#modern garreth weasley

[sallow-tales]

Strong and Sweet – Garreth Weasley x GN!Reader

Summary: Modern coffee shop AU; The ever lovely Garreth Weasley catches your eye from behind the counter of your local cafe. Pure fluff.

A/n: Once I got this idea into my head, it would not leave, so here we are. It's been edited, but only lightly. This is genuinely the longest fic I've ever written, I'm usually a sucker for short and sweet, but not in this case. I'm pretty sure this is gender neutral, but once again let me know if you catch a mistake. Also, the topic of the paper is incredibly self indulgent. With love, your friendly neighborhood anthro major <3

Word Count: 2897

You let out a sigh, fingers pressing almost painfully to your temples as you stared at the screen in front of you. You’d been trying to write this damned essay for hours, but the words didn’t seem to want to get out of your brain and onto the page. Not to mention that nearly every potential source you found was useless to you for one reason or another. 

The article currently open on your computer began to swim in front of your eyes, words blurring together as you tried to read them. As much as you wished you could take a break, you’d procrastinated this paper for far longer than you should have, and you were now to the point of questioning if you’d even be able to get it done before the due date. The due date, you realized, that was now only six hours away. Why’d your professor have to be special and make things due at 10pm on a Tuesday, instead of midnight on a Sunday like a normal person?

Dragging yourself out of your train of thought took more effort than you’d have liked as you once again tried to read through someone else’s science. You were slightly more successful this time, but once you’d gotten through the next three paragraphs, you let out a frustrated groan. There was no sense to this study–it ignored nearly all precedent and was trying to test a theory that anyone with common sense would know to be impossible. 

You slammed your computer shut in mild frustration and closed your eyes, taking a breath to calm yourself down, only for your meditation attempt to be interrupted by a familiar voice. 

“Careful now, doll. If you get much more frustrated you might start throwing things, and as much as I love having you here, I’d hate having to clean that up.” Your eyes open and you glance up to look at the redheaded boy standing over you

Your face relaxes as your gaze lands on him. You couldn’t be stressed when he was smiling at you like that.

The two of you had first met in this very coffee shop at the beginning of the term–him behind the register and you desperately needing some caffeine to get through your first week of classes.

“Give me something strong,” you’d said when you walked up, and he’d given you a playful salute in response.

“Yes ma’am, one americano coming right up.” 

His playful demeanor and charming smile had you grinning right back at him despite your exhaustion. When he’d handed you your drink, though, you couldn’t hide the grimace that crossed your face. You needed the caffeine, but boy did you hate the bitter taste that it left on your tongue.

“You should have told me you didn’t like it straight when I took your order.” You weren’t expecting to hear his voice and you looked back at him.

“I’m sorry?”

“You asked for something strong, but you didn’t have to take my first suggestion if you knew it wasn’t something you’d enjoy. Tell me what sorts of flavors you like and I can make you something you’ll actually drink.” You could tell he was eager to make you something new, though you weren’t sure if he actually wanted you to like it or if he just wanted to show off; either way, you rattled off your usual order, and some likes and dislikes, answering his questions when he asked and before you knew it you had a brand new cup in front of you.

This time when you took a sip, you practically moaned. It was spectacular. “How the hell did you do that? I don’t think I’ve ever had something this good in my life.”

His cheeky grin widened. “What can I say, I’m great at what I do. Though if you’d told me from the get-go that you like it strong and sweet, I could have just given you my number and been done with it.” His wink that followed sent flames through your cheeks and you’d turned your head to try and hide them.

Despite his flirtatious remark upon your initial meeting, nothing more had ever happened. Well, except for you developing one of the biggest crushes you think you’ve ever had in your entire life.

Against your better judgment (and to the chagrin of your wallet), you found yourself back in that cafe nearly every single day, always hoping to see his green eyes glittering at you from across the room. You knew the crush was stupid, but you didn’t blame yourself for it. How could you? It wasn’t your fault he was so ridiculously charming, and handsome, and kind. Nor was it your fault that he somehow always seemed to know exactly the drink you needed for your current mood–after that first day, you’d never had him hand you something unsavory again… well, at least that was intended to be enjoyable.

Every once in a while you’d come in during a particularly slow spell, when there was no one else around and Garreth–alongside his coworkers–were clearly extremely bored. It was days like these when you’d get to try his little experiments.

You’d see him furrow his brow, deep in thought, and then wander from place to place in the store, tossing various syrups, powders, and milks together in incredibly interesting combinations. Yes, interesting was definitely the word to describe them; sometimes they were spectacular, but other times… not so much.

“Oh my god, Gar, this is absolutely disgusting.” 

He had called you over a few moments prior, insisting you try his most recent mixture. You didn’t know what was in it, but it wasn’t good. It was almost slimy in texture, and the flavor certainly left something to be desired. Through your wince, you saw the twinkle in his eye. The bastard knew it wasn’t going to be good but he had you try it anyway.

Attempting to hide the grin that threatened to poke through, his face had twisted into a look of mock betrayal. “How could you say such a thing? I poured my heart and soul into this. You wound me, love.”

Your heart had nearly stopped at the nickname but you did your best to play it off, grinning at him. “Well, perhaps you should pour a little less of it next time, that might help with the texture issue.” He’d scoffed at you playfully, and the memory of his playful expression is still one of your favorites.

His expression was eerily similar as he stood beside your little table, eying the books you had spread about from your research. 

“Garreth! I didn’t realize you were here, I never saw you walk in.”

He chuckled. “I’ve been here for hours. I would’ve said hello earlier, but you looked focused and I didn’t want to bother you. However,” he paused, “it was about time for my break and I noticed you looked only inches away from violence, so I figured I should come intervene. Distract you with my relentless charm and all that.” His grin was contagious, and you found yourself smiling fondly at him.

“You should well know by now that I’m a pacifist,” you quipped back. “Violence would never be my first reaction. You wouldn’t have anything to worry about until after I’ve wallowed in self despair for at least 30 minutes.” He sat down in the chair opposite you and it’s not until he placed the cup and plate on the surface in front of you that you realized he’d been holding them. “What’s this?”

“A refill, and some sustenance. Figured you could use them, based on the fact that I haven’t seen you move in the entire time I’ve been here.” Your heart gives a little squeeze at the gesture as you take in the items. He had, in fact, brought you another coffee and the pastry that he by now knew to be your favorite.

“I can’t accept this, Garreth. I didn’t pay for them.”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s on the house. Don’t bother resisting, you know I won’t stop pestering you until you’ve eaten.” 

You relented with a sigh, taking a bite. “Happy now?” you mumbled.

He smirked at you. “Happier. Now, why don’t you tell me what’s frustrating you so much. Maybe clearing your mind of it will help you make some progress.”

You proceeded to rant to the ginger about the articles you’d been reading, the roadblocks you’d been encountering, and the various other issues you’d been having.

“I don’t know why it’s so difficult for people to have some common sense, y’know? It’s not so hard to realize ‘Hey, perhaps if you can’t sex an individual via this bone without population specific numbers, perhaps we shouldn’t try to sex an individual of an entirely different species.’ You’d think that’d be easy!” Garreth nodded along, a small smile playing at his lips. “And this one!” you gestured to an article on your computer, which you’d reopened part-way through your rant to show him evidence of your problems, “in this one, they try and argue that grave goods can be used to accurately sex an individual, which might be fine in some populations, but it’s a know fact that gender and sex variance is a common occurrence in this population.”

You finally paused to take a breath, and you realized that you didn’t really have much more to say. “And… and yeah that’s about it actually. There you have it.” You glanced up at his face, mildly surprised by the expression he harbored. It seemed to be a combination of amusement and… fondness?

“I do hope you know I don’t know what any of that means. Do you feel better though?” He rested his chin on his hand, hair falling just slightly in front of his face.

You immediately nodded in response. “Yeah, actually. Loads. Thanks.”

“My pleasure, love. Now, I do believe my break is over, so I should get back to it, but good luck on your paper. I believe in you.” A wink was sent in your direction before he turned and walked back behind the counter, deftly tying his apron behind his back.

With that, you dove back into writing. You were almost surprised at how much easier the words came to you now that you’d gotten all the swirling irritations out of your brain–before you knew it, you’d surpassed the page minimum, wrapped up all your thoughts, and read through it a few times to make sure there weren’t any errors. Thoroughly pleased with your work, you grinned and threw your hands up. “I’m done!” You turned your head around, searching for the smile Garreth was surely throwing in your direction. You weren’t surprised to find you were correct. “And with…” you turned back to check the time, “45 minutes to spare!”

Wait a second…

45 minutes to spare… that meant that it was 9:15. You turned to glare accusingly at Garreth.

“Don’t you guys close at 9?”

He shrugged noncommittally. “Technically, yeah. I was supposed to kick you out 15 minutes ago. But you looked so focused and I could tell you were close to done. I didn’t wanna be the reason you lost your stride. Besides,” his usual cocky grin came back to his face. “I’m not sure you could rob this place if you tried.”

The boy turned back to mopping the floor, ignoring your huffed “hey” in response. You began packing up your belongings in a hurry, trying to get out of his hair as quickly as possible. Despite your efforts, though, he had still managed to finish closing before you were completely ready to go. 

“I’m so sorry Gar, I really should have been paying closer attention to the time. I didn’t mean to be an imposition.” You rushed the words out as you exited the building in front of him. His only response at first was a small huff of amusement.

His words came a minute later as he turned back to lock the door to the building behind him. “As if you could ever be an imposition. Any time spent in your presence is time well spent.” You couldn’t even begin to process what those words meant as you took in the parking lot, empty except for one single car. A string of curses swiftly left your lips. If you’d thought yourself stupid earlier when you struggled to write your paper, it was nothing compared to how stupid you’d felt in that moment.

You’d completely forgotten that you’d taken the bus today. And in your time-blindness, you’d also forgotten that the bus stopped running at 8.

You glanced over at Garreth beside you, and let out a frustrated sigh at his barely concealed laughter. He knew that you sometimes took the bus, and by the lack of car in the parking lot belonging to you, it hadn’t taken him more than a moment to figure out what was going on.

“Don’t look so down, it’s not like I’d let you walk. Get in the car.” You immediately began protesting, not wanting to burden him any more than you already had this evening. “It wasn’t a question, get in the car. It’s too far back to campus for you to walk during the day, let alone at night. I’d be the world’s biggest asshole if I let a pretty individual walk home alone after dark. Get in.”

You conceded with a sigh, walking around to the passenger side door. “You think I’m pretty?” you grinned, trying to joke away the nerves you felt at getting in his car.

Sure, you’d become pretty close throughout the term, but your interactions had always, always been limited to that building. And now here you were, getting into a car with the guy you’d been crushing on for months. 

“If you’re just now noticing, then maybe you’re dumber than I gave you credit for,” came his snarky reply. He got in the car and grinned at you over the console. You hoped he couldn’t see your cheeks turn red in the dark. His gaze held yours for a beat too long and you looked away nervously. He cleared his throat before starting the car. “Where to?”

You directed him to your place, basking comfortably in the silence of the car in between instructions. Against your better efforts, though, you also found yourself staring at him. It was such an odd thing to find attractive, you thought, but the sight of him driving made your heart do a flip. 

You were admiring how his gentle features looked under the red of a stoplight when he turned to glance at you and caught you. “See something you like?” 

“And what if I do?” You replied, lips quirking into a smile. You had no idea where this bold streak came from, but you weren’t complaining. He didn’t reply immediately, focused on turning into the parking lot of your building. He parked, and then turned to you. 

“I’m less concerned about the ‘what if you do’s and more concerned about the ‘what if you don’t’s if I’m being honest.” Your face twisted slightly in confusion as you tried to decipher his meaning.

“I- what? I don’t understand.” Stumbling over your words, it took you far longer than it should have to realize how much closer he’d gotten to you. 

“What I mean,” he said lowly, his voice barely above a whisper, “is that if you don’t, you need to tell me now because otherwise I’m about to do something really really stupid.”

Oh. Oh.

“Oh,” you said in reply. “I see.” You wet your lips nervously but didn’t move away from him, your gaze flickering between his eyes and his lips. “Well, there’s not really a good way to know if it’s stupid or not until you’ve done it.”

Apparently that was all the approval he needed, because the next thing you knew his lips were on yours and his hand was cupping the back of your neck and a low whine sounded in the back of your throat. This was happening. Oh my god this was happening.

He pulled back after a moment, panting just slightly. He was nervous, you realized. You’d almost never seen him nervous before, but right now, in this moment, you were sure that’s what the expression on his face was. 

You let out a soft giggle that apparently eased his nerves, causing him to break out into a wide smile and tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Well, was it as stupid as I thought it was?”

“Verdict is still out,” you said with a grin. “I’ll have to let you know tomorrow. You work?” 

“Same time as usual, yeah.” He chuckled at the smile on your face as you unbuckled yourself from the car. 

“Well, I suppose I’ll have to let you know then. And maybe after you’re out, we could go get dinner or something. If the jury rules in your favor, that is.” You grin at him over your shoulder as you get out of the car.

The last thing Garreth sees as he pulls out of your lot is you pressing your fingers softly against your own lips, grinning like an idiot. And though he’d never admit it, in his head he was doing the same.

[girl-named-matty]

Accidental confession - Hogwarts Legacy Modern AU

You accidentally tell them you like them thinking you're texting your friend! Tags: Fluff, chaos, silliness, a lil unrealistic but yk Pairings: Sebastian x reader, Ominis x reader, Garreth x reader, Leander x reader, Amit x reader, Natty x reader, Imelda x reader, Poppy x reader, Anne x reader, Everrett x reader, Andrew x reader.

we have some new additions! 👀

hope you enjoyed! taglist in the comments!

[bloofinntoona]

Modern!AU Blurb: The Ferret Discourse

meanwhile:

Sebastian wouldn't admit it, but it was the most peaceful sleep he had after Anne went to the hospital.

... and whose legs are those

[pierrot-dokki]

Modern AU

Biker Gwyn escaping home to a new town with her bike, making new friends, and possibly falling in love with a certain bartender?

The bartender is in love too but he needs to get past her new friends first 🫢

Millie belongs to @the-ozzie

Calypso belongs to @dwightschrute11

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my god i have been away for so long but i am back!! i have had this biker gwyn idea in my head for a while now and i finally drew it ㅜㅜ i miss you all so much

bonus: blud thinks he’s the only competition

[fanartandfanfiction]

Hogwarts legacy modern AU

-Garreth is running down the hall-

Sharp: Mr. Weasley! You’d better have a good reason for running through the halls!

Garreth: Meatball is missing again!

Sharp: FUCK! -takes off running-

Everett: -sees the two running by- Shit, if SHARP is running, we’re in grave danger.

[gingerlegacy07]

DATE AT THE HAUNTED HOUSE Tessa goes into the Haunted House with Garreth, the handsome guy she (almost literally) ran into earlier. Of all the times to find out that she doesn't like Haunted Houses.... at least Garreth is there to keep her safe. It is Modern Time/Muggle AU! Read it here: Ao3 or Wattpad

This was written for Garreth Fest. I got three prompts and had to write a story with at least one of the prompts. Out of the prompts I got I picked: K-drama tropes (wrist grab, piggyback ride, falling into the other person's arms by accident)

I was a bit in a rush to finish this in time (I swear October has it out for me), but I managed it! I decided to have a little fun with it and I hope it turned out okay and whoever will read this, enjoys it! :D

[zetadraconis11]

HL Incorrect Quote #79

*Modern AU*

Sebastian: Imelda isn’t answering her phone.

Garreth: I’ll call.

Sebastian: MC and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

Imelda: Hello?

[daisygirlwrites]

December 2023 Update

(^o^)丿

Hey hey! First and foremost, I apologize for the lack of activity these past couple months.

I am currently in the process of moving to South Korea!

Lots of paperwork and much more stress ;-; Because of that, for the rest of the year, I won't be posting any fics.

However, I am going to open up my asks and requests now so once I get there I can get started on writing again!

Send in asks/request for:

CoD Modern Warfare

Hogwarts Legacy

The Batman (2022)

I miss writing for all of you wonderful readers, hope to hear from you soon!❤️

[legacy-boys]

Legacy Characters in a Modern!Non-Magical!AU

Sebastian Sallow

Football (soccer) player

Favorite class is geometry and history

Despite his love for football (soccer) he sometimes skips on practice to go read in the school library

Often in detention for skipping practice

Drives a pick up truck

Bad at English and Science, often asks Garreth for help

Very flirty with the girls, but is non-commital and often rejects girls advances

Joined the astronomy club with his best friend Ominis

Gets a bit too excited when he wins a football (soccer) game

Wears sweatpants and a white t-shirt daily, even tho there is a dress code at school (this also lands him in detention)

Made friendship bracelets for himself and Ominis, and neither him nor Ominis has taken theirs off since they put them on

Doesn’t go to many parties, too busy taking care of his sister

Wants to be a radiologist to better understand the type of cancer his sister has and wants to help

Country boy, doesn’t live in town but on a little farm right outside of it

The jock

Ominis Gaunt

Vice president of the Astronomy club

Enjoys english class very much, enjoying the poems and literature that is often read aloud

Listens to audiobooks and music 24/7

Favorite bands are Marina, Lana Del Ray, Suki Waterhouse, and sometimes he enjoys screamo music to contrast with his normal quiet tunes

Lives in a mini mansion and he hates it, he spends most out of school with Sebastian in his country house

His parents are powerful and well known, which gives him a bad reputation getting him bullied a lot, but Sebastian protects him. If sebastian is not there he has no shame in fighting, but doesnt like to because thats what his parents would do

Always wears his school uniform, making sure its always perfect by making Sebastian check it over

The school gossiper, and has no shame in blackmailing people to get what he wants

He has a crush on Amit Thakkar

Very romantic in his head but clumsy when actually being romantic

Sleeps in class, sleeps anywhere honestly

Was Valedictorian of his year

Wants to be a business owner in the future

Anxiety disorder

Gets drivenl by a personal driver

The quiet kid

Garreth Weasley

Class clown

Socially stupid but academically smart

Extremely good at chemistry, and has a strong bond with the chemistry teacher Mr Sharp

Is oblivious when girls hit on him

Girls are absolutely obsessed with him

A hardcore swiftie

Loves karaoke 

Makes and sells edibles to his classmates and sometimes teachers

Invited to every party thrown, the drug and alcohol supplier

Makes specialty ‘drinks’ for his friends to try: he has put multiple people in the hospital

Best friends with Leander Prewett, at first Garreth pitied him but eventually grew to love him like a brother

Will destroy anyone who screws with Leander

Plays Football (soccer) with Sebastian. They are good friends and unstoppable when together on the field

Is ALWAYS wearing his Football (soccer) uniform at school, he has been scolded many times for it but it's technically allowed instead of the school uniforms so he never gets punished

Always sweaty

Fun drunk - Relaxed stoner

Got caught with girls a lot before getting with Poppy Sweeting

Wants a monster truck but has a van that he spray painted fun colors

Skateboards

Loves Romcoms

In a band, he plays drums

Amit Thakkar

President of the Astronomy club

Great at math and science

Rule follower, terrified of getting in trouble

Clumsy

Took french for about 4 years, and thinks he’s good but can’t even form a sentence

Scared of just about everything

Talks about Astronomy all day every day, literally will not shut up about it if given the chance

Similar to Ominis he is one of the quiet kids, except in math or science, then he doesn’t shut up

Friends with Poppy and Ominis, and by association, Sebastian, though they don’t hang out

Always has facial hair, not a full beard or mustache, but always has facial hair

His uniform is always a mess from being so jittery and clumsy

Loves reading

Sometimes him and Ominis will study together in the Library and they will listen to music together

Busses everywhere

Leander Prewett

No one likes him but Garreth

Gets bullied a lot still

Football (soccer) player, he is a rather good goalkeeper

Mouth breather

Sleeps in history class and snores

Always getting rejected by girls, but Garreth is always there to hype him up

Always in perfect condition, slicked back hair, not a strand out of place.

Obnoxious

Always trying to impress people

Goes with Garreth to parties and always ends up hammered

Likes bugs

Average C student

Wants to be a professional Football (soccer) player more than anything

Constantly saying questionable things

Hits on Natty a lot but she always rejects him, but enjoys their little game

Has a motorcycle, but is trash at riding it

Poppy Sweeting

Vegan

Works an animal shelter

President of Environmental protection club

Hippie 100%

Always telling people to recycle

Best friends with Amit, and constantly calls him out for not being ‘friendly to the earth’

Rescues pets off the side of the road

Bikes everywhere so she doesn’t ruin the environment 

Live in a trailer out in the country

Wants to be a vet in the future

Dating Garreth Weasley, she keeps him on a tight leash because she knows he’s trouble

Loves horror movies, whenever her and Garrreth watch them he always hides under the blankets

Not the best academically, but is passing school

Loves art and enjoys going out on her land and sketching the wild life

Birdwatches, and has mastered every bird call imaginable

Not insanely popular outside of her small group of friends, but people like her

She made her own school uniform by hand because it was more environmentally friendly to hand make it

Natsai Onai

Football (soccer) captain

Queen bee of the school

Everyone is scared of her, but a good scared, she's popular with people

Has a slight crush on leander, his stupidity charm got to her

Member of the Environmental Protection club

Gets everyone together once a month for a get together

Helps her mom grade assignments after school before Football (soccer) practice

Straight A student

Has a mechanic job on the weekends

Has a truck she has been working on for about 5 years that she drives

Wants to be an engineer

Butts heads with Sebastian a lot on the Football (soccer) field

Sees Poppy as a little sister, keeping her from being picked on

Hangs out with Leander and Garreth during lunches

Teases Leander

Doesn’t really like Amit

Could talk about how cars work

Loves history with a passion, and if she didn’t become an engineer she would be a historian

Part of Garreths band, plays bass guitar

[boxdstars]

yall think garreth plays clash royale

[girl-named-matty]

Texting your number after you're dead - Hogwarts Legacy Modern AU

Texting your number after your death Tags: Angst, angst, more angst, mentions of drinking and loss of life.

a/n: basically just get the tissues

sorry 🥲taglist in comments 👇

[fizzing-whizz-bee]

I am in absolute awe, their outfits are so accurate and I love the pick-up lines!!!

Happy thirsty Thursday to you!

I did something, and I love it...and I hope it will ease your thirst, at least a little.

Stumbled on this old song I used to listen to on repeat and I wanted to see how our boys would look in the club, and ... Oh well...🫦

[fanartandfanfiction]

Hogwarts Legacy modern AU

I was thinking about the school dances I went to, then how each character would act. Idk what kind of dances you all had, but ours were WILD. Basically raves with formal wear.

Ominis: Only there because MC begged him. The music is too loud and it makes him anxious to be in such a packed place, but he’ll begrudgingly accept when MC asks him to dance.

Sebastian: He’s in the middle of the dance floor. He’s a ball of pure energy and will ditch his shoes, coat, and tie as the night progresses.

Garreth: The goofy dancer. Will probably try to spike the punch, but then he’s out there doing the robot, the lawnmower….

Leander: Desperately wants to ask MC to dance but is terrified of looking foolish. Stays mostly on the sidelines.

Poppy: Dancing with her friends and having fun, not usually her scene, but she’s ready to cut loose.

Imelda: Doesn’t really have any interest in dancing, but MC will eventually talk her into a few.

Amit: A shockingly good dancer. No one expected it, no one expected him to even come, but now the crowd is cheering his name.

Everett: That one guy who tries (and fails) to do the worm.

BONUS:

Sharp: If he has to pry one more couple apart, he’s quitting his job and moving to another country. Only surviving the night with the flask of fire whiskey in his pocket, which Garreth will attempt to steal.

Fig: Godrick’s heart, what are those kids doing?! Is that dancing? Is that what dancing is these days? He’s seen things he can’t unsee now, including Garreth attempting to twerk on MC.

[pierrot-dokki]

Garreth Weasley Fest!

Thank you to @cuffmeinblack & @ellivenollivander from @garrethweasleyfest for organising this project for us to show appreciation for our favourite ginger 💖

I’ll have to say, this is my very first time joining something like this, and I was nervous about doing it right. I was even worried about not making it in time due to my packed schedule but hey, I made it!! 💖

My prompt was Modern!AU Cooking Class with Garreth and this is my idea of it. Many hours of lo-fi beats were played during the creation process… 😆

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[blueraineshadows]

Kinktober: Public/Voyeurism

Garreth Weasley x You

5.9k words. Tags: NSFW / smut / Public sexual activity / Modern AU / Alternative Garreth / Drummer Garreth / Dirty talk / Voyeurism / Smoking / Alcohol / Edging / Dominance kink / Piercing kink / Corset kink

Garreth AI image provided by @newbienewness much love 💜😘 This one is for you xx

As the car slowed to a stop outside the apartment building, you took out your phone and typed a quick text to let Garreth know you were outside. Leander fiddled with the climate control and glanced in the rear view mirror at you. “Are you warm enough?” He asked. 

You met his honey-brown gaze in the mirror and smiled. “I’m fine, Lee.” 

Andrew put the finishing touches to his hand rolled cigarette and held it up, turning in the front passenger seat to look at you. “Are you sure you don’t want one?” 

You wrinkled your nose and shook your head. “No thanks. I thought you were quitting.” 

“Next month,” he smirked, sticking the roll-up between his lips. 

“That’s what you said last time,” you said, shaking your head. 

Leander reached across from the driver seat and plucked the cigarette from Andrew’s lips. “Mate, not in the car. How many times?” 

Andrew swiped his prize back with a smirk. “Sorry, mum.” 

“I’m not your bloody mum,” Leander grumbled, smoothing his hand over the dashboard lovingly. “I just like to keep a clean car.” 

Biting back a chuckle as the pair began to bicker in the front of Leander’s spotlessly clean car, you turned to look out the window and saw Garreth sauntering down the path towards you. His black jeans were slung low on his hips, his Doc Martin’s still untied. He wore a black Slipknot T-shirt with no jacket, exposing his drummer's arms covered in full sleeve tattoos on both sides.

Your lips twitched as you studied him. Scruffy as usual, his red hair a tumble of unruly waves about his ears and curling across his freckled forehead, with one hand in his pocket and the other holding his phone, he was the epitome of unhurried nonchalance. Not a lot fazed Garreth, and he seemed to drift through life with a smile, cracking jokes and causing mayhem in his wake. 

You had known him since school, grown up with him, Leander, Andrew, and the rest of the gang. He’d always been a friend, a constant. His sparkling green eyes and cheeky smile meant the world to you. More than he realised, perhaps. 

Pushing that train of thought aside, you shifted in your seat as he climbed into the backseat with you, dipping you a devilish wink as he reached around the front passenger seat to ruffle Andrew’s silken blonde hair.

“Since when do you get to ride shotgun, Larson?” He joked, chuckling as Andrew slapped his hand away. Unfazed, he made a fist and bumped it against Leander’s waiting fist. “How are we doing, lads? I’m ready for a few beers. I hope this band lives up to the hype tonight, I keep hearing good things about them.” 

Leander put the car in gear and pulled away, heading towards town and the venue for tonight’s entertainment. Garreth snapped his seat belt into place, his eyes taking you in properly. He whistled, low and long. “Damn, you’re looking mighty fine this evening. Looking to pull?” 

A blush stained your cheeks, and you lifted a hand to nervously touch against the lacy edge of the corset you’d worn. It was black and red silk, twinned with a flared black, lacy skirt and chunky boots with thigh-high socks. The corset pushed your breasts up into tempting curves, a silver pendant resting just above your cleavage on a silver chain. You had a black jacket with you, but for now, your skin was on show, displaying a shoulder tattoo and long, black lace, fingerless gloves.  

“Maybe,” you replied, lifting your shoulder in a half shrug, secretly pleased he approved of the provocative get up. “I’m keeping my options open.” 

His grin was sinful. “With those beauties on show, you’ll be spoilt for choice.” 

You heard Leander’s sigh from the front, and just knew he was rolling his eyes. “Fuck sake, Gaz. Could you be any more obvious?” 

Garreth smirked. “Yeah, yeah. Tell me you didn’t cop an eyeful yourself.” 

Your gaze lifted to the rearview and Leander gave you a quick glance, his cheeks flushing. You reached forward to pat his shoulder. “Ignore him, Lee. If I didn’t want people looking at them, I wouldn’t make a show of what I’ve got. You’re all good.” 

Used to their banter, and quite often giving as good as you got, you settled back in your seat with a smirk.

“Hey, I want good boy pats,” Garreth pouted, giving you puppy eyes. 

“Pfft, that would mean you behaving for once,” you scoffed, throwing him a look. You gestured to his feet. “You could start by tying your shoelaces. Such a scruff.” 

He wrinkled his nose in an impish way that honestly shouldn’t be that cute, and poked out his tongue at you, offering a glimpse of the black stud pierced through it. He had a black bar in his eyebrow, several piercings in his ears, and beneath his black T-shirt you knew there was one through his nipple. 

“I’ll bite that damn tongue off one of these days,” you warned, snapping your teeth at him. 

“I dare you,” he said quietly, rolling his tongue suggestively, his top lip toying with the stud. Your gaze dropped to the movement, a stirring feeling simmering to life low down in your belly, reminding you of when he first got that piercing. You’d been curious about it, and one night he’d given you a taste of how it would feel to kiss with a stud. 

A one-off you’d both called it, just a little experiment. It was ages ago. But, you still thought about it, especially when he teased you like this.

“Behave,” you said, slapping his knee, ignoring the way your skin seemed to flush all over, turning your head to face forward as you tried to think of something else, anything else. 

His chuckle was dangerous as he settled back into his seat, lifting one foot up to begin tying his laces. “Are we picking Poppet up, too?” 

“Meeting her there,” Leander said, keeping his eyes on the road. “I did offer, but she said she was running late.” 

Poppy was the other girl in your circle, and your best friend. Garreth had been calling her Poppet for years, claiming she was small enough to fit in a pocket. Pocket Poppet. She may be small, but she was feisty and full of life, and had no trouble keeping these heathens in line. It made her the ideal person to manage their band, ensuring they were where they needed to be, and making sure they got the best gigs. She had been running their affairs for almost two years now, and they were steadily growing in popularity and fame. Soon, you feared that nights out like this would begin to change, no longer being able to be in public without them being recognised. It had already started in small doses locally. 

As Leander pulled into the car park, Garreth was already unbuckling his seat belt, grinning as he spotted their frontman, Sebastian, sitting on a low wall on his phone. They stuck their middle fingers up at each other in greeting, Sebastian’s grin matching Garreth’s. 

Climbing out of the car, you felt the flutter of excitement in your tummy, anticipating time spent with your friends seeing a local band. Life kept getting in the way, and you cherished these get-togethers. It was just what you needed. 

…*…

The press of bodies surged towards the wall of sound inside the venue, beams of light cutting through the darkness and highlighting the sweaty faces of the crowd as the band delivered. They were good. Really good. Clean vocals mixed with edgy screams, all packaged in tight drumming and filthy guitar riffs.

You had managed to get down near the front, Poppy’s head bouncing up and down at the barrier in front of you. Andrew was on one side, Sebastian on the other, with Leander and Garreth behind you. The lads had been recognised by a few people in the crowd. They had played here themselves on many occasions, and the regulars greeted them warmly. 

Two enthusiastic lads behind were jumping around, a pit forming. You were buzzing, sweat trickling at the back of your neck, a smile on your face. As the pit began to erupt, you felt an arm slide about your waist, holding you steady as the chaos whirled behind you. Tilting your head back, Garreth’s smile shone down on you, his lips grazing your temple. You didn’t necessarily need his help. You loved a good pit rumble, but you let his hand remain against your abdomen anyway. 

The grind of the guitars assaulted your ears as your body swayed, your back rubbing closely against Garreth’s chest. You tried not to think about his hand splayed against the front of your corset, or the way his fingers were dragging across the silk and lace, not to mention the heat of his breaths against the sweat on your neck. Suddenly, the music didn’t seem to fill you as much as it had been, every sense tuning in to him instead. 

Your eyes darted to each of your friends, all of them bouncing and shifting to the music, their focus on the stage and keeping their feet, none of them were watching you melt into Garreth’s hold. Had you pressed back further, your shape moulded to his? It really shouldn’t feel this good, but it did. Your arms were raised, hand bouncing to the filthy riff line. You gave a roll of your hips, the curve of your ass rubbing against the front of Garreth’s jeans. It was really bloody loud in the venue, but you still heard the hitch in his breath, felt it against the sensitive skin below your ear. 

A simmering burn coiled up through you, making you bite your lip as you dared to shift your hips again. His grip curled tighter against the corset, his other hand cupping your hip as he pressed even closer into you, your own lungs constricting as his nose brushed up against your jaw. Your eyes fluttered to stare up at the arched ceiling, a criss cross of coloured beams strobing over it as your body undulated with his.

The corset suddenly felt too tight, restrictive, your breasts heaving above it as you felt the undeniable press of a hard-on against your arse. Alcohol, adrenaline, and pure desire lit your veins, giving you the audacity to rub suggestively against that swelling length, and you were rewarded with a filthy groan into your ear. 

Gulping at the sheer sin of it, you side-eyed Andrew, but he wasn’t looking. Seb was fully focused on the band, his arm reaching to grasp the barrier whilst shielding Poppy from the surging press behind you all. You couldn’t see Leander. What if he was watching you? Noticing the way Garreth was pressing his pelvis tightly against you, how dangerously close his mouth was to your neck. 

“Wanna play?” Garreth breathed into your ear, his fingers dragging lazy circles over your hip. 

Heat pulsed outwards from your core, your mind scrambling. Oh, but you did want to play. So bad. It was risky, though. He was one of your best friends, you could be seen by your other mates and the press of people around you. What if it fucked things up between you? 

“People can see us,” you pointed out, turning your head so he could hear you. That was a dangerous move, though. Your mouth hovered near his, your eyes clashing with blazing green. He ran his tongue stud over his top lip, slowly. The git knew what he was doing and grinned, his fingers grasping your jaw to turn your head back towards the stage. Your heart pounded in your throat. 

“Focus on the stage, act normal,” he murmured into your ear, his lips brushing against the shell of it. You shivered, but did as he asked. His fingers dragged down from your jaw, across your throat and over your shoulder, drawing goosebumps in a shuddering wave over your flesh. “Nod if you want to play.” 

Heart hammering behind your ribs, blood thrumming with madness, you nodded.

“Good girl,” he whispered. 

Fuck! 

Breathless, you moved with the crowd, Garreth holding you close even though you arched willingly against him. Every long, lingering look that had passed between you, every flirty comment, every teasing and daring touch, the weight of suggestion that hung between you both, it had all led to this. 

“I love this corset,” he murmured into your ear, fingers tracing at your waist. “So fucking sexy.” 

You fought to keep your attention on the lead singer as Garreth’s hand slid to the small of your back. You felt his fingers hook up under the laces of the corset, and a flare of panic shot through you. Was he going to loosen them? You pressed your hand to your breasts, breathing hard. 

“It’s killing me,” he moaned, and he tugged playfully on the bindings. “I want to fuck you in this. Say you’ll let me.” 

Gasping you turned your head, almost crying out as his fingers pressed to your jaw and turned you back. “Focus, sweetheart,” he warned, pressing his hips into you, his dick nudging eagerly. He risked a quick peck of his lips near your ear. “Be good for me.” 

Grasping your silver pendant because you needed to cling to something, you bit your lip and squirmed, the need for friction burning a blazing trail between your thighs. The very idea of him fucking you whilst wearing the corset had you trembling, thighs clenching with aching anticipation. 

His hips flexed into you, his hand sliding down your hip until you felt his fingertips graze against your outer thigh. The skirt was short, lacy, and flared, your bare flesh on show above the lace topped, long socks you wore. His breath ghosted your neck, your pulse thundering in response. 

“Nod for yes, shake for no,” he instructed into your ear. “And if you wanna stop at any point, three taps on my arm or leg. Okay?” 

You could barely breathe, eyes wide as you strained to keep them fixed on the stage and not turn to look at him. This dominance was seriously hot, a side of him that intrigued you, made you ache something fierce. 

His fingers slid around your thigh and up under the skirt to deliver a playful pinch to the curve of your arse. “Answer me, sweetheart. I can't hear you in here. Show me you understand.” 

“Fuck,” you muttered, jumping at the pinch, certain he was going to melt your brains. You nodded quickly, showing him you understood. It was the ‘three taps to stop’ command that had sent you spiralling. What was he planning to do!?

“Good girl,” he praised into your ear, making your eyes briefly close at the exquisite throb of need it drew from you. “So, now we play. Later, you’re going to let me fuck you in this corset, yeah?” 

“Yeah,” you breathed, nodding obediently. 

He hummed near your ear. “I’d do it now if I could get away with it.” 

He would, what!? 

You swallowed hard, legs shaking, your bodies still moving to a rhythm. The crowd surged, and you had to brace your hands against Sebastian’s back. His T-shirt was soaked with sweat. The heat of the venue compounded with the chaos of the crowd, the very air seeming to crackle with electric charge. Or, maybe that was Garreth’s wandering hands and filthy mouth. Either way, you were slowly losing it as he rubbed his dick against you in deliberate strokes, enticing you, a daring promise for later.

Leander leaned over you both, sweat beading his freckled forehead. “Bloody hell, you two need to get a room,” he hissed. 

Garreth chuckled. “You could lend us your car keys,” he suggested. 

Leander screwed his face up. “Fuck off. You’re not getting cum stains all over my seats.” 

Garreth burst into laughter, the sound rumbling through his chest and into your back. “Guess you gotta keep acting innocent, sweetheart,” he said, loosening his grip slightly as the song ended and the crowd cheered. 

The band took a moment to chug water, the front man thanking the crowd. You stood there, oddly bereft as Garreth put a slither of space between you whilst he chatted with Andrew and Leander. Poppy glanced back with a grin, her face flushed. You managed a smile, certain your blown out eyes and burning skin would give you away, but she didn’t say anything. The crowd surrounded you with no clue how your blood burned for the man behind you, his murmured words and roaming hands igniting something wicked deep inside you that needed release.

As a chord rang out from the lead guitar, the crowd called out expectantly, Sebastian sticking his fingers in his mouth to whistle loudly. Yes, start playing, you silently begged. Get the crowd’s focus back so Garreth can put his hands on you again. 

Oh, you had it bad. You were done for, worries be damned, you craved him. 

“You want a beer?” Andrew asked, placing a gentle hand on your arm. You turned and declined despite feeling thirsty, your gaze catching Garreth’s as he stared your way.

His green eyes had darkened, his gaze loaded with all the promise he had poured into your ear. You couldn’t help but blush, tucking your hair behind your ear as the band erupted into a fresh wall of sound. The light show dipped and flashed, throwing colours across Garreth’s face as he manoeuvred himself back behind you. You shivered as his hands came down on your shoulders, turning you forward, his thumbs rubbing circles into your taut muscles. 

“Relax,” he said into your ear, his hands sliding down your arms. You took a deep breath that exhaled as a quiet moan when you felt the soft tease of his tongue at the nape of your neck. Oh, God…the tongue stud…

The crowd surged and his arm encircled your waist, pulling you in tight. His warmth pressed against your back, and you both began to move to the music. He had a good rhythm. Essential for a drummer, but his body encapsulated it, making your imagination spin out with intriguing ideas. Doing as he asked, you relaxed, rolling your hips until you could feel that promising bulge pressing firmly against you. 

“You okay?” He asked. 

You nodded, and he pressed a slow kiss to your neck, dragging his mouth higher and leaving a trail of hot breath in his wake, before curling his tongue around your earlobe. How could people not realise what he was doing to you? Your gaze darted about, but people really weren’t paying you any mind. You practically panted out each breath, your senses honed in what Garreth was doing to you, his hand drifting down to the hem of your skirt. 

“Stay focused on the band, darling,” he urged, his voice hoarse now as he continued to grind sensually against your arse. His fingers grazed the skin of your thigh along the hem of your skirt. “Look at the drummer. Watch his hands.”

Watch his hands? Was he kidding? How could you concentrate on those when his own hand was snaking up under the hem of your skirt? 

You touched your fingers to your forehead, your cheek, your skin burning. Maybe you should have accepted Andrew’s offer of a beer if only to press the cool cup to your face. 

“Mmm, so soft,” Garreth groaned, his caress sweeping under the curve of your arse cheek and squeezing reverently. 

Heart pounding, your feet shuffled as the crowd pressed forward again, Garreth steadying you with one hand whilst the other slid between your thighs from behind. Your gasp was shockingly loud, but lost to the deafening roar of the space, your pelvis flexing shamelessly against his hand as he rubbed it against the drenched cotton of your knickers. 

“Bloody hell, I need to get in there,” he growled, his teeth sinking into your shoulder. 

“Garreth,” you whined, eyes blown wide as you both staggered. 

Instinctively, you grabbed and found Leander’s arm to steady yourself, fingers clutching at the freckled flesh of his forearm. He turned to look, his eyes lifting to meet your flushed face whilst Garreth buried his face into the back of your neck. You flushed a deeper red but lifted your hand to press a finger to your lips, your eyes pleading. 

“Fucking heathens,” Leander said, shaking his head. He moved closer, bending to speak into your ear. “Really? In front of all these people?” 

His eyes met yours again, so close this time. The heightened pleasure gained from the risk was new, but very powerful. It even aroused you to know that Leander was fully aware of what you were doing. You could see it in his eyes, and it made your desire throb harder. 

“Should’ve given us the car keys,” Garreth said, and you could hear the grin in his voice. Cocky shit. His hand was still between your thighs and he thumbed along your knickers, almost making you choke as you stared at Leander. 

“Can’t believe I’m going to say this,” Leander said, pushing his hand through his copper hair. “Stand behind me. Use me as a shield, but for fuck sake, Garreth, keep your dick in your pants.” 

You stared at Leander, heart thumping. This was a bit different to letting him have a cheeky ogle at your chest. This was practically voyeurism. He met your eyes, a slight flush staining his cheeks. Garreth pinched your arse again, and you mentally shook yourself, nodding up at the tall red head. He nodded back and turned around. 

Leander was a very tall bloke, not the kind you wanted to get stuck behind at a gig, but you were grateful to be pressed up against his back right then. The pit was chaos behind you, Garreth’s fingers biting into your waist as you stumbled. You grabbed hold of Leander’s t-shirt, your face level with his shoulder blades. Pitched forwards suddenly, you found yourself pressed firmly up against his back, trapped between the two men. 

“Nice, a ginger sandwich,” Garreth chuckled into your ear. “Don’t get any ideas, though, darling. You’re all mine.” 

Fuck knows what Leander must have been thinking, but any thoughts you may have had on the matter were obliterated when Garreth’s fingers found their way under your knickers and pressed against your entrance. Your breathless moan was smothered against Leander’s back, your hips tilting to give Garreth easier access and he did not disappoint. You were so ready for him that two of his fingers slid deep. You heard Garreth swear, his fingers pumping into you, your own fingers curled like claws into the side of Leander’s T-shirt. 

You should have been mortified, embarrassed, but you weren’t. Aroused beyond belief, you had to resist the urge to bite Leander, Garreth slowly driving you towards the edge of oblivion as he began to circle in search of your throbbing clit. Your hips bucked as he hit it, drawing another moan from you. Your eyes rolled, your cheek pressed against Leander’s back. You could feel his quickened breaths and you knew this was affecting him. 

Leander was your friend, too, and he really didn’t have to do this. Feeling the need to connect somehow, perhaps as a thank you, or maybe just to reassure him that you really were okay with this, your hand slid downwards, seeking out his hand. When you found it, you gripped it, and he linked his fingers with yours. 

Garreth nuzzled into your neck, lips and teeth taking what he wanted, rutting shamelessly against you as he chased your release. “Look at you, my dirty girl,” Garreth groaned. “Are you going to cum?” 

You nodded weakly, certain he had complete control over you at this point, your knees trembling as you felt the familiar tightening at your core. Then you were whining in protest as his hand suddenly slipped free. The crowd had shifted again, and the three of you staggered as one. The song was ending, and you were dangling by a trembling thread, the blistering ache between your thighs begging for mercy. Garreth was smoothing down your skirt, your back sticky with sweat that felt chilled with his absence. You weren’t ready to stop yet. Your orgasm had been so damn close. 

This was the most torturous form of edging ever. 

Sucking in your breaths, you let Leander’s hand go. He glanced back at you and you managed a shaky smile. You couldn't take much more of this. “Be right back,” you said. 

Turning to Garreth, you hooked a finger into the belt loop of his jeans and pressed your mouth to his ear, his wild hair tickling your flushed face. “Get me out of here, Garreth, and finish what you started.” 

His wicked grin added a fresh wave to the fire burning in your blood, and then you were being dragged through the press of the crowd, muttering apologies in your wake. Through a side door, and down a corridor, Garreth led you by the hand. Smirking over his shoulder he gave your fingers a squeeze. “You alright, gorgeous? You’re looking a bit flushed, there.” 

“I wonder why,” you drawled, glancing up at a sign above a door that said ‘crew only’. Garreth opened it. “What are you doing?” You hissed, halting him in his tracks. 

He merely grinned and tapped the side of his nose. “Don’t worry, I know most of the guys that work here. I intend on getting you very much alone and all to myself. You still wanna play with me?” 

Oh, his eyes were going to be the end of you. 

Pulse racing, you glanced back down the corridor, the heavy thrum of the gig still rocking through the walls. Nodding, you followed him through the door. “Let’s fuck,” you smirked. 

With nothing to stop you now, your hands and mouth became greedy. Sequestered in a random room, the door firmly closed, you let Garreth slam you against the wall. Face to face this time, you could freely push your hands into his hair, gripping the wavy strands as he claimed your mouth. At the first silky slide of his tongue, you moaned at the drag of his piercing, flicking the tip of your tongue to toy with it. He chuckled against your mouth, his hands already under your skirt and pushing it up so he could grasp your hips. 

“You like my tongue stud, don’t you?” He murmured, delicately dragging it backwards against your top lip. His eyes burned into yours. “Imagine what I can do with it down here…” 

He rubbed his fingers against your heat, watching you intently, reawakening your slumbering need to come with measured strokes. 

“Mmm, imagine that,” you sighed, grinding yourself against his hand. 

“So greedy,” he groaned, hooking his fingers under the fabric of your knickers and dragging them down over your hips. His mouth sucked at the soft swell of your breasts pushing up out of the corset. “I love these,” he mumbled against your flesh, cupping a hand to one, his thumb circling in languid strokes. 

“You can remove the corset, get a proper taste,” you suggested. 

He smiled, humming thoughtfully as he pressed slow kisses up towards your neck. “No, the corset stays on. For now, at least.” 

“For now?” 

“Oh, you’re coming home with me, love,” he said, tucking your hair behind your ear. His thumb grazed your jaw. “I plan on fucking you into my mattress until you can barely walk. I’ve waited a long time to get my hands on you, and I’m going to savour every minute.” 

Biting your lip, you studied his face. A face you knew so well, but the way he was looking at you right now made you weak at the knees. “You’ve waited a long time?”

He unfastened his jeans, pressed your thighs apart, and sucked at your lower lip with a groan. “Always wanted you. Couldn’t be sure you felt the same.” 

Your heart thumped and skipped, your grip on him subtly tightening. “I do,” you admitted. 

His slow smile did things to you, hot, burning things. He lifted you against the wall, wrapping your legs around his waist. You felt the nudge of his hard dick slide against your thigh.

“Remember the rules, darling,” he said against your mouth, teasing your lips with kisses as he palmed over the lace tops of your high socks. “Want to stop? Use your words, and if you can’t, tap me out. Like this.” 

He tapped his fingers three times against your outer thigh. Your hands were under his T-shirt, mapping the hard lines of his body and exploring the softness of his tummy, but you remembered to nod your understanding like the good girl you were. His teeth nipped your lip. “Are you ready?” 

You nodded, fingers seeking out his nipple piercing and tugging gently. His forehead pressed against yours and he groaned, his hips seeking you out. With a guiding hand, he pressed inwards, his thick tip stretching you with delicious slowness. Buried to the hilt, he leaned back and looked down, grinding in as far as he could get himself. “Look at that, a perfect fit,” he smirked. 

As chaotic and carefree as Garreth blazed through life, he fucked with consistency and concentrated effort. You clung to his shoulders, your back scraping against the dingy wall as he pounded into you with a punishing rhythm. You remembered how he had moved against you in the pit, the promise of it. The reality had your fingernails biting into his flesh, his grip on your hips and thighs almost bruising. In the quiet of the back room, the sound of it was elicit, he was so vocal. His breathless groans were hot against your neck, not to mention the whispered filth he poured into your ears, praising you for being a good girl one moment, degrading you the next. 

It made you tighten with exquisite heat, your back arching as your hips greedily met his. Pushing up his T-shirt to expose his torso, you raked fingers down his freckled skin, thoughts and reason scattering like leaves on the wind. 

He slowed, rolling his hips, his breathing deep and measured. Reaching down between you both, he pressed his thumb against your slick folds, angling himself so that as he thrust in, he could rub against you. Tight little circles had you squirming, so full of him and stimulated, your lungs worked over time. 

“Want you to cum on my dick,” he breathed into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. He slid his dick further out, wrapping his hand around it, teasing you with tip thrusts whilst his thumb worked on you.  

“Oh…fuuuck.” Your head spun, heat pooling thick and fast as you slapped a hand against the wall. 

“Just wait till I get you home, darling.” His thrusts were timed perfectly with his thumb, driving a rhythm that had your thighs quaking. 

“Garreth…” His name escaped as a breathless whine as you began to slip into a haze of abandonment. 

“Gonna use my tongue on you.” He curled said tongue into your mouth, caressing yours with his piercing, his drummers rhythm keeping everything in perfect time. “Gonna rub it over your needy clit, and fuck it into your cunt. Like this.” 

His hoarse words had you uttering a filthy moan as he fucked his tongue into your mouth, his pace quickening between your thighs. You felt the wave of an orgasm cresting, your hips bucking with need. Your mouths were a tangled, breathless mess. The distant thrum of the gig in the background felt like light years away, so lost you were in this steamy sex bubble with him.

White spots danced behind your eyelids as you came hard, moaning his name as he thrust deeper into you, wanting to feel how you tightened around him. He fucked you through it, his mouth tasting the sweat on your throat. You felt his urgency in his movement, your eyes blinking through the daze, your limbs languid as he buried deep with a filthy moan. He pressed his palm to your lower abdomen, his eyes glazing over, his dick pulsing hot spurts of cum into you. 

“Feel that?” He rasped, grinding even deeper. “Uhh, fuck yes. Mine…so full of me.” 

He pulled you in close, his hands caressing you all over in long soothing strokes, his kisses softer and more gentle. The look in his eyes had shifted from hungry and feral, to a Garreth you were more familiar with. The ache inside had subsided, but something equally as warm was unfurling, making you smile up at him.

“We have definitely crossed a line now,” you murmured, playing with his hair. “I don’t know if this one will be as easily shrugged off as the kiss we had before.” 

“What if I don’t want to shrug this one off? Like I said, I want you in my bed tonight. I’m not done,” he said, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours. His eyes had a hint of pleading to them, a vulnerability that made your tummy twist pleasantly. “Say you feel the same.” 

Your gaze dipped to his mouth, your thumb sliding over his lower lip and inwards, seeking out his piercing. It turned you on, fascinated you. “It is tempting. Especially what you promised to do with this.” 

His chuckle was filthy and he swirled his tongue over your thumb, sucking it further into his mouth with a groan. He was so sexy, making your body feel alive with how he looked at you. 

“Do we have to go back to the others?” You sighed. 

“Lee is our ride home,” he said. His hand slid over your hip, gliding between your thighs so he could swipe his thumb against you, making you gasp at the sensitivity. He smirked, his eyes devilish. “Plus, I get to sit there knowing you're leaking my spunk all over his spotless seats.” 

“Garreth,” you scolded, slapping his arm. His answering chuckle was wicked. “Poor Lee. I can’t believe he used himself as a shield for us.” 

“For you, you mean. He will be getting off on you moaning into his back for weeks. Trust me,” he smirked. 

You blushed as you straightened your skirt, remembering the intensity of almost reaching an orgasm in the middle of a crowd. You eyed Garreth as he fastened his jeans, his waves of ginger hair falling across his freckled face. 

“What about you? Will you be getting off over that little public display out there? You were rock solid against my arse.” 

He grinned, swiping his hair back before wrapping an arm around you. “I had a little help with that. You were rubbing that damn fine arse against me for a start, and as for these…” 

He hooked a finger into the tops of your high socks and bit his lip, snapping them back against your thigh. “And this…” 

He smoothed his hand up over the silk and lace off your corset, palming against a breast. He groaned and kissed your mouth, an edge of that heated hunger returning as you paused near the door. 

No, this definitely couldn’t be swept aside and forgotten. It wasn’t over. If anything, it was merely just beginning. 

[zetadraconis11]

Restaurant AU

Imelda gets a taste of how working a restaurant is, as well as how serious the Head Chef, Garreth Weasley, is about running it This takes place in the same AU as my previous fic "Starstruck"

I wrote something again, lol. I was watching YouTube clips of "The Bear", and I just wanted to write something involving cooking and restaurant. I tried to be accurate with lingo and the like, but overall, it's just vibes, hahaha

Happy reading for anyone interested!