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oliver-quick-ens-my-pulse · 1 year

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I've been scrolling through your page and I'm obsessed! I love your headcannon posts. <3 Do you think you have any 18+ headcannons for Sebastian/Ominis/Garreth getting aroused at seeing MC walk down the stairs all dolled up for The Yule Ball? And their inappropriate thoughts about MC throughout the ball? Obviously Ominis would have to rely on touch or smell.

Headcannons for getting aroused when they see your Yule Ball outfit

Ominis Gaunt x f!reader; Sebastian Sallow x f!reader; Garreth Weasley x f!reader Ominis Gaunt x m!reader; Sebastian Sallow x m!reader; Garreth Weasley x m!reader

Warnings - 18+ suggestive thoughts and descriptions

A/N - Yay! I love to hear that anon. I hope you enjoy this one :)

Ominis x f!reader

as soon as he heard whispers and gasps from everyone else, he knew you were the one coming down the stairs

he turns towards you with a smug smile on his face since he knew you'd be by his side all night

when he walks up to you to take your arm and his fingers brush up against the soft satin or sultry lace that fell over your waste it takes a lot for him to keep his mouth closed

he loves those textures on you, he strongly associates them with times when you're panting and begging him to please yo

he would whisper to you about being naughty by choosing such a dress and struggling not to adjust his cock in his pants

when you whispered back telling him to wait until he found out what was beneath it his mind just went crazy and he hoped it was dark enough that nobody would notice how aroused he was

the whole night he would be fantasizing about what would greet him if he slipped his fingers beneath your gown

he thought about whether you would have on any stockings, strained by the belt that held them up at your waist

he thought about if he would be greeted with sticky thighs and your bare cunt or some more lace that hardly covered your private bits

he would spend the night staying close to you, although he's normally not one for pda, he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of you

it would be subtle and nothing daring, but a constant hand around your waist or shoulders bumping into one another

as you slow danced he would be in close proximity to you and telling you the filth that was in his mind

his erection pressed gently up against your hips as a reminder of what exactly it was you had to look forward to later

Sebastian x f!reader

he would have planned to go all out with a reaction to embarrass you like catcalling you and whistling when you showed up

but instead he's just speechless with his mouth hanging open

his eyes are glued to how your outfit fits you so perfectly

when you make your way down the stairs you walk up to him and place a finger on his chin to close his mouth for him

he seems to snap out of it and he winds his hands over your waist, giving you a sly smile

"this dress is going to look amazing on the floor tonight"

he definitely had a hard-on, but he tried his best to ignore it

you spend the night going back and force in attempts to tease each other

he tries to impress you when you dance together and when he removes his jacket and pushes his sleeves up his arms to try and relieve the heat he's feeling, you really start feeling your own

Sebastian is mentally undressing you all night and tries to take guesses at what you're wearing underneath your dress

he feels like he's on fire anytime you touch him

he's really married to the idea of bunching your skirts up and fucking you with your dress still on

Garreth x f!reader

super flustered when he sees you

he's quick to scoop you up and takes a moment to twirl you around just to look at you

the look of lust in his eyes isn't one that's easy to miss

he lets you lead the night, if you want to dance that's where he'll be

if you want a drink, he's off to get it

he's shockingly quiet during the socializing because he just keeps eyeing a different part of you

every time you shift he's looking for a new sliver of exposed skin or a strain in the fabric that shows him the outline of your body underneath

he's definitely trying and failing to hide the tent in his pants all night

but you insist he loosens up and relaxes, promising you'll take care of him later

which just makes his thoughts stray even more

he imagines the indents of the bodice in your soft skin and kissing ever one

he's thinking about undressing you as slow as possible to appreciate how much effort you put in to the ensemble

Ominis x m!reader

he would hear Sebastian comment sadly about he liked your dress robes much more than his own

Ominis would smile as you descended the steps and took his hand

you would let him know you selected colors just to correspond with his, per Sebastian's sleuthing, and Ominis would heat up on the spot

he would comment about wishing he could appreciate it better

in response you would turn to face him and guide his hands up to your shoulders, dragging them down your silky coat lapels and over the ruffles of your shirt

stopping his hands at your hips to avoid being indecent, but you would notice how his lips part

"Merlin, you're going to be the death of me"

he loved peeling silky and soft clothing from you, it felt much more intimate than something rough like cotton

because he knew it had been carefully selected for him

he would stick close to you and frequently behind you, with hands wrapped around your waist so you could feel his arousal firmly against your backside

when you would be having a conversation with others he would lean to your ear and whisper things to make you go feral

about how badly he wanted to trace his fingers over your stomach and down to your cock

how he wondered if you sat down with your robes just right, he would be able to palm you through your trousers without anyone noticing

Sebastian x m!reader

he would be waiting for you, looking cocky with his arms crossed

he would be doing his best to contain how much he wanted to chase you back up the stairs to take your clothes back off

he would walk up to you and give you a lingering kiss that was practically begging you to run off somewhere else with him

he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of you

when you danced his hands would be at your hips or shoulders

when you had a seat he would be tracing dangerous circles on your thigh

his own legs would be spread open in a teasing invitation where you could see that he was aroused

he would be thinking about how good you feel pressed up against him

he loves to fight with you to try and be the more dominant one during lewd things but he loves it when you eventually just put him in his place

he's just spending the night thinking about how good your going to feel inside him

Garreth x m!reader

completely speechless when you come down the stairs

when you're at the bottom he scrambles forward to retrieve you so you weren't just standing there

he's a mess as he takes in your dress attire and loves seeing you in something more fitted

you can't hold back from teasing him, asking if he likes what he sees

in response he angles himself towards you in a way where he shamelessly grounds his erection against you

he ends up being more quiet than usual, but he's very giggly

he's basically giving you bedroom eyes every time you look at him

he's taking in your form and thinking about all the sweet spots that lie underneath

he's thinking about all the places he knows you love being kissed and suckled on

even though it wouldn't put out his own fire at all he's thinking about how amazing you would look in your outfit, standing above him and forcing his head onto your cock

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biggestxsimps · 1 year

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Ominis gaunt x reader please.

Gorgeous Boy

Ominis Gaunt x Male Reader

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy the fic. Any and all feedback is appreciated.

It was a warm evening in the Slytherin common room. You were currently sitting on one of the couches with Ominis laying his head against your lap, the sound of the fireplace crackling and Ominis' relaxed breaths being the only things you could hear.

Ominis hums as you run your hands through his blonde locks, lightly scratching his scalp. His pale blue eyes closed as he relished the feeling. You couldn't help but stare at the gorgeous boy under your gaze, the lighting really bringing out his beauty. Your free hand made its way to his own, bringing and holding it at his chest, gently rubbing his palm with your thumb. "You're so handsome, darling." The hand in his hair moved down to his face to move the lingering strands of hair out of the way, before quickly placing a kiss on his forehead. You quickly lean back up, lightly chuckling as his lips curve upwards and cheeks start burning up.

You closed your eyes, moving your head back onto the couch as you continued playing with the soft hair lying underneath you. You felt the blonde boy shuffle against your lap, looking down, you see his face snuggle into your thigh. The hand that was previously holding his hand moved to rest on his back, slowly rubbing it up and down, you hear Ominis sigh. Continuing the motion for a few minutes, you start to hear light snores. Smiling, you look down, Ominis had fallen asleep in your lap. You hummed in content before whispering a goodnight to the unconscious boy.

A/N: Apologies if Ominis is a bit ooc or if the fic just doesn’t make sense. It’s my first time writing for him and I haven’t really figured out what he’s like. I’ll do a little research on his personality the next time I write for him.

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bloofinntoona · 1 year

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Sebastian heard rumors about a powerful artefact hidden in the depths of the Black Lake. Since Sebastian couldn't really swim (even though he wouldn't admit it) and Ominis was out of the question, MC volunteered to jump in and find it.

"SEBASTIAN, HE'S PASSING OUT!!!"

"It's alright, Ominis died a happy man."

".....?!"

A/N: I thought it's so funny how the HL male mc build is so jacked compared to the other students LMAOOOO. I always HC that male mc is so oblivious how good looking he is.

#sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow x m!reader x ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy fanart #hogwarts legacy #hl

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anto-pops · 1 year

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Mallowsweet Muses PART 3 - Sebastian Sallow/Ominis Gaunt/Female! Reader

Summary: Sebastian had been right all along... three heads really were better than two.

The OT3 sexcapades have arrived and now I’m gonna go crawl in a hole

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, explicit sexual content, F/M/M, polyamory, rough sex, gratuitous smut

Full fic can be found here on Ao3 ! Part 1 and Part 2 are linked here for anyone interested on Tumblr.

This wasn’t the first time you’d woken up with morning wood grinding lazily between your ass cheeks. Hell, with Sebastian around, it was pretty much a given. He was a snuggler through and through, intentionally stealing your warmth throughout the night like a leech, and when that was paired with his usual half-asleep, horny tendencies, well… like you said. Powerful morning wood.

It was, however, the first time you’d woken up sandwiched between two men. After Ominis and Sebastian had made good on their promise to ‘return the favor’ yesterday, the three of you had been too tired to bother trekking through the castle to return to your respective rooms. The large, spacious bed that Sebastian had conjured for your escapades served its purpose well, and all of you had opted to remain in the sanctity of the Undercroft in favor of returning to the dorms.

So waking up warm and cozy and stuffed between two dudes, one of whom was exactly one-third awake in the brain and two-thirds awake in his cock, was relatively new territory.

You shifted over in place between the two Slytherins, stretching your arms high above your head with a strained groan before you felt Sebastian’s arms snake around your waist, tugging you firmly against his bare chest. “Mm, good morning,” you muttered softly, doing your best to keep your voice low so as not to rouse the blond man inches away.

“Morning,” he murmured against the nape of your neck, and his breath tickled against your warm skin. He curled around you impossibly further, kicking one of his knees up to drape over your legs, and through hooded eyes you watched as Ominis stirred beside you, rolling over to face you and Sebastian.

The taller man cracked his eyes open, gracing you with the sight of his gorgeous, milky-blue irises as he blinked the sleep from his mind, and when his pale arm slithered out from under the covers to feel around for your hand, you met him halfway and intertwined your fingers with his own. “Good morning indeed,” he mused, his lyrical voice raspy with sleep.

You pulled gently on his arm, silently urging him to come closer, and he obliged you easily, sidling up directly against your front so that he could idly slip his arm over your waist. He followed the feeling of Sebastian’s arm when he felt him already holding you, trailing his heated palms down to the brunet’s slowly rocking hips. The drawn out gesture effectively trapped you in the middle of the man sandwich, and you were caged between the two radiating furnaces, nice and warm. The whole affair was akin to being stuck betwixt a rock and a hard place, but you weren’t about to start complaining.

Waking up with Sebastian at your back and Ominis pressed into your chest felt right. Ominis’ own knee hitched over yours and Sebastian’s tangled legs, and the way his wiry body conformed to the two of you was tantamount to perfection. All of it. All three of you.

You’d known yesterday when you and Sebastian invited Ominis into your duo that it was far more than ‘just a mere sex thing’. Ever since the events of your fifth-year, the three of you had overcome your struggles and found yourselves closer than ever. The comfort you felt amongst the longtime friends had made it even easier to fall in love with their contrasting personalities; Sebastian’s sharp, fiery nature worked brilliantly alongside Ominis’ softer, cooler demeanor.

You were beginning to realize you had a growing need for both, if you were being honest, and ‘just a sex thing’ couldn’t even begin to cover the affectionate warmth in your chest when Ominis hummed thoughtfully at your hands sliding up his smooth, alabaster chest.

“Anything planned for today?” Sebastian questioned from behind you, the lingering remnants of sleep drifting from his brain at the sight of your palms skirting up Ominis’ slender torso, and he buried his chin in the crook of your neck so he could participate in the languid touching. His freckled hands slipped up Ominis’ arm and across his bony shoulder to play with his shaggy, sleep-mussed hair, while the other tightened around your waist to press you solidly against his growing erection.

“No plans,” you whispered, dragging Ominis closer with your legs as you reached back to thread your fingers through Sebastian’s knotted bedhead, making your intentions to both men abundantly clear.

“No plans,” Ominis echoed, letting his eyes slide shut to dip his head down into the hollow of your collarbone, sucking at a fresh mark leftover from last night without even knowing it. Whether it was from him or Sebastian, you didn’t know. It was bracketed by light imprints of teeth, though, so it was likely the latter. You shivered at the attention, rolling your hips forward against Ominis’ and back into Sebastian’s.

Sebastian let his lips wander over the exposed, tantalizing stretch of your neck, brushing light kisses down the bruised expanse of skin. He and Ominis had certainly done their best to leave evidence behind in the midst of running you ragged the night prior. The two of them reverently got to work dotting your body with kisses and featherlight touches, and you sighed contentedly. Ominis’ head steadily rose higher until he felt Sebastian’s breath ghosting against your neck and his cheek, and when those eyes swirling with moonlight slid open, your freckled lover was pulling him by his hair against his lips with a throaty groan. Wiggling against them both, you swallowed thickly at the seductive sound of both men shamelessly making out right next to your ear.

Ominis must have heard you gulp if his breathy chuckle was any indication, and he pulled away from Sebastian with a soft nip at his lower lip before moving to kiss you too, tangling his tongue with yours lazily in time to his rocking hips. Grateful for the attention, your hand delved beneath the sheets to grip Ominis’ member, pleased to discover that he was standing at attention much like Sebastian, and he moaned into your mouth at the testing pump you bestowed upon him.

Sebastian was practically vibrating with need as he ground his cock against your backside more firmly, spurred on by the barely there sound of you sighing and Ominis’ groans of blatant pleasure. Reaching down to your lower half, Sebastian’s fingers slipped through your folds gently, pulling a startled gasp from your lips that Ominis swallowed fervently, and then he was easing a crooked digit inside of you, already craving the tight heat around himself.

Ominis had gotten his turn for most of the night, aside from Sebastian fucking your open mouth until you’d been brainless and desperate– which was more than fine, mind– but he knew what he wanted right now, and he willed you to relax into his slow, steady thrusts. Sebastian twisted his finger inside of you, listening carefully to the hitch of your quickening breaths as you rode back into his easy rhythm.

“Hm, eager much?” Sebastian teased quietly, breathing a laugh against your flushed shoulder. All you could do was moan in response, pulling Ominis against you harder for a messy kiss as you jerked him off under the covers, and he groaned when your fist tightened around the head of his cock and twisted.

“Fuck–” he pulled away from your lips to grit through his clenched teeth. “D-Don’t do that.”

You couldn’t help it; you grinned wickedly at his reaction. “Why? Are you too sensitive first thing in the morning?”

Ominis swore softly when you punctuated the question with another dizzying squeeze around his tip, and his hand flew away from your waist to grip your wrist in a bid to get you to stop. “Yes,” he hissed, “and rather quick to finish after waking up, so forgive me if I’m trying to protect my ego here.”

Sebastian laughed over your shoulder, tentatively slipping a second finger inside your welcoming heat and curling it up in a teasing motion that had you trembling in his arms. “She’s a demanding little thing isn’t she? What, he didn’t do enough for you last night? That’s not what it looked like from where I was sitting, darling.”

You flushed brilliantly at the memory of Ominis’ overwhelmingly large cock breaching your walls for the first time, recalling the cries of delight that had spilled from your spit-slick lips before Sebastian had silenced you with his own neglected member to fuck your throat in earnest. The man in question felt you contract around his fingers, betraying your train of thought instantly, and he chuckled darkly into the crook of your neck.

“Please,” you choked out, sounding breathless and needy as Sebastian pumped his fingers in deeper, pressing the heel of his palm against your clit for extra measure. Ominis groaned at the sounds tumbling from your lips, every stuttered gasp pushing him closer to the brink of ‘fuck it’, especially with how your fist tightened a fraction around his cock from Sebastian’s ministrations.

“You’re going to have to give her something, Ominis,” Sebastian chidded his friend, arousal coating his every word. You shivered when his fingers slid out of you completely, whimpering as he adjusted the arm he had curled under you so that you were snug against his chest when he lined up the head of his cock with your slick entrance. “She’s asking so nicely,” he whispered the praise directly against the shell of your ear, and then he was pressing into you, slowly and tenderly.

You arched and moaned as Sebastian slid into you, filling you up far more than you’d anticipated, but you weren’t protesting in the slightest. Not when Sebastian grabbed your thigh to spread your legs open further, and definitely not when his cock grazed past your still-sensitive sweet spot, leaving you to pant loudly in Ominis’ direction.

Sebastian watched with rapt interest as Ominis audibly processed everything happening beside him, and the blond moved to sit up with his knees tucked under him. All the while, your hand stayed glued to his shaft; in part because you desperately wanted to taste him and also because he had yet to release his vice grip on your wrist. A small smirk curled over Ominis’ lips then as he instructed his friend, “Thrust a little.”

Sebastian quirked a brow and smiled, hitching your leg up higher and nuzzling behind your ear before giving you a few slow, firm thrusts. You melted against his chest, a keening sound ripping from your throat, and your hand around Ominis’ cock flew down to grip at his knee weakly. Ominis’ hand replaced yours, stroking himself a couple times under the guise of ‘planning’, before he was scooting up closer to the head of the bed.

“Do you think you can handle us both again, love?” Ominis purred, patting at the empty space between his legs in a silent command. Sebastian seemed to understand immediately what Ominis meant, and he rolled you over so you were flat on your stomach between the taller man’s long legs. He stayed sheathed in your all-encompassing heat as he sat up on his knees, gripping your hips to raise your ass invitingly before him, and you wriggled yourself onto your elbows so you could inch your way closer to Ominis’ achingly hard cock. You hastily took him in your hands once again, relishing in the soft hiss it pulled from the blond’s lips before he grit out, “I’ll take that as a yes, then.”

Sebastian pulled back before giving you a testing thrust, jolting you so that your face careened straight into Ominis’ thigh. Your breath caught in your throat, the sensation of Sebastian pushing into the deepest parts of you tantamount to perfection, and then you felt Ominis’ slender fingers gather a handful of hair at the nape of your neck to pull your face directly up to his cock.

Ominis swore softly when you angled the tip of his shaft down to press invitingly against your lips, immediately setting to work peppering soft kisses and featherlight strokes against him. You heard him groan, the sound guttural and tempting, and Sebastian’s own fingers dug into your waist at the spark of lust that shot through him at the sight.

From behind, he got a glorious view of your arched spine, and he was able to watch himself slide in and out of you greedily, his cock already glistening with your alluring slick. Ominis was one hell of a sight too; his head was tipped back against the headboard, blond locs falling into his flushed face, and those stunning eyes pinched shut with obvious desire when your warm mouth finally enveloped the head of his generous length, laving your tongue over the tip to taste the salty pre-cum beading there.

“Fuck,” Ominis cursed, his hold on the back of your head tightening just barely. “Merlin– that’s good–”

You sealed your lips around him firmly and sucked, curving your tongue through the slit in some vain attempt to coerce Ominis into giving you more. He groaned and obliged you, arching his hips forward at the same time he tugged you further onto his shaft by your hair, and his stomach tensed as he felt you open wider to take everything you were given, no problem.

Sebastian had been content watching the entire exchange, his hands squeezing gently at your ass in encouragement, but the tight heat wrapped around his cock was beginning to get to him. Hunching forward, the brunet ran the tips of his fingers fleetingly over your jaw in silent praise before sitting back on his heels again, his hands returning to your hips to hold you steady as he pulled out nearly all the way. His eyes darkened as he watched you stretch around him, eagerly rolling his hips back into your incredible cunt, and the sound you made around Ominis’ cock lit a fire in his blood.

Your muffled cries around Ominis’ massive length seemingly motivated all three of you, and Ominis found it in himself to dig his heels into the mattress before he pulled back to start gently fucking your mouth. Sebastian leaned over you and set an even rhythm, following your pleading little whimpers until he was pounding evenly into you, holding you by your waist with bruising strength that made your head spin. All the while, you continued to do the best you could around Ominis’ slowly-thrusting cock, hollowing your cheeks and working your tongue over him in a bid to pull him in deeper.

Ominis swallowed hesitantly, knowing damn well that the size of him was more than enough to gag you. But then he felt your arms around his waist tighten, and your nails dug favorably into the skin of his back to silently convey that under no uncertain terms did you want him to hold back.

With a trembling breath, Ominis readjusted his hold on your hair and thrusted his hips deeper, hitting the back of your throat with a growl, and the way you clenched around Sebastian’s thick cock all but confirmed how much you fucking loved it.

Sebastian grinned diabolically down at Ominis and licked his lips, whispering to catch the blond’s attention. Ominis leaned forward with an eager moan and let Sebastian guide their lips together, kissing him desperately while he fucked your throat. He moaned louder when he felt you gag slightly, and he started to pull back so you could take a breath, but your hand shot up to catch his hip, holding him in place while you swallowed around him, then choked on his girth.

“Fucking hell,” Ominis gasped, his thighs spasming on either side of you while his grip in your hair teetered on the brink of painful. He pulled back when you saw fit to let him, sliding out of your mouth slick with saliva and pre-cum. You pulled in a few frantic breaths, licking away the wet strands still stretched between your lips and Ominis’ cock, before you dove right back in and bobbed your head perfectly over his aching arousal. “Holy shit–” Ominis stammered, his head tipping back with an audible thunk against the wood frame.

“Showing off, darling?” Sebastian asked, panting slightly as he rammed harder into your phenomenally soaked heat, lifting one of his hands to slap your ass playfully once– then twice– and the sound echoed throughout the humid room around you. Moaning from the sting, the vibrations in your throat reverberated straight through Ominis, causing him to buck harder into your mouth as you began flicking your tongue over the sensitive spot just under the head.

“I’m not going to last like this– fuck–” Ominis mumbled an incoherent string of curses when a particularly forceful thrust from Sebastian pushed your nose into the sparse collection of hair under his navel, and your garbled cries were like music to both men’s ears before you pulled off with a shuddering gasp.

You spluttered through your swollen lips, “F-Fuck, Sebastian, right there right there–”

Sebastian groaned in response, giving you another quick slap before railing into you harder, driving his cock straight past your sweet spot in sharp, fast thrusts that left you boneless in Ominis’ lap. Your hands fisted in the sheets on either side of Ominis, tugging fitfully as you wailed out desperately for more.

Ominis sat back to listen intently again, completely entranced by how easily Sebastian was rutting into you, his brutal tempo never faltering as you writhed in earnest under him. With the way you sounded– so needy and shaky and overcome with euphoria– Ominis couldn’t decide if he wanted to fuck your mouth or kiss you again. He settled for jerking himself off quickly, listening as you buried your cries into the hollow of his bent leg, twisting and trembling with every rough pass of Sebastian’s cock.

Ominis managed to hold out just long enough, until your high pitched, incessant begging grew louder and louder, slurring out promises of “Close, close, I’m close–” just before you threw your head back to scream Sebastian’s name. The two men felt as every muscle in your body tensed under the relentless pounding, and you tightened impossibly further around Sebastian’s cock at the same time your legs began to quake violently beneath you.

Sebastian keened breathlessly at the feeling, pumping deeper into your pulsing heat until you were a moaning, shaky mess in his arms and you were finally coming around him. You sobbed as you fell apart at the seams, Sebastian’s hips continuing to piston into you as he fucked you through your climax, and he leaned forward to tug Ominis off the headboard, burying his sweaty forehead in the crook of the blond’s shoulder. Sebastian sank his teeth into the sensitive skin of Ominis’ neck, frantically sucking and biting to muffle his own needy sounds against the pale, marred flesh. Ominis could only gasp, the stinging pleasure working in tandem with the painfully hard strokes he bestowed upon himself, and when he felt your head shift off of his lap to mouth brainlessly at his sac, that cord in his stomach was wrought tight as a wire.

“Shit,” was all Ominis said in warning before his cock twitched tellingly against your cheek. Half-coherent, you found the strength to push yourself up so you could take all of him in your mouth, swallowing around him again and bobbing your head eagerly while one hand slid away from his hip to cradle his balls. “Gods– fuck, I’m close,” he gasped against Sebastian’s temple.

Sebastian’s voice was raspy as he murmured against the wet, bruising skin, “You going to come for her? Seems like she’s eager to swallow for you, right? Come on, Ominis, come for us both, I want to hear you.”

Something about the affection in Sebastian’s gravelly voice, encouraging and yet still so damn filthy, sent Ominis reeling over the edge, gasping and clawing at both of you. His sharp, choked moans filled the Undercroft, his fingers fisting back in your hair as he came right down your throat, unable to keep himself from holding you firm on his cock until he was milked completely dry.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as Sebastian ruthlessly chased his own pleasure, ramming his cock into you with a mind-numbing pace that had your eyes rolling back in your head. When he finally came with a hoarse shout of your name, he buried himself to the hilt to grind his balls against the reddening skin of your ass, pulling away from Ominis to squeeze generously at the welting handprints that he had left behind. Your moan was stifled around the softening cock still in your mouth, the feeling of being filled from both ends leaving you blissfully high and numb to anything else.

After a few moments of labored breathing, you allowed Ominis to slide out of your mouth and licked your lips contentedly, having already swallowed everything he’d given you. Your pleased sigh filtered up to Ominis as you let your head collapse against his thigh, and his fingers were instantly smoothing out the unruly mess he had created atop your head in the throes of passion. Your eyes fluttered shut, finding it all too easy to get lost in the feeling of him playing with your hair.

On your other end, Sebastian took his sweet time pulling out– languidly withdrawing his cock to the very tip before pressing in again– effectively shoving his load deeper inside of you, and you groaned at the overstimulation.

“Merlin,” Sebastian groused as he finally removed himself from within your spasming walls, and you whimpered at the jarring sensation. Those broad, strong hands gingerly lowered you down to the mattress, limp as the day you were born, but you found the willpower to roll towards Ominis and shamelessly curl around his outstretched leg.

Ominis’ hand came to rest against your back, rubbing soothing circles there as Sebastian crawled his way up to you. He nuzzled into the nape of your neck, laughing softly under his breath as he propped himself up sideways on his elbow, and you craned your head back to fix him with a questioning look. “What are you laughing at?”

The tips of Sebastian’s fingers ghosted down the seductive curve of your waist, then trailed up the supple rise of your hip to press lightly against the finger shaped bruises that now decorated your side. “Nothing, just a random, stupid thought.”

Humming in amusement, you let one of your hands wander behind you to affectionately caress the sharp outline of Sebastian’s hip bones. “Care to share with the class?”

Ominis could hear the grin in his voice when he asked, “What’s that Italian dessert called? The one with the cream in the middle?”

Your brows slammed down in confusion at the same time Ominis’ head swiveled in the direction of Sebastian’s voice. The blond retorted before you could, “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Come on, help me out here. She wanted to know, and this applies to the thought.”

Ominis huffed in exasperation, so you elected to entertain the freckled man, your body still too peacefully satisfied to let the random line of questioning shift your mood. “Tiramisu?”

Sebastian considered your suggestion, then shook his head, “No, not that one– the long pastry kind that’s folded over on itself.”

There was another brief pause before you offered, “A cannoli?”

“Yes, that’s the one! I thought that you were like a cannoli just now– getting stuffed from both ends. That’s what made me laugh.”

Ominis’ snort of horribly contained laughter had your face burning up in his lap, but even you couldn’t keep your giggles muffled for long. Sebastian shook his head, as though bewildered by his own stupid joke and lack of decorum, but that didn’t stop him from throwing himself down against the pillows, tangling his legs with your own before tugging at Ominis’ bony shoulder.

“That was quite possibly the dumbest thing you’ve said to date,” Ominis muttered as he let Sebastian pull him into your pile of limbs. You lifted your head to allow him the space to settle against the pillows, and once he had, Ominis was looping his arm under your neck to tug your head to his chest.

“I hardly think that joke wins first place,” Sebastian mused from behind you. “But now I am craving sweets. Anyone up for a trip to Hogsmeade?”

Groaning your protests against Ominis’ sternum, you rocked your head side to side, further disheveling the hair stuck to your damp forehead. “I think I’d rather go back to sleep. Maybe take a bath after– I haven’t decided yet. I can’t fathom leaving the room right now, though.”

Sebastian chuckled, leaning forward to tenderly press his lips to the smooth curve of your shoulder, and then he was peppering kisses up the bruised expanse of your neck until he reached your jaw. He playfully nipped at your thundering pulse while his hand sought out Ominis’, and as their fingers twined together, the brunet sighed heartily. “Sleep, then a bath, then Hogsmeade?”

“Works for me,” Ominis agreed quickly, already nestling himself deeper into the covers. The three of you shifted around easily, readjusting yourselves back into the loose, sweaty snuggle-pile that you’d woken up in, and it didn’t take long for sleep to creep over you once more. It was deeply satisfying to be sandwiched between the two Slytherin’s again, filling your heart with such fulfillment that you knew your thoughts from earlier had been strikingly correct.

Ominis was way more to you and Sebastian than ‘just a sex thing’. Later when your trio found itself locked in the Prefect bathroom– sneakily hoarding the spacious tub for yourselves– you and Sebastian shared a knowing look, happily finding yourselves on the same page. Because really, why the fuck not?

Covered in bubbles and love-bites alike, you and Sebastian then offered Ominis a different sort of invitation, and to your immense satisfaction, he accepted wholeheartedly.

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Tried and True - O. Gaunt

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x M!MC

Word Count: 4,460

Rating: T

Summary: Days after the events in the Scriptorium, Ominis can tell something is up with the new fifth year.

A/N: Back from my one shot drought! @darch7995 sent me a prompt for Ominis x M!MC, listen to the audio here. Inspired by the Boygenius song True Blue. This is also my first stab at writing a male mc!

“I don’t want to learn the curse, but I can handle the pain. Cast the cruciatus curse on me.”

Ominis shut his eyes tightly, hands balling up into fists as he listened to Sebastian and their new friend pace in front of the blasted entryway. He felt the bile rising in his throat as he thought about their situation–stuck in a hallway, with only the worst torture known to wizardkind as the solution. Either Ominis would have to defy everything he ever believed in, his own personal principles to cast the cruciatus curse on one of his friends, or become a pile of bones on the floor like his Aunt Noctua.

Ominis dry heaved at the thought of his sweet, loving aunt’s body nearby. He’d doubled over, gasping with his hands on his knees as he listened to the boys formulate their plan. He wanted to scream when their new friend offered to take the cruciatus curse, to claw at Sebastian for even suggesting it.

“I shan’t forget this,” Sebastian said, his voice a touch too relieved to not have to take the brunt of the pain.

Ominis kept his eyes shut, trying to think of happier things as he heard Sebastian cry out the curse. It sounded like their new friend had been struck by electricity, his grunts and groans frazzled and choked. Ominis raised his wand; he could sense him on the floor, lurched forward in pain on his knees while Sebastian ran through the now clear doorway like an excitable crup puppy.

“Are you alright?” Ominis squeaked out.

“The pain was excruciating, but I’ll manage,” he gasped, voice throaty and distressed.

“Take a wiggenweld,” Ominis urged. “Please,” he said, fumbling in his pockets for a vial. He could hear Sebastian gasping with delight a few feet ahead, like a child in a candy shop. He was exalting all the old textbooks and artifacts in Slytherin’s secret office.

“You guys!” Sebastian yelled out. “Hurry up!”

“I’ll be fine, Ominis.” he said, a bit steadier now.

“Are you sure–”

“That’s enough.” the boy shuddered. “Come, Ominis. Let’s go.”

On shaky, unsure feet, Ominis followed.

“Do you have the answers to the astronomy homework?” Sebastian asked absentmindedly, flicking through the Daily Prophet at the breakfast table.

Ominis could hear their friend slurping his coffee. “Did you not study?”

Sebastian snorted. “I was busy studying other more important things.”

Things had returned to normal…well, as normal as they could be. Ominis would never forget the events that led up to their discovery of the scriptorium, and things had been quite terse with Sebastian in the dormitory. Their new friend insisted on keeping the peace, brokering somewhat of a truce between the friends.

“That book is not schoolwork, Sebastian.” Ominis scolded him, pouring out more tea.

“Don’t baby him, Ominis.” Their new friend argued, reaching across to grab at something. With the heavy, hot teapot in hand, Ominis worried he might burn him.

“Be careful,” Ominis warned, pushing his hand out of the way.

He jolted, pulling his hand from underneath Ominis’s rather quickly. Ominis wouldn’t normally have noticed, except he’d heard the quick strangled gasp his new friend made upon their contact.

“What’s wrong?” Ominis narrowed his unseeing eyes.

“Nothing.” the boy said hastily. “Nothing at all.”

“Say, what’s that on your arm?” Sebastian asked, his tone shifting to curiosity. “Did you get a tattoo?”

Ominis could hear their friend slapping Sebastian’s hands away. Sebastian yelped in return.

“What is that on your wrist?” Sebastian demanded once more.

“It’s nothing,” their friend insisted. Ominis could hear him tugging on his robes. “Honestly Sebastian, you’re so annoying.” He shoved away from the table, quick footsteps making their way out of the Great Hall.

“Dunno what his problem is,” Sebastian grumbled, moving back to his breakfast. “Say, do you have the answers to the astronomy homework?”

Ominis clenched his jaw. “Of course I don’t, Sebastian. I’m not in astronomy–it's a bit difficult to chart the stars if you can’t see them.” he fumbled with the handle of his wand. “Do you think something is wrong with him?”

“With who?”

“With him,” Ominis clarified. “Who else?”

Ominis could feel the bench move as Sebastian shuffled in his seat. “He has been rather odd lately. Just yesterday, he was being weird in beasts class with Poppy–she nudged him with her elbow and I nearly thought he would yell at her for it.” Sebastian took a bite of his food, ruminating further on their friend. “Oh, and I heard Everett say he asked Kogawa if he could sit out flying lessons for the week.”

“That’s not like him.” Ominis frowned. “He loves flying.”

“I know,” Sebastian said matter-of-factly. “I thought it was weird too, but when I asked, he said he just felt like sitting in the grass for a bit, enjoying the weather while he still could. I can’t say I blame him, it’s rather comfy out there next to the summoner’s court field…” he trailed off, going back to his chatter on astronomy lessons.

Ominis ignored him, chewing on his bottom lip. He has an idea of what might be afflicting their friend, but it seemed intrusive to ask. He, being blind, had never seen the marks the cruciatus curse left behind, but he could remember the pain, and the way that it had lingered for days. He felt goosebumps rising on the back of his neck as he recalled his own experience. He’d laid in bed, frozen for days after his older sister had carelessly cast the cruciatus curse on him.

“I’m going to check on him,” Ominis said, abruptly pushing away from the table. He could hear Sebastian calling out for him, telling him to come back to the table, but he couldn’t.

Not if his new friend was suffering the way he once had.

Finding him was going to be a challenge, that was certain. Forsaking his classes, Ominis meandered through the castle, wand glowing red as he tried with little success to locate the boy. The greenhouses were empty, save for a few first years trying to steal some Chinese chomping cabbages; their favorite spot in the library was empty. The Undercroft was silent.

There was no way he’d be in bed, Ominis thought. He’d just been complaining the other day about the lack of privacy, lamenting over Hogwarts’s shared dormitories. He preferred to keep himself busy, only ever falling into bed late at night.

“Where the bloody hell is he,” Ominis muttered. He turned the corner by the Charms classroom, eyes widening as a body crashed into him.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Ominis.” Amit Thakkar gasped.

“No worries, Amit.” Ominis grunted, adjusting his robes. “My fault entirely.”

“I do get so engrossed in my star charts,” the Ravenclaw boy said. “I was just telling…” he trailed off, saying the boy’s name.

“You’ve seen him?” Ominis asked, ears perked.

“Yes, I have.” Amit shared. “He was just on his way up the stairs to the astronomy tower.”

Ominis took off, apologizing to Amit over his shoulder as he charged towards the staircase. He really did think it was crass to run in the hallways; he always rolled his eyes when the younger students did so. He couldn’t understand the urgency behind running. He much preferred a gentle, slow pace, which worked much better with his echolocation spells.

Yet Ominis ran. He took the stairs, two at a time sometimes, wand bobbing in his hand as he made his way up the stairs. His eyebrows furrowed; his echolocation spell seemed fuzzier and fainter. He could only sense his own feet hitting the wooden steps, which made running into a solid body at the top of the stairs an even bigger shock.

“Ominis!” his friend shrieked. He grabbed him at the shoulders to keep the blind boy from flailing backwards and tumbling down the spiral steps. “What on earth–”

“I was looking for you,” Ominis said breathily, gasping for air.

“Why?”

“I need to know if it hurts.” Ominis said sternly. He held his wand up; now still, he could sense his friend standing in front of him. The boy’s heart was pattering, pulse thumping under Ominis’s interrogation.

“If what hurts?” His friend asked, feigning innocence.

“I can tell you’re lying to me,” Ominis crossed his arms. “Your heartbeat quickened just now. I want to know if it still hurts from when Sebastian cast–”

His friend shushed him; there were footsteps coming up the stairs behind them. “Come on, follow me. I’ll tell you everything, I promise, but we shouldn’t talk about this out in the open.”

“But where?” Ominis asked, tilting his head as the boy tugged on his robe sleeve. ��There’s no room on this floor.”

“There is,” his friend said quietly. He pulled Ominis to the center of the floor; he could hear the footsteps, the giggling from the stairs. It was likely some third years, heading up to an astronomy tutoring session.

After a few seconds, Ominis heard stones shifting. He raised his wand; something was materializing on the wall in front of them. Without a second thought, his new friend pulled him towards it–a door–and shoved him inside. Ominis stumbled down a few steps before finding purchase against some bookshelves. Twirling his wand by the handle, he descended into a large room.

It couldn’t possibly be right–he’d walked the castle hundreds of times in his years at Hogwarts, and he’d never heard of a room in this part of the castle. Especially not one this large–from what he could identify with his wand, the room stretched out to two other chambers. Even more perturbing, he thought he could hear the neigh from a unicorn coming from nearby.

“Where the hell are we?” Ominis gasped.

His friend laughed. “A bit tough to explain. Come on,” he said, hand ghosting over Ominis’s back to push him further into the room. “This is the Room of Requirement. Professor Weasley showed it to me so I could study uninterrupted.”

“By Sebastian,” Ominis offered.

“One might say,” his friend chuckled, his breath catching towards the end of his laugh.

“There it is again,” Ominis accused. “You’re wheezing. You’ve been wheezing ever since we found the Scriptorium.”

“So?” he scoffed. “The castle is dusty.”

“You won’t fly,” Ominis began pacing back and forth. “And you love flying. It’s too painful sitting on a broom right now, isn’t it?”

“What if I just wanted to skip flying class?”

“It’s not like you,” Ominis noted. “You won’t let anyone touch you either. I heard you snipped at Poppy in beasts class.”

His friend shuffled uncomfortably. “I am sorry about that. I owe her an apology. But why are you bringing it up now?”

Ominis stomped his foot, a bit like a petulant child. “Like I said, you’re not being yourself, and I’ve noticed. You won’t let anyone touch you, you’ve been shivering all week, you sound like you’re in pain half the time. Tell me the truth–does it hurt?”

He heard the boy take in a sharp breath. “The cruciatus curse, you mean?”

“Yes,” Ominis barked. “I know what it’s like. When my sister cast it on me, I crawled into my bed and stayed there for days. I know what that pain is like, and I’m certain it’s why you’re not being yourself lately.”

His new friend was silent for a moment, eventually clearing his throat. “Did you know about the marks?”

Ominis furrowed his brow. “The marks?”

“There are marks all over my body.” His friend said slowly. Ominis could hear his robes fall to the ground, him unbuttoning his cuff to roll up his sleeves. “Like electricity–certainly feels that way whenever the wind brushes me the wrong way.” he shuddered.

Ominis took a step towards him, gingerly taking hold of his friend’s limp wrist.

“Does it hurt badly?” he asked, hand ghosting over the boy’s arm. He couldn’t see them, but he could feel the outline of the marks trailing up his forearm. They resembled veins of lightning–likely what Sebastian had seen at the breakfast table before he’d tugged his cuffs down.

He let out a low, steady hiss of breath through his nose as Ominis’s slender fingers touched the pain points. “I’ll be fine,” he swore. “I’ve seen worse. They were much darker right after we left the scriptorium, but now they’re getting lighter. Bet they'll be gone by next week.”

“That’s not what I asked.” Ominis said sharply. “Does it hurt? Still?”

He let out a loud sigh. “It does, okay? It hurts, it’s hurt every day since we found the damn scriptorium, and I didn’t want to tell you because I knew you’d throttle Sebastian. Things are hard enough as it is for him, you know he’s struggling right now to help Anne–”

Ominis let go of his friend’s wrist. “Is that why you let Sebastian cast it on you?” his voice trembled. “Because you care about him?”

“Ominis, wait,” his friend whined, now grabbing his hand in return. He could hear his friend’s sharp inhale. “It wasn’t just for Sebastian. It was for you.”

“For me?” Ominis asked incredulously.

“I know how you feel about the spell, Ominis. You think I haven’t listened to you? I could never learn the spell that caused you so much pain.” he said shakily. “We had no choice–either Sebastian had to cast it on me, or we’d die in there.”

Ominis pursed his lips. “You care that much?” he tilted his head, realizing just how blunt his question had been.

“I care.” he swallowed thickly, thumb running over Ominis’s knuckles. “I care a great deal, you see.” he confessed, his voice sounding watery. “I didn’t want you to worry over me, and that’s why I didn’t tell you how badly it hurts.”

“Come,” Ominis sighed, tilting his head towards the corner. He’d sensed a large armchair by the fireplace; with a featherlight touch, Ominis pushed his friend’s lower back towards the chair. “Take a seat.”

The boy curiously sat as Ominis flitted around the room. “You keep a potion stand around here, I assume?”

“Yes, center of the room.” his friend advised. “What are you doing?”

Ominis stood in front of the cauldron, familiarizing himself with the table and all of his friend’s supplies. “Making a brew Noctua used to make for me,” he said, unbothered, pulling an integral ingredient out of his cloak pocket. “Now, where do you keep your mallowsweet?”

“Drawer on the left,” the boy said, slumping into the chair. “I can’t believe you’re willingly making a potion. Sharp would be floored right now,” he snorted.

Ominis felt his cheeks burn. “There’s that sense of humor,” he deflected. “Already getting back to your normal self.”

“If I’m being honest, it’s good to talk about the pain, get it out.” He breathed. “Been hell keeping it a secret all week.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me just because you thought I’d be tough on Sebastian,” Ominis rolled his eyes, grinding the mallowsweet as the station came to life, bubbling slowly. “I’m always tough on him.”

“I know you are,” he laughed, trailing off into a cough. “But I know you love him. He’s like a brother to you, and I’ve already mucked with your friendship so much…”

“Don’t say that.” Ominis bit his lower lip, letting the now powdered leaves fall into the pot. “Your presence is greatly appreciated, I hope you know that. It’s already hard to remember what Hogwarts was like before you.”

“I’m touched, Ominis.” his friend said; even with his back turned, wand set on the desk, Ominis knew he was smiling. “I should’ve known you could tell–you’re the most perceptive out of all of us.”

Ominis picked up his wand again, observing the brew. “Can you tell me what color this is?” he asked.

The boy stood, padding over to Ominis. He was slightly shorter than Ominis; he’d reached up to put a hand on Ominis’s shoulder. “Dark brown,” he observed the bubbling beverage, sniffing over the cauldron. “What is it?”

Ominis smiled, conjuring two cups. “Aunt Noctua’s renewing hot chocolate.”

The boy snorted. “You made me hot chocolate?”

“Oh, don’t laugh. It has mallowsweet in it, which will relax your muscles.” Ominis pointed out as he ladeled the concoction into a cup. “Dittany, for healing purposes. A pinch of powdered mandrake root as well to help with the pain.” He handed the cup to his friend, ladling one for himself as well. “All of that, plus an entire chocolate bar from Honeydukes.”

“Let’s go back down by the fire,” He suggested. Ominis followed him dutifully; instead of the armchair, he settled onto the plush carpet. “Sit next to me.”

Ominis awkwardly folded to the ground, his knees knocking into the boy’s. “I’m sorry,” he blushed, lifting his cup again. “Cheers.”

They sat in silence for a few moments, sipping their hot chocolates.

“I feel better already,” his friend confessed. “Is this the only known remedy for the Cruciatus curse?”

Ominis snorted. “A remedy for all, we used to call it–I just remember Aunt Noctua making me this drink whenever my siblings cursed me.” he shut his unseeing eyes, shaking a little at the memories. “She always said a hot chocolate brewed with care and a few healing herbs could do the trick.” His smile faltered as he thought of Noctua, her bones still in the passageway.

“I am sorry, Ominis.” his friend said quietly.

“For what?” Ominis asked, sipping his drink.

“For everything,” he confessed. “For pushing Sebastian, for Noctua, for lying to you about the pain. I just don’t want you to worry about me.” The boy sighed, stretching out a leg. His foot knocked into Ominis’s. “You’ve been through enough as it is, and I’m just sorry to add more for you to worry about.”

“I worry about the people I love,” Ominis reminded him. “You’ve never done me wrong before–well, besides last week, but we can blame that on Sebastian.”

“I wouldn’t blame him,” his friend mused. “He’s got a one track mind, that one. He’ll do anything to save Anne.”

“I would too,” Ominis grunted. “But I draw the line at unforgivable curses.” he started drumming his fingers against the edge of the cup. “I’m not a violent person by any means, but hearing you in pain…Merlin, Sebastian is lucky to still have both kneecaps.”

He laughed; Ominis flushed as he laid his head against his shoulder. “I admire that about you, Ominis. Your love is tough, tried, and true.”

“I hope I’m not too tough,” Ominis slowly tilted his head, letting it fall against the top of his companion’s head.

“Never,” he murmured. “You care enough about me that you noticed I was hurting. You know me. I know it hasn’t been long, Ominis, but I’ve…” he trailed off, trying to find the right words. “I’ve made friends here at Hogwarts, but none as caring and kind as you.”

Friends, Ominis cringed. He was sure his face was crimson by now, setting his half-empty cup on the floor. “I’m sure that’s not true.” he stuttered, wringing his hands together. “There are plenty of nice people–”

“No one like you,” the boy echoed. “You could have anything you want in the world if you truly wanted it, with all your family connections. But you choose to be better than them, to rise above it all. I admire that about you; how strong you are.”

“I’ve never been called strong before in my life,” Ominis admitted.

“Well, you are.” his friend assured him. “It takes a great deal of strength to stand up to your folks. That, and your friends–you always do seem to set Sebastian on the right path.”

“You’ve picked up quite a bit about me,” Ominis observed, relishing the way he leaned his weight against him. “Nice to know there’s more to me than my devilish good looks.” He joked.

“You’re more than just a pretty face. Like I said, I care a great deal about you.” he murmured.

“The way you care about Sebastian?” Ominis asked. His voice was higher than he would’ve liked, stomach twisting in knots as he contemplated the weight of his question.

After a moment of silence, Ominis heard his companion set down his cup. “No, I don’t think.” his lips were closer to Ominis’s ear now. “Different. More.”

“I was hoping so.” Ominis said breathlessly, turning to press a kiss against the top of his head. He hadn’t realized the boy had moved his face, tilting it up towards him; he found his lips pressed against the corner of his mouth.

Drawing back slightly, his companion chuckled. “Try again?”

Ominis smiled softly, letting him lean upwards this time. His lips pressed lightly against Ominis’s, the sweet taste of chocolate and the tang of mallowsweet still lingering on his mouth. Ominis lamented the absence of his mouth the moment he drew back, holding back a shaky whine. He was immediately assuaged by the feeling of him leaning against him again, this time more heavily.

There would be time, Ominis thought, when he wasn’t in pain. Time where he could hold him, touch his hand without worrying about the aftershocks of the curse. More time for them to be alone, to explore their feelings and the newness of his touch. To discuss what this meant for the future…

Ominis decided to not let his mind wander off too far, choosing to slouch into the boy beneath him again. This time, he did not protest the contact; his hand snaked towards Ominis’s, fingers tangling together.

“Still hurts?” Ominis whispered.

“Was better after you kissed me,” he said, voice muffled by Ominis’s shirt.

Ominis bit his lower lip. “Well, a remedy is a remedy.” he joked, shifting his body to face him. Without his wand, Ominis could only go off the stuttered, uneven breaths of his companion. He slid his free hand up his neck, stopping when his fingers met his chin. Leaning forward, his companion closed the distance, lips gently crushing against his.

Ominis felt his heart fluttering. The kiss was gentle; he could no longer tell if the boy was trembling from the lingering side effects of the cruciatus curse, or from the way Ominis’s tongue slid against his lower lip. Ominis leaned forward, cradling the back of his neck as they laid against the carpet, cups of hot chocolate spilled against the plush rug beneath them. The pair fell onto their sides, legs tangled, slightly panting as they finally separated. Ominis rested his forehead against his, their noses brushing.

“Sorry about the rug.” Ominis murmured. “Feeling better now?”

“Getting better by the second,” he whispered back. “I always do when I’m with you.”

Ominis let out one of his rare, toothy grins. “We should stay here until you feel fully well.”

“We could be here a while,” he mused, tugging Ominis closer. He held the front of Ominis’s sweater in a tight fist, thumb running over the soft cashmere. “If you don’t mind.”

“Perfectly fine by me,” Ominis whispered against his lips.

They stayed there, for Merlin knows how long, cuddled in front of the fire. Classes were skipped, dinner was missed, and Ominis was sure they’d find Sebastian stalking the entrance to the dungeons, ranting and raving either about whatever he’d learned from the spellbook that afternoon or about being left out.

It didn’t matter, Ominis thought. He walked down the stairs of the Astronomy tower in lock step with his friend. He wasn’t really sure if he should still call him a friend–Merlin knew whatever they’d done that afternoon had breached the fine line of friendship and relationship. But as their fingers entwined, hands swinging back and forth as they walked, Ominis knew things could never be the same as before.

He was perfectly fine with that.

Just as Ominis had predicted, Sebastian had been pacing in front of the Slytherin common room. He turned to the two boys, arms crossed against his chest quite sternly.

“Where the hell have you two been?” Ominis could sense Sebastian’s scowl. “I had to sit by myself at dinner.”

“Ominis has been taking care of me,” he said, clutching Ominis’s hand a bit tighter. “No thanks to you.”

Sebastian huffed. “Well, if you would have told me, I could’ve helped–”

“I think you’ve done enough, Sebastian.” Ominis raised a brow. “You should know him well enough by now, he’s our best friend.”

Sebastian hesitated; Ominis knew he was staring at their joined hands, the way they were standing closely.

“So, this is happening, isn’t it?” Sebastian asked.

Ominis blushed; he was sure the boy next to him was grinning.

“Yeah,” he said, thumb brushing over the back of Ominis’s hand. “I think it is.”

It took Sebastian a second to comprehend, quickly collecting himself. “It’s about time,” Sebastian drawled. “Honestly, I’ve felt like the third wheel around you two for quite some time now.”

“Well, we’ll have to fix that then.” the boy said, squeezing Ominis. “We’ll figure out a cure for Anne. Then, it’ll be the four of us. A proper gang.”

“Really?” Sebastian perked. “You–after all that, you still want to help?”

“Of course, Sebastian.” Ominis said gently.

Sebastian went off on a tangent, something he’d researched that afternoon in his solitude. Ominis knew he should have been listening, but all he could focus on was the way the boy next to him shifted closer, slinging his arm around his waist. Ominis followed suit, putting his arm around his shoulder. They slotted next to each other, fitting quite nicely.

“Let’s go to the Undercroft then?” Sebastian asked hopefully.

“To the Undercroft–but first, you have to snag us dinner from the kitchens.” The boy instructed. “It’s the least you could do.”

“Right,” Sebastian said quickly. “I’ll get some sandwiches and meet you two down there.” His footsteps pittered off into the distance, muttering excitedly to himself about his readings.

There was a gentle squeeze at Ominis’s waist; he tilted his head down, leaning against the shorter boy.

“Are you sure you’re feeling well enough?” Ominis murmured as they walked the empty hallways towards the DADA tower.

“Don’t baby me now,” he huffed. “But yes, I’m feeling fine. I’ll feel even better with some dinner, and perhaps some alone time with you.”

Ominis snorted. “Is that why you sent Sebastian to the kitchens?”

Ominis could feel his companion’s heated cheeks against his shoulder. “Maybe,” he said coyly. “Worked, didn’t it? Bought us some time.” His head jerked, likely inspecting the hallways to make sure they were alone, before rising up on the tips of his toes to kiss Ominis’s cheek.

Ominis licked his lips, biting down a smile. “Yes, I think it did.”

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msfantasy · 1 year

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Longing For Him

Summary: Ominis longs for Y/n to notice him.

Ominis x Male Reader

Ominis sits alone in potions class. His two friends Sebastian and Y/n late as always. Those two are always off gallivanting the castle without him...typical.

The two stumble into potions class with little concern of their tardiness, costing 5 house points each. These two are probably so concerned with each other, they don't even notice how they always forget to include him.

The 'conjoined twins' take their seat near their third-wheel. Whispered squabbles becoming incessant until Sebastian breaks the conversation away.

"Hi Ominis, how is my best friend today?" Ominis frowns at the strange question.

"I'm fine." He answer's bluntly with little more to say.

"...Right" Awkwardness pricks at Sebastians skin before he proceeds with his news. "Well... we have tickets to a traveling wizarding show in Hogsmeade tonight at-"

"You two have fun." Ominis cuts in, irritation rolling off him. Sebastian and Y/n revert back to their whispered squabbles, leaving Ominis out ... once again.

Sometimes Y/n and Sebastian can be so inconsiderate. Ominis would love nothing more than to join and enjoy the wizarding show.

Truthfully, Ominis would love nothing more, than to attend the show with just Y/n.

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Ominis lays out-stretched on the courtyard grass, soaking up the warm sun rays. Y/n sits at his side with soft giggles escaping his perfect lips.

"How can you have so much grass in your hair?" Ominis feels the boys soft fingers glide along his scalp, combing out the little blades that have been lost amongst his locks. Ominis sighs in true contentment. Nothing is better than having soft breezes, a warm sun, and the company of the man whom stole his heart.

"It feels nice when you do that." Ominis announces with another sigh. Y/n continues running his hands through Ominis hair, long after the blades have been removed.

"Today is the perfect day for a picnic, Seb says it's his favourite date activity - what do you think?" Ominis's mood sours immediately. Do these two seriously go on picnic dates? Why has Sebastian not told him about it?

"Well if that's how Sebastian feels." He states, ending the conversation abruptly.

Ominis would love nothing more than to take Y/n on a picnic date.

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Ominis sits on the shared couch in the Slytherin common room. Y/n sitting on the opposite side reading in blissful silence.

"I need to go to Hogsmeade tomorrow for some supplies, usually Sebastian accompanies me, but -" Ominis slams his book shut in frustration.

"I must confess, I've grown rather tired of your rendezvous stories with Sebastian. Frankly - I think it's unbecoming..." Ominis crosses his arms, allowing his statement to float in the air awkwardly from his outburst. The sofa dips and moves under the shifting weight of Y/n as she moves closer, placing her delicate hand on his own.

"Ominis. I have romantic feelings for you, and perhaps, if you weren't so oblivious... You'd realise i am trying to ask you on a date." Y/n says gently. Ominis mouth falls agape at the realisation.

"Oh."

#ominis x male reader #ominis gaunt x male m/c #ominis gaunt x male y/n #ominis x male m/c #ominis x male y/n #ominis gaunt male imagine #ominis male imagine #male reader #xmale reader

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ominisstanforever · 1 year

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It's my first fanfic so please be gentle, but this has been living in my head and it had to claw it's way out. There's 2 more chapters but I'll post them later. SLIGHT SPOILERS AHEAD if you haven't finished the game yet. I just love Ominis and want all the warmth and cuddles.

His Hands

Chapter 1

Every time you sat through another history lesson with Professor Binns you struggled to stay awake. Out of the corner of your eye you could tell that Ominis was struggling to do the same as his head dipped a little lower with every droning syllable that came out of your teachers mouth.

"Hey, wake up." You touch his arm to get his attention.

He shakes his head and starts to open his eyes as you lean in to whisper to him.

"We at least need to make it through the first half of the lecture this time."

Ominis angles his head closer to you and says

"If I have to hear about one more goblin uprising I might just slip into a coma."

Grateful that the sound of your snickering is drowned out by said goblin rebellion story.

A few more minutes pass by and you notice Ominis prop his head in his hand and drift off again. He has always looked so beautiful when he's sleeping. Something about when his eyes are closed and that small serene smile is plastered on his face makes butterflies dance around inside of you. His eyelashes are so long. Enjoying the rare opportunity to stare at his face you almost hate to wake him up again, but reluctantly you reach for his hand so he's forced to come back to reality.

As soon as you touch his skin it feels like tiny sparks of electricity are igniting the nerves on your fingertips. You lower you hands onto the table and the sensation facinates you, making it harder to let go. Willing yourself to isn't working either, and you begin to panic as his attention starts to drift over to you.

That smile appears on his lips again as if he's perfectly fine with your hand ghosting over his.

"We need to pay attention this time" your words are barely a whisper, with your heart threatening to beat out of your chest. You're positive he can hear it. You stare at the point where your fingers touch his skin and become mesmerized.

You've heard the exact same lecture 3 other times this year, so it's easy for you to split your concentration to the soft feel of his skin under yours. You settle your hand on top of his.

Tentatively you start exploring his hand with the lightest touch. Feathering a line with your middle finger right down the middle of his palm and back up again. You hear him exhale a little louder. The sound, like him, was absolutely captivating.

You'd never noticed how beautiful his hands truly were. Slender fingers that felt so soft as your fingertips traced the spaces in between his. You know you should stop but can't bring yourself to as the little sparks you felt earlier begin stoking the fire and it heats up your entire body.

Sweeping your fingertips from the tips of his fingers to the part where his wrist meets his palm, swirling little hearts and circles on his skin. You don't dare look up at his face, afraid of breaking the spell you both seem to be under.

Neither of you hear much of the lecture this time either. Anything in the background starts to fade when you finally rest your hand on his, just faintly, palm to palm. You expect he'll pull his hand away but he opens his fingers to lace them with yours instead.

You look up at him just as professor Binns tells the class to get up and take a stroll with him and notice the slight pink color on his cheeks. Ominis has his entire focus on you. The spell finally breaks when all your class mates get up and you realize you've just been caressing his hand almost the entire time. You swear he looks disappointed when you let go and move to quickly follow everyone out of class.

Trying one last half hearted effort to focus your thoughts on the class and the statue in front of you, a swarm of thoughts come barrelling their way through.

Were you really just playing with his hand for what was probably too long to be considered just a friendly gesture? That was very obviously NOT something you do with someone who's just a friend. Did you just nonverbally confess to Ominis in history class?! What on earth came over you to be that bold. Wait, he didn't pull his hand away, he actually held your hand back. Was he just being nice or could he maybe feel a similar way about you?

Swimming in your thoughts you see him walk over to you and it doesn't help to quiet the roaring in your ears when he says, "So do you want to talk about it?"

Your words start to catch in your throat as you desperately try to piece sounds together to form a response. You know too much time has passed to be normal and you feel the window start to close.

He speaks up again in a smaller voice you almost have to strain to hear, "We can pretend nothing happened, if that's what you want."

Dread fills your stomach at the thought of letting the chance quite literally slip between your fingers. You reach for his arm and gently grip his sleeve.

"No we should definitely talk about it."

The smile returns to his lips and your eyes start to drift to the curve on the side of his mouth. Oh no, you can't get too distracted again.

Taking a deep breath to calm the storm in your head you add, "I really want to."

He takes your hand in his again and tilts his head towards you and says, "Then meet me in the undercroft tonight at eight."

He lets go of your hand and goes to sit on the steps and wait for the lecture to end. Staring at your hand that was just in his, the remnants of his warmth slowly fading, it's all you can do to stop your eyes from drifting to the back of his head.

Eight o'clock seems like a lifetime away.

#Ominis Gaunt #Ominis x reader #Ominis x M/C #Hogwarts Legacy #romance #hand holding #fluff

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writeslikeanaria · 10 months

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i’ve seen the devil in every face

ominis gaunt x reader (technically sebastian sallow x reader)

summary: your boyfriend lives with the demons of never being able to see what you look like. that's when he figures out a way to finally be able to look at you; by wearing the face of his best friend.

word count: 5k+

warnings: SMUT, consent is tricky but i'll just stick with dubious, immoral use of the polyjuice potion, angst, confused reader, m!oral, p in v, opportunity for an incredibly angst filled part two

Potions class seemed to be longer than normal. Having finished your potion earlier than everyone else, your only task now was to finish theory book work, a task that genuinely pained you to complete. Books strewn open, you rested your head against the desk, eyes closed, trying to find will within you to actually dip your quill in the ink that rested next to you.

With your vision gone, you used your imagination to picture the chaos happening around you. A cracking pop sounded off in the room, followed by a stench of rotten fish. Fizzing arose in the room, making your skin prick up from the feeling of electricity. From behind your eyes, you could see a bright white light flash, and a groan from your upset classmate followed suit.

For a moment, you realised that this was reality for your blind boyfriend, Ominis, only able to use his other senses to imagine the world. A brief sadness crept over you, leaving a whimper to come out of your mouth, something that was noticed by your potions partner next to you, Sebastian.

“You alright?” He glanced over at you, cocking an eyebrow, quill hovering in the air.

You opened one eye, adjusting to the bright overhead candle that filled your vision in a flood of white. Sebastian looked down at you, some sort of concern on his face, chewing on the end of his quill. You groaned. “Just peachy…” You paused. “Just thinking.”

Sebastian scoffed. “Anything you want to share with the class?”

Lifting your head slightly, you look across the potion classroom, until your eyes land on the innocent target, blissfully unaware of your stalking eyes. Ominis, busy hunched over a potions book, was reading some words out to his partner, Leander. He seemed frustrated though, eyebrows furrowed deeply, as he kept rubbing his milky white eyes out of pure exhaustion.

From just what you could witness, you knew how annoyed your boyfriend was getting by the ginger’s antics. You had heard many times about how “utterly useless and incorrigible” Leander was, through Ominis’ midnight rantings. Laying in bed, head on his heaving chest, you listened to his stream of consciousness. You pouted at the sight of his anger.

“Ominis doesn’t look happy today.”

Rolling his eyes, Sebastian turned back to his book. “When is he ever when he's in potions class? Poor thing has to deal with Leander for two hours twice a week, I’m surprised he hasn’t ripped all his hair out of head. Pure misery, that’s him.” Sebastian bit his lip, a thought entering his head. “And it doesn’t help that he’s been unusually stroppy the last couple of days.”

You peered at Sebastian, narrowing your eyes, confused. You had barely had time to see your boyfriend in the past couple of days, so you hadn’t noticed any foul behaviour. “What do you me–”

Unfortunately, your question remained unanswered, as the shrill voice of Professor Sharp rang off across the classroom, scolding none other than Garreth Weasley. His face was so close to Garreth’s that they were almost touching. “How dare you not follow my instructions? Detention all next week. Now, clean this up and complete your actual task for homework.”

You snickered, burying your head in your arms, unable to hide away the humour in the situation. Making eye contact with the boy in trouble, he shrugged his shoulders at you. Although Professor Sharp had just told him to discard his potion, you watched as Garreth blatantly discarded those instructions, instead pouring the potion he was working on into a separate flask, before collecting his books back up.

The bell rang, signalling the end of class, but you stayed rooted to your seat as you watched Garreth with intrigue, suddenly fascinated with what he was up to. As everyone filed out of class, you opted to corner your ginger friend, closing in on his defeated stature. His face was sallow, but he still kept a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Backing away your bag, you vaguely registered Sebastian trying to talk to you, but you brushed him off, flaying your hand in the air, dismissively. As much as you loved your best friend, you currently didn’t have time for his questions.

Sliding on over to Garreth’s station, you pick up one of his scrawled notebooks, cheekily. “A little birdie told me you got told off again.”

Garreth jumped slightly at your appearance. “Well, then someone should do something about that gossip of a bird.” He lunged towards the book you were holding. “And we give that back!”

There was no point keeping it anyway, unable to read what covered the pages anyway. Garreth’s handwriting was like chicken scratch. Handing him back his book, you laughed at him, before eyeing the suspicious potion peeking out of his satchel bag. “What’s that?”

“Nothing interesting.” Garreth closed the lid on his bag, keeping the mystery out of sight. You frowned, not usually having to deal with Garreth’s secrecy. Normally, he lets you into his devious plans.

Sighing, you began slowly walking away. “Oh, but it would be such a shame if Professor Sharp found out that you kept some of the potion he told you to discard–”

“Alright!” Garreth stopped you. “It really isn’t anything interesting, I promise, but if you’re still curious, meet me in the abandoned potions classroom on the second floor at midnight. Don’t be late.”

You grinned. You weren’t planning on it.

•┈୨♡୧┈•

When midnight finally came, you were more than excited for your nighttime escape. Cladded in a woollen jumper and tough shoes, you quietly crept down the staircases into the darkness of your common room. As you were about to slink through the door, a voice stopped you in your tracks, calling your name.

“Is that you?”

You immediately recognised the confused tone in your boyfriend’s voice, and a soft chuckle slipped from your mouth. Embarrassed, you covered your reddening face. “Hello darling, I didn’t see you sitting in the dark.”

Ominis pouted. “I didn’t realise a lamp wasn’t on. I was just doing some reading. Have you come to join me?”

“I would love to, truly, but I had other plans for tonight.” You bit your lip in thought. “Why aren’t you in bed?”

A loud groan escaped from Ominis, as he landed his heavy head in his lap. “Can’t sleep, too busy… thinking.”

You moved towards your troubled boyfriend, placing your hand around his. “A penny for your thoughts? I’ve noticed you’ve been… antsy recently, and I can’t help but feel like I'm doing anything for you.” You placed a gentle kiss on his temple. “What’s going on?”

Ominis cringed. “I don’t know how to speak about this; it’s too difficult to even word. And I don’t want to think you did anything wrong–”

“Wait, what?”

“–You’ve been nothing but amazing with everything. You’ve been doting, and kind, and thoughtful, and the time I spend with you, just you, is more cherishable than any worldly possession.”

“Then what’s wrong?” You pressed.

“I–” Ominis sighed. “Everytime we are intimate, I get sad.”

That definitely wasn’t what you were expecting Ominis to say. You retracted your hands for him, unsure if it was out of shock or mild disgust towards what he had said. Never in a million years had you expected your boyfriend, your loving, passionate boyfriend, to admit that love making with you had a melancholic effect on his psyche. Your face contorted with defiance, but you didn’t know how to fight this battle.

You pursed your lips. “Do I disgust you?”

In a flash of seconds, you could see every stage of grief flash over Ominis’ milky eyes, as he reached back towards your hands with comfort. You always relished in the warmth he would give you.

“That’s not what I meant at all.” Ominis started. “I just meant that I feel as though my loss of sight is hindering my experience. Obviously, it’s not, but I can’t help but feel like I’m missing out on seeing you, my beauty, my radiance, the light of my life. Sometimes I wonder how I can feel whole if I can’t even see my other half. Every single time I hear someone compliment your appearance, I just wish I could see you. Everytime you’re under me, I just wish I could see you. Do you understand?”

You didn’t know if you did, but you nodded carefully, stroking small circles on the backs of Ominis’ mole-covered hands, in an attempt to find comfort for him. What you did understand was how difficult this must’ve been to tell you, and you couldn’t be happier that he was actually communicating with you. Leaning into him, you smiled. “Would you like to talk more about this in the morning?”

Ominis smiled. “Sure.”

“Would you like to accompany me to the abandoned potions classroom on the second floor?”

Ominis screwed his face up in confusion. “Why on earth would you want to go to that musty place at this time of night?”

You giggled. “Garreth seems to be working on a secret potion, and I’m curious to see what he’s up to.”

It didn’t take long to convince your stubborn boyfriend, as in a matter of minutes, you were slinking hand in hand, under a disillusionment spell, across the deserted halls of Hogwarts at night. It was a peaceful adventure, one that really helped calm you both down after the intensity of your previous conversation.

Unfortunately, the words Ominis had spoken still lingered in your mind like cigarette smoke. You couldn’t help but ponder what he had said, as if you were the problem. You knew that Ominis would never place blame on you, but you wish you had noticed sooner.

Every time you crawled into bed together, a mess of teeth and tongue, flesh and slick, you should’ve noticed the abundance of tension seeping out of his muscles, or the way he would hold back from touching you, from being close to you. There were so many signs that you were embarrassed that you hadn’t caught on to any of them. Were you a bad person?

Those thoughts were soon pushed out of your conscious mind when you arrived at your discreet destination. Creeping open the door, you were welcomed by the most vile stench you had every smell, bile rising in your throat as you coughed violently.

“What the hell are you making in here?” You spluttered, unable to think properly from the fumes. Luckily you had your boyfriend holding you arms, stopping you from falling over.

Garreth’s lifted his head up as he noticed you walk in, a giant grin stretched across his cheeks. “Ah, you finally came, and you brought a guest. The more the merrier, they say.” He welcomed you in, clapping his hands against your back. “You’re just in time for the main event.”

You could still hardly breathe from the vileness secreting into your sinuses. “Please make this worth it. I cannot begin to describe how putrid this room smells. I wouldn’t be surprised if I end up in the hospital room because of this.”

“You’ve got it easy.” Garreth laughed. “I have to drink this.” With fascination plastered on your face, you watched as the ginger placed the last ingredient into a small volume of the potion, and swirled it around his flask. You watched as the liquid changed colours very slightly.

Finally, Ominous asked the million dollar question. “What actually is that?”

With one gulp, Garreth drank the entire flask, pouring it down his throat with ease, but reacting to the taste like hot lava. After every last drop was swallowed, he finally gave an answer to the question. “Polyjuice potion. Tastes disgusting, but the results are fascinating. That last ingredient I added in? Those were human hairs, belonging to Professor Sharp. In just a few moments you’ll see what I mean by fascinating results, because the polyjuice potions changes your appearance to make you look like someone else.”

He wasn’t lying. Within short moments, Garreth had grown several inches, became thinner, more wrinklier, with his usual flaming locks transforming into dark brown hair. It was exhilarating to watch your best friend become a whole different person.

You spoke first. “Garreth?”

Your friend rubbed his eyes, no longer focussing on you two. Instead, he squinted in frustration. “Ugh, Professor Sharp’s eyesight sucks; It’s so blurry. This man cannot see shit.”

Laughing at those comments, you dismissed them right away, but your boyfriend seemed intrigued by what Garreth was saying, still rubbing his eyes out of annoyance. “What do you mean? Are you trying to tell me that you’ve adopted the same eyesight as Sharp?”

“Yeah, and it’s awful.” Garreth laughed. Walking over to a deserted closet in the classroom, Garreth grabbed out a bunch of clothes that bore a striking resemblance to the ones that Professor Sharp would normally wear, but you took no interest in Garreth’s immature plans. You believed fully that Garreth’s next plans would include terrorising a bunch of year two’s who were still awake at this time of night. What interested you the most was the quizzical look on Ominis’ face.

“What are you thinking?”

Ominous grunted. “Be quiet, I have a plan.”

For the next few minutes, you made careless conversation with your friend, who explained to you the extent of his plan for the next hour, which included, but was not limited to, sneaking into the teacher’s quarters, stealing all their sweets, and trying his luck at the restricted section. With adrenaline, Garreth’s bumbling attitude had him out the door within minutes, leaving you and Ominis alone in the classroom. Alone with the remnants of the polyjuice potion.

Your boyfriend struck first, heading towards the still full potion. You tried to stop him, but with no luck. “Ominis, what do you think you’re doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing? I found a solution to our problems. One mouthful of that disgusting potion and I’ll be able to see your beautiful face, in all your glory. I have no care to worry about the temporary, but I’ll be able to finally see my shining star, my angel. You don’t realise how hard it is to go about my life, wishing I could see your eyes, and your smile, and your hair, and your beautiful lips. I need to do this.”

“And then what?” You questioned his frantic plan. “We share intimacy? You may be sharing intimacy with me, but I’ll have to stare at the face of someone who isn’t mine. I’ll have to live with the guilt of knowing another man who isn’t you.”

“But it is me!” Ominis raised his voice at you. “I am me, emotionally, spiritually, consciously. All you will have to know is the physicalities of another man.” His voice settled, calming down a bit. “I understand your point of you, and all I have to counter it is, for me? I know I cannot force you, but I know I can plead with you, even if you shut me down before I can even present my case.”

You bit your lip in anguish. “How sure are you? I need to know you are completely comfortable with this. This would be the strangest thing we’ve ever shared between us, and I need to know that this is exactly what you want.”

“I want this.” Ominis sighed, cupping your face with his hands. “Finally, I want to know you with all my senses.” He placed a kiss against your lips. “I need to know what love at first sight feels like to a man.”

You returned the kiss with fervour. “I will. I will for you. I love you Ominis.” Resting your head on his shoulder, another question popped into your mind.”

“Ominis.” He hummed in response. “Who are you going to choose to, you know, turn into?”

“Don’t worry. I have someone in mind.”

•┈୨♡୧┈•

Sebastian looked like he was about to doze off at the breakfast table, eye bags dark, head lost between the pages of some tatted book that he probably found illegally in the library. His brown locks were a mess atop his head and he had taken no notice of you and Ominis standing in the entrance of the hall, watching him from a distance.

“Sebastian.” You asked incredulously. “Really?”

Ominis scoffed, brushing you off. “He’s the only choice really. He’s the only person I trust you to know physically, since he is my best friend. I’ve also heard that he’s quite handsome, so I don’t know why you’re objecting.”

“I- It’s Sebastian! He would never agree to that.”

“He wouldn’t have to know.” Ominis smirked. “Now be a good girl and help me distract him so we can get a few hairs off of the top of his head, okay?”

And that’s how you found yourself sitting abnormally close to Sebastian, basically breathing down his neck, trying to get him to lean down just a bit more, but it proved to be a more difficult task than you initially thought.

“No, I don’t see the runes at the bottom of the page.” Sebastian squinted once more at the page in front of him, but refused to move his head downwards like you needed him to. You were about to give up when an idea struck, noticing a strange fold in the page. Just as Sebastian moved the book slightly, you pointed downwards.

“Did something just fall out of the book?”

Sebastian ducked immediately. “Where?” His voice went gruff as he finally looked closely at the bottom of the book, giving Ominis an ample opportunity to gently pluck a few hairs off of the top of Sebastian’s head, without the poor boy even noticing. When Ominis gave a nod, you knew that he had gotten what he needed.

You tutted. “Nevermind, it’s just a fold in the page.” You rested your head in your hand and sighed dramatically. “I thought I saw something.”

“It’s alright.” Sebastian muttered. “It’s no use anyway. I’m so tired, I just want to go to bed right now.”

“Early night?” You joked, but then saw Ominis shaking his head at you. Right, you guys would need the dorm room tonight, for activities. “You could– uh, sleep in the undercroft! Surely sleeping in a room without Ominis’ incessant snoring is exactly what you need tonight.

“What I need is a beater’s club to my head,” Sebastian smirked. “But a night alone sounds great as well.”

•┈୨♡୧┈•

It was almost time. Saying goodbye to Sebastian and sending him on his way was easy enough. With enough encouragement, he was gone before the sun had even fallen asleep beneath the hills, leaving the entire dormitory to you and your boyfriend, whose eyes had not stopped glinting with mischief all day.

The entire day had been a mixture of teasing touches, and whispers of dirty promises. You could still feel the feeling of Ominis’ hands creeping up your skirt in class, tracing your delicate thighs with the traction of a feather. The hot breath of his words still melted against your ears like an ice cold glass of water, and you were so thirsty.

But first, Ominis had to drink the potion.

“I really hope it’s not as awful as Garreth said it was.” You said, eying the murky brown liquid. “But by the smell of the classroom last night, I don’t think it’s going to taste like liquid gold either. Promise you’ll drink some water afterwards?”

Ominis sniffed the flask suspiciously. “It may taste, and smell, differently after adding the hairs, but I doubt so, unfortunately. I wonder if my taste buds will even survive this torture.”

“Well, for my sake,” You pointed downwards, towards your woman region,“and for my girl’s sake, I hope your taste buds come out the other side of this stronger than ever.”

The innuendo was not lost on your boyfriend, who now eagerly added the final remaining ingredient to the flask. Like last time, the colour faded slightly, into more of a mellow mud colour. Bringing the potion up to his nose, Ominous took a sniff, but didn’t recoil.

“Well?”

Ominis hummed. “Isn’t as bad as I expected. Almost woodsy. Like tree bark, or forest leaves. Doesn’t carry the same putridness as the one from last night. I’d even say this one is somewhat pleasant.” He dipped his finger in the potion. “It feels warm. Like a cup of tea. It’s odd.”

You egged him on. “Are you gonna drink it?”

“Patience.” Ominis laughed, but he followed through with your queries, throwing his head back and swallowing the potion in one.

The effects started showing immediately. The white blouse that Ominis was wearing became too small for his torso, looking like it was about to burst at the seams, as his muscles filled out, and his shoulders broadened like the parting of a sea. Shrinking only half an inch, he now sat at Sebastian’s height, now growing into those features. Gone were those chiselled cheeks, replaced with the smattering of freckles across his face. Hair turned from gold to bronze, and eyes from the ocean to the earth.

“How do I look?” Sebastian– Ominis asked, voice now replaced with the slightly Scottish tenor of his best mate’s, turning towards you.

It was all so confusing. There stood your best friend, but with the mannerisms and posture of your boyfriends. Your body was conflicted too, as you couldn’t help but look at the physicality of your best friend in a new light.

Ominis seemed to be going through his own internal conflict. When he first took the potion he really had no idea if he was going to notice any change with his sight, but when it became bright, too bright, he knew that his hypothesis had been true. It was strange at first, adjusting to a whole new sense. His brain was confused, angry almost, trying to force him back down into a headache, but he persisted.

The world seemed strange. Finally, he knew what it meant to see colour, to see light, and to see beauty. He thought the bed was beautiful. He thought the floor was beautiful. He thought the walls around him were beautiful, but most importantly, the woman in front of him was more than beautiful.

Like an iridescent angel fallen from the heavens above, she was perfect to him. Beautiful didn’t even cover the beginning of what he thought about his girlfriend. Unable to articulate verbally, he stood motionless, as the angel before him tried to capture his attention away from his admiration.

“Ominis, are you okay? Did it work?” You asked cautiously, worried about what emotions he could possibly be feeling if the answer was no, but the way he was actually facing you, actually looking at you, you were sure that you knew the answer.

Ominis took a breath. “I understand what beautiful is.” He took one step towards you, reaching outwards, but your body didn’t naturally move towards him, still hesitant about yearning for Sebastian’s face and Sebastian’s physique. It wasn’t quite right.

It didn’t feel quite right as his lips touched yours, moving naturally, but feeling like a stranger. You melted like you normally did, but it was with effort, still getting used to the scent of Sebastian wafting into your veins. Reciprocating Ominis’ love filled kiss was more difficult than you would’ve ever thought. You hated how you felt.

“I need you.” Ominis muttered, his voice silky like Sebastian’s. “I need to see what you look like when you’re pleased. I need to know what pleasure looks like dressed on you. I need to see you contort yourself like a good girl. I need you.”

How could you deny such pleads? Nodding along to the words he spoke, you started on the buttons of your blouse, but were soon swatted from your task, your hands quickly replaced by Sebas– Ominis’ hand. It didn’t feel right watching Sebastian undress you, so you closed your eyes, resting against the unusually broad chest in front of you.

If Ominis noticed your internal conflict, he didn’t mention it, having the time of his life running his hands down the curves of your soft body, melting at the images he now didn’t have to visualise himself. Reaching down, he placed open mouthed kisses against your throat, eliciting moans from your throat.

He was marking you, you knew that. The mouth of your best friend was claiming you as a lover, and you enjoyed it, finding pleasure in the heat of the moment, pooling in your panties shamefully. Something about what Ominis was capable of made you fall from your grace and become nothing but a dog in heat. Wrapping your arms around his frame, you pulled him in closer, under you could hear his voice against the shell of your ear. “Get on your knees.”

You knew it was your Ominis, but you hesitated at Sebastian's voice. Obeying anyway, suck downwards, opening up for what was expected. Except, it wasn’t the familiar cock of your boyfriend. It was different from usual, slightly thicker, shorter, with unfamiliar veins running up the length.

“Suck it.” Ominis’ domineering personality crept out, and you obeyed. It was odd at first, but you got used to this new weight. At first, you placed a gentle kiss at the tip of his cock, watching the precum leak out in generous blobs. Your tongue darted out, lapping greedily at what you were given. Even the taste was different, slightly saltier, slightly muskier. Slicking up the entirety of his cock, you coated it generously, before opening your mouth wider to take more.

With enthusiasm, you took him all, pumping what was remaining with your left hand, and leaving your right hand to rest against his thigh, that twitched with every harsh sucked. His skin, covered in goosebumps, was on fire, the electricity of the moment throbbing in his cock. Ominis wasn’t going to last long, and you knew it.

Still, you threw your head forward, swallowing the tip, feeling him stutter with your movements. Hands threaded in your hair, tugging on your roots, getting a good grip on your head. Ominis had obviously had enough of your teasing, and decided to use you as he needed. It wasn’t long before until you felt his breathing change and his voice falter.

“I’m gonna–”

Cum. It splurted down your throats, in thick ropes you had never experienced before. It was all too much as you lurched away from the cock, more cum landing across your cheeks and necks. Looking up through glazed eyes and thick eyelashes, you watched Sebastian above you, peering down at you curious.

Nimble fingers stroked your face, moving around the sticky liquid, making even more of a mess as his face lit up in delight. You hated the way your body clenched at the thought of Sebastian taking you, needing that spent cock inside of you as soon as possible. You whimpered.

“Please…”

“Please what?” Ominis asked, tugging on his spent cock, slowly hardening again in the palm of his hand. You ducked your head embarrassed.

“Please fuck me.”

You were surprised he didn’t make you beg, as he lifted you up with an ease he’d never experience. Manhandling you onto the nearest bed, he pressed your chest down on the mattress, and flipped up your skirt. You didn’t even have any time to voice your confusion before the thick cock slid into your slick folds, forcing a moan out of you immediately.

Reaching for the blankets to have something, anything, to ground yourself with, you took the hammering like a champion. The immediate pace was frenzied, with no warming up on your part at all. You felt more alive than ever, alert as his deft hands curled around your wrists, holding them together as leverage to get a better angle.

You were drooling on the blankets. The angle was perfectly hitting your g-spot with every rough thrust, the material of the duvet rubbing against your swollen, patient clit, in desperate need of some attention. Every nerve on your body was screaming in pleasure and pain, completely conflicted with every emotion that struck your heart. At least you didn’t have to look into the eyes of your best friend.

Finally, Ominis let go of one of your hands, snaking around your front so he could begin his assault on your clit. His voice was gruff in your ear. “I need you to come for me baby.”

You nodded pathetically, eyes rolling back as every thrust inside of you became more agitated than the last. Tears were free falling from your face now. In the midst of your pleasure, you didn’t even notice the door to the dormitories open, until you heard the voice of…

“What?!”

Turning your head, you couldn’t help let a pained sob out of your throat as you laid eyes with another Sebastian, the Sebastian. In an instance, there was no longer a body pressing down on you, letting you sink down onto the ground. You barely registered that sound of an angry spell being cast across the dorm room, followed by the patting of footsteps both across the dorm, towards the door, and towards you.

You knew it was the real Sebastian still left in the room as you felt a blanket cover your half naked form, keeping your modesty. You knew it was the real Sebastian as when you fell into his shoulder, unable to keep in the tears, he hesitated before placing a comforting hand against your bare shoulder. You knew it was the real Sebastian as he asked you repeatedly what was going on.

You knew he saw himself, fucking you like it was a matter of life and death, a reflection of a reality that his brain couldn’t comprehend.

You, on the other hand, had no thoughts left, falling unconscious on the shoulder of your best friend, with your boyfriend having run away in shame.

“i've seen the devil,

down sunset,

in every place,

in every face.”

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ouch angst. owie.

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oliver-quick-ens-my-pulse · 1 year

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Ominis' top 3 favorite sex positions and why with a female MC 😉

Headcannons for Ominis's favorite Positions

Ominis Gaunt x m!reader;

Ominis Gaunt x f!reader;

Warnings - 18+ smut

Ominis Gaunt x m!reader

1. side-by-side is really his preference when he wants to be inside of you and have control

it can be intimate and sweet while you face each other, your legs up against his shoulders while he's deep inside of you and able to give you kisses

or he'll be talking filthy to you the whole time, sucking on any exposed skin he can while he pounds into you aggressively

2. doggy this is what he loves when he wants you to top him

he loves listening to you tell him how good he is when he's getting into the position for you, spreading himself open

he can hear your grunts and groans and your balls slapping against him and it gets him dripping pre-cum so fast

3. sixty-nine this position gives him so many sensations to love with the feeling of your mouth on him while he's able to have his hands and mouth all over you

he prefers this when he's feeling really needy and deprived like if you've been apart for a while

Ominis Gaunt x f!reader

1. legs-over-shoulders makes him feel like he's in control to have you completely exposed and at his mercy

he can give you kisses on your legs and use his hands to play with anything that he wants whether it's your breasts, your clit, or your hips

2. spooning soft Omi loves telling you sweet nothings while teasing your bundle of nerves, letting his fingers drift of your tummy and abdomen

sometimes it's just gentle and sweet and makes him feel really connected to you and other times his words get dirtier by the second

definitely kisses and bites all over your neck and shoulders

3. butterfly this is similar to number 1, but he's standing while you're lying on the bed or a countertop

he loves taking you like this when you were maybe just playing around with each other and then he's suddenly got you on your back, rubbing his cock over your entrance

a power move tbh

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Asking the Boys to The Yule Ball

A/N: I know the Yule Ball isn’t something that happens during this time but I wanted to ask my boys out regardless. So we’re just gonna ignore that it doesn’t actually happen and pretend. Sorry if the pacing is a little weird. I'd love to write a part 2 where they actually go to the Yule Ball together if that's something you guys would like to see!

Speech in Italics is reader speaking, there’s quite a bit of dialogue and I don’t want anyone to get confused.

Sebastian Sallow x Male Reader I Ominis Gaunt x Male Reader

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Sebastian Sallow:

It was a bright morning in the Great Hall, you heard excited chatter amongst students at your table. Curious, you lightly elbow the person sitting beside you, asking what had gotten everyone so giddy. "You haven't heard? Apparently, we’re holding the Triwizard Tournament this year. Everyone’s excited about the Yule Ball." You hum in response, making sure to keep a mental note of this information.

It was then that you heard the headmaster call for everyone to quiet down. "As you all have probably heard, we will be holding the Triwizard Tournament this year." You groan as you tune out everything else the grumpy headmaster says. Your gaze falls on Sebastian, watching as he joked with a couple of classmates beside him. You couldn’t help but smile at how happy he looked. You pull your gaze away at the sound of shrieking to your right, rolling your eyes as some of the younger students celebrate.

You had been resting in your dorm room for the afternoon, relaxing as you read a book. You turned your head at the sound of a ‘swoosh’ beside you. A letter falls into your lap, and the owl perches itself on the wooden bedframe. Your fingers prod at the envelope before pulling out the letter, you smile as you look at the sender.

I was hoping you would be able to visit me in Hogsmeade for a Butterbeer this evening.

I’ll be at The Three Broomsticks waiting for you.

Sebastian

You smile at the boy’s writing before lifting yourself off the bed. You change out of your robes and dress in something more fit for an outing. Walks to Hogsmeade were always enjoyable. You look up at the archway, with the bold word "Hogsmeade" placed among it. You scale your way in, taking notice of all the small shops and buildings on your way to the tavern. You slowly push the tall door open before entering, the smell of butterbeer filling your nose and the sound of chatter in your ears oddly relaxing you.

You take a quick look around before your eyes lock with Sebastian's, and you feel your lips tug up at the toothy-grin directed towards you from the brunette sitting at the bar. "Dressed up for me, huh?" You laugh as you take a seat beside him, greeting the boy before ordering a butterbeer for yourself. You look over to the grinning boy beside you. "What's the occasion?" You chuckle. Sebastian looks away, giggling as he shrugs. "No occasion; I just thought we should catch up." He looks back up at you, his eyes softening. You nod, taking a swig at your drink. His eyes follow your movements.

Time flies as the two of you talk, you barely notice the tavern emptying out. It's only when Sirona came up to the both of you, that you realized how late it had become. The two of you giggle as you walk out, deciding to walk together all the way back to Hogwarts. You couldn't help but stare at the laughing boy beside you, the lamp light shining against his freckled skin so nicely. His cheeks flush as he notices your gaze, before quickly clearing his throat. "So-" You two chat your way back to the castle, talk about The Yule Ball coming up. "Are you planning on going?" You glance over at the rigid boy at your side. He lightly chuckles. "It's not really my scene." He looks up, his brown eyes piercing your own. "What about you?"

You lightly shrug. "I was planning on asking someone." Sebastian curiously looks up at you. "Who?" You pause your steps, Sebastian stopping a couple steps ahead. His body turns as you move closer to him. Your hands make their way to his own, bringing them up between your chests. "You, Sebastian." You watch as his face erupts in heat, the tips of his ears growing red. You chuckle as the boy in front of you mumbles. He coughs before speaking. "I uh, I wouldn't be opposed to it." He awkwardly laughs at the end of his sentence. "Yeah?" You grin as he nods. "Um, great" You giggle, feeling your heart pump faster. Sebastian sighs in relief. "I've actually been hoping you'd ask." You couldn't help but grin even wider at that.

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Ominis Gaunt:

You rubbed the fog from your eyes as you walked out of your dorm, stepping into the noisy common room. You shake your head, regretting leaving your peaceful room. A loud conversation beside you caught your ears, you looked over to see a few younger years rave about something. You make your way to the group, lightly tapping the shoulder of one of them. "Sorry, what's going on?" The younger student flushes as she explains. "You haven't heard yet? We're holding the Triwizard Tournament! I can't wait to go to the Yule Ball!" She giggles, turning back to the group. You nod to yourself before leaving the group, now wandering around the common room.

You were currently walking around the castle, deciding to kill some time before your next class started. A couple familiar voices stopped you in your tracks. Looking over at the rowdy Slytherin boy, you couldn’t help but stare at the calm boy beside him a little longer. Even with the loud boy next to him, he was still so focused. His pale eyes relaxed. Your daydreams get cut short by a hand being placed on your shoulder. You turn to see Poppy smiling as she asks if you’d like to walk to class with her; not being able to turn down the sweet girl, you graciously accept. The both of you make it pretty early to your Charms class, taking your seats beside each other.

It wasn’t long until the classroom had started to fill with students, your eyes only on the lookout for a certain boy. The sound of the students talking starts to deafen as the blonde boy walks into class, his soft smile entrancing you. He sits down next to his best friend, and before you can examine him anymore, Professor Ronan’s booming voice pulls your attention away. Your eyes sneaking glances back at Ominis’s frame every now and then as the class drags on.

That evening, you had decided to stop staring at the pretty boy and just finally talk to him. It took a while, but you eventually found him sitting against a beautifully sculpted wall, his focus seeming to be on the book in his hands. Was he reading? You shake your head—a question for another time. You approach the boy, making sure that your footsteps could be heard by him. "Good evening, Ominis." The blonde perks up. "Ah Y/N, to what do I owe the pleasure?" You smile at his enthusiasm. "I was wondering if you’d like to take a walk around the castle with me? It’s been a while since we've spoken."

Ominis nods, taking out his wand and bringing it to his side, the red light shining against his gorgeous eyes. You look away, trying not to obsess over the boy. The two of you start your journey around Hogwarts, the dimly-lit rooms creating the perfect ambiance. Your walk is filled with idle chatter, rambling on about experiences neither of you has had the opportunity to mention to the other yet. The easy conversation comes to a halt at the mention of the Yule Ball, both of you stumbling your way through the topic.

Ominis coughs before turning his head, now facing the walls opposite of you. "Are you going with anyone?" You could hear a slight shake in his voice. "No, not yet, at least." A small chuckle escapes your lips. The blonde raised his eyebrows. "Really? I thought with your popularity, you certainly would’ve been asked already." You shrug before responding; a small smile sat on your face. “Not by anyone I've wanted to go with.” Ominis casts a questioning glance in your direction. “Why don’t you ask the person you’d like to? It’s better than waiting for them to come around to you.” “I don’t know, Ominis. I’m afraid they might turn me down.”

“Nonsense! They would be foolish to turn down someone as great as you.” Ominis seemed to look almost offended. “You shouldn’t think so lowly of yourself.” You slowly nod, realizing he couldn’t see you, you speak up. "Uh- thanks, Ominis," the blonde boy flushes, realizing what he said to you. “Of course,” He quickly replies. You giggle quietly at his flustered state before responding. “Are you going with anyone, Ominis?” His head shook at that. “I’m not all that interested in going.” “Why not?” “I don’t think anyone would choose to go with me.” He weakly smiles. "How about this? If no one asks you out, I’ll take you myself." Ominis’ head turns at that. "You'd do that?”

“Of course I would, what are friends for?” You shrug, a wide smile plastered on your face. You couldn’t wait to spend that night with Ominis, even if he wasn’t going as your date but as just a friend. You see Ominis look slightly disappointed as he whispers something to himself. “Pardon?” The boy looks up at your voice. “Must we go as..” He pauses “just friends’?” His nervous words made your stomach twirl. “Would you like to go as more?” You watch as the normally relaxed boy timidly twiddles his fingers. “If I said yes?” “I would take you as my lover.”

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A/N: I’m so sorry if these seem rushed or not that good, I struggled finishing this. I only expected to write a few hundred words for Ominis, but his ended up being longer than Seb’s.

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I Feel Better With You

pairing: Ominis Gaunt x gn!MC

themes: Smut. Fluff. Ominis is stressed af and you comfort him. Insominis. kinda subinis.

warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. m!receiving oral sex. everyone is aged up.

summary: 4.5k words. Ominis Gaunt has had an awful day, and he can't get to sleep. Instead of driving Sebastian mad with his anxious energy, he gets up and wanders wherever his restless feet will take him. What he doesn't expect is to run into you.

note: Tried to leave reader's everything ambiguous. I proofread this half of one time, sort of. i also finished it at 3:30 am lol oopsies. This started out with completely pure intentions, but i am a wee creature of debauchery and added a little sprinkle of spice. I can apparently only perceive Ominis if he's in the ROR, next time we can take him somewhere nice I promise.

Ominis lay on his back with his eyes closed despite his annoyingly alert mind. The events of the day just would not leave him alone - from his abysmal attempt at brewing a befuddlement draught, to accidentally changing your hair colour to what Sebastian had called ‘troll bogey green’ in transfiguration, to even just how he spoke to others during dinner... He let out a sigh, his hands coming up to run through his bed-mussed hair. He rolled over for what felt like the millionth time, unable to find a comfortable position. He let out another annoyed sigh.

“Sigh again and I’m going to smother you with a pillow.” Sebastian’s annoyed half-asleep voice came from the other side of their shared dormitory. Ominis made sure to sigh loudly one more time, causing Sebastian to throw a pillow across the room at him, before getting up and snatching his wand from his night table. He shrugged on his housecoat and shoved his feet into his slippers before crossing the room towards the door. One hand held his wand, the other was outstretched until his palm pressed against the smooth wood of the door. He was scowling as he pushed the door open quietly and made his way down to the common room. Just because he was unhappy from his inability to sleep didn’t mean he had to take it out on Sebastian - he could go mope in peace elsewhere.

Ominis Gaunt was not usually one to find himself wandering the halls of the school after dark, but tonight was an exception. He just hoped the fates had some mercy so he didn’t come upon any teachers. He had no plan on where he was to go, he just allowed his wand and his feet to guide him through the halls. He stewed in his thoughts as he walked, his face fixed in a permanent frown. The worries about his day slowly shifted into his constant stresses about getting good enough marks on his N.E.W.Ts that were approaching far too rapidly, and that the safe space he’d found at Hogwarts was no longer going to be his safe space. Once he graduated, he’d be at his family’s disposal. They’d have full access to him, and he didn’t know how to get away from it all. While he knew that he had a place to stay in Feldcroft, he also knew that he couldn’t impose on Anne and Sebastian forever. Eventually, he would have to strike off on his own and that caused a flurry of emotions that he’d never anticipated.

His grip on his wand tightened as his mind lingered on those emotions he was feeling day in and day out. While he was losing the safest place he’d ever lived, he was also going to lose you. Ominis had grown accustomed to spending every day with you since you’d gotten close during the catastrophe that was his fifth year at Hogwarts. The idea that he won’t be able to enjoy breakfast with you every morning, or a butterbeer in Hogsmeade, or even just a quiet study session broken up by your quick quips and amusing stories, made his throat knot painfully. And now, he’d made an ass of himself turning your hair bogey green. He should be spending every second he could with you making good memories, not defacing your appearance. Merlin, why hadn’t he partnered with Sebastian instead–

“Ominis?” A voice from the other end of the hallway made him nearly jump out of his skin. With one hand over his thundering heart, he scowled in the direction of your quiet laugh.

“That, was not very kind of you.” Ominis said sharply, before cringing at the memory of today’s transfiguration class. At that moment he almost wished it was Professor Weasley standing before him, and not you.

“You’re not still thinking about my hair, are you?” You asked. He listened to you coming towards him, his heart still thudding violently. A deep burn of shame and embarrassment settled in his stomach, and Ominis greatly regretted ever leaving the sanctuary of his bed; even if Sebastian would have smothered him.

“I am terribly sorry about that.” Ominis said, feeling as though his apology was rather lame.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about, Ominis. Everyone makes mistakes sometimes. Professor Weasley had me back to normal in a matter of minutes.” The kindness in your tone was not lost on Ominis, you meant what you said. He felt a fool as the thought of you not being angry with him calmed his mind quite a bit. He took a moment to assess his surroundings, realizing he’d made his way to the foot of the Astronomy Tower.

“Thank you…” He said.

“What are you doing out of bed?” Your question was simple, but it caused Ominis to swallow nervously. He wasn’t sure he wanted to tell you that he was too worry-filled to sleep, especially when you were one of his worries. You had been through so much during your time at Hogwarts, he didn’t need to burden you with his trifles.

“I-I… couldn’t sleep. Figured I’d go for a walk.” He said carefully.

“Ominis, we’ve spoken of this before, if you ever need to talk about anything I’m here to listen. I can see you’re unhappy.” You said in that insufferably kind tone, your hand even going as far as to rest on his shoulder. You’d made that gesture hundreds of times since he’d met you, why did this time feel different? Why did your touch make him on edge? He supposed it could be his lack of sleep, or perhaps it was just because you’d caught him lamenting about his future without you.

“What are you doing out of bed?” He questioned. He would be doing the interrogating, if you were skulking around the halls in the dark then you couldn’t be up to any good at all. Your grip on his shoulder tightened ever so slightly, the smallest indicator that he was right. You were either causing trouble or in trouble. Ominis couldn’t decide which was more likely, or which was more worrying. Before you could answer his question, heeled footsteps clicked against the stone floors heading right for you.

“Damn it. Follow me.” You whispered, your hand sliding from Ominis’ shoulder to grab him by the bicep. He blinked in surprise at your strength as you tugged him towards the stairs. He wasted no time following you all the way to the top, utterly confused. This was a dead end, whatever faculty or prefect that was heading towards you would surely find you. He supposed there were some spots at the top of the tower, under the observation deck or in the astronomy classroom… His frown deepened when he heard a door groan open in the hallway, and you unceremoniously shoved him inside. Your hand left his arm, and he paused to adjust to his surroundings.

“Where have you brought me?” He asked, curiosity cutting through his irritance. The room was filled with the most curious noises, and he could feel every pulse his wand made detecting what was in the space surrounding him. He could hear cauldrons bubbling to his left, the sound of papers flapping like wings in the air above him. Water trickled deeper in the room, and Ominis swore he could almost hear the distant crashing of waves.

“This is the Room of Requirement,” You said smoothly, “And, if you must know, I am out of bed because I was here. One of the Unicorns was foaling, and I wanted to be here in case she needed help.” Your explanation for being awake so late only gave Ominis more questions. The way you had said one of the unicorns indicated that there were several, here, in the walls of the astronomy tower. That was outrageous, even on magical standards.

“What?!”

“Er… right, I suppose a tour is in order…” You mumbled sheepishly. Ominis was stunned into silence as you guided him around the room, showing him almost every corner of the magical room. He’d heard rumours of the room of requirement before, but he had never been able to find the entrance. It deeply impressed him that you had made such a detailed place, it truly had everything a person would ever need. He realized at that moment he was very much intruding into your personal space. A hideaway you had crafted that was entirely personalized to you and your needs. It was almost as though he was in your head, every word you spoke and every telltale pulse of his wand gave him a better idea of his surroundings.

“You mentioned unicorns?” Ominis asked, his head tilting expectantly. You chuckled, your arm hooking with his. He could feel the heat of your skin through his housecoat, and his throat felt a little dry. You’d certainly never seen him like this, dishevelled and in his nightclothes. It was utterly indecent of him. He exhaled softly in surprise when the unmistakable breeze of fresh air brushed his skin, and you guided him through a doorway. One moment he was in the comfortable warmth of your Room of Requirement, the next he was clearly standing outdoors. He could hear the chirping of birds, he could smell the flowers and the unmistakable odour of animals. It was like he’d stepped out right into the Care of Magical Creatures classroom.

“Here you have it, Unicorns. Five of them now, with the new foal and all,” You said, coming to a halt suddenly, “And a family of Kneazles, a few Diricawl, Puffskeins… I rescue Magical Beasts from poachers and bring them here to one of my vivariums.” Your voice was close to his ear, your breath lightly tickling against his skin as you spoke softly. Shivers ran down his spine, and his face was heating up from your proximity. In the last year and a half you had gotten taller, and stronger.

“I… don’t know why I expected you to be lying. You’ve never told me anything but the truth.” He admitted.

“When someone suggests they’re keeping unicorns in the astronomy tower, it’s a healthy reaction to be skeptical,” You teased with a laugh that worked its way right under Ominis’ skin. “Do you want to pet them?” You asked him. Ominis nodded, and marvelled at the warm strength in your hand as you took his and held it out. The velvety nose of a unicorn nudged his palm and he found himself smiling. Sleep was the farthest thing from his mind right now, and your presence had subsided that persistent tug of anxiety in his mind.

“I’m happy to be wrong, in this case.” He said, gently working his way to the unicorn’s neck.

“Now, do you want to tell me what’s bothering you?” You asked, and Ominis sighed. He knew he could trust you, just as he knew that you would actually listen to him, but something made him hesitate. He was no stranger to feeling bashful when you were around, sometimes your presence was just so… overwhelming. Every kind word you spoke, and every time you laughed, he was reminded of your unconditional support of him during one of the most difficult times in his life. He often thought about the day after Solomon had died, when he’d broken down and cried on your shoulder. Or when you’d been abducted by Rookwood, and done the same to him, exhausted and terrified. You’d broken down and confessed everything to him that day, about your ancient magic and the quest you were on. He’d shown you his weakness, and in return you’d shown him yours.

“I suppose I’ve been rather anxious as of late…” He said cautiously, his hand running strokes down the unicorn’s soft neck, “About… well… my future. Where I’ll go after this year, what I’ll do. I-I’m worried about my family. If they bother to even try and reach out to me, I fear they won’t be… pleasant.” His heart rate quickened as he began to voice his internal thoughts that plagued him. Ominis continued to pet the unicorn who whickered softly, nudging him with its muzzle.

“I’m still listening.” You said, your shoulder brushing his as you stood next to him.

“I don’t want things to change. I don’t want to leave. As eager as I am to never brew a potion for Sharp ever again, I like the familiarity of my days. I like waking up, knowing you’ll be waiting at breakfast. That we’ll go to double charms together every Tuesday, and then work together on our assignments on Wednesday. I… I’ll have to find somewhere to live, I can’t stay with Anne and Sebastian forever. Sebastian already has plans to find a flat in London, and Anne has been courting that man from lower Hogsfield, and I-I-I…” Ominis knew he was rambling. He was floundering over every word that came out of his mouth, but you’d opened the floodgates.

“Ominis.” Your tone was patient and gentle, interrupting his stammered attempt to continue speaking. Just the way you said his name jolted his brain back into forming words.

“I am going to be alone, and I am going to be a disappointment. It doesn’t matter where I go, or what I do, I just know it. And perhaps I deserve that.” He breathed out, a horrible ache in his throat as he admitted the baseline of his worries.

“I don’t believe that for a second, Ominis.” You said, and his brows furrowed as he frowned. His hand stilled on the unicorn’s neck, earning himself an insistent nudge from the magical creature. He resumed his petting of the beast, giving you a chance to explain yourself. When you refused to elaborate, he huffed.

“What do you mean?” He demanded.

“You are going to do wonderful things, Ominis. You will not disappoint any one of us who love you, and the opinions of others are irrelevant. You are intelligent, charismatic, and very hard-working. I have no doubt in my mind you will be successful in whatever it is that you wish to achieve.” Your hand closed around his wrist. It made him feel ridiculous how much comfort your words brought him, yet made his entire body tense up with your touch.

“What if-” You cut him off with a finger over his lips, and he was frowning again.

“What ifs are not productive thoughts. You have told me many times that I am not my past, and the same principle applies to you. We’re finishing school, Ominis, we’ve still got our entire lives ahead of us.” Your hopeful tone carried so much conviction that it made his heart ache.

“Thank you.” He murmured.

“I still want breakfast with you every morning too, Ominis. I did promise you we would face it together.” You said. You believed in him, and showed no inclination to abandon him. He thought back two years, when you’d promised to face everything together. He supposed there didn’t need to be a murder to cover up between the two of you this time to still apply. In fact, he rather preferred this scenario instead. Together. He loved the word, especially when it came to you. Ominis had learned of his weakness for you very early into your meeting, and that weakness had rapidly spiralled into what he could only describe as devotion. Your hand slowly released its grip on his wrist, and he turned his hand to lace his fingers with yours. He loved how warm and strong your hands always were, especially as he found himself cold more often than not.

“I’m glad you understand.” Ominis said, giving your hand a little squeeze. His head lifted when he heard the distance chime of a clock, his brows rising in surprise at the late hour. He hadn’t realized how long he must have spent tossing and turning. Class in the morning was going to be torture.

“We should stay here tonight.” You said bashfully, your fingers flexing as though you’d pull your hand from his. He held onto your hand firmly, nodding and hoping you didn’t notice the little shiver that ran down his spine. It wouldn’t do to try and go sneaking back to the Slytherin common room now, especially with the prefects and professors lurking near the astronomy tower. That was at least the excuse Ominis was going to give himself. He followed you from the Vivarium, back into the comfortable atmosphere of the Room of Requirement, and then through the door you’d shown him earlier. You excused yourself to go prepare for bed.

Ominis took his housecoat off doing his best to ignore the knots in his stomach, climbing into the comfortable bed in the room. He tucked his wand away safely on the small table beside the bed, and got under the remarkably soft covers. They were far nicer than the scratchy things he slept with every night in his dormitory. When soft footsteps padded across the floor towards the bed, Ominis’ mouth went dry. He’d slept in a bed with others before, you wouldn’t be any different. The bed impressed slightly as you crawled in on the other side. Ominis rolled to face away from you, his face suddenly burning.

“Well… Good night.” He said a little stiffly, clearing his throat and shifting in his spot to try and get comfortable.

“Good night, Ominis.” You agreed, your voice as tight as his body felt. Silence blanketed the room, and Ominis closed his eyes willing sleep to finally tug at his overactive mind. The familiar feeling of tiredness never came, no matter how long he lay there. Instead, all he could do was lie there and listen to your breathing. It was peaceful enough, he supposed, although this whole situation was far too intimate. You rolled, and Ominis’ face burned when your hand bumped against his back before pulling back quickly with a mumbled apology. He lay there with his heart pounding violently in his chest, silently praying you couldn’t hear it. It seemed like an eternity passed, when he rolled onto his back with a loud sigh. You huffed a laugh next to him.

“You can’t sleep either.” He noted.

“Not with you tossing and turning like that. I’m surprised Sebastian didn’t stun you.” You said. He was not amused in the least.

“He did threaten to smother me with a pillow.”

“That would work.”

“Far too permanently for my taste.” Ominis rolled to face you.

“I’d try something… different.” You were close enough that your breath fanned over his face. The proximity only made the tension in his body build further.

“And what would that be?” He asked. Your warm hand reached up and ran through his hair. He let out an inadvertent groan, his skin prickling with goosebumps at the feeling of it. You slowly and carefully ran your fingers through his hair. The tension in Ominis’ muscles seemed to melt at your touch, his body visibly relaxing. Your deft fingers massaged at his scalp, slowly working your way down to his neck. Another groan slipped from his lips as the pads of your fingers traced over the sensitive skin of his neck and down onto his half-exposed collarbone. Your hands felt glorious on his skin, he leaned into your soft touch. Your fingers traced back upwards, combing through his hair again. Merlin, it felt so good.

“How’s that?” You asked, your fingertips lightly brushing along the outside edge of his ear. The only reasonable response he had was to grab you by your shirt and haul you against his lips for a hungry kiss. It was no small satisfaction to him, the way your fingers knotted in his hair and you pushed in closer. Ominis felt as though his heart was going to burst from the way your lips moved with his, and how your tongue slowly caressed his bottom lip. The small, pleased sound that rumbled in your throat as his hand smoothed over your chest went straight to the already uncomfortable strain in his pants.

He gasped as you shifted forward, gently pushing him onto his back without breaking the kiss as you leaned over him. Your tongue slipped into his mouth, taking advantage of his gasp. Ominis’ hands found your waist, snaking up under your night shirt to paw at your heated skin while his tongue met yours eagerly in long, lazy strokes. Merlin, the way you tasted. It was enough to drive a man mad, how sweet your lips and tongue were. Your fingers were at the buttons on his shirt, unbuttoning them nimbly as you trailed kisses from his lips to his jaw down onto his neck. He cursed violently when you bit down on the base of his neck and licked a stripe back up his sensitive flesh.

“Filthy little mouth on you.” Your voice was husky at his ear, your teeth lightly closing on his earlobe and your hand on his bare chest roaming down and down over his stomach towards the waistband of his bottoms. Ominis’ head tilted as he searched for your lips again, his hips bucking slightly at the groan you let out when he found them. He knew he’d chase this forever, the shivers you sent down his spine, the aching arousal you caused, the taste of your tongue… Ominis had been devoted to your mind and your heart before, but this was an entirely new beast and he loved it. A fractured moan ripped from his throat as your hand grazed along the length of his cock through his pants, the sudden friction made him absolutely ravenous for your touch. His hands roamed under your shirt, getting acquainted with every inch of your body that he could reach. Your hands, however, had gone annoyingly still.

“Please, do you want… I want…” Ominis could hardly string a sentence together. He could be embarrassed about it later, for now he just needed you to touch him.

“What is it that you want, Ominis?” You asked in a dangerous tone, your hands withdrawing from his body altogether. He was reminded of your power, and the importance you held in this world, and it sent a thrill to his heart that he was here and sharing your bed.

“You. I want you.” He breathed out, his fingers curling into your skin gripping your waist tightly. When you slid a finger along the waistband of his pants, he had to stop his hips from bucking. His heart pounded wildly in his chest as you pressed a sweet, chaste kiss to his lips and withdrew from his grip.

“You have me.” You murmured with a kiss to the corner of his mouth, then another to his jaw. He bit down on his bottom lip as you trailed kisses down his exposed chest, down and down to his belly while your hands ran down his sides. When you reached his bellybutton, your fingers hooked into his pants and he raised his hips to assist while you pulled them down. He let out a sigh as he was released from the confines of the tight cotton. Nerves coiled in his belly momentarily as he lay exposed before you, this had passed the untoward phase quite a while ago, and this would certainly change your dynamic forever.

Ominis’ nerves evaporated as your hand wrapped around the base of his cock, and you let out an appreciative hum. He choked on a moan as your warm, wet tongue swirled around the tip of his length oh so slowly. A soft sound of longing rumbled in your throat, and that sinful tongue of yours ran up the entire underside of his cock before swirling around the head again. One of his hands gripped the sheets beneath him tightly, the other flew to his hand to muffle the moans that wouldn’t stop tumbling from his lips. You pressed a delicate kiss to the tip, before taking it into your mouth. Your tongue teased along the bottom of his tip as you slowly inched towards the base. His cock throbbed at the attention, and he could have sworn he had never been this vocal before. He was leaking already over your tongue, his hips tilted upwards as you took more and more of him. Ominis was in disbelief as your nose bumped against his pelvis and you moaned, creating the most delicious vibrations.

“Please.” He panted out, and you obliged. Your head began to bob to and fro, your hands massaging up and down his thighs. Ominis was sure he’d found utopia, and then your cheeks hollowed and you sucked. He whimpered out your name, his hips bucking as the hand covering his mouth found your hair and took grip. He’s got to be drunk, he’s had to have taken some sort of drug, for this amount of sheer pleasure to be making his toes curl like this. Your warm mouth took all of him, and he was a moaning whimpering mess as his hips rose up off the bed. You were moaning too, as his hips bucked and rolled and he fucked into your mouth to aid in your efforts. Ominis had lost coherent thoughts, the only thing he was capable of thinking of was you and the pressure that was rapidly building at the base of his spine. His hand twined in your hair pushed you down further as he lost all control. You stayed in place dutifully, with your tongue caressing him and the tantalizing sucking motion sending him barrelling towards the edge of an orgasm.

“Oh.” Was the only word he could manage as one of your hands lifted to massage at his tight sack as he fucked your face. Dull nails dug into the sensitive flesh just inside his thigh, and he was gone. His entire body tensed in anticipation as he reached his peak. Pleasure exploded inside of him, his toes curling and his hands gripping tight to your hair and the bedding respectively. Ominis hips rolled into your mouth over and over again as he filled your throat with his seed. You refused to let up on him, sucking him absolutely dry until he was whimpering and twitching beneath you. He was limp on the bed when you finally lifted your head, releasing him. He could hear your heavy breathing, and a ragged little laugh. He was sure he was a sight to behold. Likely a sweaty mess, completely disheveled and a far cry from his usual tidy appearance.

“You taste amazing.” You said, your voice a little hoarse. Ominis didn’t have the energy to respond in full, instead letting out a weak sound of acknowledgement. His mind was completely clouded with thoughts of you, of the lingering grips of the pleasure you’d brought him. Gone were his worries, there wasn’t a hint of anxiety remaining in his mind. You crawled back up beside him, tucking yourself against his chest. He was conscious enough to wrap an arm around you, keeping you close. Utterly spent, Ominis’ eyes closed and he listened to the sound of your breathing until sleep began to finally tug on him. As he gave into that tug of exhaustion, he listened to you whisper words of love to him. He drifted off into a deep sleep, dreaming of all of the ways he’d show you he loved you too.

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Mallowsweet Muses PART 2 - Sebastian Sallow/Ominis Gaunt/Female! Reader

Summary: Ominis knew he was being unreasonable. He knew he was acting like a petulant child and taking out his frustrations on Sebastian purely because he was an easy target. But Merlin– his trousers were tight. There had been one goal in his mind when he came down here, and now that he’d been interrupted, his composure was slipping. He was being intentionally cruel on the off chance Sebastian would let him leave as a result.

Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, explicit content, F/M/M, polyamory themes

Full fic can be found here on Ao3! Part 1 of Mallowsweet Muses can be read here on Tumblr. Part 3 now complete!

Ominis was ready to throw himself in the lake and let the Kraken have away with him.

It had been an entire week since his unintentional bout of eavesdropping in the vivarium. One week since he had listened to you give sloppy head to Sebastian and heard the depraved comments he whispered in your ear, before he had shamelessly fucked you over the table. All with him laying not five feet away. His mind hadn’t stopped reeling from it since, and maintaining his aloof facade had proven to be more difficult than he’d originally thought.

Hell, he’d been so preoccupied with controlling his raging boner after the fact that he’d barely been able to pretend to be pissed about his Herbology notes.

Since then, he’d spent an increasing amount of time separated from the two of you. Not because he was mad– far from it, in fact– but because he was confused beyond belief at his own reaction to the whole thing.

He liked it. All of it; your muffled moaning against Sebastian’s hand, and the wet sound of him pumping into you. The almost silent scrape of the wooden table against the floor had made Sebastian’s slow and steady pace easy to keep track of, and the man’s own lust-filled groans had lit a fire in Ominis’ gut that had yet to lessen, much less disappear.

Sighing in frustration, he let go of his magical hold on his dictation quill, the feather falling to the table silently. His head tipped forward to slam down on his notebook, the dull thud echoing through the sparsely populated library around him. Ominis had managed to find a cozier corner on the second level, far from the activity that overtook the main floor, and he had been here for the better part of two hours trying to distract himself before his mind had started to wander.

Right back to you and Sebastian. His cock twitched in his pants then, demanding attention.

He groaned, “Damn it.”

Common decency overpowered his baser urges, and with a hurried flick of his wand Ominis charmed away his books and quill, stuffing his hand down his tight trousers to quickly readjust himself into a somewhat more comfortable position before he was peeling out of the library. The dorms were out of the question– too many students were likely holed up there for the weekend, and the possibility of running into Sebastian was too great. Silently praying that the two of you had gone on a date somewhere far away, he made his way to the Undercroft.

As the iron gate rose, Ominis went rigid like a deer, already about to flee as the sound of Sebastian’s voice mid-conversation registered from somewhere inside.

“I’m not sure, but he wasn’t in the dorms this morning. Imelda pretty much confirmed he was in the Great Hall early though.”

“So he’s avoiding us–” you said, before the screaming gears of the gate cut you off, drawing your attention to the entryway. Ominis could only assume as much, considering it had suddenly gone deathly silent.

You barely had time to catch a glimpse of the red glow from Ominis’ wand before he was pivoting on his heel and making a break for the exit. “Ominis, wait!”

Sebastian shot up instantly as he followed your gaze, watching with a mixture of anger and confusion as his best friend fled down the hall as quick as his legs would carry him. All week he had been trying to figure out what the hell could have caused Ominis to draw so far into himself– to the point where he would be actively avoiding his two closest companions– only to come up empty handed, everytime. The man’s ability to maintain a straight face was impressive most days, but Sebastian had grown tired of it after the third night in a row of being blown off by Ominis to ‘study’.

Who the fuck studied at midnight? Not Ominis Gaunt, that’s for damn sure. He was indisputably intelligent, but he never cut his sleep short to slave over books. Sebastian knew him too well to believe any of his half-assed excuses.

“Accio!” Sebastian expertly cast the spell as Ominis turned to escape up the stairs. It caught the material of his robe and summoned him backwards down the hall, indignant shouts and curses flying off his lips as he was unceremoniously dragged across the stone floor before coming to stop in front of you.

“Are you out of your mind, Sebastian?! What the hell is wrong with you?” Ominis shot to his feet with a piercing scowl, hurriedly adjusting his robes and smoothing out the material of his trousers.

Sebastian’s eyes darkened with obvious anger, his fist clenching around his wand as he gestured wildly. “What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?! Hiding from us all week and then sprinting to get away just now? Start talking.”

“It’s none of your concern. How dare you presume to yank me around like some common dog– not everyone likes being at your beck and call all the time, you know.”

The brunette recoiled like he’d been slapped, but all you could do was watch with wide-eyed shock as the two men’s bickering devolved into a full blown argument.

“What the fuck are you even talking about? Where is this coming from, Ominis? What did I do to piss you off so bad? Things were fine a week ago then out of nowhere you’re acting all uptight and avoiding us like the plague.”

“I wasn’t pissed until about ten seconds ago, you pompous ass! And who says I need to spend every waking moment with you? I’m allowed to have time for myself. Get off your high horse, and if you ever do something like that to me again, I’ll transfigure you into a roach and step on you.”

Ominis knew he was being unreasonable. He knew he was acting like a petulant child and taking out his frustrations on Sebastian purely because he was an easy target. But Merlin– his trousers were tight. There had been one goal in his mind when he came down here, and now that he’d been interrupted, his composure was slipping. He was being intentionally cruel on the off chance Sebastian would let him leave as a result.

“Every waking moment? What the hell, Ominis– if this is some last ditch attempt at graduating friendless, you’re going to have to do better than that– you’re not leaving until you come clean about whatever fucking resentments you’ve clearly got bottled up.”

“I said it’s none of your business. Now if you’re finished using me for target practice, I’ll be going–”

“Did I do something?” Your timid voice from somewhere to his left was like a punch to the gut, making him halt his movements. “If I did, I’m sorry. I know we’ve all been stressed because of our O.W.L.s, but if I said something last week or did something to offend you, I really am sorry, Ominis.”

Dammit. This was the worst case scenario for more reasons than one. Sebastian being pissed with him was one thing, but having you believe he was upset because of you, was unacceptable. The angel on his shoulder was smacking him for being so immature and cursing him for putting that watery tone in your voice.

You and Sebastian watched dumbfounded as Ominis threw his hands into his hair and raked the neat strands into an unkempt mess. Suffice it to say, you’d never seen him so frazzled; Ominis was normally the picture of groomed elegance on every day ending in ‘Y’, and as your eyes roamed over his disheveled form, you took in his flushed cheeks and the shaky rise and fall of his chest. When he pushed his hair back from his face, the action caused his robe to fall open further, and you couldn’t help but notice the painfully obvious bulge in his trousers.

Oh, wow.

Ominis hissed through clenched teeth, “Sweet fucking Merlin– I’m not angry with you– either of you. I’m just confused about something right now and it isn’t anything I want to bring you two into, so please, just drop it and let me leave.”

Sebastian looked exasperated. “Confused about what? Since when are we keeping secrets from one another? I thought we were past that, let us help you, Ominis.”

You started to interject, “Sebastian–”

“You can’t help me with this! For fuck’s sake— I heard you last week, alright?!”

The declaration bounced off the walls of the Undercroft, silencing you and Sebastian both as a brilliant red hue swept across Ominis’ otherwise pale cheeks. Sebastian’s mouth fell open, and you found your own cheeks warming aggressively as you cast a panicked look at him.

Sebastian’s genuine shock lasted for all of two seconds before he was schooling his expression into something less petrified, and you followed the bob of his adam’s apple as he swallowed around the lump in his throat. “You… heard us? In the vivarium?”

Ominis exhaled roughly, awkwardly shifting his weight between his feet in a combined attempt to calm the fuck down and to alleviate the mounting pressure between his legs. “Yes.”

“And you’re confused about what part of that, exactly?”

His crude remark pulled an affronted gasp from your throat, but before you could tell him to keep his mouth shut and at least try to be understanding, Ominis was replying evenly, “I’m confused as to why I liked it.”

Maybe you had imagined it, but you could have sworn the sound Sebastian made at the back of his throat was one of interest. When you looked over to him, you found his gaze trained on the tenting fabric of Ominis’ trousers, a curious glint reflecting in his eyes. Part of your mind was still reeling from embarrassment at the entire situation, but another far more shameless part of you was enthralled by your boyfriend’s reaction to his best friend’s confession.

Frankly, you would be lying if you said you weren’t a little intrigued by Ominis’ words too.

“What about it did you like?” Sebastian asked, his voice noticeably rougher than before, and you and Ominis both had physical reactions to it. While you seemed to melt at the sound, instantly enticed by whatever dirty thoughts raced through his head, Ominis tensed, visibly mulling over whether answering was worthwhile.

“Sebastian,” you injected yourself into the moment, drawing his attention back to you. The smoldering expression on his face was promising, but for Ominis’ sake, you tried to give the kind-hearted Slytherin an out. “Don’t make him any more uncomfortable than he already is.”

“I– it’s fine,” Ominis muttered, angling his head in the direction of your voice. “Does it make you uncomfortable? That I overheard the two of you?”

Did it? While the initial embarrassment was impossible to deny, there was a very big, very brazen part of you that liked the idea of having an audience. After all, hadn’t you and Sebastian both teased one another with the threat of Ominis catching you? That day in the vivarium certainly hadn’t been the first time. Suddenly your mind was flooded with fantasies of Sebastian’s hands gripping your hips, digging into the skin there to pull you back on his cock with brutal precision, before pistoning you forward to swallow around Ominis’ equally hard member.

Oh, Merlin.

Sebastian seemed to lean in closer in anticipation of your response. Heat rose to your cheeks as your gaze flickered down to the ground in an attempt to hide the growing interest on your face. “No. I don’t mind that you listened.”

“Nor do I,” Sebastian added, and when your wide-eyed stare landed back on him, there was pure mischief etched into his expression. “I kind of wish you’d said something back then, to be completely honest with you.”

Ominis reeled back a step, his blush amplifying tenfold as his grip on his wand blanched his knuckles white. “Whatever you’re playing at, stop it. I feel bad enough that I let myself behave so boorishly without your jesting. I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you both, I’ll get over it, but now you know, so please excuse me–”

“What did you like about it?” you echoed Sebastian’s earlier question, your own curiosity driven by the lust-fueled fantasies that whipped through your mind, and Ominis’ mouth hung open in silent shock. “Please, tell me. I want to know.”

“What’s the matter with you two? I’ve been ripping my hair out all week while fighting the worst urges of my life because I feel too ashamed to jerk off to the memory of what I heard– and now that you both know, you want feedback?”

“You shouldn’t feel ashamed, Ominis. If anything, we’re the ones who should be apologizing,” Sebastian threw out, his tone genuine. “I’m sorry if I ever gave you the impression I’d be angry with you over something like this. You’re my best friend– I trust you more than anyone– and if it had to be someone in this blasted school that had to hear us, I’m glad it was you.”

“Let us make it up to you,” your sultry voice came from directly in front of him this time, and Ominis’ breath caught somewhere in his throat. Nothing about the way you were speaking implied that ‘making it up to him’ wouldn’t involve his cock. For the first time since entering the Undercroft, Ominis let his hand drift south to his achingly hard member, squeezing it softly through his trousers.

Merlin’s beard– was he actually considering this? Interestingly enough, Sebastian had yet to voice his displeasure at the thought of his girlfriend handling another man’s cock– and Ominis decided that had to be the strangest thing about this whole thing. Where was the possessive, alpha-male persona Sebastian so frequently displayed when other men approached you? He was the last person Ominis imagined to be okay with sharing, so to speak.

“Why are you doing this?” It was a vague question, but one he needed to voice all the same. He needed to know this wasn’t some sick, convoluted game the two of you were conspiring to play at his expense.

“You’re clearly in a predicament, and if you really did listen for as long as you say you did, you already know she can help with that.” Sebastian purred the statement, the low growl in his voice causing the slick to build between your legs, and even Ominis couldn’t suppress his shaky exhale.

“How are you so okay with this? I can’t– I don’t want to make things awkward– I can just as easily take care of this myself.”

Your hands came to rest just above Ominis’ sternum, and he jumped at the sudden contact, his heart thrumming wildly beneath your palms. His lips parted around a small gasp as you wandered lower to the waistband of his trousers, nimble fingers dancing between the fabric and his smooth skin. “Do you really think we haven’t thought about including you before? Where do you think the dirty fantasies of you catching us came from?”

Ominis’ mind went blank for a split second when the tip of your finger gently brushed across the head of his cock through his undergarments. He hissed, “You’re telling me you’ve wanted me to walk in on you before?”

It was Sebastian who spoke next, his voice heavily laden with arousal as he watched his best friend fall apart at your touch. “Hell yeah, we’ve wanted you to join in too. Trust me Ominis, we’re more than okay with bringing you into the mix. I’ve kinda been dreaming about it for a while now.”

It was a rare treat, getting to see this side of Ominis. Sebastian could recall walking in on him jerking off once when they were younger while spending their summer in Feldcroft. The blonde boy had been spread wide on his bed, hair mused and face bright red, with one hand furiously jacking his impressively long and uncut cock while the other cradled his tight balls. The memory had stayed with Sebastian all these years, and he sincerely hoped Ominis was still as vocal now as he had been then, because his broken moans from that day had continued to haunt Sebastian with enough sleepless nights to last a lifetime.

Rational thinking failed to triumph as Ominis let himself relax into your touch, his shoulders dropping slightly when your palm came to lay flat against his cock. Your fingers pressed lightly, ghosting over the throbbing head and drawing a needy sigh from him. Sebastian moved quickly so that he was behind Ominis and wrapped his arms around the man’s slender waist, tugging him securely against his chest before his hands started to explore.

Ominis gasped at the sudden feeling, but Sebastian’s firm hold prevented him from arching away, and even if he could, you were still leaning against his front, working him into a frenzy with featherlight touches that threatened to make him combust. He was sandwiched between the two of you, effectively at the mercy of his two closest companions.

“A-Are you sure about this?”

“Absolutely,” Sebastian murmured into the crook of Ominis’ neck, and you gave the blonde’s cock one more affectionate squeeze before you were sinking to your knees in front of him in silent confirmation. “So tell us then; what did you like most about what you heard last week?”

It was impossible for Ominis to decide on one thing in particular when he felt your fingers move to unfasten the button on his waistband. The scrape of your nails over his hip bones was positively tantalizing as you swiftly tugged his trousers down to his knees. Sebastian’s broad hands slid under his shirt, trailing along Ominis’ bare torso as he gripped at whatever skin he could. When he grazed his thumb over one of Ominis’ nipples, the taller man’s breath hitched, and you watched in awe as his cock twitched against the cotton prison of his briefs.

“Fuck– I don’t know, I liked all of it,” he fought back a whine as your hands abandoned his swollen cock to slide up the sensitive skin at the back of his legs, dragging your nails softly as you went. The muscles in his stomach tensed, and he shuddered, “I liked the sounds.”

“What did it sound like?” Sebastian whispered, and when you peered up to steal a glance at him, you were pleased to find him watching you with hooded eyes over Ominis’ shoulder. The look was primal and hungry, and so at odds with the bewildered expression that Ominis bore.

Those milky blue irises pinched shut as Ominis willed himself to maintain his composure, his eagerness to have your mouth around him revealing itself in the form of his shallow panting. “It sounded wet, and sloppy. I liked listening to her choke around you, it was–”

He was cut off by a guttural moan when your hands finally returned to his front, your fingers catching in the elastic of his briefs before you were sliding the attire away oh-so-slowly.

When Ominis’ cock sprung free, he sighed with relief at the same time you licked your lips, and Sebastian was already committing the entire scene to memory because fuck– this was hot. His best friend was leaning against him while his girlfriend prepared to stuff her beautiful mouth with his equally stunning cock, and all the while, Sebastian’s own erection was standing at attention between the shapely curve of Ominis’ ass.

He really hoped he wouldn’t cum in his pants before getting a chance to see everything play out.

“Is that what you want?” You asked Ominis from your kneeled position before him. When you took his shaft in your hands to give him a testing pump, he bucked his hips eagerly to meet your touch, and a wicked smile broke out across your face that nearly brought Sebastian to his own knees.

“Yes,” he breathed. “Yes, I want that. I want all of it– your mouth and Sebastian’s hands– whatever you’ll give me, please.”

Sebastian couldn’t fight the desperate roll of hips as he ground his now solid cock against Ominis at the request, and the bold movement had the man arching his back to press harder against Sebastian while simultaneously angling his hips to grant you easier access to his leaking member. You obliged, convinced that he had waited for this long enough, and wrapped your lips around the head to give him a toe curling suck.

Ominis’ head fell back against Sebastian’s shoulder with a broken cry, his knees already trembling on either side of you— and it was a good thing Sebastian was holding him upright because you were positive he would have collapsed otherwise. Spurred on by his heady gasps, you pushed forward more, hollowing your cheeks around Ominis’ impressive length before you pressed your tongue against the sensitive underside of the head.

“Fuck– damn, that’s perfect–” he moaned his praises into empty air, the hair on his arms standing on end when he felt Sebastian crane his neck to place wet, teasing kisses along the curve of his jaw. He sucked and bit at the skin there, the sensation bringing Ominis to new heights at the same time you began bobbing your head on his cock in a steady rhythm.

There was nothing in this world that could have prepared Ominis for any of this. To go from sulking around the castle for days, to suddenly being wrapped in Sebastian’s arms with him sucking bruises into the column of his neck; all the while, you were holding your mouth fast to his cock, drawing wanton moans and breathless gasps from his lips with each stroke of your skillful tongue. It was like his wildest fantasies come to life– and for once, he refused to give a shit about the repercussions.

With a low moan, Ominis surrendered to the feelings overtaking his limp form, allowing his fingers to slide into your hair before fisting against your scalp to pull you harder onto his shaft. You were prepared for him, suppressing a gag as you allowed Ominis to stuff more of himself in your mouth, and you hummed around his pulsing cock as you brought your hands up to stroke what you couldn’t fit.

You began to suck him off like that, watching intently through your lashes as Ominis writhed under your attention and arched against Sebastian, his stomach tightening and tensing in time with each steady dip of your head. The hand he didn’t have fisted in your hair was gripping at Sebastian’s forearm for support as his hips rolled brainlessly into the even tempo of your mouth. Maybe you were crazy for thinking so, but Ominis looked rather pretty as he fell apart. He was noisy, too, gasping soft praises and breathless moans whenever the head of his cock brushed the back of your throat, and his fingers tightened in your hair at the feeling.

“You two look so fucking good right now, you have no idea.” Sebastian had paused his ministrations against Ominis’ positively wrecked neck to watch you hungrily through his hooded eyes. Your idea then was easier said than done, but you did your best to weasel one of your hands behind the curve of Ominis’ ass to grab at Sebastian’s own neglected member. Your efforts were rewarded with an unsteady groan from the freckled man, and you grinned around Ominis’ cock as Sebastian’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as you began pressing and stroking him through his trousers.

With Ominis in the way and the added difficulty of the angle, you didn’t think you were doing much to help Sebastian with his predicament. But from his perspective your eagerness to please, coupled with the rushed manner you palmed at his cock through his trousers, was more than enough to make his head spin with arousal. His hips jerked against Ominis’ backside, causing the slender man to jolt forward, and the force of Sebastian’s thrust in turn pushed Ominis further down your throat.

“Mmph–” your eyes squeezed shut, a few tears slipping out of the corners of your eyes at the intrusion, but by some miracle you didn’t choke. Instead you relaxed your throat more so you could accommodate as much of Ominis as possible, and when your nose nearly nestled against the collection of sparse hair below his navel, you heard a long string of profanities fall from the blonde man’s soft lips.

“Fuck, she’s taking you so well, Ominis– she’s drooling all over your cock, it looks fucking incredible–”

Sebastian was rutting shamelessly against Ominis, taking full advantage of your hand and the smooth expanse of his friend’s ass to chase his own pleasure. It was quite possibly the raunchiest thing you’d ever seen; both of your companions desperately crumbling above you as you worked to please them in any way you could. Your jaw started to ache around Ominis’ cock and you slowed your pace slightly, but not before your clever tongue was quickly picking up its movements to compensate.

At the same time you hollowed your cheeks and swallowed around Ominis, his fingers tightened painfully in your hair as his hips bucked against your chin. “Fuck, wait, p-pull– pull back–”

You would do no such thing.

Your hands abandoned Sebastian’s cock to grip the backs of Ominis’ thighs again, holding him firm against your parted lips as your tongue cunningly flattened along the underside of his shaft before curling along the base. The filthy, wet sounds coming from your mouth intermingled with Ominis’ shaky breaths in the air around him, and Sebastian dropped one of his arms to shamelessly stuff his hand down his pants to pick up where you had left off. It was an awkward position to get off in, but Merlin– he was desperate for some reprieve.

Sebastian tugged Ominis closer to him, boldly rutting against the other man’s body while his fist furiously assaulted the pre-cum soaked head, keening moans spilling from his freckled lips as he brought himself closer to his release. Ominis shook against Sebastian as you hummed around his cock, the vibrations finally sending him clean over the edge with a hoarse, drawn out cry of your name, and he was frantically holding you to him as he shot thick ropes of cum down your throat.

It was almost greedy, the way you drank down everything he gave you. Ominis was boneless in Sebastian’s arms as you continued to work your tongue over him, milking him dry before you were pulling off his softening cock with a sinful lick of your lips. The sight of your glazed over eyes combined with Ominis’ trembling weight pressed against him was more than enough, and Sebastian dug his teeth into the alabaster skin of his friend’s shoulder as he came all over his hand

“Fuck,” Ominis rasped as he felt Sebastian buck against him, looking like the epitome of a wet dream.

His usually neat hair was beyond mused, falling into his sweat-slick face as his head hung between his shoulders. Sebastian’s arm moved with the rapid rise and fall of Ominis’ chest, and the sight of your boyfriend shaking with pleasure while wrapped around Ominis’ lithe form had you tilting your head to the side to gauge his condition.

Safe to say, Sebastian looked seconds away from dropping to the ground with Ominis in his ironclad grip. The poor man was barely holding it together– his face was flushed, bottom lip red and swollen from him incessantly working it between his teeth, and although Ominis concealed the majority of his lower half, you knew Sebastian had to be riding out the prolonged high of his own orgasm– all from watching you suck off his best friend from over his shoulder. He caught you staring a second later, narrowing his eyes when he spied the smug look on your face. “Find something funny down there?”

Your hands were lazily stroking Ominis’ bare thighs, pulling a contented sigh from the blonde as you grinned diabolically at Sebastian. “Just enjoying the view. You look… pleased.”

“That’s a word for it,” Sebastian mused, gingerly lowering himself and Ominis to the ground, and once the safety of the stone floor was beneath his knees, his arms slid away from the slender man. Ominis sagged limply against Sebastian with an airy groan, his chest still heaving as he willed his brain to start functioning again. “Damn, I think you killed him, darling.”

You couldn’t help but smirk, feeling mighty proud of yourself, all things considered. Your voice was still a little rough as you asked, “You alright, Ominis?”

He slurred the first half of his sentence, but the second bit sounded a little like, “–fuckin superb,” which earned a laugh from both you and Sebastian. Then, Ominis was fidgeting slightly, effectively grinding his ass against Sebastian’s sensitive length still pressed against him, and the brunette hissed through clenched teeth.

“I already made a mess of these trousers, Gaunt. Proceed with caution.”

It was a real treat getting to watch Ominis’ fucked out expression sober up instantaneously following Sebastian’s statement. His blue eyes widened comically, and his hips slowly twitched back to feel the blatant wet patch between the brunette’s legs.

“D-Damn– that’s– I’m sorry,” Ominis fumbled for words as he attempted to sit forward, but Sebastian was having none of it, and quickly wound his strong arms across Ominis’ waist to keep him in place.

Sebastian pressed a hot, tender kiss to Ominis’ pulse, stilling the blonde’s attempts at escaping as you closed the space between you and the boys. You cupped your hands under the sharp curve of Ominis’ jaw to angle his parted lips to yours, and before he could register what was happening, you were there, banishing any lingering tension from his body with your lips. It was soft and delicate, yet demanding and urgent, all at once. Ominis sighed against your mouth and let his slender fingers come to wind in your hair once again, tugging you against him quickly, and he felt Sebastian reach around his shoulder to put his hands on you as well.

“Don’t apologize,” you murmured in between heated kisses before pulling away entirely to stare down at him. “It’s a pleasure having you with us, Ominis… we should do this again.”

Sebastian shot you a look of agreement over Ominis’ love-bitten shoulder, and his eyes darkened as he groaned softly from beneath you. “Can ‘again’ be right now?”

Your brows shot up into your hairline, “Are you even capable of that right now?”

Ominis roused further from his post-coital state at Sebastian’s suggestion and pushed himself upright. “Do you not want to?”

“Merlin’s beard, of course I want to. Trust me– I have a few ideas on the subject, believe it or not. I’m just making sure he isn’t spouting false promises–”

“False promises?” Sebastian chimed in indignantly from behind Ominis, and the glint that reflected in his eyes was one that guaranteed trouble. “I can promise you this, darling. You haven’t come yet, and after all that hard work, I’m sure Ominis would be thrilled to assist me in getting you off. Wouldn’t you, Ominis?”

“As long as you’ll have me,” he murmured, voice husky. “I’d love nothing more than to return the favor– you won’t end up waiting a week for it, either.”

A laugh burst from you at the same time Ominis was tugging you back towards his lips, delving his tongue into your mouth to taste more of you, and Sebastian made a keening sound deep in his throat.

“Seriously Ominis, say something next time. To think we could have done this last weekend if you’d just spoken up.”

Any retorts he could have mustered fell away at the feeling of Sebastian’s hands trailing up his shirt, and when you deepened your kiss with him, Ominis decided that if this was standard practice for being honest, he would make more of an effort to voice exactly what he was thinking in the future.

After all, his fantasies couldn’t hold a candle to the real thing. With a brief adjustment period, and maybe a few butterbeers, Ominis was certain he could get used to this sort of treatment.

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Kinktober: A Filthy Fantasy (2/2)

Notes: Thank you again to the lovely @amberlide – who graciously gave me the detailed outline of this little story and inspired me so much! Thank you for sharing your idea and letting me turn it into whatever this is. I hope I could do your idea somewhat justice! (And I'm sorry if I didn't >_>) --- (Here is Part 1.)

And I've ticked even more boxes for @kinktober2023, beware!

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader x Ominis Gaunt

Genre: Smut // Words: 4.6k // [READ ON AO3]

Warnings: NSFW! MDNI! cnc/rape fantasy. bondage. sensory deprivation. threesome. oral/vaginal (f!receiving), anal (f!+m!receiving). Dominis/Subastian.

Synopsis: After that fantasy you talked about came to pass a little unexpectedly, you find yourself in a Slytherin sandwich.

Warning: Three heads are better than one. Or something like that. Technically it's two heads that come to play here, so beware: there be smut below!

-- read Part 1 here --

A Filthy Fantasy (2/2)

The table you found yourself tied to was moving back and forth, pushed rhythmically from either side by powerful thrusts of hips – and eerily enough, you could tell who was doing what to you by now, no matter how often they would switch. By this point you were a writhing mess, covered in cum and saliva, and despite your fucked-out state, you were wondering how it had come to this.

It had started with an idea, a filthy fantasy, that you had forgotten about. Luckily your eager boyfriend had been happy to remind you and had snatched you off the streets of Hogsmeade to play out a scenario he had planted in your head about losing control, where tied to a chair and being blindfolded and at the mercy of a stranger was supposed to be sexy and scary at the same time.

It had taken you a lot of convincing until you were finally at the more or less sexy stage of this play. After he had hung you to the ceiling, ripped your clothes off, teased you with just enough touches (and a knife) to keep your mind occupied, until he had put you stomach-first on a table, forced your legs open, put a plug up your butt and fucked you completely senseless. Oh and don't forget the snake he had successfully tried to scare you with, he... or his best friend.

You remembered very clearly now that having another person in this room with him was not part of the initial plan. And yet here you were, ankles and wrists tied to the legs of the table as they both approached either side of your body. You couldn't see them and they didn't say anything, but you knew they were there. You felt one pair of hands on your hips and then suddenly there was another, much more hesitant hand on your chin lifting your head up.

While their intentions seemed rather straight-forward, you kept thinking back why Sebastian would invite Ominis to this little scene. Racking your brain, you tried to remember if you ever mentioned that little crush you had on his best friend back in your fifth year. You probably had and even though it had slipped your mind because you stopped thinking about the blond boy the moment your heart was lost to the brunette, it seemed that Sebastian's memory was impeccable.

But why would he get him involved in this?

Before you could ask yourself more questions you did not have any answers to, you felt something hard pressing against your wet folds. At this point you were quivering badly, the anticipation alone causing your slick to drip to the dirty floor below you. Your pathetic noises filled the room and unlike the last time he had taken you in this position, you were ready and wanted it and needed it, that unresolved tension in your stomach hurting more than anything he could do to you now.

He seemed to sense your eagerness and didn't wait at all as he drove his length into your tight channel, coaxing a moan out of you that was immediately silenced as you felt the tip of another cock pressing against your lips. As much as you had anticipated and somewhat imagined it, feeling and sensing and tasting it so close was highly overwhelming for you. You'd only ever had Sebastian fill you up and you were very familiar with the shape and feel of his cock, but this one felt so different and that alone seemed to spike your need for it.

Before he could do anything, you had already closed your lips around his tip and tried to suck him in deeper into your mouth. And when you heard that little moan echoing down to you, you were absolutely sure it was Ominis, even doing primal noises you'd recognize his sophisticated voice anywhere. You almost chuckled against his heated skin at the thought. Though that moment of amusement quickly disappeared as he started pushing his length all the way to the back of your throat, the grip of his fingers on your chin tightening.

You gasped and tried not to gag around him, but as Sebastian started falling into a rapid rhythm behind you, almost slamming your entire body forwards, you were practically forced right against the blond boy's groin, squirming and whimpering as you felt him press into your throat. You felt him stepping back and releasing you, giving you a tiny moment to catch your breath as you coughed and sputtered, but not enough to fully relax as he grabbed your chin and forced his tip past your lips again, holding your head up to push in deeper.

With both boys assaulting your body from both sides at the same time, you were quickly overwhelmed and barely able to breathe, yet somehow they seemed to fall into a rhythm, one would push and the other retreat and then vice versa and your body would be pushed up and down the table, until it was the table that moved over the dirty floor, creaking and squeaking as you would whimper and squeal.

And again they would drive you to heights you could almost grasp at, desperately trying to reach, but before you could, you felt them both pull out, leaving your mouth covered in saliva and precum and your cunt quivering with your wetness bubbling out helplessly. You'd hear their footsteps and before you could realize it, they had switched.

A warm, not at all hesitant hand grabbed your chin and forced your head up before you felt a more familiar cock push past your lips. Your whimper turned into a moan as you felt two delicate hands on your waist before they not so delicately pulled your body onto an eager cock that drove itself almost seamlessly deep into your clenching channel and immediately prodded at your cervix, causing ripples of goosebumps to wash over your limbs.

Despite the clouded state of your mind and the tremors rushing through you, you couldn't help but compare the two cocks currently assaulting you. What Ominis' seemed to lack in girth, he made up in length as it didn't seem to take him much to keep hitting that sweet spot all the way inside you with almost precise snaps of his hips. Sebastian's however filled your mouth with all he had and when he forced his tip into your throat, you felt him shuddering at the tightness.

You gagged around him, helplessly writhing on the table, unable to convey your discomfort in any way with your arms and legs tied to the table. All you could do was whimper and groan against him and eventually he complied and pulled back, allowing you to splutter and cough, as you took panicked breaths. He even caressed your hair gently for a moment, before he went right back into his role, grabbed your hair and forced his cock back into your mouth.

Whimpering with tears spilling past your blindfold, you gave in, trying to focus on your clenching walls instead, and indeed, suddenly, completely unexpected (even though long desired) you felt the tension inside your stomach snap and explode into tiny little pieces of light as your release washed over you, tightening your grip on the cock still slamming into you that suddenly halted and a somewhat pained groan rang in your ears.

There was a pause, even though you didn't really care as you embraced that sensation of pleasure for as long as you could, because you knew it was a rare thing to have in this situation, and you felt a jerk rushing through the body connected to the cock in your mouth – and no second later, you felt a powerful thrust pushing right against your cervix, blinding you with another explosion of bliss as you felt the other boy painting your walls with his seed, groaning deeply as he gripped your waist and shuddered against you.

You shivered, unable and unwilling to squirm as you took it all, and you didn't even notice how both of them stepped away from you once more, only when you felt and tasted a cum dripping cock pushing onto your tongue, you realized they had switched again. Almost automatically you flicked and swirled your tongue around the agitated tip, licking and sucking him clean and dry, while your quivering cunt was filled once again, pushed to its limit with more powerful thrusts.

Breathing loudly through your nose, you kept your lips strained around the throbbing length in your mouth, swallowing around him as saliva and more cum filled you to the point that you were barely able to hold it in any longer. The table scratched over the floor and pushed you firmer against the blond, as the brunette behind you picked up his pace, his deep grunts telling you that he was close as well.

He held onto your hip with one hand as you felt his other moving to your long forgotten and neglected clit and as soon as he touched the throbbing bundle of nerves, you squealed against the cock in your mouth and squirmed against the table, and together with his rough rubbing motions and the rapid thrusts you were driven into that blissful void once more, your moans and whimpers barely audible with how stuffed you were.

You felt your walls clenching tightly around him and he growled in response, increasing his tempo until he slammed into you with such a force the entire table shook and pushed against the boy standing on the other side, who grabbed your hair in support, coaxing even more noises out of you as his length slipped deeper into your throat. Your breath literally hitched and the sensation of it all pushed you right over the edge into what you could only describe as oblivion.

You barely registered how Sebastian filled you up with his seed now, mixing with Ominis', coating your insides in a thick layer of cum as he groaned with every twitch of his cock as your walls assisted in squeezing and milking every last drop out of him. The pressure on your throat lessened then and you found your mouth unoccupied again, spit and cum dripping down your chin as you took deep, shuddering breaths.

Your mind was too clouded to hear the hushed voices behind you, yet when someone pulled at the object in your ass that you had almost forgotten about, you gasped and a cold shiver rushed down your spine, bringing you back slightly. You felt a finger circling that tight ring of muscles and you squirmed tiredly, whimpering softly. Your throat hurt and was barely able to produce sounds any more and you almost knew it wouldn't manage to form words either, so instead of protesting, you just let it happen – whatever was happening.

Something cool and wet rushed over your heated skin and eager fingers massaged your rear, kneading your flesh, and then two thumbs pushed at your other hole, coaxing a strangled sound out of you as they carefully pulled it apart. You felt your walls clenching as your cunt quivered below, either happy for the break or disturbed about the attention now focusing on your ass.

You heard a groan and the thumbs halted their movements on your sensitive skin as you felt a body pushed closer between your legs, the sudden movement sending a ripple of goosebumps over your limbs.

“What are you doing?” you heard Sebastian's strained voice behind you, low and hushed, turned away from you.

“What I told you,” Ominis replied equally quiet and you couldn't help but hear an undertone in his voice you hadn't heard before. Something dark and sinister.

“That wasn't –”

“Yes, it was,” he interrupted the other boy harshly. “Anything I say, remember?”

There was a pause, then a grunt of approval. You were so invested in hearing those familiar voices while you still tried to calm your heart and breaths, that you were absolutely not prepared for what happened next. Your body was pushed forwards and your mouth fell open as a silent noise of both surprise and pain tried to push through your sore throat. Nothing prepared you for the tight pressure as you felt the tip of a cock forcing its way past that violently clenching ring of muscles.

You wailed soundlessly, pushing your head into the hard surface of the table, your hands gripping its legs so tightly you could feel your fingernails digging into the wood. A pained grunt accompanied your own noises of discomfort and you felt two hands holding onto your waist tightly as the tremors of another body pushed into yours. As he slipped deeper into your other hole, a sensation you never wanted to experience, he folded his body over yours, trying to ease the movement by slipping a hand back down to your cunt, but no touch could ease the pain you felt at the unfamiliar intrusion.

Silent tears soaked into your blindfold as he rested his entire body on your back, his hands moving up to grab and caress your face as you felt his lips on your ear, soothing you with low hums. He kissed your cheek and his words caused you to gasp softly.

“You and me both, love,” Sebastian said quietly, his voice strained and unusually tense, and for a moment you wondered about the meaning of his words, before he groaned into your ear as another force pushed you both over the table.

You felt his pain because it was yours as he pressed in deeper, burying himself in that tight space, and as he didn't move at all against you, you slowly realized that it must be Ominis who –

The image of the blond boy standing behind the brunette who was bent over just like you burned itself into your mind and the sheer fantasy of it caused your cunt to quiver some more. You couldn't even describe it, but the idea of being so connected with both boys (well that should have been Sebastian's thought as he was the one in the middle) made your legs twitch in a sort of pleasure that felt deranged and extremely arousing at the same time.

You weren't given the chance to think about it more as you felt Ominis pushing against (and probably into) Sebastian and in the wake of that move, Sebastian pressed harder into you. Your combined moans rang in your ear, the sensation so overwhelming it started to numb your senses for a moment. That rhythm continued until it turned into the rapid slapping of skin against skin against skin as they started to move in unison, and with you being the last element of this whole ordeal you could only moan and whimper and hope the table wouldn't break under the impact of those slamming hips.

At one point, Sebastian would lean back, the loss of his warm body on yours making you shiver, and put his hands on your hips as you heard him grunt and growl and moan and gasp behind you while you barely heard Ominis' noises who seemed too concentrated to guide you both to heights none of you had ever experienced.

You wished then that you could see the exertion and pain and pleasure on Sebastian's face – only a fair exchange for all the things he had done to you today. At the same time you wanted to comfort him, share the pain because you did share it already, hold him and caress him and wipe the sweat off his forehead. But alas, you couldn't, you were still the victim tied to the table, blindfolded and robbed of all control – and you could only hope it would end soon.

There was no pleasure on the horizon for you, you just knew it, despite the attempts of your body to adjust to the strange intrusion, but somehow you didn't need it. This wasn't about you any more. You remembered his words then, all those weeks ago on the couch in the Undercroft, and suddenly you realized that it had indeed been his filthiest fantasy he had tried and succeeded to convince you to do because now he was at the mercy of somebody else, he was losing control and it seemed to arouse him a lot more than it aroused you.

And that thought turned you on more than his cock pushing in and out of your ass. You wanted him to reach his release so badly, not for it to end necessarily, but for him to feel good about himself as well. Even if it had taken him a while, he had managed to coax one or two or three orgasms out of you, and it was only fair if he experienced the same.

You didn't know if it would work, but you tried to clench your insides, any muscle that could be clenched, trying to squeeze him even more as you worked your backside against him. You heard him groan deeper and louder and you knew the louder he got, the closer he was. Whimpering through your own pain, you pushed your hips upwards slightly and he only gripped them tighter, pulling and pushing them against him until you felt him shuddering against you.

Instead of burying himself as deeply as possible, he pulled out slightly then and you felt him throbbing around your tight skin as he pumped his seed into you, the warmth of it not quite soothing the burning sensation the constant friction had left in you.

Without warning he fell onto your back then, knocking any air out of your lungs as you gasped and screamed breathlessly when he drove himself deeper once more, his own groans loud in your ear as he tried to scramble to lean on his elbows, easing the weight on you as you felt his body pushing against yours rapidly, the force standing behind him slamming into him roughly. Holding your breath, you turned your head slightly, blindly leaning in until your lips brushed against his cheek.

He cradled your head between his hands as he kissed you softly, or at least tried to as the thrusts that shook both of you pushed you over the table and away from each other's mouth every time. As his breaths became erratic, you felt him removing your blindfold and after you squinted and blinked several times, you felt nothing but pure relief when you finally saw his face next to you. A tired smile tugged at your trembling lips and he only pushed his mouth onto yours, moaning softly into you as the tremors rocked both of your bodies.

He leaned his cheek against yours as he gave himself to whatever happened behind him. The movements halted then, aside from a few deep shudders vibrating through you, you felt him buried deep within your tight space, the warmth and texture of his seed soothing your insides, and only then did you hear a loud groan coming from the blond boy who was usually too reserved to even sneeze too loudly. Despite your pain and discomfort and overall exhaustion you had to stifle a laugh at the thought.

You saw Sebastian crack open an eye as he noticed the shaking of your shoulders and he raised an eyebrow, his heavy breaths hot on your wet skin. You just pressed your lips together and shook your head. Behind you, you could see Ominis shifting and seeing the boy on top of you shuddering one more time, you could only imagine that he was undoing their connection. You heard him inhale deeply, then his footsteps walking around the table.

When you looked up at him, you saw him getting dressed again, his cheeks flushed and his usually immaculate hair slightly dishevelled – and you were glad he couldn't see the state you were in, which must be way, way worse. His pale eyes flickered through the room unseeing, before he cleared his throat.

“Well, uh, happy birthday, and I hope for both of your sakes that we will never talk about this ever again!” he said stiffly and then proceeded to leave through the door.

You stared after him in confusion, before your eyes moved to the boy still lying on top of you, smirking at you. “Happy birthday?”

He leaned closer and kissed your cheek. “Yes, happy birthday, love, did you like your surprise?”

With a chuckle shaking through your sore body, you pressed your forehead into the table. “You can't be serious...”

“Deadly serious,” he whispered and leaned up then, the motion causing you to gasp in pain as he shifted inside you. “You'd be even more surprised that it didn't take quite as much convincing to make Ominis help as you might have expected. He was... rather eager.”

You raised your eyebrows and turned your head as far as you could as you watched him out of the corner of your eye. “Really? I wonder why that is...” you grinned at him and witnessed him blushing even more. In response he slapped your ass cheek, coaxing a shriek out of you, before he pulled out of you in a more or less swift motion that made you grit your teeth. You felt his seed dripping past your clenching muscles.

Meeting your gaze with an almost shy smile, he then bent down to untie your ankles, before he walked around the table and did the same to your wrists. As he gently lifted you off the table and onto his arms, you inhaled deeply, trying to ignore the sorry state of your body.

“I must look horrible,” you whispered and started wiping at your cheeks and mouth, before he stopped you by pushing his lips against your damp forehead.

“You're beautiful,” he said quietly, his eyes boring into yours, adding another layer of red to your flushed face. “Especially when you're covered in cum,” he added and you growled in indignation.

“It's not all yours, you know?” you snapped back once you were past the initial embarrassment. “Never thought you'd be okay with that.”

“Well,” he said sheepishly and shifted you in his arms, luckily not setting you down on the hard table because you just knew you wouldn't be able to sit comfortably. “It was for a good cause, wasn't it? And sometimes certain things come with a little bit of sacrifice.”

You scoffed loudly and snuggled against him, one arm lazily draped around his neck. “So, how did that sacrifice feel for you?”

He winced visibly at your words and avoided your eyes for a moment, before he leaned down and kissed your cheek, trying to hide the blush on his. “Let's just say, I am sorry for forcing you to do it. Had I known –”

You stopped him by grabbing his chin and tilting it towards you. Meeting his surprised gaze, you smirked at him. “Let's not talk about that any more, okay?” you whispered and shifted a little in his grasp as your body fought against your desire to forget about the ordeals you went through. He nodded and leaned in to kiss you gently. You stroked his cheek. “I also have the feeling that Ominis is the one who got the most out of this little endeavour...”

“I suppose so,” he admitted with a chuckle. “But trust me, I enjoyed myself as well... to a certain point,” he added quietly, before his gaze turned more serious. “You didn't, right? At all?”

You licked your lips and tilted your head, thinking about it. “Well, a little. A lot when I had the attention of two boys at once, that was... interesting, to say the least,” you said with a sly twinkle in your eyes. “But before and after that, well, it was an experience, to say the least.”

“You don't hate me for it?” he asked, genuine concern washing over his features.

You smiled at him. “I might have in-between, but I don't any more, don't worry,” you whispered and pressed your lips to the corner of his mouth. He didn't seem convinced and slightly hurt at your honesty. You grabbed his face and kissed him deeper. “Trust me, despite it all, I still love you with every single fibre of my hurting body!”

He watched you for a long while, before a smirk tugged at his lips. “I'm glad,” he whispered. “And I love you too, despite all the horrible things I did to this beautiful body of yours...”

You chuckled softly and leaned against him. “I know...”

Sebastian kissed your forehead with a loud exhale and carried you to the other side of the room, where he slowly and gently put you to the ground. Your feet hit the dirty floor and you still held onto him firmly because you didn't trust the strength of your trembling legs. You didn't even think about your other aches.

“By the way,” you said as you watched him rummage through the pile of clothes on a nearby crate before he retrieved his wand. “What happened to that snake?”

He looked at you with a frown, before he grinned. “Safe and sound in one of Ominis' pockets I'd assume. You know that was my idea and I'm not so sure he liked it very much. He's very protective of his little pets...”

“You know that I hate snakes, right?” you then told him as you watched him moving his wand over your soiled body, gently cleaning the mess caked to your skin.

He halted his movements and frowned deeper. “I know now,” he said, sounding genuinely concerned. “I'm sorry, I thought... with you dating a Slytherin and all...”

You laughed, having had the same thought. “Well, you are not a snake, you know? I don't mind pictures of them, but having them so close to me, moving over my body like that,” you stopped and shivered visibly. “No, thank you.”

He caressed your cheek gently and smiled softly. “Good to know,” he said quietly and leaned over you to kiss the top of your head before he continued cleaning you up. “I'll also assume you won't like to experience anything like this ever again, correct?” he asked, almost a little hesitant.

You watched him, biting your lip. “Well, I can't say I don't like surprises,” you admitted eventually, turning around as he focused on your backside. “But, you know, as long as I don't end up in damp basements any more, I'm okay with... well, learning new things.”

As soon as you finished talking, he had grabbed your shoulders and spun you around quickly, before you found yourself pressed against his chest, gasping for air. “That's why you are the best girlfriend I could ever imagine!” he whispered happily into your ear as he hugged you tightly.

You embraced him back gingerly, inhaling deeply. “Yeah, let's see how much you like me tomorrow when I'll whine and complain to you about how much my bum hurts!”

His laugh echoed through the room and filled your aching body with a warmth that almost eased your unwavering discomfort. Almost. “Let it all out, love, that's what I'm here for.” His hand moved down your back then and teased between your ass cheeks. You flinched and squirmed in his embrace. “That and pushing you to your limits, over and over again!” he purred and moved his fingers down the curve of your body until he grabbed your quivering cunt, ready to make you feel good again.

You groaned and gave up fighting against him as a chuckle escaped you. “You're insufferable...” you mumbled against him.

“And you love it!”

He did have a point.

End notes:

THE BIRTHDAY THING: I have two theories about that and as I couldn't fit in both and couldn't decide which one was better, I left it out and so maybe that's why you're confused about the Happy Birthday stuff. Well, lemme tell you: 1) It was not reader's birthday and Sebastian told Ominis that it was to convince him to join them, and 2) it was reader's birthday and they forgot about it and both Seb and Ominis had planned it long enough and that is why it took several weeks for that scene to play out. - I do prefer 1 tbh, sounds like a thing Sebastian would do... xD

And I know there are a lot of vague implications and I don't know if it even matters, but when Ominis says "Anything I say", he means that was his condition to join them: that Seb would do anything he said - hence, well, what happened.

So, uh, also: my first (sorta) Sebinis, Throuple, whatever you want to call that – was certainly interesting to write. I don't have Ominis in my writings often (or ever) so I was a little anxious. And to be honest: I think I did him a little dirty. He is more than Ominis "The Force" Gaunt and after re-reading that scene over and over again I feel as if the reader is mocking him, but they are not, I swear! Just surprised what cute little Ominis is capable of... Hmm, I hope that is just in my confused mind and you didn't feel too appalled by my poor rendition of him.

Oh by the way: this amazing fanart by @celerydays inspired me to write that scene like that, wish I could have gone into more details on the two boys, but alas, our protagonist was blindfolded and turned around, so no juicy details this time.

Thank you for reading my filth!

HELLO AGAIN! There is now a part 3: Aftercare!

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