#marny

That's everyone!!! All the cousins in Katamari Damacy!! Yayyyy this was really fun to do

I’ve finished coloring them…after 100 years, they are very precious to me especially twinkle hes my bebi😔✌️

Written for Day 7 of Hogwarts' Kinktober - Felix Felicis Marcus/Ginny | Rating: E, Minors DNI | smut, rare pair | WC 495

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Even now he can’t believe that this moment is real. That she stretches out in front of him, the usually pale flesh flushed and naked and all his. And, for a moment, he imagines this is all a dream. He must be dreaming.

But no, he can still taste the potion’s lingering sweetness–viscous even with only a few drops. Warmth courses through him even now, surging down limbs and vibrating in extremities. Alive. He’ll have to thank Malfoy later, no amount of galleons being near enough to convey his gratitude for a fantasy come to life.

She’s looking up at him with wide eyes, the whites around the pupils fully visible. He might think her afraid if not for how easy this has all been. Just a few drops, a timely encounter, some well placed words, and now the firecracker that is Ginny Weasley in his bed, legs spread around his thick frame, her centre glistening with want.

“Please.”

“Say my name.”

She doesn’t like that, eyes sparking, jaw clenching. A toss of that brilliant mane of hers, a buck of her hips. He’s always liked her stubbornness, both on and off the pitch.

So he gives in, just the tip, sliding along her slit and mixing precome with her glossy heat. She moves to take more, but he backs up with a chuckle that flows out with a confidence he’s never felt before. Malfoy’s warning still remains in the back of his mind. He has a full bottle, but he can’t take too much. Overindulge. Felix Feliicis is flighty and willful, just like her.

“Say it.”

Ginny’s growl only makes him smile, and his hands tighten where they grip at her waist, keeping her firmly in place.

“Just fuck me already, Flint,” she snaps. Then she yelps, outrage in the sharp sound because of the slap to the firm curve of her arse. “What the–”

He’s never done this with any other witch, but compulsion leads him to fold forward, place that same hand, still burning, around her neck. He doesn’t squeeze, but he doesn’t have to. Her breath catches, then puffs across his lips.

“Marcus, pl–”

Their groans meld together as he slowly sinks, one maddening glide that doesn’t stop until he’s fully seated. 

“Fucking Salazar, woman.”

Her laugh brightens the space around them. “Now say my name, you tro–ah!”

A swift pull then thrust to remind her of who’s in control. “Ginevra.” 

“The name–uhh–”

Thrust.

“–is–mmm–”

Thrust.

“Gi–fuck!”

This time his thrust goes so deep, he swears he’s left a permanent stamp she’ll always feel, and the idea of that, “Marcus Flint” branding her from the inside-out, drives him mad. His hand is still around her throat, tightening now. She’s gasping, pretty brown eyes rolling back.“Ginevra,” he murmurs against her lips before stealing the breath from them, too. Three drops is all the time he has, and there’s no guarantee she’ll stay after his time runs out. Until then, she’s his.

Thanks to @knot-your-mothers-mods for organizing the event! Make sure to check out the AO3 collection for many more works.

What can I say? I'm on a Marcus Flint kick still :P

This is my first of the month. I don't have any clear plan for what prompts I'll choose to cover, but will jump in as inspiration strikes.