#vinny the most charming one

[solnass]

me corrí we JASKAKKDJ

Just rewatched Atlantis

[heartsforvin]

pls do a fluff where the reader pranks vinnie, like is about to leave for the store evertime he kisses the reader she just wipes it off. and in the end vinnie just stays home and cuddle w herr

STOLEN KISSES

thank you for the request ! i hope you like it <33

pairing; vinnie hacker x fem!reader

warnings; vin bein sad you don’t wanna give him affection, cussing, fluff <33

summary; vinnie just wants to give you kisses before he goes out, but you decide to mess with him and wipe them away

sitting on his bed with hera in your lap, you see vinnie make his way into his room. smiling, you greet him before he walks into his closet.

“what are your plans today?” you ask, not knowing if his schedule is booked full or not.

vinnie peaks his head out to look at you, you can see his bare tattooed chest, which makes you blush.

“gotta run to the store, i’ll be back in a bit,” he says, going back into the closet to put on a shirt.

he walks out and you can’t help but smile. you lift hera up in the air so vinnie can kiss her head, placing her gently on the bed after he does.

vinnie leans in to kiss you but once the two of you do, you immediately wipe it away, making him furrow his brows.

he leans in again and kisses you with more passion this time, wondering if that was your issue.

once you wipe your lips again he realizes it wasn’t. he goes in again, thinking a third times a charm, right?

obviously you would pull away if you didn’t want to kiss him, right? or you’d tell him you didn’t want to. so why are you wiping them away?

“baby, are you feelin’ okay?” he asks, stroking your cheek softly.

you lean into his touch. “yeah, why?” you ask, trying to play cool.

you can tell he knows something is up with you, but you try to play it off as best you can.

“do you not want to kiss me?” he questions. completely ignoring your previous one.

you stand up and walk to his bathroom, vinnie stands where he’s been for the past two minutes and then sees you come out.

“come on, i gotta go before it gets dark. if you don’t want to kiss me that’s fine, but don’t wipe them away.” he explains.

it wasn’t too early in the day but it wasn’t too late either. nighttime however, would be here before they knew it and vinnie didn’t want to be out too late.

you could tell he was getting either mad or sad, you hated when he was either, you never wanted to see him like that, especially if you were the cause.

not wanting to push your boundaries if you didn’t want a proper kiss, vinnie kissed your cheek, thinking that it would’ve fine.

you wiped that off too, but with a smile on your face.

vinnie furrowed his brows. “you fuckin’ with me, aren’t you?” he asks, and he can’t help but smile when he hears you giggle.

he grabs you by the waist and pulls you into him, the two of you falling on to the bed in a fit of laughter.

“the store can wait, gimme a kiss for all the ones you wiped off.” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

you smiled as you leaned in, giving him a passionate kiss from all the ones you stole away from him.

“i love you, sweetheart.” vinnie whispers, planting a quick kiss to your forehead.

snuggling into him, you breathe in his cologne, feeling so safe with him.

“i love you too, vin. sorry for messing with you.” you reply, looking up at him with a goofy smile.

he laughs. “it’s okay, i should’ve known it was a prank, you never don’t want to kiss me.” he tells you with a smirk.

he knows that’s one hundred percent true, but he is the same way.

hera comes back on the bed, snuggling into you and vinnie. the blonde kisses the cat’s head and then kisses you.

the three of you spend the rest of the night cuddled up together in the warmth of vinnies bed.

this one’s a bit shorter (i think ???) but i hope you liked it !! thank you again for the request, it was so cute <3

also, i have another headcanon post coming out most likely today but if not, def tomorrow so look out for that !!

[snowwybear]

𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔠𝔞𝔱 𝑔𝑜𝓁𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 | 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗺𝗲

warnings: fluff

vinnehacker sent you a message on Instagram

It had been a while since you messaged Vinnie, ever since the party you occasionally message him back and forth, but it had been a while since your last text exchange.

9:30 AM

vinnehacker: hey, did you know that a dog’s tail wagging is like their personal “good morning” song?

10:00 AM

yourusername

oh really? and I suppose you have a “good morning” song for every occasion?

10:05 AM

vinnehacker

well, only the ones that matter!

speaking of occasions, how about a coffee date this weekend?

~

A coffee date? How bold. You wouldn't admit this, but Vinnie was probably- no THE - most perfect guy you've ever talked to. Looks can be deceiving, Vinnie is a Greek God, but he has the heart of an angel.

10:15 AM

yourusername

A coffee date, huh?

what exactly makes you think I’d be up for that?

10:20 AM

vinnehacker

I have a feeling that my irresistible charm and a perfectly brewed cup of coffee might just do the trick.

plus, I think we'd make a pretty dynamic duo.

10:25 AM

yourusername

flattery and caffeine, is it? you might be onto something.

but tell me, what’s your strategy if I decide to bring a book instead of a chat?

10:30 AM

vinnehacker

I’ll just have to charm you, and if that fails, I’ll let you enjoy your book while I offer you the world’s comfiest shoulder to lean on.

10:35 AM

yourusername

I suppose I could be tempted by that.

How about we meet at that new café on Elm Street? I’ve heard they have excellent pastries.

10:40 AM

vinnehacker

deal!

I’ll bring my best “I’m a great date” smile.

can’t wait to see you! 💕

~

Your face is resting in your hand as you read over the message. There's something about this enthusiasm that you loath but also admire.

10:45 AM

yourusername

and if I order the entire pastry menu?

10:50 AM

vinnehacker

I’ll just have to up my game to match your sweet tooth.

10:55 AM

yourusername:

oh, now you’re talking my language.

but be warned, I might challenge you to a pastry-eating contest.

11:00 AM

vinnehacker

challenge accepted

but just so you know, I’m pretty competitive when it comes to pastries.

bring your A-game!

11:05 AM

yourusername

we’ll see about that.

I’m looking forward to it, Vinnie.

I’m not so easily impressed soo.....

11:10 AM

vinnehacker:

noted can't wait to impress you

I have a few tricks up my sleeve so should be a piece of cake

11:15 AM

yourusername:

oh, this should be interesting.

see you on Saturday, then.

11:20AM

vinnehacker:

see you there!

[buttsmasher]

The Time Vinny came to the Pharmacy

Tags/Warnings: Face Farting, Gay Face Farting, Willing Victim, Underwear Farting, Semi-Public

You lay across the counter, another boring day at the pharmacy. You’re scrolling through Instagram when you have to stop and stare at a picture your high school crush, Vinnie, posted. It’s a side view of him lifting a barbell and it highlights his arms, and that ass that you always wanted to be near in high school. The caption read, “It looks like leg day has been really paying off.” You, of course, double tap the photo.

“Yeah, that was a pretty good photo.” You look up to see Vinnie standing in front of you giving you his signature smile. All of your high school memories come rushing back and you quickly remember why he was your crush. 6’3”, charming smile, hot body, and he was honestly one of the nicest guys in town. “Not to brag or anything.” His smile disarms any awkwardness you might have felt. 

“What brings you in?” You ask putting your phone away, giving him your full attention.

“I’m here for a prescription.” 

“Gotcha.” You go ahead and enter his name into the system and quickly grab his prescription. “So how’s life going?” You make small talk as you scan the barcode of the prescription bag.

“Oh you know, just trying to survive the end of the world.” You both chuckle. “But my girlfriend broke up with me so... trying to get over that.” 

“Sorry to hear it man. It’s $15.12.”

“Yeah, she said I was going to the gym too much. And she said I was too gassy for her.” He pulls out a credit card and hands it to you. 

“Gassy?” You raise your eyebrow as you take his card.

“Yeah. It’s probably the protein shakes because they go right through me. But imagine being broken up with because you’re too gassy.” You shake your head, not able to imagine it. 

“Sounds like to me you need someone who’d appreciate your gassiness.” You give him a wink as you hand him his card back and prescription. You then go back to leaning onto the counter, elbows on the counter with your head being cradled by your heads.

“Is that so?” He looks you up and down briefly before leaning onto the counter himself.  “Do you know anyone, within a, oh I don’t know, one minute radius because I got some big ones brewing.” 

“Hmm,” You pretend to think about it. “Carla I’m going on break!” You yell to the pharmacist on duty. You walk out from the employee section and gesture towards Vinnie to follow you into the exam room. 

He doesn’t miss a beat, he follows and you close the door and lock it. Before he even says anything you are on your knees pulling at his gym shorts. His boxer briefs are a bit sweaty, most likely he came straight from the gym.It doesn’t stop you from smashing your nose into his musky crack and taking a deep whiff. It’s intoxicating, and you let out this small moan that just makes Vinnie laugh. 

“I haven’t even farted yet.” He jokes as he lets you inhale his scent. 

“Sorry, sorry, you just smell…”

PFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT

He lets a harsh fart that interrupts your sentence. You don’t even try to finish the sentence, instead you just focus your energy on inhaling the toxic air. It’s bad, and you kind of understand why his girlfriend broke up with him.The smell reminds you of a skunk and it’s just pure rotten ass fumes. You can’t help the fact that you’re so painfully erect.

“Sorry ‘bout that.” Vinnie chuckles. “I just couldn’t hol’ it in anymore.”

“It’s good.” Your voice is strained but you give him a thumbs up. 

“Man, you must of inhaled all of it, because I didn’t get a whiff of it up here.” He wiggles his body a little bit bouncing you in between his butt cheeks. “Shit I just may need to keep you around as my fart vacuum.” 

“No complaints here.” You pull your nose out his ass and begin to stand up causing him to push you back down.

“I didn’t say I was finished.” He wraps his hand in your hair before pulling you back against his sweaty undies. 

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT

This one was even worse than the previous. It was horrid and you honestly kind of wanted to pull your face away. But before you even get a chance to appreciate that last bomb, he’s hitting you with more gas.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFTTTT PFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFFFFTTTT

He wasn’t joking when his girlfriend said he was gassy. You did your best to keep up with his butt bombs, but you feel yourself starting to get dizzy from only being able to breathe in his rotten egg smelling farts. You forcibly pull away from his ass and take a deep breath in before you push your nose back in against his clothed hole.

PFFFFFFFF PFFFFFTT

He lifts his leg as two squeakers expel from his nasty ass. “Fuck.” You groan as you keep taking loud huffs. “Jesus christ, how do you have so much gas?” You pant as you pull away from his ass again.

“I’m telling ya, it’s gotta be the protein shakes.” You try to catch your breath.

“Fuck man.” You wipe your forehead where there’s sweat beading on your face. 

“You want more?” He’s biting his lip like he’s holding a big one in.

“Hell yeah!” You don’t waste any time getting back into position.

“It’s a big one, do you think you can take it?” He warns.

“Take your best shot, big guy.” You give a playful smack against his ass.

“Your funeral.” He starts grunting, and for a moment you’re honestly worried that he’s about to shit himself.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTT

He lets out the loudest and nastiest fart you’ve ever heard. And the smell is god awful. Somehow mixing all sorts of horrid scents that you didn’t think were possible. At first you smelled rotten eggs, but then somewhere around the 5 second mark it went to old garbage, and then another few seconds and it was sewage. There wasn’t any way you couldn’t pull away from that.

You are hacking up a lung as Vinnie laughs at you. “I warned you man.”

“Fuck. I didn’t know you were that brutal.” You gag, somehow getting a taste of his nasty brew. “I-I don’t think I can take anymore.”

“That’s fine.” He reaches down and pulls his shorts up. “It’s not every day I get to bomb someone.”

“Well if you were dating me, that wouldn’t be a problem.” You try to turn the situation in your favor, but you’re still trying to catch your breath.

“Hm, how bout we get coffee first.” 

“Deal.” You say as he helps you get back on your feet. 

“You think you can go back to work?” You give a thumbs up as he helps walk back to the employee area.

“What did you do to him?” Clara takes you from Vinnie and then scrunches her face. “God you stink.” She moves her face as far away as she can. “God, that’s awful, you need to go home.” She kind of pushes you away and Vinnie catches you again. You both kind of laugh before Vinnie helps you out to your car.

“You free tomorrow?” You ask nervously.

“Yeah, meet me at the Piñata Cafe at 10:00.” 

“Cool.” You give him a small wave. 

When your door is closed and his back is to you, you start dancing. You’ve got a date with Vinnie, your high school dream almost fulfilled.

[lussiane333]

Unspoken Desire

Bo Sinclair x female reader (he's an ass)

Vincent Sinclair x female reader

Vinny boy not so innocent (and he talks)

Angst, smut, cheating :P

You lived with the Sinclair brothers for some time now.

You knew Bo was interested in you from the very first second you two spent together. He was never ashamed to tell you or show you.. You two never really got official at first. It was just messing around, some kissing when he pushed you against a wall, grinding on him when he sat you on his lap leading into nights of passion.. Eventually, you got close together and long midnight talks revealed the complicated character of Bo. While there was fondness between you two, most of the time your days together ended one way, arguing. You loved him, yes he wasn't the best man, but you cared for him deeply. There was something that couldn't tear you apart, always pulling you into him more and more.

Bo was handsome that's for sure, his charming aura brightened the day. He could be nice and funny when he wanted, but usually he was blunt and rude. Not only to you.

You weren't in close relationship with his twin. Atleast not the first weeks. But then and now, you found yourself by Vincent's side whenever Bo was in one of his moods, when Bo was out of town because of something, and when you just wanted to talk. You told Vincent many, many things. He listened, sometimes he answered, gave you his opinion. He cared about you, he trusted you and even showed you his face, you were part of the family now. He cared a lot.. Something you didn't feel that much from Bo. He always called you nicknames, told you how sexy you are, but it's been almost a year and you never heard those three words out of his mouth. Whenever you told Bo you love him, he smiled to himself but never told anything back. It seemed like he was thinking about, if he actually feels the same. You two had many deep and personal convesations together, but you always felt like Bo isn't fully honest with you. And it bothered you..

Today wasn't very different. It started with Bo coming home late, little drunk.

You had cooked dinner, set up the table nicely, poured some wine. You just wanted to spend some time with your boyfriend.. Because when was the last time that the two of you had sat in such peace together? You can't remember. You heard Bo coming home and just from the noise he was making, you knew it will be one of those nights. Bo had many unresolved problems and issues, and alcohol seemed to be his therapist and best friend in one. Whenever you brought up his behavior, and asked him if he wants to talk about what he feels, he snapped and got all defensive.

"What the fuck are ya playin at" "No i don't fuckin' wanna talk" "I don't know what you're talkin bout just shut up" "Take that stupid advice of yours and go bother someone else i ain't got time for this"

"Where the hell have you been?!" You yelled at him.

He could hear the disappointment in your voice, but he decided to add more gasoline into the fire instead of trying to make things right.

"You haven’t seen me for the whole day and the first thing you're gonna do is yell at me?" Bo stumbled backwards, leaning against the front door.

"I told you this morning! Don't be late, i want to spend some time together!"

He just rolled his eyes at you.

"Why the fuck are you drunk again?"

"Like i'm gonna confess to ya" Bo scoffed to himself. "You know what, end this interrogation and let's just go fuckin eat"

"What happend to us Bo? Why do you have to be like this nearly every damn day?!"

He looked you up and down before spatting "More like what happend to you"

"I mean look at ya" "Think that my biggest desire is to sit and smile like an idiot every fuckin evening? Well it isn't!"

"What the fuck Bo?!" "We are barely together! And when we are it's only about one thing!"

"You can be fuckin happy that i didn't replace you yet"

You felt tear stream down your face as he finished the sentence.

"I am very curious who would stick to your drunk ass and tolerate your bullshit everyday" Your voice cracked and you looked away for only a moment as you took a deep breath.

"It’s time to change the scenery, I'm fucking tired of you!" He yelled as he shut the door and left the house leaving you all alone again..

You were truly hurt. It's not like you haven't heard worse from him, but you didn't know if you want to keep hearing more. You knew he's gonna come home in few hours totally devastated either still pissed, or like usual, promising that everything is going to change. And in the morning there would be the „sober“ apologising part. Walking to the kitchen slamming your fists at the table, spilling over the wine glasses, breaking everything that came into contact with your hands that just wanted to hold and caress.. You sat down and cried, the table not so neat anymore.. You didn't want it to be like this. None of this was your fault, you knew that. And there is one person who understands you and your feelings.

You opened the door and walked downstairs, knocking before opening, you saw Vincent, maskless laying on his bed, reading.

"Y/N? What happened?" He tossed the book aside, sitting up. His voice was soft and almost apologetic while you simply stared back at him, face swollen because of how hard you cried.

"I-.. Bo he-.." You shook your head, couldn't bring yourself to talk about it.

"Shhh come here" Vincent opened his arms and you ran to him instantly.

But he knew exactly what happend. Vincent heard everything, he heard the fight and your breakdown afterwards. He was waiting for you, he knew you'll come downstairs. To him, like you always do. He smiled softly at that thought. Vincent stroked your back and whispered how it will be all good but deep down he knew that HE will make it all good.

You rolled to your side, clinging onto his sweater you said "Vince, don't leave me alone tonight"

That sentence made him feel all warm and proud inside.

He smirked. Vincent always got what he wanted, it was like that when he was a kid and it was like that now. Remembering how easy it was to make his parents think that he's truly just a damaged, soft little boy, and his twin is the evil one, as they liked to call him. Of course when Bo would go and tell his parents how bad Vinny is, they would be angry. At Bo. How dare he is to talk that way about the precious little artist? When Bo is the one who doesn't listen and always cause trouble! That was his trick. But Vincent didn't want to trick you. He honestly cared about you. Loved you.. But his twin was more slick, he had to give him that. Vincent just didn't understand and couldn't help but think how truly pathetic his brother is for not treasuring you and always ending up hurting you.

The woman who he wished to hold and kiss every night, the woman who always made him feel better with her presence, who talked and listened to his ideas, the woman who would help him when he got injured, sometimes it didn't even hurt that much, but who is he to say no to you? You. The perfect person for him. You two were laying on Vincent's bed for some time, no one saying a word. You had calmed down, your breathing was steady and your tears dried a long time ago. Vincent was now hugging you from behind. Feeling his breath on your neck, finding it calming, you closed your eyes, trying to forget about every little thing that troubled you.

But Vincent wasn't so calm inside. He had you like this and his mind wandered off to many places. The pressure in his pants not helping at all. He buried his face in your hair, taking in a deep breath, he lost all the remaining self-control and rolled his hips aganist your ass and your eyes widened. At first you thought it was because he moved closer, but then you felt it again and again, along with soft kisses on your neck.

You turned to face him right away, which he took as an invitation and slammed his lips on yours. Vincent groaned in pleasure as he devoured your mouth. You didn't know what was happening. That was Vincent.. Your boyfriend's brother..

This was wrong.. So wrong.. You pushed him away, both of you looking confused.

"Vincent what are you-" You didn't have time to finish because he got on top of you, pinning you down with his weight. Your arms were free though, you could have slapped him or something, at least try to push him off, but you didn't. You were looking at him, you couldn't believe that Vincent would ever.. That YOU would ever.. He kissed your neck hungrily again, and your breath hitched as you felt tingles rush from your neck to a different part of your body.

"You have no idea.." Vincent started, his voice deep and rough "How long i've been waiting for this moment." He kissed you again, grabbing your hip with one hand and grinding his hips aganist yours.

"We.. we shouldn't.." You stuttered. "Vincent.. please stop, oh god stop.."

"Mhm, don’t think I can stop.. don't really want to" Vincent whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. He bit your lip gently and tilted his head to the side.

"Vince, this is wrong.." You moaned.

"Then why are you pulling me so hard to you?" He asked, the forced innocence in his voice almost funny, considering what he was doing to you.

You didn't even register that your arms weren't next to your body anymore, but one on his back and the other on his waist.

"But Vincent.." You didn’t want him to stop, but it had to. It wouldn’t be right..

"Change of scenery, i'm fucking tired of you!" You replayed the scene from earlier in your head. 'Change of scenery indeed' You thought.

You took your hand and placed it on his cheek, leaning in to kiss him. He looked at you, making sure you're really okay with this. You nodded, pulling him back down for another kiss. That's when Vincent's patience ran out as he ripped your t-shirt, sliding off your bra. Fingers now trailing your nipples. He lowered himself as he took one breast in his mouth, playing with the other one. You wrapped your legs around his waist, squeezing him in, feeling the butterflies when he kissed and played with both of your breasts together.

"Vinny" You moaned out. He was now in your panties with his hand, circling your clit, playing with your wetness. Vincent undid your pants, throwing them aside, his own were next. He lowered himself again, kissed and licked your pussy before shoving his fingers in. He pumped them in and out, licking your clit again, recieving sounds from you that were 10 times better than he imagined.

He felt his hard cock beg for attention, his pink tip feeling the texture of the sheets, making him moan into your pussy.

"More" Was the only thing he needed to hear.

He took out his fingers and shoved himself into you roughly, shutting his eye tight, trying to hold himself. Vincent grabbed your hips tightly and began to fuck you violently. Everything he was feeling needed to be let out. That goes for you too. He made an internal promise that he is going to fuck thoughts of Bo out of you. He will do anything, anything you ask him to do. Anything it takes to make you cry out his name. He kind of wishes for his brother to hear you too. But now his main priority is to make you feel good. Your pussy was hugging him so good that he thought he's gonna cum any minute. You played with your clit, the other hand holding onto him. You were moaning non-existing things, feeling the pleasure knot in your stomach, you arched your back and whimpered.

"Oh Vin.. Don't fucking stop!"

With that, Vincent took your legs and threw them over his shoulders, fucking you hard and fast. He could feel that he won't last long. And he also felt that he was hitting your sweet spot when your mouth hanged open, legs trembling while he held them. Your hands were trying to find something to hold onto. You gripped his thighs slightly, and dug your nails in them. Getting another groan from him. That was it. Your hips were shaking as your orgasm took over you. You whined as you felt Vincent pounding your now sensitive pussy.

"Oh f-fuck" Vincent moaned, shook your legs off his shoulders and kissed you deeply. You pulsed around him and with that, he came hard. Fucking out his orgasm, hugging you as he filled you with everything he got.

"My brother has chosen well, too bad i'll never let him touch ya again" He said as he kissed you and booped your nose mockingly.

These upcoming days will be interesting..

[gravesightings]

May I request all the slashers with an s/o who practices witchcraft. Can you do something extra with Jason. He's my favorite

sure thing! practicing witchcraft is a bit too broad of a term so i did a lot of just "general" stuff. hopefully i still did it justice!

Slashers with a s/o who practices witchcraft - brahms, jason, vincent

Brahms Heelshire

intrigued and intimidated. although brahmsy is a well-read fellow, he doesn't really get any new material. whatever the hell he's been reading has been in his family for several generations at least.

in his brain it is definitely witchcraft = bad but he's not out for your blood just yet. he's been given such a rare opportunity, you see. to what, you may ask? to get up close and personal with a witch.

don't be surprised if he tries to mess with your altars just to get under your skin - no he doesn't know what they're for and no he doesn't want you to explain it to him. scuttles off into the walls to try and figure it out himself. he would steal a book or two if you happen to bring one yourself.

would never admit it but he's a little scared of what you might be capable of. he has outdated beliefs and is extremely misinformed so he would most likely try to interrupt anything you plan on doing.

what do you mean you weren't actually trying to hex him? a protection spell? for him? he's a little embarrassed... well, you should've asked for his consent first anyways!

Jason Voorhees

you what? immediately anxious. he hesitates to be supportive of you at first. he's had his fair share of wiccan trespassers before and like brahms, he's intimidated by it. needless to say, he didn't really wait to find out what they were planning to do before he got rid of them.

not you though! the last thing he wants to do is offend you. you can do all sorts of witchy things to your heart's desire! just maybe not the dangerous ones? for him?

he's interested in the collecting aspect of it at least - oh you need small animal bones? feathers? cool rock from the river? he's more than happy to provide! whatever you need, he's your guy.

unlike brahms however, he's a bit more open to being included just as long as you explain it to him. jason doesn't quite understand but over time he will grow more accustomed to it.

while he's not really willing to practice it himself, he's fine if you decide to use certain spells or place altars within the camp grounds. just make sure to ask him first!

absolutely loves the trinkets! while he's not a fan of making altars or writing symbols, he loves the idea of having some sort of protective charm. even moreso if it's something handmade. what about you? could he make something like that for you too?

Vincent Sinclair

oh, cool. very neutral and very accepting. don't be fooled by his lack of a reaction - he's quite familiar with witchcraft himself. he doesn't really practice but he's respectful of your beliefs.

his twin however, might be on the opposite side of the spectrum. don't worry, though! even if bo is against it, you can do whatever you like down in the basement with him. please include him.

probably the most normal out of the bunch. oh, you practice witchcraft? ok. you need anything specific? there's an abundance of candles, that's for sure. it might be difficult for you to find literally anything else in Ambrose otherwise.

he's not too interested in spells or rituals but he's quite good with his hands so if you ever want your altars to have a little extra oomph, just let him know.

vinny here would love to hear more about it but he's more inclined to do it because he wants to spend more time with you and not because he's interested in witchcraft. really, he just wants to be included. he would never admit this though.

[pagodazz]

how do u think vinnie would react to habits true form. methinks it would conceptualize a lot of his quirks for him like of fucking course the guy who snarls and growls is. dog

I'VE ACTUALLY THOUGHT ABOUT THIS ALOT!! I don't know if I can actually expect people to agree with this but yk.. whatever😞‼️

this song is them to me btw.. yeah. Vinnie pov obviously

I CANNOT answer for habit as much as I can for Vinnie's pov of it all

This is probably in the candleverse/ somewhere that habit can just show his true form and I think at first Vinnie would be scared, but not necessarily because of what HABIT looks like but by the idea that HABIT is gonna eat him alive HEELPP. Though once Vinnie were to realize HABIT isn't gonna devour him he'd probably geek out or something, I mean this is a real thing he can touch and that other humans probably barely get to see and live to talk about it. And CANONICALLY!! Vinnie LOVES dogs. Vinnie would not really be a fan of all the spider legs but he would put up with them for sure. He would probably wanna take like thousands of pictures and videos (although it's probably impossible to capture habits true form on film just like most other entities) and Habit would thrive off the attention.

Vinnie would be looking at that true form and he probably just kinda forget it's HABIT for a moment and his brain goes full on "I need to feel the fur rn" and like any (in)sane person would do he would just pet him, NOW... It's a good 50/50 chance habit might bite one of his hands clean off but it's worth the risk. He would probably be embarrassed and back off pretty quickly when he remembers that he probably shouldn't just be reaching out to pet habit like he's some domesticated dog. But idk part of me feels like habit would encourage it?? he IS rather affectionate with Vinnie, I don't know if he'd really mind.

I feel like Vinnie is actually pretty thrilled to be seeing habit's true form, I mean being allowed to see something so powerful and elegant??? Vinnie can't help but feel special. (which is what habit wants, habit wants Vinnie to wanna worship him basically so he can get vinnie to make the Northstar/ just so he can get some company) and since he feels special he can't bring himself to hate anything that's going on.

now, he does obviously find habit to be unsettling (albeit beautiful) but he doesn't find habit to be a threat to him, Vinnie is very convinced that him and habit have a bond and that Habit would not kill him, atleast not with his own hands. Which this is proven in canon over and over again, vinnie finds safety and solace in habits company. Vinnie probably finds habit's true form to be stunning, especially since habit can still talk to him which is what reminds him that it's real.

Habit however has never had a person react the way Vinnie has to him EVER. he's always ready for screams of terror and people trying to get away and fight and kill him but Vinnie's first instinct is to get CLOSER and to ask just a shit ton of questions. And to be fair I honestly think Habit would snarl or growl at first until he remembers that it's better for his plan to just let Vinnie do whatever he wants. Obviously I think habit would joke with him and act like he's gonna kill him but not actually do anything because he likes to watch Vinnie's reaction which range from him getting pissed at habit, laughing, freaking out, or literally no reaction at all. All of which habit likes pretty much equally.

Imagine Vinnie just being like "WOAH. HOLY SHIT. UR A WOLF?#!$!$ YOU HAVE SPIDER LEGS??*?$! YOU HAVE TWO TAILS?$!!! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THIS BEFORE!!!!!!!!!!" and habit just thinks it's so funny and kind of charming that Vinnie even cares.

[oneinathousand]

I'm halfway through Gravedale High and I think I get the gist of it, so here are my random thoughts about it:

Of all the celebrity cartoons, this is one of them. Joking aside, this probably is legitimately one of the better ones from this time period. I am not distracted by Rick Moranis's presence, and I'm glad he's not going full nerd as in his usual typecasting. I keep expecting to see a Ghostbusters or Little Shop of Horrors reference, since this show sure does love its pop culture references, but so far, they've had the restraint not to do it in a direct way except for one of the background characters in one episode looking like a terror dog, but that could be a coincidence. I guess I'll find out eventually if they actually do make a reference.

I can't watch a lot of it in one sitting because if I try, I know I'll be filled with homicidal rage at all the constant catchphrases and verbal tics and schticks that every character has.

Gotta love how the creativity of the main cast ranges from "Personifying the trope of zombies as commentaries for consumerism with a wealth-obsessed, literal mall zombie" to "what if creature from the black lagoon but surfer".

J.P. doesn't seem to be any kind of monster in particular, Peter Lorre parodies are just their own Halloween species lol

Vinnie may be the Fonz as a teenage vampire, but it was very big-brained of whoever the character designer was to give him black nail polish in 1989-90. For all this show's problems, the character design for the most part is not one of them, even with how dated many of them are fashion-wise they're still very charming.

Sure, I ship Vinnie and Reggie. Before I watched this show, I assumed it was just typical shipping of best friend characters, but when I got to the famous ear-scratching scene from episode four, I was like "yeah okay I can see where they're coming from".

Of the main cast, Sid is probably my favorite because everything about him is so hilariously dated above all the rest, which is saying something: The rapping, the baseball cap, the pattern on his shirt, the random impressions... he's so lame that he circles back around to being funny. And apart from the irony, an invisible kid becoming a class clown so people won't ignore him anymore is one of the more genuinely creative concepts here.

Oh, but speaking of Sid, who's voiced by Maurice LaMarche... It was pretty awkward to watch Sid whenever he talked about his dreams to become a stand-up comedian, knowing what I know about what happened with LaMarche's own desire to rise up in the stand-up world on the same month that Gravedale High coincidentally premiered in. I don't know if this is common knowledge, but I won't go into it here because this post is supposed to be about a silly cartoon. If you're curious and can handle emotional matters, go read about it on his Wikipedia page under the Career section and see the events leading up to him becoming a full-time voice actor after September 1990.

Anyway, this is one of those cartoons where you can see a lot of potential, but since this came before or at the same time as other more ground-breaking cartoons like Ren and Stimpy or Tiny Toons, you get the feeling Gravedale is still shackled by 80's cartoon trappings despite its occasional dark jokes and pop culture references. If I were to make a new version, with or without Moranis, I would go for something a little edgy to make it stand out from Monster High and other shows of its ilk, do for horror what Clone High does for teen shows, either in a PG or TV-14 way.

[oddballwriter]

Nicknames They Call You

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Warnings: HABIT is here

Author’s Snip: Nothing much to this, just wanted to post this.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy!

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Marble Hornets

Tim

I feel like for the most part he just calls you by you’re name or what he’s used to calling you before you started dating

But sometimes he’ll call ‘babe’ or ‘baby’

But that’s literally so rare and completely random

However, sometimes he calls you ‘hun’ (like ‘hunny’) but that’s even rarer and is mostly just a slip on him

Brian

This man is so sweet, he’s practically over here giving you cavities

He likes giving you nicknames

He hardly ever calls you by your name once you guys have been together long enough

He calls you all types of things

Babe/baby, hun/hunny, and sweetheart/sweetie

He will even come up with special ones that only pertain to you and something about you

I don’t know but I feel like if you’re short he’d call you dewdrop for some reason, I can just hear it

And when he makes one up he starts using it almost immediately, like he’s always called you that

Jay

He calls you by your regular name and ‘babe’ equally

He’s not much for couple nicknames

Alex

It’s the same as Jay

‘Babe’ and ‘baby’ are the only nickname he really has for you

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Evan

He rarely calls you by your name 

Babe is basically your name at this point

The only time he really calls you by your name is if you aren’t responding to babe or if it’s a serious situation

He has however, called you ‘sugar’, simply because he could

He will, however, come up with creative ones for you based of things about you

Vinny

He calls you ‘babe’ and maybe even ‘hun’ sometimes if he’s feeling real affectionate

Jeff

Similar to Evan, he constantly calls you babe and never by your name unless its something serious 

Otherwise you just, always get called babe or baby

HABIT

He calls you babe, babes (because he sounds like BJ to me and in the BeetleJuice cartoon BJ would call Lydia babes and I think that’s charming), rabbit, bunny, and buttercup 

If he wants to be a bit condescending he calls you sweetie or sweetheart. 

[eternalremorse]

Hogwarts Legacy MC: Vincent Sallow

General

Full Name: Vincent Albert Sallow Nicknames: Vince, Vinny, Vin Date of Birth: 13th November 1874 (Scorpio) Gender: Male (he/him) Nationality: English and Scottish Blood Status: Pureblood House: Slytherin Wand: TBC Patronus: TBC Likes: Reading, duelling, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Charms and Quidditch (watching and participating) Dislikes: Herbology, Astronomy, Arbroath smokies, dishonesty and pessimists

Appearance

Hair: Dark brown Eyes: Dark brown Height: 5’11’’ Physique: Broad and toned Other features: Freckles all over the face and most of the body

Family

Parents: Solomon Sallow (father), Victoria Fawley (mother) Adopted Guardians: Mary Hopper, Joseph Hopper Siblings: Two unknown younger half-siblings on Victoria’s side Other relatives: Sebastian Sallow (cousin), Anne Sallow (cousin), unnamed uncle and auntie (Sebastian and Anne’s parents), Hector Fawley (cousin)

Future

Career: Auror Partner/Spouse: Natsai Onai Children: Joseph Dakarai Sallow, Rupert Emmanuel Sallow

In Depth Details

Vincent was the result of an affair between Solomon and Victoria. They were both in a secret relationship that would have been forbidden by the Fawley’s if they found out. Victoria was betrothed to another man from a more powerful pureblood family.

They both met at the Ministry where Victoria’s family were climbing the ranks and Solomon was an Auror.

After Victoria found out she was pregnant, she and Solomon originally planned to run away together to start anew as a family. But the plan was thwarted when Victoria’s brother found out about her pregnancy and threatened to have Solomon “taken care of.”

She agreed to end things with Solomon to keep him safe under the condition that her pregnancy be carried to full term, and she would send the baby to Solomon to raise. Her brother reluctantly agreed and helped her hide her pregnancy from their family by pretending she was travelling around Europe before settling down.

Solomon was so devastated that Victoria ended things with him that he refused to take in Vincent. So instead, he was sent to a wizarding orphanage.

Victoria officially named Vincent and left him a letter that he could open once he was old enough. The letter contained details of how she loved him dearly and wished that the circumstances of his arrival had been different. She urged him not to contact her as he may find himself in danger and she would find it too painful if anything happened to him.

Vincent was eventually adopted at the age of five by a woman called Mary Hopper and her younger brother, Joseph. Neither of them was married nor had children due to their busy careers as Aurors before they retired, but they wanted to raise a child to fill the void in their lives.

They brought him up in the Yorkshire countryside and he would help with the farm animals and chores every day. He was home-schooled about magic by Mary.

Vincent was disappointed when his magical abilities didn’t appear and watched as his friends develop theirs one-by-one. Vincent was slowly left out of the group and became estranged by the time they got their letters to Hogwarts a few years later. All the wizards in the village called him the “local squib,” and would either turn their noses up at him or pity him.

Vincent grew bitter at everyone’s attitudes towards him, and even started to resent the wizarding world. Mary and Joseph would remind him that even though squibs were rare, it was normal for them to occur. They contacted a friend who was also a squib so that Vincent could meet them and discuss his frustrations. It helped him to understand that he wasn’t alone!

Joseph passed away in the Spring of 1890 and Vincent was devastated! Soon afterwards on a particularly frustrating day, Vincent’s magic finally developed after he went to light a fire outside, and the magic he unknowingly produced almost caused an explosion! The next day he received a Hogwarts acceptance letter and a letter from the Ministry about being tutored by Professor Fig in preparation for Hogwarts later that year.

[amberlide]

Hexed

“My touch is the only one your body will crave." Chapter 1 - A midnight encounter

Summary: What should have been a quick and easy job for her business partner Sacharissa, turned into an unexpected meeting with the most dangerous student at Hogwarts. Warning: non-con fantasy smut (characters are aged up!) only +18 Word count: 10k Garreth Weasley x OC (Penelope, my OC) Tags: !Dark Garreth, very OOC, forced kiss, forces sex, oral sex (male receiving with instruction), rough sex, anal sex, aphrodisiac, blackmail. Additional tags: Penelope might be virgin but she's not a saint, full Weasley treatment, crossdressing, Hogwarts is a scary place. AO3 link the fiction is still going on :) A/N This is my first time sharing a non-con fantasy, so I'm nervous and anxious and all of that. If you are interested in this work, please let me know, as I'm willing to write it for myself, but I don't know if sharing is a good idea, since it's toxic af, so this is just an experiment :) It's my guilty pleasure to write. Special thanks to @dvinaamesca for this first picture of Garreth that stirred the Dark version of him! (if you don't want your name associate with this I'll take it down!)

Penelope pushed her glasses on her nose and quietly closed the heavy oak door behind her, the smug grin still lingering on her face. Those foolish Prefects would never catch her; the Gobstones trick had never failed her and after two years it was still going on full swing. Now that she had mastered that blasted non-verbal spell, moving around the castle unnoticed had become a breeze. And together with the Disillusionment charm, she had never missed a beat.

"They should really consider to put Mooncalves, they would do a better job," she thought shaking her head still chuckling under her breath.

Now that she was outside, she lowered her mask, inhaling deeply to take in the crisp autumn air, and swiftly turned to the right, following the path around the flower beds in the Hogwarts gardens. It was unusually chilly for the 10th of October, and she shivered lightly under her cloak, thankful for her cozy jumper, a nice gift from her dear brother.

The dragon-shaped bush was starting to shed its leaves, scattering a scratchy layer on the ground with every sweep of its wing-like branches. Silenced by her charm to muffle her steps on the stone path, Penelope quickened her pace, descending the stairs of the outer wall of the castle. This wasn't how she envisioned starting her 18th birthday, but she didn't have a choice. 

Sacharissa needed those ingredients, and she needed the money. 

The new Silver Arrow broom wouldn't pay for itself, and she planned to flaunt it on the Quidditch field after the next victory against Ravenclaw. After years of trying, she was finally on the team and a good broom was essential to show those pesky Hufflepuffs what a great Seeker they had missed all those years.

Penelope finally reached the hidden door concealed by dry vines, took another deep breath of the brisk air, and readied her wand. She tapped once on the locked door and whispered, "Alohomora."

A low screech welcomed her as she entered a long, dark, and damp corridor. Yet, she wasn't afraid—she had traversed this path countless times and could navigate the darkness with ease. While Prefects and Professors patrolled above, she strolled comfortably beneath them, dodging debris, stone rubble, and overgrown roots with the vials tinkling in her bag. 

It had taken months to clear out the Devil's Snare infestation, but her efforts had paid off—both in terms of time and money. They'd never catch her.

Soon, she reached a low archway where the floor was covered in dark wooden planks and dust, her steps were now echoing in the empty space. At the end, a ray of moonlight filtered through a dusty glass dome, faintly illuminating a monstrous sight.

"Hey, Vinny!" she whispered with a smile, greeting the huge Venomous Tentacula that was idly swinging its toothy pods in the musty air. She pulled a piece of meat from her bag and tossed it to the plant. One of the pods twisted on its stem and shot out a sticky tongue to snatch the meat midair. The viscous appendage coiled around its prize and retracted into its shadowy lair with a slurp, as the monstrous pod clamped shut. 

Her defiant smile widened, like the Gobstone trick, Vinny had never failed her, her trusted companion, guarding her secret. Once she was back, she would give the plant the rest of the meat for the other pods to enjoy, for now she had to move forward in her mission.

Her ritual for good luck complete, Penelope started climbing the wooden stairs, reaching the trapdoor in the ceiling while simultaneously dimming her wand's light.

She carefully opened the trapdoor and emerged into the greenhouse. As she gently closed the wooden doors behind her, she paused, blinking, to adjust to the dark environment. 

The air was thick with the strong smells of damp soil, dragon fertilizer, and exotic flowers, but she didn't care. 

She was there to finish her work discreetly and efficiently, as always.

Crouching under the overhanging stairs, she pulled her mask back over her face, allowing the hood of her cloak fall over her shoulder. Shaking her head to revive her hair, she paused, holding her breath to listen intently, ensuring she was alone.

When she was sure to be the only one in the building, she turned and ascended the stairs reaching the balcony toward Greenhouse number 3 where her longed target awaited.

Truly, it couldn't have been easier for her.

Skirting the faulty third step, she proceeded down, only to feel something brush against her calf on the lower step. Whirling around, moonlight revealed what seemed like a tentacle coiling around her leg.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Devil's Snare in Greenhouse Three? That was unexpected— she was sure she had taken care of all of them and the dangerous plants were in the other building, number 1. Reacting quickly to avoid entanglement, she brightened her wand to keep the plant at bay. The tentacle swayed in the light, yet it didn't retract. 

Penelope scoffed, annoyed, Flitterbloom. What an idiot. 

Her impatience mounted as she spotted the vase of the plant, nobody in their right mind would put a Devil's Snare in a pot. Cursing her impulsiveness, she turned, dimming quickly her wand in the hope that no one had seen the light. 

Penelope blinked, allowing her eyes to readjust to the darkness, and scanned the room for the plants. Sacharissa had given her a full list, yet she dared not risk searching for everything—she needed to prioritize the most valuable component: Bubotuber pus. 

Moving with quiet confidence, she located the plants on the counter to her left, exactly where she had seen them during her morning reconnaissance. Her frequent assistance to Professor Garlick in the greenhouse had earned her extra credits and, unbeknownst to others, the perfect cover for her nocturnal heists.

No one would suspect the strange-looking girl with short hair who shyly toiled away, perpetually cloaked in soil and dust. Cutting her hair to fit the Quidditch team, had been both a curse and a blessing. 

Entering the team also meant she no longer had time to grow ingredients for Sacharissa, leading her to pilfer from other students more often than she was used to.

She carefully placed her bag on one of the stools and began to lay out her tools: a small copper funnel, glass vials, pins, dragon-skin gloves, and a bottle of Daisyroot essence. After opening the bottle, she quickly anointed her hands with a few drops of the oil to shield her skin from the irritant pus. Double-checking her mask was secure to protect against the pungent odor, she slipped on the gloves and got to work, pulling the first pot toward her to assess the ripeness of the bulbs. Not all were mature enough, but she had to make do with what was available, perhaps leaving some behind for the unfortunate student who was cultivating them, most likely a pimpled fifth-year. 

Checking the label on the pot, she grinned devilishly, maybe Sacharissa could sell them her lotion…

She had just started to collect the pus, filling quickly the first vial, when she turned, sensing a weird feeling creeping over her.

She froze.

Next to her a dark tall shadow was in the middle of the room, as soon as they realized she had spotted them, they advanced slowly, and as they entered the circle created by the moonlight, the Disillusionment charm broke, revealing the imposing figure of a boy. 

He had broad shoulders and chest, his arms tensed under the mustard-colored jumper as he crossed them. His wand, firmly clasped in his big hand, lit abruptly as he tilted his head. A long tuft of vibrant red hair cascaded over his freckled face, and a smug grin parted his lips. 

"Well, well, well," he murmured, his masculine voice low with a tinge of playfulness that Penelope didn't appreciate one bit. 

His green eyes shimmered with a mix of satisfaction and pleasure.

"I think I got a little thief, what a lucky night,"

Penelope swallowed hard, taking a step back to gather her thoughts and focus on her options—she was caught! 

Trying to suppress the surge of panic, she scrutinized the boy; there was no sign of a Prefect or Head Boy badge. He was dressed in ordinary clothes, much like herself, not a uniform. But as soon as he stepped forward, recognition dawned on her. 

Damn!

Penelope's heart raced as she took a deep breath to steady herself. "Who are you?" she asked, striving to maintain her composure while her mind raced for a way to reach her wand near her bag.

"I think you're well aware of who I am," he replied with a hint of amusement. 

It was true, she knew him very well, everybody knew him, his wicked reputation and the crazy stories surrounding him. 

It was Garreth Weasley, the Deputy Headmistress's nephew, renowned among the whole student body for his illicit brews and odd concoctions. He wasn't in direct competition with Sacharissa, but when he started peddling his eccentric potions for male contraception, he nearly obliterated her business.

He was a potion genius and not the good kind, his Veritaserum was so effective only its smell could even work on ghosts, his Polyjuice lasted months, and he had aphrodisiacs so potent people had to skip days of classes or entire trimesters before they could barely satisfy themselves.

Some said the golden ring around his green irises was due to his addiction to Felix Felicis that he took regularly, being the source of his successful business, shielding him from being caught. Other claimed that, too scared to be bewitched by his debtors, he had consumed so much Amortentia he was actually immune.

Legends said his mind was damaged beyond repair by the fumes of his own brews, which he tried on himself from very young age, so much that at the Sorting Ceremony his thoughts were so foggy and impenetrable, that the Sorting Hat couldn't read them. So he had to choose himself which house he wanted to join.

He went for Gryffindor. 

Which he obviously didn't belong to.

People who couldn't pay for their potions were forced to take the so called Weasley treatment, used as guinea pigs for his crazy experiments, so much the expression "going Weasley" had become synonym of going voluntarily into a risky situation, knowing the consequences.

It was clear she had stepped on the wrong toes, and if she didn't want him to go full Weasley on her, she had to play smart or fight him.

As if reading her mind, with a lazy flick of his wand, her own wand flew through the air into his waiting hand. 

"The real question is, who are you? A little boy stealing pus... that's pretty low," he teased mockingly. "Perhaps I should report this to my Aunt…"

"Wait! We can share!" Penelope blurted out, grasping at straws, hoping he was there for the same reason. She could perhaps persuade him to let her go.

And did he just call her little boy?

"Share what? My plants?" he scoffed. "This is the fourth time you've stolen from me," he hissed, pushing a lock of hair from his forehead, his eyes narrowed to slits in the dim light.

"You're not Brattelby," she murmured, recalling the name on the labels of the pots.

A low, blood-curdling chuckle reached her ears. 

"How naive of you to assume I cultivate my own ingredients," he said, his tone laced with amusement as he took a step forward.

"I can give you money; my contact will pay well for the pus," she said. As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized her mistake as the boy tilted his head, giving her a condescending look raising a brow. "Oh really? Do you think I need money from Tugwood?"

Penelope's gaze widened, how had he learned about Sacharissa?

His smug grin played at the corners of his lips, picking up on her distress. "For someone so skilled at stealing, you're quite thick." 

He shifted his weight from one leg to the other, allowing a ray of moonlight to illuminate the coppery tones in his messy curly hair.

"Funny how after every heist, Tugwood releases a new batch of her putrid poultices. I guess she's too lazy to cultivate her own ingredients and sends her little rat here instead. I'm tired of being fucked over by you two," he said, his tone low and menacing as he took another step forward.

"What do you want?" Penelope's voice was cautious, her attempt to sound more masculine clear. If he thought she was a boy, she didn't want to give him any reason to think otherwise, she still had a chance to escape leaving him to look for a male student that didn't exist, plus, revealing herself as a girl seemed really dangerous.

Even if, in truth, she had no idea of his inclinations.

She heard him taking a deep breath, as his eyes wandered around in the darkness, "Let's see…" he tapped his finger on his chin, as if pondering.

"I may have cooked a very powerful batch of Aging potion last week and my Aunt was not pleased with the… aftermath. Giving you in as the Greenhouse thief, may save me from a very unnecessary suspension for the current batch," he started. 

Penelope waited patiently, feeling droplets of cold sweat trickling down her back, "She has already given me few days of detention you know, and I have been a bit… touch deprived, so to speak. Is there anything you can do to change my situation?" 

The question lingered between them as the implications lowered on her.

Penelope shivered, and took another step back, "Couldn't you ask… someone else?" She was sure someone like him didn't have any problems in finding… a suitable partner, after all young girls and boys were surely going crazy for his horrible reputation. He didn't really need her.

At least this was what she hoped.

Garreth extended his arms, both wands still in his grasp and a semi-amused smile on his face. "There is no one else here, is there?" he jested. Penelope's heart sank in her chest, as her eyes darted around desperate for an escape, debating whether revealing her true identity might offer some leverage—or place her in greater jeopardy.

"Don't worry, little one, I won't hurt you," he murmured, as though tuning into her anxiousness, "Let's say… I just want a kiss," he proposed, and moving forward once again, he placed himself just in front of her. 

Penelope slowly raised her head, to meet his gaze, he was taller than her, and his towering height was casting a looming presence, especially with the dim light behind him. 

She knew how terrified she must looked like, but she saw a gentle smile gracing his lips, as his eyes softened, "I can't," she barely whispered, his scent— a peculiar mix of lavender, tree bark,  and exotic potion ingredients— growing stronger as he leaned closer.

"And why's that?" His voice was low, imbued with masculine charm. As he laid his large hand on her cheek, the warmth bled through the fabric, tracing the edge of her mask, she realized she was holding her breath.

"I… I have a cold." she stuttered. It was a lie, of course, despite regularly donning a mask to avoid just that, as she rigorously trained for Quidditch every day since she had joined the team.

And then she was also concealing the pockmarks left by her acne.

His laugh was soft, coming from the back of his throat, "That's no problem. I'll brew the finest Pepperup Potion tomorrow morning. I do appreciate your concern, though." He leaned in, his fingers brushing past her ear to the mask's tie, a few strands of hair caressing his skin in the process. She felt a shiver, a mix of reluctance and an unsettling warmth in her stomach. 

Despite the warning signals firing through her, she remained rooted in place, paralyzed by the closeness of his disconcerting touch.

"Just a kiss and then I can go, right?" she was almost giving in, but she wanted to make sure the deal was settled.

"Of course, just one. I bet it's your first," he teased, amused by her lack of experience. She didn't answer, as he removed her mask, revealing her face. 

With a rush of cold air, the pungent scent of Bubotuber pus momentarily filled her nostrils, but Garreth's proximity quickly replaced it with his captivating aroma. She felt his thumb gently stroking her flushed cheek before descending to her lips, his gaze seemingly admiring her quivering mouth as he passed his fingertip on it. 

"You're not that bad," he murmured softly. She barely had time to react to the compliment before his lips clashed with hers.

Taken by surprise, she instinctively closed her eyes as the soft tuft of his red hair lazily brushed against her forehead, tickling her skin.

Penelope's heart slowed as the boy moved his mouth over hers, his hand shifting from her cheek to the back of her head, holding her gently in place. She stood frozen, her glasses slipping down the bridge of her nose, unsure of how to respond while his other hand, now wands-free, rested on her waist, drawing her closer.

But that simple kiss couldn't be all he wanted, and she knew there was more. 

His tongue soon sought entry, a demand for deeper access she wasn't willing to grant. Despite the warmth unfurling in her stomach, she resisted, her teeth clenched and eyes shut tight. Planting her feet to the ground she balled her fists, digging her nails in the leather skin of her gloves, now completely sweaty and oily.

She couldn't let him take everything.

As if defeated, Garreth retracted, just enough that he could trace the contour of her lips with his tongue, brushing them with its wet tip. When he reached the lower one, he then offered a faint, teasing bite. He soon pulled back slightly, but Penelope didn't waver, despite the buzzing in her ears and the stirring sensation moving from her stomach to her groin. 

His warm breath still caressing her cheeks, he suddenly sank his teeth into her soft flesh, eliciting a sharp sting. Penelope widened her eyes, let out an helpless whimper, and as soon as she parted her lips in fear, his tongue found its way inside, invading her mouth, seeking its secrets.

She wanted to pull away, she desperately tried to place her hands against his broad chest, but she found only a stern resistance as he was holding her tight, pushing her neck towards him, his fingers mingling with her short hair.

As Garreth's tongue found hers, he deepened the kiss, hungry for more, his breath growing heavy as the two intertwined. Tears started to form in Penelope's eyes, it was her first kiss and he was taking it from her with an insistence that would have been scary if not intoxicating.

Because despite her confusion, her body reacted in a very different way than expected.

Under her jumper, her breast was brushing against the soft fabric of her shirt, pressed against his hard chest and she could feel her nipples hardening with each movement of her ragged breath. And she could clearly sense his arousal as his thighs were pressing against hers, his bulge pushing on her lower stomach.

A new sensation surged between her legs, familiar yet never before this intense.

When he finally broke the kiss, letting her go, her foggy mind struggled to keep her balance. Still tasting the ginger and licorice from his mouth, she took a small step back and sat down on the greenhouse stool behind her. She took off her gloves so she could pressed a shaky hand on her forehead.

As a soft laugh reached her, Penelope's head shot up, locking eyes with Garreth's amused gaze. "That wasn't half bad, was it?" he mused, tilting his head and brushing a ginger lock from his face. 

Penelope pressed her swollen lips together. "I guess I can go now," she murmured feeling a mix of indignation and relief, reaching for her wand on the counter. But Garreth was quicker, lunging forward to sweep the wand from her reach, sending it rolling across the wooden table to stop beside a Bubotuber pot.

Her shock was palpable. "What does this mean?" she demanded, trying to rise, but he was upon her, his hand resting on her shoulder, pressing her back down onto the stool, his erection evident now that it was at her eyes level, straining the fabric of his trousers. 

"It means I might have changed my mind. I really enjoyed that kiss," he teased noticing her intent  gaze.

Penelope's head shook in disbelief. "But you promised—I could go after it," she protested, struggling to keep her voice steady amidst rising panic. 

His smile broadened maliciously. "You can go—to pack your things in your dorm as I'm heading straight to my Aunt's," he declared. 

Penelope's eyes widened. 

"I didn't endure three nights in these damn greenhouses, freezing my ass off, just to let you off with a mere goodnight peck," he said with disdain, looming over her once again, adding with a disarming casualness, "Besides," he put a finger under her chin forcing her to raised her head, "you have surprisingly soft lips and I'm dying to feel them wrapped tightly around my cock," he whispered brushing her earlobe with his breath.

Penelope gasped, realizing that he had no intention of letting her go. Her wand was too far out of reach, and he would have easily intercepted her had she tried to snatch it. But she couldn't let him have his way; in a desperate attempt, she raised her leg trying to kick him where he wanted her lips. Yet she barely reached his shin, and in her haste to rise, turn, and flee, she stumbled over his feet and fell to the ground.

Her knees and elbows hit the hard, cold stone floor with a painful groan.

"Where do you think you're going?" Garreth peered down at her through half-lidded gaze before waving his wand, murmuring, "Incarcerous." Soon, ropes began to emerge from thin air, swiftly encircling her wrists and ankles.

"Release me!" she demanded, feeling the rough hemp against her skin.

"You don't really have a choice," he said coolly. "But I'm inclined to assist you." 

He turned, reaching for something on the floor next to a bag of fertilizer, and when he stood again, he was holding a small vial. The liquid inside had a soft pink hue with something swirling within, barely discernible in the faint moonlight.

As he approached, Penelope froze. Was he planning to drug her? 

"There's a first time for everything. Don't be scared—I'm going to teach you. You might even enjoy it more than me," he teased, uncapping the vial with a playful wink. 

She watched him as he knelt beside her, her teeth clenched. "I won't drink that," she spat out in defiance.

"You don't have to," he replied in a low purr, "at least not all of it," he added, holding her face steady despite her attempts to break free. His grip was firm around her cheeks and her position too compromised for effective resistance. She felt something cold on her jaw, he was wearing a ring on his left thumb.

"Be a good boy and open your mouth, like before," he coaxed. Penelope maintained a defiant stare, eyes narrowing into his dark green gaze.

Unfazed, Garreth moved his hand up and pinched her nose shut. She held her breath as long as she could, trying to shake him away, but as her lungs started to burn, longing for air, her mouth involuntarily parted in a small gasp. Seizing the moment, he tipped the vial, letting a few drops land on her tongue.

She immediately tried to spit out whatever he had given her, but she could feel something coating her tongue, a slick film with the taste of rosemary and saffron. 

"It's useless; it's already taking effect," Garreth remarked calmly, securing the vial's cap.

"What the hell did you just give me?" her tone tinged with desperation.

"You'll see soon enough. Actually…" he furrowed his brow, appearing momentarily lost in thought, then concluded with a malicious smile, "…feel." 

"Fuck you!" she cursed, saliva dripping down her chin. He looked at her with amusement and, reaching down, he wiped her chin clean with his thumb. She noticed a red stone adorning the golden ring. 

"Don't tempt me with more ideas, little one," he said in a mockingly affectionate tone.

When he rose again, he paused, crossing his arms before leaning against the counter. "Here's the deal: you make me happy, and I let you go," he proposed. 

"As if I can trust you," she scoffed.

"Just to show you my good intentions, I'll free your wrists, but," he readied his wand, "let's make one thing clear," he murmured, and a silvery ray shot from the tip, forming what appeared to be his Patronus.

Penelope's eyes widened as she tried to discern the form of the animal, which shimmered faintly in the air, with its curly tail and its jerky eyes—a Chameleon. 

"One false move, and this little guy goes straight to the first Prefect," he warned, "you don't really want to displease me," his voice light but carrying a clear threat, as he got up again and moved forward.

Penelope followed him with bated breath, anxiously awaiting her release while feeling the oppressive weight of his presence. 

As he prepared his wand, she started to consider her limited options. Escape was clearly not feasible; at least she still had the safety of her anonymity since he didn't seem interested in her name. But what he was demanding was something she was not prepared to give. The mere thought repulsed her, and she wasn't even sure that after she had... she shuddered at the notion, finished with him, he wouldn't possibly demand more. 

Would he? 

Suddenly, she felt her wrists released, and steadying herself against the hard stone floor, she knelt, seeking some comfort by resting her knees on her cloak to make the uncomfortable position more tolerable. The sound of a faint clink quickened her pulse, but she kept her gaze fixed firmly on the floor.

As he started to unbuckle his belt, with his bulge still evident, her mind flew to the countless of times Sacharissa had complained about her boyfriend, how often he had left her unsatisfied after an orgasm that came too quickly for her taste. If she could bring him to climax, possibly not inside her, he would surely need time to recover, which would give her a break from any further unwanted advances.

Finding some reassurance in her renewed decision, she took a deep breath, raised her head, and steadied her gaze, ready to face her opponent and his repulsive demand.

But as soon as her eyes landed on the boy in front of her, her heart almost gave up, as he was  already half-naked, his trousers down his shins, his muscular thighs tensed, his white skin completely covered in nice, little freckles. 

The shape of his erected dick sculpted in the fabric of his pants, reaching almost his waist.

He knew he was attractive, she knew it too, and to her dismay, also her clit which started to gently pulse between her legs. The surge of heat that coursed though her body made her sweat, as she clenched her fists.

Soon, he lowered his underwear, looking at her with an expectant expression that mingled satisfaction and pleasure, savoring most likely what was coming. 

Penelope swallowed hard, trying to keep her composure fixing her eyes on his face instead of… the thick, throbbing shaft that sprung up from between his legs, hungry for her mouth.

"You can look, you know. I'm not shy. It's not like you've never seen one before," Garreth taunted, clearly aware of her discomfort. Maybe he was thinking she was jealous of his.

In truth, she had, in fact, never seen one, and she certainly wasn't prepared to see his, especially not on her birthday!

What a great present he was giving her…

His underwear slid on the ground and he casually stepped out of his clothing, seemingly unfazed by the greenhouse's chill. As he moved closer, she instinctively recoiled, turning her face away, her stomach twisting into a tight knot.

"Now, now, it's not the time to be difficult is it? Take it into your hand first, gently, as I'm sure you're used to," with the corner of her eyes, she could see the soft, mocking smile playing on his lips, his shimmering green eyes taking in her reluctance with amusement. She despised him for it.

Nevertheless, she complied. 

As the silver Patronus danced around her, she slowly raised her hand, he was so closed, she could feel its inviting warmth, "Look at it," he commanded, as the chameleon moved up, illuminating the scene from above.

Penelope took a sharp breath and with a sour look she raised her head, almost defying him.

Steadying her shaky fingers, she took it in her hand, it was warm and firm, hard enough for her to feel its punishing weight, but also soft with light bluish veins adorning his full length.

To her surprise, she found herself wondering if he had freckles even there.

"How endearing, you have small hands. Perfect for a thief, let's put them to good use," he joked, clearly satisfied with what he had forced her to do. 

He leant in, took her other hand and moved it to his hip, letting resting there under his long fingers, the ringed thumb pressed on hers.

"Now, I'm sure you know your way, so I'll leave it to you."

Penelope didn't know, she hadn't a clue, but she tried to recall the talks she had with her roommates. Not all of them were experts, but Hemera did had a boyfriend and for Helga's sacred cup, she loved to boast her abilities.

Maybe she cold put all her dirty recounting to good use.

She moved her hand up and down a couple of times, jerking his skin, clenching her fist, maybe a bit too much, in fact, soon he stopped her with an annoyed scoff.

"A bit sloppy aren't we?" his voice was low, tense, his Patronus quivered lightly as tuning in with his impatience, "Start gently, brush your thumb on the top, keep the skin on, insist on the tip in long, slow strokes."

She followed his orders, trying to keep her eyes on his stomach, on the red tuft of hair that adorned the base of his shaft, "Focus on your hand," he ordered once he realized she was not giving much attention to her work. 

She shifted her gaze, her fingers tightly coiled around him, stroking gently and rhythmically insisting on the top where she could see beads of pre-cum leaking out, glistening in the silvery light. 

"Better," he murmured, his tone soft, tinged with pleasure, "I think you are ready, now," and with a smirk he lower his other hand to guide her head toward it, in an inviting gesture.

Penelope shot her head up, her eyes wide, pleading almost, "Oh, no, don't give me that look, you're not escaping this," he murmured.

With a tilt of his head, the chameleon moved onto her shoulder, resting there. Its warm light served as a reminder of the consequences should she fail to comply.

"Moisten your lips and open your mouth." 

He was almost trembling in anticipation, wasn't he?

She bit her lip, trying to resist his hand pushing her neck, his long fingers mingling with her short hair. "Really, it's not a big deal. They say it even tastes good, and believe me, I know it does," he whispered softly, quirking an eyebrow.

Penelope took a deep breath, she could feel his scent stronger than ever, the more she advanced to his slick tip. 

It wasn't unpleasant, and as the constant pulsing of her clit reminded her, it was almost inviting.

Despite her mind trying to fight, her body was ready to give him whatever he wanted, most likely under the effect of that disgusting drug he had given her.

She slowly passed her tongue over her lips, almost teasing him with the sight of their glossy fullness.

"I might bite," she challenged him with a dark gaze, in a last desperate attempt to stop that torture. A wide smile parted his lips, "That would only add to the thrill," he chimed with a playful wink. She bit the inside of her cheek, defeated, and finally opened her mouth.

"Move the foreskin down and take it in, same as before, focus on the tip, swirl your tongue on it, nice and slow," he guided her as she pressed her thumb on the top, his sticky pre-cum wetting her skin. She swallowed, then she closed her eyes.

His hand forced the back of her neck again, almost impatiently, and he was finally in her mouth.

"Don't suck it, I don't like it, and put the other hand on my hip." 

She didn't want to, as she was scared of giving him so much power over her, but in the end she complied once again, her body moving on its own, trusting him.

Her cold fingers hesitantly gripped his hips, her thumbs tentatively resting over the pelvic bones that emerged beneath his white skin.

"Nice and slow," his voice now was hoarse and husky, and he started to immediately thrust himself in her in controlled sharp movements.

He was surely savoring the moment.

Penelope tasted the salty and musky scent of his pre-cum, coating her tongue, invading her senses, she swirled her tongue on the swollen tip, feeling more of it coming out. It did tasted strangely good, she was not sure, but he might have taken some sort of potions to change its flavor, or simply he was transuding Amortentia. 

For what she knew it could be both.

The light on her shoulder flickered, and she sensed the chameleon moving, most likely rolling from the pleasure, she kept her gaze on his stomach, forcing herself to ignore the deep warm feeling pooling between her thighs. Was she… dripping wet already?

"Good boy, relax your throat now, and move your tongue on its length, the wetter, the better," he whispered. He was clearly straining himself to speak, and Penelope could feel how much he was enjoying it, strangely the thought made her shivered in satisfaction, was she that good?

She felt the saliva wetting the corners of her mouth as she followed his orders, moving down, little by little, taking it all in, in slurping and shameless noises. When she felt it too deep, she stopped, hoping it was enough, and she retracted a bit, taking in a lungful of air.

It wasn't enough.

His hand grasped her hair and jerked her forward, making her glasses slipped on the bridge of her nose. She gaged around his imposing shaft, trying to pull out, digging her nails in his white skin, but he didn't care. It hit the back of her throat, then moved back, slowly, so she could feel his full length brushing on her tongue. 

She knew it wasn't right, she knew that was not supposed to happen, but still, her body trembled, sensing how big it was, how good it tasted, how… fulfilling it might feel in her pussy.

It was infuriating knowing how the idea of his cock in her mouth was getting her so aroused, she could barely think straight. And she was a virgin, she wasn't supposed to feel like this.

Again Garreth thrusted forward, disrupting her confused thoughts, he moaned as he felt how desperately she was trying to clenched her throat to avoid him hitting her deeper. He opened his eyes and looked down, "I said relax," he commanded forcing her to raise her head keeping a firm grip on her hair, tugging at it.

Penelope locked eyes with him through the lenses of her foggy glasses, and try to relax, she really tried, she didn't want to make it any worse, but… it was impossible, every time she managed, he pushed in her again thrusting with renew vigor, pumping back and forward, every time faster, relentless.

He was loosing his control, and his Patronus with him, as the little creature was pulsing intermittently, casting a kaleidoscope of light.

Tears streamed down Penelope's cheeks as she gasped for air, saliva rolling over her chin. Her hands quivered, leaving marks on his hips. Still, she was feeling warmer and warmer, her nipples hard under her jumper, her mind clouded with unexpressed desire.

He was using her, and she was liking it. 

The uncomfortable position, her knees on the hard ground, her ankles still tied in the rope, her head throbbing lightly form his grip every time he pull her towards his stomach, the view of his freckled muscular thighs, his firm balls swingling in front of her… she was indeed enjoying all of it.    

And it was wrong, it was scary and exciting at the same time.

She wanted more, she craved all of him.

If she had her hands free, she might have dared to touch herself, instead she closed her thighs, trying to release a bit of pressure from her throbbing clit with the slight friction she could provide.

"Almost there little one, keep it up, make your nice lips tighter," he had hardly finished his sentence when, in a flash of lucidity, Penelope tried to pull out once again. She didn't want him to come in her mouth, despite her body temperature rising at the thought of it, she didn't want.

It didn't work, of course.

He kept her firmly in place, until the very end.

Groaning and cussing under his breath Garreth bit his lip, and gripping the hand of the girl under his, he finally gave in, forcing her to look up into his dark green irises, the glow from the golden ring glinting ominously.

Despite his serious expression, he was really pleased.

Penelope felt the warmth of his release in her mouth, down her throat, spilling on her chin. All while the light of his Patronus pulsed and then grew brighter, enveloping both of them in its comforting glow.

It was done, she swallowed hard a lump of his cum, trying not to gag, it was finally over. Her heart was beating furiously in her chest, as if she had just finished a long run, and she tried to steady her shaking breath by slowly inhaling.

She heard him take a deep breath too, "Good job," he exhaled, as if a burden had been lifted, looking down at her. 

His hand released hers from his hip, his long, warm fingers no longer intertwined with her own, leaving her feeling almost alone.

"Now clean the mess you made, and put those soft lips to good work," he kept her in place, despite her attempts to free herself from his punishing grip on her neck.

She closed her eyes and did as requested, swirling her tongue on his pulsing tip, sucking gently and swallowing until everything was finally clean.

She took her hands off his hips, and when he finally freed her, she passed the back of her hand on her mouth, cleaning it from the spit and the cum. 

"I told you, you would like it," he joked stepping into his clothes as if nothing had happened, and removing the long lock of hair from his forehead, absentmindedly brushing it aside.

She felt the ropes binding her ankles dissolve and took her time to massage them, ensuring she could stand steadily once on her feet. At this point, she no longer cared about her belongings; her only desire was to grab her wand and flee.

Still, her body was in full arousal and when she made a move to stand up, even the bare trembling of her thighs, sent shivers of lust down her spine, a warm feeling crept on her cheeks and her breath grew heavier. That damn potion was taking a toll on her, but she had to escape first, then, in the comfort of her bed, she might give in to her pleasure.

Away from that red temping devil.

Quivering lightly, she put a hand on the stool behind her and rose, testing the stability of her feet. Then, keeping an eye on the boy in front of her, who was quietly buckling his belt again and basking in the glow of his Patronus, she took a step back until she reached the counter, fixing her glasses on her nose. 

Penelope placed her hand behind her, searching for her wand while simultaneously keeping watch on Garreth, not trusting him in the slightest and eager to escape the dreadful situation.

Unfortunately, her hand encountered only pots, dusty wooden planks, and her gloves. Fearing she might accidentally tip over her vial of pus and risk blistering her skin with the potent ingredient, she cautiously turned her head, only to see her wand at the far end of the table. 

Moving quietly, trying not to attract his attention, she then turned completely to grab it, carefully avoiding the Bubotuber pots. However, the moment she bent over the counter, Garreth seized the opportunity and covering the space between them, he pin her down.

She gasped in surprise as her wand flew out of reach once again.

"Fuck…" she moaned feeling his body pressed against her back, his broad chest on her.

"Well said, you read my mind little one," his voice was low, menacing and husky, "that's exactly what I want now," he whispered into her hear. 

"No!" she exclaimed, struggling to free herself, fighting to wriggle out of his grasp. "Please don't," she pleaded, feeling her wrists being tied once again. Now, the thought of being caught by the Prefects seemed almost appealing.

"Why? Are you a virgin?" his hands were all over her now, on her thighs, her legs, but mostly on her ass.

"That's none of your business," she blurted out feeling her wet fold clenching, her underwire were soaked and his big, warm hands groping her, were not helping in making her feel any better.

"I take it as a no, then," "What?" she whimpered in shock as he started to fumble with her trousers, pushing her cloak aside to slide them down, "Then is a yes," a soft, devilish laugh escape his throat as he started to caress her naked buttcheeks.

"You have a very nice and soft ass, so small yet so alluring," he said, almost surprised how it felt under his greedy fingers, he pinched her heated skin. A chuckle escaped him when a small whine left her throat.

He was clearly amused by her discomfort, and he was well aware that his potion was still having effect on her.

Eager to feel her ass wriggling and squirming against his still hungry dick, he slipped a finger in the crack between the buttcheeks, teasing her. 

"I have to be honest, I prefer pussies, but… I cannot refuse an invitation like this," he chimed, as he started grinding his hips against her, his erection now evident again, straining his trousers, almost reaching up from its constricted position.

Penelope widened her eyes, incredulity washed over her, what the hell?

He just… came, how in Merlin's name could he be this hard again in such a short time?

She felt his dick pressing on her exposed ass, his warmth canceling the cold feeling from the brisk air of the greenhouse. She saw his Patronus strolling on the counter, as if mocking her, a reminder of his threats.

"Please don't…" she couldn't take it anymore and the pressure of her own hips on the border of the table was sparkling her senses, as she could feel her clit tightening with every stroke. She desperately needed to release herself.

For a split second she contemplated the idea of telling him who she was, her mind played with the alluring feeling of his long and firm shaft inside her, filling her and pumping her virginity from between her legs. 

He did prefer female bodies after all and she might like it more than… whatever he had in mind.

But soon she realized she couldn't do it, first because he was a crazy maniac, and that was not how she envisioned her first time in her dreams, and secondly, she didn't want to risk it. She wasn't on any birth control as she wasn't dating anyone, and that shit would only hamper her abilities on the Quidditch field. 

She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of taking also her first time from her, even if her body was screaming for some attention and her pussy was burning, slick in her own juices. 

"You are a little thief and I'm going to steal from you," he murmured deepening his hand between her buttcheeks until he found her hole. He prodded at the entrance, "Nice and firm, as expected," he commented with a satisfied tone before retreating his hand.

"Now, I don't want to hurt you, you know. Well, not more than necessary at least," he joked as she felt his body stepping back, giving her some time to recompose herself. The cold air bit her skin now that he wasn't there anymore.

"Oh, what a coincidence!" Garreth exclamation piqued her curiosity. As she turned her head to check was he had found, he reached for something on the counter. 

"Daisyroot essence!" he declared with a gleam in his eye. "Perfect for the occasion. You came prepared, little one." 

She heard the sound of a vial uncapping. 

"Let me share a secret: this was my first ingredient for lubricants. The oil isn't too dense, provides nice friction, has a soothing effect, and... smells great."

Penelope stomach sank, he really wanted to take that path.

She strained against the ropes, but as she started to kick with her feet, he parted her legs, plunging his oily fingers in the crack of her ass, gently massaging the delicate skin between her buttcheeks. He brushed his fingertips against her quivering hole, circling the wrinkled skin around it, savoring the moment he would enter, claiming another part of her for himself.

When he cautiously slip a finger in her, Penelope gasped at the intrusion.

"Don't tell me you've never done it yourself," his laugh was low, "it's one of the best feelings if done well." 

He retracted a little bit, "But I'm not here to pleasure you," he concluded harshly pumping the finger in and out assessing how firm and tight it was.

Penelope closed her eyes, her body suddenly relaxing, savoring the enticing sensation of his touch. 

Of course she'd fingered herself, who didn't at their age? Just… not where he thought she would. 

She felt more oil dripping on her ass, and soon another finger slipped in her, stretching her entrance further.

She swallowed hard, it wasn't a bad feeling, not at all, she could sense her skin tingling a bit, the opening gaping around his long fingers, but there was another opening a little bit down there that was dying to be filled as well. 

She took a sharp breath, she was still half clothed, with her panties still in place as he had just slide them down a bit, and her wet lips were brushing against the cloth with each thrust, her clit clenching, she was going crazy as she wanted more friction on it. 

He continued for few seconds, preparing her, then she heard him unbuckling his belt again, and his trousers slid down. 

This time the feeling of his dick against her heated skin was something she longed, and not feared, as her mind completely gave up on her useless and helpless fight.

She sensed him stroking its tip hard on her, taking in the oil from the Daisyroot as he was lubing himself against her. 

"Almost ready, little one, just relax," he whispered, and as he parted her buttcheeks, he stretched her entrance starting to intrude himself in her.

Penelope widened her eyes, he would never enter, she was too small and tight for… that kind of tip. She bit her lips as he slowly made his way in, adding more lube with his fingers every time he retracted, so to make it easier with the next try.

She didn't have voice anymore to plead him, because her thoughts were all on another part of her needy body, that was quivering and gaping, and once he managed to enter just a little bit, she felt her pussy wall tighten as well giving her a shivering pleasure she didn't know it was possible from the other side.

Slowly, but steady Garreth made his way in her, his pulsing length filling her completely as the first wall of resistance was completely overcome. 

He heard him groaned in satisfaction, his hips pressed against her. As he brushed a lock of hair from his face, he started to move, retracting, first slowly, then faster, not giving her time to adjust with each thrust.

But Penelope's body didn't even feel the urge to adjust as she was trembling from another source of bliss and soon she realized she was moaning helplessly, her pleasure mixed with shame.

"Oh," he chimed in, fastening the pace, sensing her arousal, "lucky for us, I've muffled the building. I have a feeling someone might be screaming soon." 

Damn it! She was giving in! Despite her resistance to letting him see her enjoyment, her pride seemed to have vanished, and as she groan and arched her back, she felt indeed a shameless slut. And she was liking it.

"Focus, Pen, focus please!" she thought in a last desperate attempt.

Garreth on the other hand didn't care, he steadied himself pinning one hand on the counter and started to pump with more vigor, soft moans and harsh sounds escaping his mouth, grinding in faster, longer and merciless.

Penelope clenched her fists and gritted her teeth as another powerful thrust shattered the table beneath her, causing her hips to smash against it in what should have been a painful blow. But her body was betraying her once more, as the only thing she could feel were shivers of pleasure coursing through her.

The boy behind her moaned again, in what seemed like a low, coarse throaty sound as he sank deeper into her, keeping her in place with a hand on her lower back.

She closed her eyes, trying to focus once again, but her mind and her body felt completely disconnected, unable to cooperate in what should be a desperate situation.

As another thrust hit her harder, her body shuddered and her mind played with the sudden desire to move together with him. No, it was not working.

She opened her eyes again and as a faint ray of moonlight seeped through the dirty greenhouse windows above her, a shining glimpse caught her attention. This time, it was not his Patronus.

Curiosity piqued, she turned around, trying to command her body to follow her orders distracting herself from the overwhelming feeling of being so filled and stretched.

As soon her eyes lended on the dirty counter next to her, she widened her gaze. Fear washed over her.

It was the vial, that vial. Just empty.

Damn!

If few drops of that thing turned her body in that needy mess, how much could a full vial do?

And he had drank all of it!

She was trapped, trapped in that bloody greenhouse, forced to satisfy the pleasure of the Deputy Headmistress nephew for Merlin knew how long…

That's why he was always asking for more. He didn't need to rest, he didn't need anything to refill his lust.

She tried to shake him off, but she knew she was only making him more excited, plus, she could feel she was really close herself to reach her peak.

She didn't know how that potion worked, but the merely graze of the soft fabric of her panties against her sensitive clit, was making her losing her mind.

Combined with the brushing of her nipples against her shirt and the hard counter under her, she knew she could not resist any longer and soon she started to feel something coiling in her stomach, and small waves of pleasure starting to rise from deep within her pussy.

Fuck, she was coming. Hard.

She tried not to moan, but it was almost impossible, the waves coming and going faster, each time more powerful, than the last one. What the hell was in that vial?

She closed her eyes shut, as her orgasm mounted, relentless in its bliss, submerging her in its powerful tides. She didn't care anymore if that lunatic had taken advantage of her, she didn't mind, he was giving her something far beyond her grasp, something she had never experience before.

She felt her skin melting under Garreth's touch as he grabbed her ass, ready for another release as he was also coming again, his Patronus pulsing, its light filtering through her closed lids.

Her mind swayed as she bumped against the counter, her heart hammering against her chest, as her thighs were shivering furiously from his thrusts and her overwhelming orgasm. 

Completely at his mercy, she dived in.

She was tightening and clenching and pulsing, and moaning for what seemed like minutes on end. The sensations began to recede gradually, like the waves of the sea withdrawing after a tempest. 

He had been her tempest.

Had it been normal encounter, she might have thanked him, eagerly begging for more, but this was far from normal. And after the first stupor, she find herself livid with anger.

"How are you doing little one?" his voice was strained, out of breath again, she had to give him credit, he had a great stamina and powerful thighs. 

She felt his hand sliding down her ass, as he slowly pull out of her, his cum dripping on the floor and her heated and bruised skin. 

She didn't want to give him the satisfaction to know he had given her the time of her life, so she fell silent.

"I bet you're enjoying yourself down here," he jested and as his hand lowered, she tensed, closing her legs shut, she didn't want him to touch her, as he was seeking something that clearly wasn't there.

His fingers slid from her butt, infiltrating down again, then he stopped, he cussed under his breath and suddenly retreated.

"Fuck! I have to go."

Penelope opened her eyes, looking around in confusion. What was happening?

She sensed another source of light coming from a bigger hairy form, another Patronus?

"I haven't finished with you," Garreth murmured, his voice tensed while quickly recomposing himself, cleaning his shaft from the oil, the cum and her juices with a flick of his wand. 

"Just try, you'll never find me," she provoked him, her voice sour, but as soon as she had pronounced them, she felt him tapping her ass with his wand. 

"Ligato voluptatem,"

Something soft and cold grazed at her skin moving between her legs, like a silky lining, it enveloped her clit, entering in her pussy. 

Shortly after her wrists were freed, she quickly turned and leaning against the counter, covered herself with her cloak, hoping to conceal from him the fact that she wasn't a boy. Her thighs still quivering form the overwhelming orgasm.

She saw him moved around, collecting his things, a bag from the ground and some other vials, now that his Patronus was gone, the greenhouse was darker than ever, ominous even.

He paused midway through the building, turning to fix her with his intense emerald gaze, a stark contrast to the half-smile playing on his lips. 

"Oh, I don't need to find you; I only have to wait," he said, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

"What did you do?" she asked, her voice tense and high-pitched with fear. 

"I've cast a little hex on you," he explained shrugging lightly, as if nothing, "see, you'll never be able to pleasure yourself again," he continued coming closer, rising his gaze on her face. With a mischievous grin, he tilted his head, sensing her growing discomfort as his words sank in. 

The danger in his tone was evident, and Penelope felt like something cold washing over her, he wasn't joking.

"My touch is the only one your body will crave, slowly driving you insane day by day. It might not be tomorrow or even next week, but I'm certain you'll come to me, overwhelmed with longing and begging for a relief I'll be the only one to concede." he explained, his voice a confident low purr, full of devilish expectation.

"I've never heard of it," she mumbled, struggling to steady herself. She leaned against the counter for support, feeling her legs weaken for a very different reason this time. 

"It's not illegal if nobody knows about it. Just a little gift from my dear brother," he jested, brushing his messy curls away from all over his face.

He adjusted his bag over his shoulder, reaching inside to retrieve something. With a swift movement, he tossed a small bottle toward her. 

"Murtlap essence. You'll need it if you're planning on returning to your dorm tonight on your feet," he said scornfully. 

Casting a final, defiant glance her way, he navigated past another Flitterbloom plant near the greenhouse entrance and disappeared beyond the door, into the night.

Alone now, Penelope tried to gather her scattered thoughts. She quickly dressed, collected her tools, and retrieved her wand. Moving quietly, despite the discomfort in her lower back, she made her way towards the stairs leading to building number 4 and her secret passage. 

As she landed on the wooden floor of the Herbology corridor, her heart still raced, her mind grappling with the recent events. 

She just wanted to go back to her bed and forgot everything.

For the first time in four years she forgot to feed Vinny.

As she made way out of the corridor, she cast a look at the vial with the Murtlap essence still in her grasp, had he really hexed her? She was uncertain of her next steps, but one thing was clear: she wouldn't let this go. 

He would pay for what he had forced upon her that fateful night.

She wasn't down for the full Weasley treatment.

[roskirambles]

(Archive) Animated movie of the day: Atlantis The Lost Empire (2001)

Originally posted: January 7th, 2022 Ah, the Disney Renaissance. Their musicals absolutely dominated the 90's, but from Pocahontas(1995) to Tarzan(1999), their box office returns started to go down. So, the house of the mouse decided to try and shift gears, and took a gamble greenlighting some rather odball movies. None of them paid off, but this ended up giving us one of my childhood favorites and frankly an underrated film that, while flawed, still makes for a very interesting experiment.

Distancing itself from it's predecessors, this movie isn't a musical which presents a refreshing change of pace. Songs wouldn't fit in this film anyways, with it's darker tone, heavy action focus and even violent imagery. The body count is shockingly high for a Disney animated feature, and unlike a film like Mulan a lot of them happen on screen.

So, yeah, the film is more violent. And scarier too(Rourke's death is quite gruesome). It's also more visually interesting in some ways. With character designs from creator of the Hellboy comics Mike Mignola, the art direction has an edge to it that complements the action set pieces and adventurous narrative. The city of Atlantis, while decadent, is breathtaking.

What about the characters though? Well, they're really fun! While not having the most deep story arcs, all have a very strong charisma and bounce off each other humorously (my personal favorite is Vinny). Protagonist Milo may be the most plain of the bunch but he's still a likable dork. As out of focus as it is, his relationship with Kida is also charming, both of them understanding the importance of cultural exchange.

And that's the deal. This film is closer to Raider's of the Lost Ark than Beauty and the Beast. It's a death defying adventure with just enough plot and characterization to justify the action. There's still some compelling drama here, but the focus isn't the romance or the self discovery. It's the crazy, cool journey.

[castlebyersafterdark]

a few kinda not chill asks sent my way too a while back, about being disinterested or disappointed when fandom blogs get too personal and it just turned my stomach

Ok it might not be me, but ive definitely said this kind of thing to blogs before and i would like to come here now and explain myself and also apologise.

Firstly, context and tone being lost online. i understand it's easy to project and take things to heart that might not even have been about us! been there done that, all day long! but still, i'm sorry that i might have contributed to someone feeling bad because of that.

Secondly and more importantly, it probably was totally unnecessary for me to comment things like that in the first place. ive changed my habits so much in the past few months on this site, and feel so much better. it was wild in the midst of s4, then all the byler shit happening really made me act out in a way that i didnt care for at all. didnt even feel like me! i didnt do anything terrible, but i started to understand the slippery slope of how people end up catfishing and shit. it's the anonymity! you dont stop and think online. well, most don't. but i think you do, vinny. its one of the reasons i love your blog.

which leads me to point three. yes, you talk about personal stuff, but it's so charming and endearing, and never feels gratuitous or self-centred or wallowy. and so, even for someone like me who always wanted byler content more than personal stuff on other blogs, i had a realisation. not necessarily a kind or unkind one, but a truthful one: that being here is kind of like meeting people irl in many ways. some people you click with, others you don't. and that's ok. but in real life you can size people up and judge if you want to associate with them. no shade to those who don't compel you - its just part of being human and you walk away and don't befriend them.

but online is so weird - we can't see each other, don't know our ages or interests or anything except what we're told. so when people you perhaps thought were cool, suddenly turn their blog into something that starts to feel unsafe or just downright rubbish... or perhaps you realise theyre so very much younger than you and it's not exactly manageable to be chatting with them because you wouldn't have such a relationship irl... well, i guess its easy to feel tricked. and you can't see it coming like you might if you were physically associating with someone in person, or with mutual friends who give you perspective. i mean, i definitely shouldn't have interacted with so many younger people in this fandom so carelessly, but fandom can be unclear like that sometimes, when you're thrilling in a shared interest and forgetting how many different life experiences people are bringing to the same thing.

and yeah, i could probably have just walked away and not said anything. that's my bad. i was venting. (not about you, about others and you may have seen it and taken it to heart). so its a combo of internet enabling bad behaviour + the weirdness of invisible online connections, and my own lack of foresight.

but honestly vinny, never once have i felt annoyed by you. I've always loved your insights and personal life things... im drawn to the way you think and speak and it helps that you're self-aware, and seem honest and mature. in fact sometimes i feel a bit weirded out by just how much i love this blog. it feels like a real connection sometimes, even though its still invisible online. you have a real authorial voice, you are original and you are... well, you. what always annoyed me was when other byler blogs just became carbon copies of each other, complaining about the same shit (usually byler doubt) and then suddenly soapboxing about personal problems in a way that would have made me feel unsafe and stressed if i knew them irl.

not to say these bloggers were objectively bad, but just not my cup of tea. i didn't handle it well, i should have just scrolled on past. but i didnt and that was on me. not everyone can like everyone, and that's ok. that's normal. but i wouldnt want anyone to have that life lesson served to them in a bad-shaped box, and especially not by me.

so yeah. apologising in case i had a hand in making you feel that way by proxy. and i hope it can mean something that i don't ever think youre annoying. i genuinely love it here. i can't wait to stick it out with you until s5 drops! and i think i'll be more sad than i thought, because all our speculation and gossip will come to an end with the show.

Posting since you gave the go ahead 😌

This is just a silly fandom blog at the end of the day, but I do feel somewhat vulnerable at times. A lot. It can feel like sending a risky text over and over. I have this inability that once I allow myself to feel comfortable in a place, even an online setting, I do tend to get overly personal and insightful and vulnerable once the edge is tipped over. Slippery slope when you've been a person who's lifelong dealt with pretty severe anxiety and sensitivity, even while being pretty extroverted. Weird combo. I'm a mess! But it's ok.

Situations like this, me making an offhand comment, probably based on off hand comments not at all to do with me - stem from all that. And it's like oh god, mannn why are you like this!?! Chill out! And it's no one's fault - to anon sending this ask: based on how you're explaining and talking here, you may have been one I saw elsewhere that I took to heart but you definitely don't sound like those who sent unkind things over the summer. So it's ok 🥲🙏 We are all works in progress. I've gotten myself in to some situations online, mostly of mine own doing, but also not, and I guess as fun as I have on here and despite the rampant kindness - I'm always bracing for the worst. Because we've all seen what fandom can be like, what the internet can be like.

I feel you though, and anyone else who has their guards up. We can't help what does and does not resonate. I think I know what you mean by going to a space for one thing and then tonally it morphs into something different. I've seen that happen with blogs. And it's so hard because we're human, even if we want to be aloof and disconnected, there's always someone behind every post and page and blog and account (well, unless it's a bot haha), but we aren't going to click with most people and we aren't going to get to know most, either. And it's so much easier for everything to switch up like that online as opposed to knowing a person "in the real world." Without knowing the backstory, the reason. If there's any at all. And I think it's very human to feel some sort of way about these things. The person looking at the screen is just as real as the one one the other side, and there's this digital wall between all of us - connections can be beautiful here, but they can also be frustrating.

I'm really glad that even one person feels affected in a positive way by whatever it is I'm doing here, it really blows my mind when I read kind words. Not trying to sound facetious, it truly catches me off guard and it's always a pleasant reminder. I think that's why I get so anxious and nervous thinking anything I do here is upsetting or annoying or negative. Because I've been that negative presence online in the past and I don't want to be. It's actually kind of funny and sweet that you feel weirded out by liking it here so much, because I feel the same???? Breaking down the reality of being obsessed with a TV show is... kinda fucking weird??? But it's not gonna change for me. This is what I'm into and passionate about and it's sooooo damn cool that others are too and vibe in the way I'm vibing with it.

As always - thanks for hanging out. I'll be sticking around long after our speculation and gossip dies down, and I hope people still want to hang out even after it's over. I'll still keep posting and oversharing and being creative and yes, being annoying about a television show. ❤️

[etheriii]

EEEEEEE!!! So I was writing a lore post for my Offlands and Far Off babies and then tumblr died and it all got erased 🤪

Anyway! In the spirit of not going insane, I’m instead sending my D&D character first!

This is Vesper:

Or at least Vesper Sinclair is the name they go by most of the time. They don’t actually have a last name and their real first name is Vex, but they’re a changeling so they’ve gone by a lot of identities and their real name stays kind of close to the chest. Vesper is the name they use in the campaign with their party.

If you didn’t know, changelings are shapeshifters, and don’t often live with many other changelings (just like parents if they know them) but Vesper never met the parents! They grew up as an orphan and consequentially, being an orphan and a shapeshifter, they became, well, adept at getting away with stealing.

They essentially grew up as a tiny grifter and subsequently grew up into a charming charlatan! They met the team by scamming the hell out of the noble in the crew, Vinny, and Vinny ending up taking an affinity to them.

They are a sassy little shit, and a taaaad blasé with the law, but will slip an orphan some bread if they think the crew isn’t looking. Has probably attempted to (and succeeded to) turn a couple kids into criminal masterminds.

They’re genderfluid and will change pronouns to match the presentation of the face they’re wearing. They/them when not shapeshifted!

Also a bit of if a wine aunt was a con lady.

First of all, since I'm not too familiar with D&D, so thank you for the explanation on their species (?) :D

Now, they seem like such a cool character!!! I love characters that can shapeshift/change their appearance because 1- It's a very cool ability 2- There's usually that one quality about them that just,, makes them shine? (I'm not sure how to put it into words, but I mean to say they give off an alluring type of vibe)

I love the way you've made them!! Like their personality, backstory and appearance, it all come together well! Also their behavior with other members/characters/people, it all suits them!

Also out of curiosity, can they shapeshift into non-living objects or any other creatures? Or only into fellow humanoid buddies? And is there any criteria to be met or just anyone they see?

[leffee]

szmxkld,.ds..m, for the fourth time (yes, yes I am once again on lps rewatching marathon, it's my comfort show). On today's agenda: Bake it til' you make it episode, aka Sunil pretending to be a doctor to fool his parents episode

You guessed it, it's all about Vinnie as always, a lot to talk about today. So most importantly, I just love when Sunil's parents arrive, they do the whole talk, and then at the end Sunil's mom (love her btw) is like "My son, future film-maker". But like, Vinnie's the one who who made this movie, he was the director, as far as we know he assigned the roles, wrote the script, maybe more, but anyway he was the director. Sunil did not do it, he was the main actor, but not the maker. But Vinnie didn't say aything about it, he didn't try to be the "Well, actually 🤓☝" dude, he let Sunil have all the glory because he's a good boy.

And he was so willing, practically ready on the spot with a genuinely good plan to hop in and help Sunil and somehow coordinated others to join in too.

I also love the detail (?) of why Vinnie was the director, so not an actor in the movie. It might be obvious, but I only realized it now, of course he couldn't be in the movie, Sunil's parents knew him, and as far as it can be read from the context they previously didn't know the rest of the pets so they could be actors no problem. Vinnie on the other hand, could not.

Oh oh, and he watches some medical show! Random thing? Maybe, but it seemes more likely that at some point after he learned that Sunil's parents wanted him to be a doctor he took interest in watching such things. Cause I mean, Vinnie and medical shows? Sounds completely disconnected otherwise unless maybe you consider that he at least partly most likely watches it for the crisis and excitement.

One more thing, idk if everyone who wanted to already realized that, but this is the episode which inspired my "Vinnie is afraid of fake blood (but not real one)" headcanon, this is literally what he said in it, so the first part is not a headcanon because it's just straight up true for him.

All around, he was just really smart this episode and so helpful, I love him, I swear there were two types of writers of episodes with Vinnie, ones who made him the butt of the joke and absolute moron and then there were the ones who made him a helpful little fella who still had that Vinnie charm, without being an annoyingly stupid character.

[rory-multifandom-mess]

Camp Camp seems nice :]

I wouldn’t reccomend it to you. There’s at least like, 3 episodes where cult shit happens, and there’s a lot of really dark jokes. I don’t know if you saw me talking to Koko about it, but yeah LMAO.

But anyway, I kinda grew up with the show. I was introduced to it one summer by my sibling Vinny when season 2 came out, and I’ve been into it ever since. I love the show so much, especially the characters. Despite there being so many, the show still managed to touch on each of them at least just a little, to flesh them out and give the characters more depth.

That’s what I like so much about it, I think. The characters are so charming and relatable for the most part.