him. You thought the idea laughable. He was too far gone to be able to endure your teasing. He could hear you now, taunting him about his “silly crush” on you. He hoped the truth would get you to show him some mercy. “I’ve been in love with you since the day we met,” he admitted.

Your smile disappeared as your mouth fell open. You just blinked at him for several seconds. “Are you being serious?” you asked.

“Yes, so, please, whatever joke you want to make…have the decency to make it behind my back instead of to my face,” he said.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his request. Garreth looked down at the bed as you laughed at him. This was already the worst Sunday of his life. You realized what he must be thinking about your reaction, and you reached out to grab his hand. He looked up at you with confusion.

“Why would I joke about your love for me, Gar?” you asked seriously.

His eyes searched yours nervously as he silently urged you to keep speaking.

You smiled. “I love you, too,” you said.

Now his jaw was the one to drop. “You…really?” he said. He shook his head as if he thought he might still be dreaming.

You bit back a smile as you nodded. Your eyes wandered over him, wanting to engrain this moment in your memory. You smirked slightly when they landed on the duvet piled in his lap. Garreth felt his cheeks burn anew. This certainly wasn’t how he had imagined admitting he was in love with you would go – you catching him with his trousers down.

Your burning gaze as your eyes returned to his sent a wave of arousal straight to his cock. He had to fight a moan at the thought that he had a very real chance of experiencing his fantasies with you outside of his dreams. Of course, he would let you set the pace. He still needed to ask you on a proper date, not just the friendly trips to Hogsmeade where he insisted on paying for your snacks. He always claimed it was repayment for the free butterbeers Sirona gave you two in return for you saving the highlands from Ranrok and Rookwood. It was just an excuse, though. Really, he didn’t know how you hadn’t realized he was in love with you before.

His thoughts were cut short as you crawled toward him on the bed. His breath hitched as your face hovered just a few centimetres from his. His hands fell limp as you gripped the duvet, slowly pulling it off of his lap. His erection sprang free, bouncing off of his abdomen before it settled. You caught your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked down at his firm manhood. Garreth’s heart was thundering in his chest. He was embarrassed at his re-exposure but incredibly turned on by the way you were looking at him.

Your tongue ran over your lips, wetting them before you spoke. You looked Garreth in his vibrant, green eyes. “Is that for me?” you asked.

“Godric, yes,” he said in a strangled voice. “I was dreaming about you all night. Then seeing you here in that flimsy nightgown…It’s maddening.”

You smirked at him before crashing your lips into his, anchoring yourself with a hand tangled in the hair on the back of his head and another on his cheek. A whine escaped Garreth’s lips as he kissed you back. He gripped your waist with both hands to keep them from straying elsewhere on your body. His needy fingers flexed roughly into you. The feel of your waist under his touch was turning him on even more. You let your hand glide from his cheek down to his chest. You began working the buttons of his shirt open, and he eagerly helped you, rapidly undoing the rest of them.

You trailed your hand over his bare chest, dragging your nails over his skin and through the ginger hairs. You slid your hand up to his shoulder, pushing his shirt off of it and leaving a trail of fire on Garreth’s skin. He shrugged out of his shirt entirely before lifting his hands up to cup your face. He kissed you with urgency, as if you might change your mind and dart off any second. His lips were soft as they slotted between yours, but he kissed your firmly. You nibbled at his lower lip, causing him to moan into your mouth. You ran your tongue across his lip, while it was still trapped between your teeth, before releasing it and diving your tongue into his mouth, instead. His tongue met yours in a warm embrace that had your desire growing exponentially.

You slid your hand down his torso and into his lap, gripping his length. He let out another, louder moan as you pumped him, letting his head tilt back in pleasure. You used your hand tangled in his hair to keep it at that angle as you kissed up his exposed neck. You focused extra attention on spots that made him whimper. His hips had begun bucking up as you worked his length in your hand. As you pulled back, Garreth took in your form. Your swollen lips, flush face, and barely hidden curves. “You’re so beautiful,” he said.

“Well, you’re very handsome,” you replied, flashing him a grin. You leaned back in to suck on a sensitive spot under his ear before moving to whisper into his ear. “And you’re incredibly sexy when you’re all worked up for me.”

Garreth groaned out. His hands ran up your thighs under your nightgown, cherishing the bare skin before your underwear. He resisted the urge to rip it right off of you. Instead, he decided to continue traveling up, over your smooth stomach to just under your breasts. You had sat up on your knees to allow the fabric to lift over your body as his hands travelled up, but he was certain of your permission when you let out a needy moan as his thumbs swiped your ribs. He inched his hands up over your breasts, cupping them in his palms and kneading the supple flesh. You both moaned as he felt you up – you at the electric shocks of pleasure his ministrations sent through you and him at the feeling of your breasts weighing heavy in his hands. He only wished he could see them, but he hardly had the coordination to strip you of your gown when your hand had his orgasm fast-approaching.

Each stroke of your hand was pushing him closer to the edge. His legs and abdomen tensed as the haze of desire overtook his mind. He groped haphazardly at your breasts, desperate for more of the intoxicating feel of them. “Fuck, you feel so good, MC,” he said.

“Mm, you feel good, Garreth. I love to feel how hard you get for me,” you replied before pressing your mouth to his in a sloppy kiss. “I want to make you feel so good. Want to make you come for me. Want to see your cum spilling out of you as you fall apart for me. Your big, thick cock pulsing for me. Gods, I bet you’d feel amazing inside of me – filling me up!”

He groaned as he teetered on the edge of no return. As you kissed him again, he fell off the cliff. “Mmph, fuck! I’m coming!” he said after breaking the kiss.

You looked down to see his white seed spurting out of him, splattering his torso and leaking down onto your hand. You kept going, milking him of everything he had until his hand shot down to still yours.

“Sorry,” you muttered, afraid you’d done something wrong.

He shook his head as he panted to catch his breath. “That was amazing. It’s just that it’s sensitive after,” he explained.

You nodded in understanding. “Noted for next time,” you said with a cheeky smile.

Next time. He liked the sound of that.

“Sorry to make a mess,” you said.

He chuckled. “I’m pretty sure I’m the one who made the mess,” he replied before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“Well, yeah, but I made you make it,” you countered.

He just rolled his eyes playfully at you.

“I can help you clean up, though,” you offered before dipping your head down to his chest and licking some of his cum off his skin. It was surprisingly pleasant. It was salty but didn’t have a strong taste otherwise. Garreth moaned as he watched you swallow his seed.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he vowed.

You just smirked at him. He grabbed his wand off the bedside table and cleaned himself up with a wave of it. He pulled his undergarments back up over his hips but ditched his trousers. You gave him an offended look, but it melted away when he cupped your cheek in his hand. “You’re very sweet, and that was very hot, but I’m anxious to return the favour,” he said.

You quirked an eyebrow at him. “Yeah?” you asked.

He nodded eagerly before pulling you into a kiss. He gripped your hips as you kneeled next to him. He leaned into you before sliding his hands back over your ass. You moaned as his hands dug into your flesh. Garreth pulled back. “Wait,” he said. “Is there anywhere you don’t want me to touch?”

“Fuck, no,” you replied.

“Okay, but let me know if you don’t like something. I…I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, holding your gaze with worried eyes.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sweet Gryffindor. “I promise I’ll tell you,” you said.

He looked relieved. He crashed his lips back against yours before using his grip on your hips to pull you into his lap. You straddled him as his hands massaged your thighs and ass. He clearly wanted to take his time with you. Or perhaps he was just nervous, though he didn’t seem it from the way he was kissing you. He fisted the bottom of your nightgown and pulled back again. “Can I take this off?” he asked.

You nodded eagerly. He pulled the garment over your head in a swift motion before tossing it aside. You bit your lip anxiously as he took you in, sitting on his lap in just your knickers. “Fuck me,” he breathed, staring at you like he was in awe. “You’re stunning.”

You gave him a shy smile at the compliment. You didn’t really have self-esteem problems, but beauty was a matter of preference and you really wanted Garreth to like the way you looked. He dipped his head to capture one of your breasts in his mouth. He traced the tip of his tongue around your pebbled nipple before taking it into his mouth. He sucked on it and flicked his tongue over the peak, earning appreciative moans from you as you fisted a hand back into his hair.

As he suckled and massaged at your breasts, you unconsciously began rutting yourself in his lap, gripping his shoulder for support. Garreth smirked against your skin. In a flash, he shifted his weight and pinned you beneath him on the mattress.

“Whoa!” you said. “Fuck, I’ve never been manhandled like that before.”

“I have three older brothers. I learned to wrestle,” he replied with a cheeky smile and a wink. “I’m sure I could teach you a few moves sometime.”

“I might take you up on that,” you said earnestly. You grabbed his face and pulled it back to yours. You were far too turned on by his show of strength to keep chatting.

Garreth slid his tongue into your mouth as his hand slid down between the two of you and into your knickers. You let out a loud moan as his fingers rubbed through your soaked slit and then back up to your sensitive nub, making delicate circles. Garreth had made a breathy moan upon feeling how wet you were. “Fuck, you feel so good, darling,” he said.

“Shit. You f-feel amazing,” you gasped. You didn’t know what he did differently than you did on your own – whether it was the teasing, how wet you were, or a difference in pressure – but it felt so much more intense than the times you had touched yourself.

Garreth shifted so that he was lying beside you rather than directly on top. He continued his slow ministrations as he kissed your neck, face, and lips. You whimpered into his mouths as his fingers worked up a tension inside of you.

He kissed your temple, tasting the salty sweat on your skin. “Mm, I love the noises you make for me,” he said as he pressed his forehead against yours.

You just whimpered again in response. You felt ready to combust as you hovered near bliss but the tension in your abdomen refused to release. “Just a…a little faster, Gar,” you begged.

He was happy to oblige, and the quicker pace had you writhing and moaning uncontrollably. Garreth would have been happy to watch you in such a state all day. He lowered his mouth to your breast, teasing your nipple with his tongue. It was all too much to process. Your legs were shaking, and your abs contracted tightly.

“Fuck, Garreth! Oh! Like that!” you cried out. You were building quickly to your release and could hardly think let alone form real sentences. You couldn’t even warn him before the waves of pleasure racked over you. Your hips bucked against Garreth’s hand as your walls clenched around his fingers. He released your nipple and moved to kiss your lips again. You returned it hungrily as he brought you through your orgasm.

As you came down, Garreth’s fingers slowed but didn’t stop. Your hips jerked occasionally as he brushed over your overstimulated clit. Part of you wanted to tell him to stop – let you catch your breath and calm down. Another part wanted to let him carry you right through to another high.

“That was amazing,” Garreth said, before nuzzling into the side of your neck.

“I should say so,” you agreed between heavy breaths. Your face and chest were coated in sweat, and the air in the room was slowly cooling you off.

Regrettably, Garreth slowly removed his hand from your knickers and rested it on your hip, instead. He kissed along your neck, letting his tongue flick out to taste your skin here and there. “I love you,” he said, his voice slightly muffled from his position.

You ran your fingers through his curls and pressed a kiss into them. “I love you, too.”

Garreth propped himself up on his elbow to look down at you. “Did I…do okay?” he asked nervously.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the question after the euphoria you had just experienced. “You were marvellous,” you assured him before leaning up and pressing a kiss to his lips.

He was smiling when you pulled back. “Good,” he said. “I wouldn’t want you to feel like you’re downgrading.”

You gave him a confused look. “Downgrading from what?” you asked.

He bit his lip as his gaze dropped to the bed. He shrugged. “Well, I wouldn’t know, but…you said you’d never been manhandled during before, so…”

You still stared at him with your brows furrowed together, trying to decipher what he meant. “Oh,” you said as it clicked. “Garreth, I just meant that generally. I wasn’t saying…I mean, I haven’t done this sort of thing before. Well, not…you know…with someone else.”

Garreth’s face turned red. “I’m an idiot,” he said as he collapsed down, burying his face back in the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry.”

You chuckled as you stroked his hair, attempting to soothe him. “It’s okay. I guess I’m flattered you think other people are wanting to…do stuff with me,” you joked.

He lifted his head to look at you. “Oh, I know they do,” he said bluntly.

You quirked an eyebrow at him.

He bit his lip and scrunched his nose as he realized his slip, hinting at the contents of private conversations. “I, um…” he stammered.

You held up a hand to stop him. “I don’t want to know,” you said.

He breathed a sigh of relief. “I promise I’m not just constantly talking to other guys about our lecherous desires for you.”

You laughed. “That’s probably good.”

He nodded in agreement.

You smiled at him. “You’re adorable, you know.” You kissed his nose before pushing him onto his back so you could snuggle against his chest. Garreth hummed contentedly as he wrapped his arms around you. You could hear the steady rhythm of his heart as your ear rested over it. You drew lazy shapes on his ribs with your index finger. “So, um, had you ever–?”

“No,” he said, interrupting your hesitant question. “Though, hopefully you asking means I didn’t seem totally clueless.”

You chuckled. You looked up to see him smirking down at you. You shuffled up the bed so your face was even with his. “I’m glad I got to experience that with you,” you said.

He smiled in earnest. “Me, too,” he said. He held your chin between his thumb and index finger and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. “It was almost perfect.”

“‘Almost’?” you asked in mock offense. Perfect was an unreasonable standard, though you did feel a pang of hurt at him voicing his disappointment.

He bit his lip as a flush rose to his cheeks. He had such an earnest look in his eyes as he stared into yours that your demeanour immediately softened. “Well, I mean, I didn’t…” He took a deep breath before continuing. “I didn’t get to see you.”

He hooked his thumb in the waistband of your knickers as he spoke the last sentence. Your eyebrows rose, but you felt a rush of arousal as heat bloomed in your core again. You ran your tongue across your suddenly dry lips.

“That was my way of asking to see you,” he clarified when you didn’t respond. “I mean, if…if that’s okay.”

You had understood his query. You just couldn’t find words at the moment. You quickly nodded. Garreth smirked, and once again he had you pinned underneath him in an instant. You helped him remove your knickers as his lips latched onto your neck. He ran his hand up and down your side, palming your breast at one point and earning a quiet moan from you.

Garreth sat back on his heels slowly. He was teasing himself by drawing out your reveal. Your legs were parted to accommodate him between them. “You’re perfect,” he breathed out. He dragged his hand over to your core and stroked his thumb languidly along your slit. He moaned at the feeling of your slick skin as he smeared your arousal around your folds.

His touch drove you crazy. He didn’t rush to get to the end. He was relaxed, like petting a cat in front of a warm fire. Like he just enjoyed getting to feel you and would be content to for hours. The thought sounded like torture – but a very pleasurable sort. You were a mewling mess, writhing under his thumb as it rubbed slow circles on your clit. You muttered praises, telling him how good he felt and sighing his name. The only thing putting a damper on your experience was that he was much too far away as he sat on his knees between your thighs. You missed the heat of his body and easy access to his soft lips you’d had when he was pressed against you. You would forgive that, though, because he was so obviously enjoying his current vantage point.

In fact, you couldn’t help but notice his reformed erection tenting in his lap. You were distracted tracing your eyes along the contours when Garreth spoke. “Could I taste you?”

“I–What?” You were still half-dazed as you looked up at him.

“I, um…want to taste you. Here. If…if you’d like it, too,” he said much more anxiously this time and punctuating the word ‘here’ with a firm swipe of his thumb through your folds.

And he had claimed you would be the death of him. You had heard some of the older girls talk about experiencing such things last year. “That’d be amazing,” you said.

His nervous gaze gave way to a mischievous glint in his eye as he gave you a broad smile. He quickly shuffled into position, lying on his stomach between your legs. He placed his large hands on the insides of your thighs, pushing them further apart before he licked up your slit without preamble. He moaned at the taste of you, and you gasped at the vibrations he sent through you.

He pulled back. “Is that okay?” he asked worriedly.

“Yes,” you gasped, reaching down to grab a handful of his ginger locks. You resisted the urge to push his head back between your thighs as your core ached for his attention.

He smirked up at you before returning of his own accord. He licked a stripe along the same path as before, stopping at your clit. He flicked his tongue up and down over it, sending shocks of pleasure through you. Then he dove in, alternating sucking on the little nub and swirling his tongue over it. He moved his attention downward, fucking his tongue into you. You moaned out at the blissful intrusion. It made you eager to know what his hard length would feel like inside of you, though you didn’t voice that to him. You weren’t sure if you were fully ready for that yet.

Garreth experimented, as was his nature, paying careful attention to what you seemed to like best. Once he found a satisfactory rhythm, he quickly increased his pace. The slight burning in his jaw was well worth the utterly obscene sounds you were making. You kept an iron grip on the handful of his hair, stinging his scalp as you tugged the strands, but it was a good kind of pain.

Garreth’s hands had a vice-grip on your thighs, pinning you in place as your hips attempted to buck and jolt from the pleasure he was giving you. At one point, he nipped the inside of your thigh in a playful warning. “Behave, you,” he said light-heartedly. You really tried, but the command only drove you wilder.

His tongue was gentler than his fingers yet somehow more torturous – perhaps from the gruelling pace at which Garreth lapped at you. He released one of your thighs before sliding a finger carefully into you while his mouth focused back on your clit. You let out a needy moan. Having received a positive response, he slowly pumped his finger in and out of you. Your tired abs contracted tighter as he worked you with both his hand and his mouth. Your core clenched around Garreth’s finger as he arched it up inside of you.

“Fuck, that’s so sexy, love,” he said. “I love to feel your tight little hole around me.”

You moaned out at his words. He quickly returned his tongue to your nub. He moaned as you continued to clench around his finger, and the vibrations nearly did you in. “Fuck, I’m close,” you managed to groan out.

Garreth kept up his efforts enthusiastically, and you soon fell apart. The pleasure was overwhelming as it swallowed you. You tugged him harder against you as you ground your hips down on his face and fingers, calling out his name. Garreth pulled back panting when you finally released him. You felt a bit guilty as his chest heaved air into his lungs. “Godric’s heart!” he said, still out of breath but smiling wildly. “I nearly came along with you!”

Overcome with the desire to have your own turn with him, you launched yourself at him. You crashed your lips against his as you knocked him on his back – which you suspected he let you do, as there was a slight delay in his falling back onto the bed. His lips, chin, and even cheeks were all wet with your arousal. You moaned as you tasted yourself on him. You couldn’t help thinking he’d never looked more attractive than with his face glistening with your juices, having utterly ravaged you.

You kissed down his chest, eager for a taste of him, as well. Garreth grabbed your arm to make you pause. “You don’t have to,” he said seriously.

You gave him a grumpy look as you pulled out of his grasp. “Fair is fair. I should get to taste you, too,” you said.

“Only if you want to,” he said.

You moved further back, settling between his legs as you replied. “I want to fucking devour you whole, Gar. Try to stop me again for my sake, and I just might.” You nipped his thigh like he’d done to you for emphasis. Garreth groaned, throwing his head back into the pillow. You quickly rid him of his undergarment, letting his erection spring free. “Or maybe I’ll just leave you here all worked up. Tie up those handsome wrists so you can’t even relieve yourself.”

His head snapped back up as he stared at you in shock. “Please, no! I won’t interfere again. I promise,” he said.

You brought your lips close to his throbbing cock but made no contact. “You’ll let me take care of you, then?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

He nodded desperately. “Yes,” he hissed. “Please.”

You licked his tip, and he let out a whimper. You swirled your tongue around it, kissed it, and lapped at the ridge between it and his shaft. Once his hips were writhing from the teasing, you took him into your mouth. He let out a shuttering moan as you enveloped him in wet heat. His hands fisted into the sheets as you bobbed your head. You grabbed one of his wrists and guided his hand into your hair, instead. He tangled his fingers into your hair obediently.

You were an expert on Garreth, but you were a novice at oral sex. So, you worked what you couldn’t fit of him in your mouth with your hand. It glided easily with how much of your saliva was coating him. You enjoyed the burn of his hand tugging at your hair, but you were glad he didn’t try to force you down further than you were able to comfortably take him.

Feeling the heat of your mouth around him made Garreth that much more desperate to experience being inside your dripping cunt. He groaned as the images from his dream crossed his mind again, picturing himself sliding in and out of you as you were stretched around him. He had to fight hard to keep his hips still. All he wanted to do was thrust them up into the warmth of your mouth. All the tension came to a head as you bobbed faster up and down on his prick. You hummed in approval of the moans and swears that tumbled out of Garreth’s mouth, and the sensation tipped him over the edge. “Shit, I’m gonna come,” he said urgently.

Contrary to what he expected, you didn’t pull off of him. You kept going, letting him fill your mouth with the spurts of his seed. There wasn’t quite as much as the first time he’d come, but you still had a bit of trouble keeping it contained. You swallowed what made it into your mouth before licking up what had leaked down his shaft. He was so enamoured with the sight of you licking his cock clean of his cum that he had half a mind to propose right then. Though, he had enough of his faculties remaining to be aware that it wasn’t the sort of thing to do in a post-orgasmic haze.

Though, to be fair, he’d decided months ago that he’d marry you if it was the last thing he did. His aunt had laughed right in his face when he told her as she pressed him about post-graduation plans. In her defence, she hadn’t meant to. She was just caught off-guard. She had told him to be reasonable and keep his options open. She said he was young – much too young to decide something so permanent. He knew she was just trying to keep him from getting hurt, but he was still upset with her. He said some regrettable things about how she was just embittered because the man she had loved chose his work over her. He stormed out of her office after, but they made up eventually.

You made your way up to snuggle into Garreth’s side. He pulled the blanket over you both. “Where’d you go?” you asked as you reached your hand up to his cheek.

“Hm?” he replied, looking down at you with a confused expression.

“You looked lost in thought,” you said.

He smiled. “Just realized I was right about something,” he replied.

“Oh?” you asked curiously.

He nodded. “Yeah, but…I’ll tell you another time, okay?” he said.

You rolled your eyes. “Well, that’s cryptic and a bit ominous,” you said.

He shook his head. “No, I’m Garreth,” he replied with a cheeky grin. “You said my name enough times this morning, you’d think you’d remember it.”

You snorted out a laugh and pulled your hand off his face to smack his arm. “Garreth!” you chided.

“That’s the one,” he said with a wink. He kissed you before you could really get feisty with him. “Nap with me?”

“We just woke up,” you argued.

“Yeah, but I mean…I think we’ve earned it,” he said before a suggestive grin spread across his lips.

You giggled. “I suppose we have,” you agreed before resting your head back on his shoulder. “And you are quite comfy.” You hugged him around his middle.

Garreth’s heart gave a flutter as you squeezed him fondly against you. He angled his head down to kiss you again. “Sweet dreams, love,” he said.

“Sweet dreams, Gar,” you replied.

You let out a contented sigh as he held you close, and it wasn’t long before you were both fast asleep again. Your last thought before drifting off was that you were very glad you’d decided to show him the Room of Requirement.

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unchained - chapter fifteen

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recommended music: Don't Go Dark by DREAMERS word count: 2799

GN!MC x Arsenios [demon OC] a/n: I consider this to be the most cringe of chapters because of the lyrics that I made up. I described the song as well as I could, too, but it isn't really important as long as the message of it is clear. Anyway, Arrie's on his way to fuck some shit up at the end though lol. Warnings: none

Every time you saw Arsenios's empty seat in the classroom at RAD, your gut twisted as you remembered the way his door closed with such finality. You were convinced it was a temporary situation, that he was only trying to keep you away for your own safety. You weren't sure what he was doing now. You wanted to be there when he confronted Caligo, but you hadn't been able to convince him that you could handle it.

So when you saw a flyer on the bulletin board for a show by Angel's Temptation, you were surprised. The band wouldn't play without Arsenios. You looked around the hallway and quickly tore the flyer off the board. The band was scheduled to play at a small local venue that evening. Was Arsenios still working while he was trying to lure the reaper to him? Or was the band somehow playing without him?

You stuffed the flyer in your bag, where it stayed crumpled until after your student council duties. When everyone else had gone home, you waited until it was almost time for the concert. Then you took out the flyer and headed to the address printed on it.

You tried to tell yourself that you were only going for the music. You were a fan of the band now, it was only normal for you to support them by showing up. It was definitely not because you were desperate for a glimpse of him. Not at all because you were worried about the state he had been in when you saw him last.

You knew you couldn't go with any of the others. Arsenios would spot you with any of them instantly. Even so, you also knew that he had an uncanny knack of knowing whenever you were in the same room with him.

The venue was a small bar with a tiny stage lit by a set of dim lights. You lingered at the back, behind the crowd and against the wall. There were plenty of demons in attendance. Maybe you would be unnoticed.

You first saw the other band members, easily bantering with each other as they did their sound check. And then you saw Arsenios. His usual calm and confident demeanor had a heaviness to it that you didn't like.

You could see the dark circles of the tattoos on his hands. They were working on setting up a mic, but you thought about the way he clenched them when he was feeling especially serious or anxious. You knew just enough to understand what that meant. The story of how they had been mangled and then healed.

The set was a mixture of rock songs and slower ballads. It was more intense than the acoustic set they had played at Crimson Street, but quieter than the grand theatrical performances they put on at The Fall.

Arsenios had stuck to the electric guitar the whole time, singing with his usual deep baritone. You couldn't know if he was aware of your presence. His eyes scanned the crowd, but didn't focus on any one spot in particular. He was just as present as he normally was, clearly putting his soul into his performance.

After several songs, there was a brief pause. You watched as Arsenios seemed to be arguing with Chymion and Lael. Even Liviana left her drums to join them and say a few words.

Whatever Liviana had said, Arsenios calmed down. He waved at them, clearly exasperated, but not willing to argue further.

The lights dimmed and a spotlight illuminated a piano that you hadn't noticed at the back of the stage. Arsenios sat down at the piano and began to play without first introducing the song.

It began simply, a soft repetition of chords and a small scale in the melody.

And then Arsenios began to sing.

The piano became even simpler, reverting back to only chords as his voice soared over them, delicate and melancholy.

You listened to the first and second verses, enraptured. From the first lines of the lyrics, you knew they were about you. The reality of this only vaguely registered as a squeezing in your heart.

in the darkness I could hear you your heartbeat in my song

You held your breath as the accompaniment became a little more rapid and Arsenios's voice lifted into the chorus. It was like every note was full of something that only you could see. It was as though everyone else had disappeared. It was as though you were in the dark dance hall again, just the two of you. He was singing this song to you.

these hands are bloodstained but now I am unchained

The chords slowed down again for the third verse and you nearly jumped when you heard him sing words that you had spoken to him not that long ago. In the Devildom Botanical Garden, when he had finally told you more than he ever had about his past.

you said you don't care what I've done or what I've had to do

The chorus came in again and your mind was whirling. You weren't sure what this meant. This song he had written about you. What was he trying to say? It seemed like you should know, like it should be obvious. But there was so much pain in it still. Like he was desperate, like he didn't know what to do with his own feelings.

A brief musical interlude that involved some unexpected scales and fingerwork caught your attention as it descended into the loud and dramatic chords of the bridge.

I used to sing about heartache now all I can sing about is you

You listened to the chorus as he went through it twice more. But you were only barely hearing it. The way he varied the melody as he let the chords and his voice become loud before everything softened in a diminuendo. The last chorus was quiet, almost pleading. The final chord, a single scale, until all that was left was the distant ringing of the D minor in the bass clef and a single D in the treble. The echo that it seemed to produce as he let the sustain pedal carry the sound. The way it cut off abruptly as he sat back.

It was too much, wasn't it? Was this song really about you?

You wanted to know about Arsenios's past. You wanted to know what had happened to him and why he was still suffering from those events now.

But with this song, he had given you something else. You remembered two lines from the third verse.

but I would die a thousand times just to end up here with you

And suddenly everything made sense. This song was a confession. When you saw Arsenios at his apartment, he looked like he hadn't slept in days. He could barely look at you. And then he told you to stay away.

Arsenios was in love with you. And that was more frightening to him than any reaper could ever hope to be.

Your gut twisted because the truth of this hit you hard. The band began to play a new song, but you didn't hear it. You turned abruptly and nearly ran out of the venue.

As you rushed down the street, making your way back to the House of Lamentation blindly, your mind was focused on only one thing.

Did Arsenios know you were there? Did he know you were listening?

You still hadn't been able to tell. But he always knew when you listened to him at RAD. Why would this setting be any different?

If he had known, then he had performed that song on purpose. Was this his way of telling you how he felt? Was it because he couldn't actually say it to you directly?

And even if all of that was true, even if this was a real confession of love, did it matter?

Arsenios had told you it would be better for you to stay apart. He said it was too dangerous. He might love you, but did he trust you?

-

That night, Arsenios lay sprawled on his back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He hadn't bothered to turn on the lights, only trudged up the stairs of the loft and collapsed fully clothed on the blankets.

Of course Arsenios knew you were there. He could sense you the moment you walked into that small venue. You didn't come forward, only stayed against the back wall, but he didn't need you close to hear you.

Arsenios had memorized the rhythm of your heartbeat and the way it synced up with your breathing. He recognized the beat in your tread, every footstep, every motion. He could sense the song that accompanied you no matter where you went.

It was something he first came to know at RAD, simply because your humanity made it stand out among the cacophony of so many demons. Now it was like you were a radio turned to full volume. Any time you were anywhere near him, your sounds flooded his senses.

He hadn't had any intention of playing the song he wrote about you. But soon enough, Chymion had spotted you in the crowd and informed Lael and Liviana of your presence. Then it was three against one in the argument about whether or not he should play your song. He had lost.

Arsenios knew that was a lie. He could have argued harder.

But for some reason, he wanted you to hear it. He needed you to. His confession, though full of fear and uncertainty, was holding the only hope of healing he'd had in centuries.

And it might end up being the last thing he ever sang to you.

It wasn't that Arsenios believed he couldn't find a way to defeat Caligo if it came down to a fight. It was more that Arsenios knew he would sacrifice his life for you if he had to. You were never supposed to be part of this situation. The only reason Caligo was targeting you was because of him and your closeness to him.

Arsenios felt that the only way to keep you safe was to bring this situation to an end once and for all. He had thought it was over long ago, but now that it was back he wasn't going to just wait around. He wasn't going to put it off until it was too late to protect you.

Arsenios sighed and closed his eyes.

Lucifer had been right.

If you were at all competent-

If he was at all competent, none of this would even be happening.

If he hadn't trusted Caligo to begin with, all those years ago, this wouldn't be happening now.

Abby chose that moment to jump up onto the bed, landing directly on Arsenios's stomach.

"Oof!" He flung his hands out to catch her, sitting up with her in his lap.

"All right, I get it," he said to her. "I'll stop feeling sorry for myself, okay?"

Abby purred and pushed her head into his hand.

"I know what I have to do," he said. "I've never met anyone like MC, Abby. Their sound is so intimately human, so much happening and yet all working together perfectly. It's soothing. It… merges somehow with that hole in my heart. I'll do anything to keep them safe."

Abby meowed.

Arsenios felt the heaviness of guilt press down on him. There was one important detail about reapers that he simply hadn't told you. He was sure if you knew, you would be more insistent about accompanying him. It was only his good luck that kept you from finding out from someone else. He wasn't sure how long that luck would hold out. But he only needed one more day.

Arsenios knew it would be a simple matter to get to Caligo. He was ready and tomorrow, he would go find Barbatos.

-

Arsenios picked up Little D No 2 who had been scampering conveniently through the gardens at the Demon Lord's Castle. He kicked his little legs and gnashed his teeth, clearly unhappy to have been caught.

"Hey," Arsenios said. "Calm down, it's just me."

No 2 stopped mid-thrash and looked at Arsenios for a moment before smiling. "Arrie!"

"Yeah," Arsenios said. "Can you get Barbatos for me? I don't want anyone else in the castle to know that I've talked to him."

No 2 kicked his feet slightly. "You mean you don't want Lord Diavolo to know!"

Arsenios huffed. "Yeah, you got me."

"Is it 'cause he'll tell Lucifer?" No 2 asked.

"Stop asking questions and go get Barbatos, please," Arsenios said.

"Okay!" No 2 exclaimed.

Arsenios put him back down and watched him scramble off into the castle.

Moments later, Barbatos came out where Little D No 2 had gone in. He saw Arsenios instantly.

"Sorry," Arsenios said when Barbatos stopped beside him. "But can you send me to the Underworld? You know where I need to go. I don't have time to walk there myself."

Barbatos regarded Arsenios for a long moment. This wasn't unusual, necessarily, but there was a tension in the air. Arsenios folded his arms and waited.

"Is it wise for you to go alone?" Barbatos asked.

Arsenios frowned. "This is my problem. And I'm going to take care of it."

Barbatos actually chuckled, which made Arsenios glare at him. "How exactly do you plan on taking care of a reaper?"

"You think I can't handle it?" Arsenios asked.

Barbatos shook his head. "I simply wish for you to consider what you will do once you find him."

Arsenios paused. He had considered it, of course. "I'm… going to talk to him."

The fondness in Barbatos's eyes was both endearing and infuriating. "Do you think he will listen?"

Arsenios huffed. "Maybe not, but it isn't like I have a choice. Look, you can't talk me out of this. If you don't help me get there, I'll walk instead. I'm going to talk to him, try to get my grimoire back, try to end this peacefully. This has gone on too long and I'm not about to put MC's life in any more danger."

"And what about your life, Arsenios?" Barbatos asked.

"What's my life compared to MC's?" Arsenios shot back. He knew he was getting worked up. He took a breath in an attempt to calm himself.

Barbatos shook his head. "This is exactly why I am hesitant to send you."

Arsenios sighed. "Listen, Barb. You know me. I thought I was broken beyond repair. I didn't know I was searching until I found them. I don't plan to die tonight, but if I sacrifice my life to protect them then I'll be doing it knowing I'm saving the one thing that matters to me."

Barbatos closed his eyes in a long suffering expression. "Have you truly found what you think you have, I wonder? Or do you perhaps still fail to understand exactly what it is you have always been seeking?"

"Please, Barb, I don't have time for your all powerful demon riddles," Arsenios said.

Barbatos considered him for a moment. "Very well. I can see that there is nothing I can say to dissuade you. I will open the portal for you."

Arsenios looked suspiciously at this sudden reversal. "Is that right?"

Barbatos chuckled. "Have you changed your mind after all?"

Arsenios knew he didn't have the luxury to question it. "No. Send me, please."

Barbatos opened a portal. Just before Arsenios stepped through it, he said, "Please be careful."

Arsenios picked up his guitar, which he had left on a nearby bench, and stepped through the portal. He found himself in the Underworld - a dark and ominous corner of it, somewhat near to the reaper prison. Barbatos had known that Arsenios would need to be at a crossroads and that was exactly where he now found himself. The jagged dirt paths that connected beneath his feet were in the center of a forest full of black and leafless trees.

It was dark and empty. The sky was grey. Arsenios strummed a chord on his guitar and it fell dully into the air around him. He didn't let that stop him. He played another chord, letting his fingers get used to the feel of the strings in this strange place. Soon he began some elaborate finger work, soft but complicated. The notes whispered around him like hushed prayers.

Arsenios played the guitar this way for hours. He never stopped, never once faltered. And finally he was rewarded with a flash of silver, letting him know he had finally succeeded. The reaper he sought was not far off, his yellow eyes gleaming from the depths of the trees.

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