#mc x leander prewett

[blueraineshadows]

So.....Leander smut? I don't have a creative prompt. Maybe a little game of spin the bottle. Maybe a heated match of summoner's court. I think he'd be pretty eager to please MC, though.

Bring on the Leander smut.... 😉🔥

Thank you for your request 🙏 💜

It's Not A Date

Leander Prewett x F!MC - NSFW 🔞 🌶

Long fic, smut, oral sex, virginity loss

The sun was warm today, the first real summery weather up in the Highlands, and MC had long since discarded her robe and jumper. She brushed her hair back from her face and aimed at her ball on the Summoners Court board. She was under pressure to nail this turn. She needed the points. If she lost, then she owed Leander a butterbeer.

Her eyes flicked towards her opponent as he stood casually to one side, he too had discarded his robe and jumper, his shirt sleeves were rolled to his elbows and his tie was hanging loose. It was unusual for Leander to look so casual. Usually, he was smart, neat, a little too controlled even. At the moment he looked almost dishevelled, and MC realised that she kept staring.

Had his shoulders always been that broad? And his hands...long fingered, graceful, as they held his wand. She'd never really paid much attention before, but today, she found herself oddly distracted. It showed. She was losing, and she hated to lose!

Clearing her throat and dismissing her thoughts, she concentrated on her aim. She had taken Leander up on his offer of making this game more interesting, she had accepted the bet thinking she had it nailed. Now, she wasn't so sure.

"Accio!" She urged her ball into a roll, it rumbled down the board and as she released the spell, she immediately hunkered down, head in her hands. She didn't even need to look as the ball headed right for her, rolling off the edge with a thump onto the grass and stopping right in front of her.

She heard Leander's chuckle and shook her head. His booted feet appeared within her sight and she looked up, a grim smile of defeat on her face. He was holding out a hand towards her, long graceful fingers slightly splayed. She stared at his hand for a moment and noticed a thin white scar near his thumb. She wondered how he had come by it. She realised that despite being his class mate for almost three years, she knew very little about him.

"I reckon you lost this game on purpose," he said. He couldn't hide the delight from his face at his win. "It's almost as though you wanted to buy me a beer. I'd call that a double win."

She sighed and took his hand, her small one lost in his grip as he pulled her up to her feet. "Well played, Prewett," she said. She poked him in the chest. "And I never lose on purpose. When do you want to claim your debt? Tonight?"

He smiled and nodded. "It's a date."

"Not a date," she said, grinning as she jabbed her wand towards him. She bent to collect her discarded robe. "It's a debt owed."

"Whatever you say, MC," he chuckled. "I'm still calling it a date."

....*....

"I can't believe you're going on a date with Prewett." Imelda looked positively repulsed. "Why?"

MC groaned and threw her head back in frustration. "It's not a bloody date! How many times?!"

Imelda folded her arms and leant against her bed post, one eyebrow cocked, skeptical. She watched as MC pulled another blouse from her chest and immediately discarded it. "You're sure making a meal out of choosing an outfit for this non-date," she said. "Anyone would think you wanted to look pretty for him."

MC ignored her, and she ignored the way her cheeks were growing hot at those words. It wasn't a date. It really wasn't. But none of these blouses looked good enough. She screwed up a perfectly good one and threw it back into her trunk with a sigh. She looked over at her smirking friend. "Help me," she sighed.

"I thought you'd never ask," Imelda said.

....*....

Leander paced along the path of the gardens near the north gate exit. He was clicking his fingers and then slapping his hand against a clenched fist, over and over, a nervous habit. He had teased MC about this being a date, which it wasn't, but he sure felt like it was one. He was so bloody nervous!

When he had made the bet about her buying him a drink, he had fully expected her to tell him to do one, but she had agreed, and with a smile no less. Just lately, she had been around him a lot more, they had actually been talking. He rather liked it, he liked her.

He blew air through his lips and told himself for the millionth time, don't fuck this up, don't be an idiot. Garreth had slapped him on the back and told him to just be himself. That was alright for him to say, Garreth had a knack for making MC laugh. She liked Garreth. He wasn't so sure she even liked him, and couldn't believe this was actually happening. He stopped pacing. Shit, what if she never showed?

Footsteps on the path made him turn, his hands stilling immediately, the palms turning clammy in an instant. He swallowed. Fuck, she was so pretty! Her smile was bright as she headed for him, her step light, almost excited.

Her hair was loose and soft about her face, and she wore a navy blue blouse, the collar open a little. Surprisingly, she wasn't wearing a skirt. Instead she wore dark, tight fitting trousers that hugged her hips. He couldn't help but stare at her curves, soft, sexy...gods this didn't help with his nerves. Eyes on her face, idiot!

"Hi, are you ready?" She asked.

He nodded. "Definitely," he said. "You look lovely, by the way."

A blush swept over her cheeks. "Thank you, that's very sweet of you to say."

Remembering his manners, and trying hard not to stare, he offered her his arm. "I know this isn't a proper date, but what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't escort you properly. Shall we?"

She immediately slipped her arm through his, and he couldn't help but look down at their linked limbs, still a little amazed that this was real.

....*....

So far, the chat had been about classes, exams, and their mutual friends. Easy, simple. He was nailing this. When she had paid for their drinks she winked at him, her smile making his stomach feel all fluttery and weird. "Consider the debt paid," she said.

"You're not going to turn around and run out the door now, are you?" He asked.

She huffed a laugh. "Don't be daft, of course not. Shall we get a table?"

They found a table and settled into seats, his knee grazed against hers and she glanced down. He muttered an apology, cursing his long limbs.

"Just how tall are you?" She asked.

"About six foot," he said. "I take after my dad. Mum is rather small in comparison. When I was tall enough, I started to pat her on the head and call her cute. She hates it!" He chuckled. "She isn't above giving me a slap on the arm for it either, but I still get away with it the odd time."

MC smiled, and there was something almost wistful about it. "Do you have any siblings?"

"An older brother, George, he is married now. Muriel, my sister, is a 3rd year. She is a right little scamp," he smiled, fondly. "She's a Gryffindor as well."

"I wonder what they would say about you sitting here with a Slytherin," she said. She picked up her drink. "You're socialising with the enemy."

"Keep your enemies close and all that." He gave her a cheeky wink. MC swallowed her beer quickly, her eyes darting away from his. The beer left a frothy line on her top lip, he stared, the unbidden thought of sucking it clean entered his head. She had very kissable lips.

"Erm, you've got..." Leander waved a finger in the direction of her mouth, before pointing at his own, hating how flustered and stupid he sounded. "Foam on your...on your lip."

"Oh," she said. She put her fingers to her mouth, wiping away the beer froth. She then slid her fingers into her mouth and sucked away the froth she had gathered. Leander stared, lips parted as she did so. Why was that so fucking sexy?

He felt heat flooding everywhere, it felt like a complete body flush and the collar of his shirt felt quite restricted all of a sudden. His cheeks were burning. She gave him a little smile that, if he wasn't mistaken, was rather cheeky, flirty. He had the urge to start clicking his fingers again, nerves creeping back in.

"So, tell me about yourself, what do you like to do in your spare time?" She asked. "I feel like I hardly know you."

And so they fell into easy chatter again, and he found himself opening up a little, telling her stories about his family, and she actually laughed at his jokes.

After their third butterbeer, Leander came back with two tankards of a different drink.

"What is that?" MC asked, giving it a sniff.

"Some kind of summer punch," he said. "Sirona called it a cocktail."

MC took a sip and ran her tongue over her lip. She hummed in appreciation. "Oh, that's good."

"I thought it was worth a try. I ordered some shots of firewhiskey too."

MC tilted her head, playfully. "You're not trying to get me drunk, are you?"

"Maybe," he grinned. "Please tell me you're not a messy drunk. Will I end up carrying you back to the castle?"

She leant in to give his upper arm a squeeze, and he immediately tensed, not to impress, but because she had willingly touched him. "I reckon you could handle it."

He looked at where her hand had touched. His smirk was a little naughty, he couldnt help himself, she was riling him up. "Feeling touchy are we?"

She giggled and leant to whisper to him. "Maybe I'm a flirty drunk."

He looked at her, his heart pounding. "Well, tonight just got very interesting."

She held a finger up in front of him, adopting a serious face. "Not a date, remember?"

"How could I forget when I have you to remind of it," he said. He focused on her finger and took hold of her hand. He turned it over, his thumb grazing her skin. He just had to touch her, his fingers ached for it. "You have rather small hands."

"That's only because yours are big," she said. She put their palms together. "See?"

He studied their hands, sliding his palm against hers a little before linking his fingers through hers. "I like your hands," he said, softly. He wasnt lying. He did like them. "Cute, but deadly."

If someone had told him he would be sitting here, rather tipsy, and holding hands with MC, he would never have believed it. But here she was, holding his hand, smiling.

She smoothed her thumb over his skin and he resisted the urge to moan at that simple touch. She had him all needy and he bit his lip, worried he was going to say something stupid and then she would let go.

"How did you get this?"

"Oh, that," he groaned, looking down at the scar on his thumb. "A rather unfortunate incident with a chomping cabbage. Nurse Blainey had to reattach my thumb."

MC slapped her other hand over her mouth as a giggle burst out. "I'm so sorry, that's not at all funny."

"Not at the time, no," he said, smiling. "What about you? Any interesting scars?"

"Actually, loads," she said. "I got most of them in 5th year. I've got Sebastian to thank for this one..."

His eyes widened as she tugged her blouse from her waistband at the side and lifted the material to show off the rather spectacular mark that adorned her waist. The flesh was puckered white in swirls and jagged bolts, but around it, her skin was creamy and smooth. Fuck, he wanted to touch her.

He leant down to inspect the swirl of the scar, it was strangely beautiful. "Sallow did that?"

"Not on purpose," she said. "He was so very sorry, poor guy. We were doing a bit of duelling practise, fucking around, like you do. He caught me with a Confringo spell."

His eyes met hers, envy clenching his stomach. Fucking Sallow, always having to be the best at everything, duelling, spells, flirting. Sallow always had a line of girls waiting to speak to him, and since MC had arrived at Hogwarts, she had been a permanent fixture at his side. Even wounding her to this extent hadn't put her off him.

It made him want to clench his fists.

"You and him did a fair bit of fucking around if the rumours are to be believed." He hated how bitter he sounded, his envy a writhing thing.

MC gave him a secretive smile. "I don't kiss and tell, Leander."

"So, are you still fucking around with him?" Maybe he didn't want to know, the thought of her and Sallow...No, he needed to know. Was it even worth his time trying to flirt with her?

She leant in a little closer, her face inches from his. He could smell her perfume, see the detail in her eyes. He licked his lips. Her voice was low, teasing. "Why, are you jealous?"

Insanely jealous. It made the truth spill from his lips. "I think you are more than aware that I fancy you, MC," he said. "You're very beautiful."

Her gaze dropped to his mouth, something hazy and dangerous flickered in her gaze. She shifted in her seat, fidgeting, and her teeth grazed against her lower lip. Fucking hell, he was getting turned on, he felt his cock twitch in his pants. The danger of getting a boner was very real right now.

Then she sat back in her chair, grabbing her drink and downing the contents. The moment was gone. He let out a breath he hadn't realised he had been holding and twirled his drink on the table top, trying to think about anything else to distract himself from her full lower lip.

"What about you?" She blurted, breaking the stretch of quiet between them. "Are you seeing anyone?"

He shook his head. "Nope, no-one."

"Good," she said. His eyes widened. She blushed. "I mean, its good to keep your options open."

Confused, he studied her for a moment. "Are you alright?"

She put a hand to her head. "Excuse me a moment, I need the little witches room."

He watched her go as she went to the bathrooms, those tight trousers of hers hugging her backside in ways that made his groin ache. He rubbed his face with his hands. He didn't have a clue what was going on here.

Maybe he needed to cool off, take a step back. How many times had he blown it with a girl? Too many times, an embarrassing amount. He always put his foot in it somehow, and he didn't want to do that with her. She was alright, for a Slytherin.

....*....

Her reflection gazed back at her in the bathroom mirror. She wasn't even that drunk. It wasn't the alcohol making her hot and flustered, it was him! Fucking Leander Prewett, with his broad shoulders, and his hands...mmm fuck, she was obsessed with those hands! She pressed her own hand to her lower abdomen, a burning sensation building as she imagined the things he could do with those long fingers.

Merlin, she was hot, too damn hot. She washed her hands and took a deep breath. Time to go back and rejoin him. She needed to calm the fuck down.

He was sitting waiting, two shots of firewhiskey on the table. She eyed them and he grinned. "I figured we could have one more for the road."

"Ready to leave?" She asked. "Was it something I said?"

"It's almost closing time," he replied.

She glanced around the bar surprised, had they been here that long? The customers had certainly thinned out and Sirona had put chairs up on the tables at the far end.

"Fair enough," she shrugged. She picked up her shot and threw it back, relishing the burn as it went down. She banged the glass back into the table and leant towards him. "Your turn."

His gaze never left hers as he did the same. She watched his throat work as the whiskey went down, heat stirring within her. She almost needed to clench her thighs, she was that horny.

They left the pub and began to walk, the night cool, but not cold. Then, MC suddenly stopped. He had been just behind her and he collided with her shoulder. "Oops, sorry...everything alright?"

Her heart pounded. She fucking wanted him! It was eating her up, making her pulse flutter, she spun to look up at him, her breaths quickening.

How had this happened? She realised she didn't care. She grabbed the front of his jumper and dragged him down towards her mouth. She heard his swift intake of breath before she pressed a smacker of a kiss on his lips. He froze, clearly shocked.

She chuckled and flicked her tongue against his lips playfully. "Mmm, want me to do that again?"

His stuttered gasps were fuel to her fire. "Yes, please."

She wanted to jump his bones and kiss the fuck out of him, but there was something very sexy about his nervousness, it was cute, submissive, and it unfurled the mischievous tease in her.

She caught his bottom lip with her teeth, oh so gently, and tugged, oh so carefully. His little whimper was deeply satisfying. Her lips curved into a slow smile. "Oh, I'm going to enjoy this," she whispered.

"Y...you are?"

MC moaned and kissed him again, her hands wrapping up behind his neck. This time he responded, his hands gently touching her waist as a moan of his own sounded in his throat. It was a torture to keep her kisses tame, but she did. She teased the fuck out of his lips, loving every desperate little noise he made.

She smirked and put her hands over his, sliding them downwards until he was holding her arse. She could hear his desperate pants for breath, the stunned look on his face so adorable and sweet. "Do I feel good?" She asked.

His fingers carefully squeezed and he groaned. "Fuck, yes..."

"Want more?" She nipped at his bottom lip again. He nodded, quickly, going in for another kiss.

She giggled and wriggled free of his grip.

"What...MC?" He frowned.

She crooked her finger at him, her eyes teasing. "If you want more, you're going to have to catch me."

Her stared at her, lips parted, eyes wild. She slowly licked her lips, backing up from him. Then she blew him a kiss. "Come get me..."

She turned and ran.

....*....

His mind was actually spinning. When she had kissed him, he had frozen in utter shock. MC, Hero of Hogwarts, one of the best damn duelists in the school, fucking beautiful beyond belief, and she was kissing him.

As she taunted him to come and catch her, her eyes promising more, and oh gods he wanted more, he realised he would literally do anything that she wanted. He was in the palm of her hand.

And she was getting away from him. Run, you idiot! He took off after her, the excitement and adrenaline a heady mix. He could hear her giggles, the tap of her feet on the cobbled path. He caught a glimpse of her disappearing around a corner and sped up.

She was waiting for him. She grabbed a hold of him, shoving him up against the wall, and she was bloody strong. "Fuck!" He gasped. And then she was pressing those delicious curves against him, her mouth on his neck. His eyes rolled back, moans spilling from his lips as she sucked at him. "Oh, gods...fuck!"

All of his blood rushed to his cock, desire making him burn, all thoughts wiped clean except for her and what she was doing to him. She bit his earlobe with sharp little teeth, he hissed, but then she licked it all better. Gods.

"Still want more?" She whispered. Her breath hot against his ear.

He gripped her hips and pulled her real close, she moaned and rolled against him. A gasp escaped her lips and she looked down. "Fucking hell, Leander," she groaned. "It's not just your hands that are big!"

Colour bloomed across his cheeks and he was grateful it was night, even his neck was burning. He couldn't stop the whimpers as she began to grind against him, his cock twitching and fit to burst. He closed his eyes, unable to watch her, knowing that if this continued for much longer he was going to blow his load. Cold showers, history of magic, anything, just don't fuck this up!

Then she was pulling away, giggling, tugging playfully at his jumper. "Now, now, Leander, the fun isn't over yet. I'm just getting started," she said. "That was a freebie, this time you have to catch me."

Fuck! She was running again. He groaned, breathless with want, she was actually going to kill him!

She was fast, and nimble, for such a little thing. Her hair spun out around her as she darted around corners, those trousers hugging her curves distracting him as he tried to make a grab for her. Twice, his fingers brushed against her, but she was slippery, giggling and teasing as she danced out of his grip.

They crossed the river and ran down the path before she disappeared into the graveyard. He came to a stop at the top of the steps, puffing, scanning the graves, there was no sign of her. He frowned. "MC?"

A low hung mist was gathered in the corners, he stepped slowly along the path, listening out for her. This place was bloody creepy at night, he shivered and tried calling for her again.

He felt a tap on his shoulder and bit back a scream, he flinched and spun, drawing his wand on instinct. She gasped, her smile pure wickedness. "Oh, Leander," she said, teasingly. She pushed a finger lightly against the tip of his wand. "Is this you saying you wanna play rough?"

Fucking hell. He actually gulped. MC slowly pushed his wand down and out of the way before stepping up close to him. He was rooted to the spot, unable to do anything but watch as she trailed a hand over his chest, and then down.

His lungs had already been working hard from the running, and now, as her fingers teased a trail along the hem of his jumper, he thought he might get dizzy from how breathless he was. Then she slid a hand up underneath, tugging out his shirt, cool fingers grazing up over his abs.

She swept the palm of her hand over him, making him tremble. "Put your wand away, Prewett," she whispered.

He obeyed, immediately. She smiled. "Kiss me."

He was getting desperately close to losing his mind. He claimed her mouth, hungry for her, he had earned it. She parted her lips and allowed him access, moaning into his mouth. Gods, she sounded so damn sexy. He slid his hands into her hair, loving the silky softness of her tresses. He wrapped his fingers into it, holding her head at the perfect angle to kiss her deeply.

When she pulled back from him, he held her by her hair, determined to not let go. "Don't you dare fucking run again," he said.

She chuckled. "Oh, I'm not going anywhere," she said. "Not until I get what I want."

He panted, staring at the way her eyes glittered in the dark, more turned on than he had ever been in his life. "And, what do you want?"

"I want this brave Gryffindor to come play in the dark with me," she said. She tugged at his waistband and he grit his teeth, cock aching. She leant in to lick his throat. "Come play with the enemy."

"In a graveyard?" Who was he kidding? He'd do it anywhere she asked him at this point.

She grinned, finger tips drawing circles on the sensitive skin of his waist. She started to back up, taking him with her. They left the path, her fingers making quick work of his trouser fastenings. In a deeply shadowed corner, he found himself pressed up against the wall of a mausoleum.

Her kisses were slower, her tongue swirling seductively against his. He was just melting, utterly in her hands, moaning in bliss as she slid a hand into the opening of his trousers. He forgot about the graves, couldn't give a fuck if they were seen by a late night visitor, because she was wrapping those deadly little hands around his cock and stroking.

He shuddered, drowning in the feel of each rub. "Fuck, yes," he whispered. He rolled his hips, pushing his cock harder against her touch. It felt so good. He whimpered when she let go, but she was tugging his jumper up, tossing it aside so she could work on his shirt buttons.

His hands were in her hair again, sighing softly as she kissed his chest, her tongue swirling over a nipple. She went lower, and he began to twitch with anticipation as she got down on her knees.

Now that was a fucking priceless sight.

When her hot, wet mouth slid around his cock, he thought he could die right there and then. Join those in the graves and be the happiest bastard in the world. His moans grew louder, his hips flexing as she sucked and licked, her hand sliding to cup his balls. "Fucking hell...I'm gonna...mmm. Bloody hell, MC."

She sped up, he gave a cry, his head falling back against the stone. He was seeing fucking stars. She took him deep, so deep he could feel her throat constricting around his head. And still she fucked him. His fingers gripped her hair, he didn't want to hurt her, but by fuck, he was losing it.

He groaned, deep and desperate as he came, his cock pulsing madly as he unloaded into her throat. He felt the lick and slide of her tongue, his fingers releasing his hold on her hair as he slumped against the stone wall.

She stood, smiling wiping at her mouth. "Have I been a good girl?" She asked.

He moaned. "Yes, the fucking best."

She wrapped her arms about his waist, her lips gentle as she pressed a kiss to his chest. She ran the tip of her nose upwards, kissing his collar bone. "I'm not finished with you yet though, Prewett," she said. "Still up for a bit more?"

She looked up at him, utterly beautiful. How the fuck had he managed to be in this position? Honestly, he was never this lucky. He was always second best. Tonight, somehow, he was winning, and there was no way he wanted it to stop.

"What did you have in mind?"

....*....

MC moaned, head back, Leander's mouth on her neck. Her blouse was open, marks of passion littered over her breasts and chest. One of her legs was free, the other had her trousers and knickers pooled at the ankle. And, she had been right about Leander's fingers. She bit her lower lip, grinding against his hand as he rubbed and fucked her.

He had wanted to please, asking her what she wanted, and fuck, he was delivering. She was so fucking wet, the edge of her release quivering ever closer.

Panting and writhing she fisted her hand into his hair as his mouth tortured a nipple, the peak hard and sensitive against his tongue. "I love that tongue," she sighed. "What else can you do with it?"

Then he was on his knees, her bare leg over his shoulder. She looked down, eyebrow raised. Fuck, her leg looked pretty good slung over him like that, his face buried in her folds. A deep moan left her as his tongue swirled and flicked. "Oh, yes...Leander..."

She began to tremble, biting back the need to cry out loudly as she came. Leander gripped her bucking hips tightly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.

He stood up, hastily wiping his mouth. "Gods, let me fuck you," he said. His hands smoothed up from her hips, his eyes glazed as he cupped her breasts. "You're fucking amazing."

She smiled. Oh, she would absolutely let him. She'd already had him in her mouth, and the size of him had her eager for more.

He kissed her, deep, slow, and she felt the nudge of his arousal. She wrapped her hand around it, pumping, soaking up his little groans. He moved closer, fumbling a little as he tried to hold her steady and line up against her.

They wobbled, almost losing balance, and she giggled, clutching on to him. A thought struck her and she put her hand to his face. "Leander, look at me," she asked, softly. He did. "You have done this before, right?"

He hesitated, a conflicted expression on his face. She didn't want him to put a brave face on it and lie. No matter how much she had teased and played with him, she didn't want to hurt him.

"Tell me the truth," she said gently. "First time is a big deal, I wouldn't want to spoil it for you."

He let out a quick breath and shook his head. "Believe me, you are fucking brilliant, MC," he said. "As first times go, this is hot!"

She kissed him, softly. She moved to press kisses along his jaw, gentle, moving up to his ear. "Sit down," she whispered. "I'm going to sit on your lap."

Sitting with his back to the mausoleum wall, MC straddled Leander. Her approach was different now, but she was still aching for him, turned on at the thought that she was his first. Grateful for her experience, she took her time, taking his hands to show him as she lined him up and eased herself on to him.

She moaned at the stretch, easing him slowly with gentle thrusts. It was tight, really fucking tight, and she actually felt it sting a little.

Leander was gasping, gripping her hips now, staring at down at where they were joined. "Oh my...fucking hell...I...gods..."

She rolled her hips, her walls relaxing around him, taking him really well now. She risked going a little faster, her hands going to his broad shoulders.

"Does it...mmmph.....fuck....does it...feel good?" He asked. "This isn't going to take long. Gods...amazing!"

She took his face in her hands, kissing him, fucking him, letting him vent his passion into her mouth. "Its okay," she whispered against his lips. "Trust me, it feels good. Come for me, fill me up, Leander. I want to feel it, please. Come for me."

He groaned, and then grabbed her hips tightly, stopping her. "Let me," he said, tightly. "I want to do it."

They rolled over into the grass, MC's open blouse rucked up behind her, her hair splayed out. She opened her legs wide for him, he reentered her himself, moaning as he pushed in deep. She arched her back, wincing as he hit her limit.

He began to thrust, hard. She threw her hand out, clutching at clumps of grass as he absolutely fucking railed her. She couldn't stop the cry that came from her mouth. She was shocked at his intensity, the sheer strength of him, corded muscle in his neck and arms standing out in the distant glow of Hogsmeade's lights.

MC gritted her teeth and took it, lifting her hips to meet him, an intense pressure building rapidly deep inside her. His cock was rubbing against everything, her mind beginning to spin.

A shocked gasp left her lips, her nails dug viciously into the skin of his back. "Oh, fuck!" She gritted her teeth and clenched hard around him, her climax a pulsing, hot throb as he pounded into her. His face was tight as he found his own release, his cock pulsing thickly inside her.

They both collapsed into a sweaty, breathless heap in the grass. She smoothed his ruffled hair back from his face, just staring at him. "Wow," she puffed.

He pressed a quick kiss to her forehead. "Best fucking date, ever," he said.

She grabbed his chin. "Oi, Gryffindor, it wasn't a date."

He grinned and took her hand in his, smoothing his thumb over her skin, pressing kisses to the tips of her fingers. "Don't worry, next time it will be."

"Next time?" She quirked an eyebrow. "Don't count on me losing any more bets with you, Prewett."

"All bets are off," he said. "Next time, I'm taking you out on a proper date, and we are absolutely ending up with you in my bed. Even if I have to chase you around the whole fucking castle to earn it."

She giggled and linked her fingers with his. "I haven't scared you off then, dragging you into a graveyard and taking advantage of you like this. How very Slytherin of me."

"Quite the opposite, actually," he said. He leant his forehead against hers. "I think I fancy you even more than I did this afternoon."

She flexed her fingers against his, bringing their linked hands to her mouth to kiss them. "You know what? Me too."

This one is for all those who wanted a little more Leander on their feed. Thanks for reading! Part Two is HERE

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #leander prewett x mc #leander prewett #mc x leander prewett #leander Prewett smut

[choccy-milky]

read the room, garreth (from the newest chap of my fic! ao3 / wattpad)

#garreth didnt ask to be put in the middle of this fanfic drama. bro has his priorities in order LMAOO #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x oc #garreth weasley #leander prewett #clora clemons #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanart #hphl #choccyart

[atypicalamortentia]

Virgin Headcannons

Synopsis - The boys virginity headcannons.

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - All characters are aged 18+!

Word Count - 2k.

[Caffeinate Me]

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who masturbated to memories of you every night was surprised when you asked him if you were ever going to have sex. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who pressed his lips to yours and asked if now was a good time. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who was already rock hard at the thought of having sex with you for the first time grinded his clothed erection against your backside.  

: ̗̀➛  VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who dragged you back to the Slytherin dorm was eager to see what you looked like underneath those clothes. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who pulled you into the boys room without hesitation pushed you onto his bed before attacking your neck with his lips.  

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who was quick to undress you roamed his hands over your breasts with wide eyes. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who couldn’t help but take one of your pebbled nipples into his mouth as he pawed at your mounds. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who bites down at your nipple softly to elicit the most spectacular noise he had ever heard in his entire life.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who can’t wait another minute and is freeing his cock from their restraints. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who slicks the tip of his cock against your slick folds before gazing deep into your eyes making sure you’re ready. You nod, giving him the go-ahead.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who can’t help but thrust into your cunt desperately. Moans falling from his lips as he feels your pussy grip his cock like a vice. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who gives you a moment to adjust to his large length before he’s pounding into you. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who can’t think straight while he’s inside of you. He just wants to feel you cum all over his cock. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who’s hands make their way to your throat to squeeze lightly, making you see stars and forcing you to cum. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who’s eyes widen as he feels your cunt contracting around his cock. He was a goner the second he feels you spasming and his hips begin to stutter as he shot his load into you. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who is surprised at just how much he cums inside of you. : ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who was no longer a virgin because of you. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who led you to the Undercroft during a particularly heavy make-out session. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who’s breath catches in his throat when you take the initiative to put your hands down his trousers and begin to stroke his cock slowly. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who lets out a loud moan and throws his head back as you begin to jerk him off can’t help but feel nervous at the fact the two of you were actually doing this. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who moans your name quietly, wraps his fingers in your hair to tell you to keep going as he thrusts his hips against your hand. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who feels his balls tighten as he’s close to cumming, stutters away from your hand before explaining that he wants to finish inside of you.   

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who wishes he could see so he could admire every inch of you as you undress. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who lets his hands be his eyes once you’re fully naked, trailing his hands all over your body, cupping your breasts and squeezing them lightly, letting his fingers trail over your puckering nipples. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who groans when he feels your skin on his and desperately tugs off his cloak and shirt. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who can’t wait to be inside of you feels his cock twitching as you push him down onto the sofa you had transfigured a few weeks prior. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who drags his cock up your folds desperate for some friction, accidentally pushes the tip into your entrance. You let out a soft gasp at the intrusion and throw your head back. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who lets you take control, feeling almost euphoric as you slowly lower yourself onto his cock. You bounce up and down on him almost immediately, begging for more already. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who can’t help the moans that tumble from his lips as he feels you bouncing on him slowly. You move your hips perfectly, just right that has him seeing stars in his mind. Merlin, he wishes he could see you now. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who grasps your hips tightly as he cums deep inside of you with staggering hips and a viscous scream of your name.  : ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who was no longer a virgin because of you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who pulls you into a broom closet on the way to potions class because he misses you. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who places sloppy, needy kisses on your lips as he whispers about how much he’s been craving your lips on his for the last few hours. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who feels himself starting to get erect as your hands wrap around his neck and play with the little curls at the base of his neck.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who can’t help but think about where this could be going as you slowly peel off his cloak, jumper and shirt.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who becomes flustered as you look up at him with a mischievous grin. A bright pink blush dancing across his cheeks as your hands trail down his chest to the waistband of his trousers. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who finds himself moaning already before you’ve even wrapped your hand around the base of his cock. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who stares into your eyes as you slowly put your hand down his boxers and palm at his thick length. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who bites his bottom lip in an attempt to be quiet, so that passers by the broom closet don’t hear his pathetic whimpering. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who brings his hand up to his mouth to bite at his finger once he realises that biting his bottom lip isn’t stopping his moans. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who is already begging for you. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who wants to cry at how good you’re making him feel. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who can’t help the sheer amount of precum leaking from his cock from the way you’re jerking him off. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who begs for you to fuck him right then and there. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who is a whimpering mess when he’s finally seated inside of you. His hands grasp your hips forcefully as he slowly moves inside of you, building up his pace. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who finds it difficult to gain a rhythm, but once he gets there, it’s otherworldly.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who presses heated kisses against your throat as he fucks you from behind, his hands grasping desperately at your hips to keep himself grounded to you. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who cums inside of you the second he feels your cunt tense around him. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who turns your head to kiss you deeply as he thrusts his last remaining spend inside of you. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who was no longer a virgin because of you. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who invites you to The Three Broomsticks for a date. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who doesn’t even think about having sex with you on the date. He adores you so much and just wants to show you how much you truly mean to him.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who pays for everything and tells you that ‘you can get the next one’ even though he knows he won’t let that happen. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who is surprised when you kiss him forcefully as soon as you exit The Three Broomsticks, taking him down a secluded alleyway with a knowing smirk on your face.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who feels a bit of anxiety around having sex for the first time, especially in an alleyway. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who convinces you to come back to the Gryffindor Common Room with him. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who wants everything to be perfect for his first time. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who kisses you sweetly as he undresses you once you get back to the Gryffindor Common Room. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who pushes you down onto his bed slowly and climbs on top of you, trailing kisses down your now naked body until he reaches your sweet, spread out pussy. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who tests the waters with his tongue. Licking a slow stripe up your folds before making his way to your clit and gently nibbling on it with his teeth. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who presses a singular finger inside your entrance as he slurps at your clit. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who finger fucks you slowly in an attempt to make you come undone on his tongue before he fucks you with his cock. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who, once you cum, uses his thick, heavy cock to wipe up your juices. Using your cum as lube, he slowly thrusts himself into you. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who can’t stop moaning your name like a prayer as your cunt sucks him in greedily. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who wants this to be a slow and sensual experience, cups your body in his hands as he moves inside of you with ease. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who bites down on your neck softly to mark you as his whispers sweet nothings and praises of how good you feel wrapped around him into your ear.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who cums prematurely inside your cunt because of how good you feel wrapped around him. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who is so embarrassed that he can’t even look you in the eye as you give him soft kisses and whisper words of a soothing nature.  : ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who was no longer a virgin because of you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who struggles to tell you how he’s feeling when he gets turned on for the first time. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who cries out when you grind against his clothed erection in the empty classroom. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who is worried about getting caught that he locks the door with a wave of his wand. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who watches you with wide eyes as you get yourself off on his thigh. He watches the way your hips ride expertly against his leg and groans in pleasure. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who shakily moves his hand to take off your skirt. You shuffle out of it before pressing your lips against his hungrily.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who swallows your moans gladly as you remove your panties, exposing your pretty pussy to him. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who can’t help but whimper at the sight, his heart beating quickly as you take off his trousers and boxers slowly, almost teasingly. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who asks if you’re sure this is something you wanted to do. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who is caught off guard when you lower yourself down onto his cock in response

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who grasps your hips tightly as he can, bruising you slightly in the process. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who bites down on your bottom lip playfully as you skilfully move your hips against his. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who helps you move your body against his straining clothed cock.  

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who is panting like a dog as you pull down his trousers and underwear, looking at the string of precum oozing from his tip.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who was surprised when you licked his tip playfully, licking his pre from his cock.  

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who falls against the desk, gripping the sides tightly as you suck him off slowly. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who begs for your pussy to be around his cock, not caring about how pathetic he sounded. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who moaned loudly when you sunk down onto his cock and grasped the desk harder.  

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who bit his bottom lip and begged for you to start moving your hips. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who widened his eyes when you finally rolled your hips against his, his mouth falling open without a sound leaving his lips. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who let you dominate him straight from the beginning. He wanted you to take what you needed from him. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who bucked his hips up against your greedily, wanting more from you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who pulls out of your cunt before pushing you down onto your knees, jacking himself off and cumming over your face.  : ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who was no longer a virgin because of you. 

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Fissured Composure - Sebastian Sallow x Female!Reader

Summary: After watching you hold your own against a handsy classmate, Sebastian is feeling particularly needy and steals you away to the Undercroft to show you just how worked up your right hook got him.

Alternatively summarized as Sebastian reverently going down on you after you break Leander's nose

Based on this request I received! Hope you like it anon :)) 

Word Count: 6.2k

Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, minor violence, explicit sexual content, rough sex

Full fic can be found here on Ao3 as always !

Many of your friends would agree that you had the patience of a damn Saint. 

Beyond dealing with Sebastian’s hard-headedness on a regular basis and keeping up appearances with your classmates, it was a wonder you had managed to maintain your cool, collected facade for so long. You could recall losing it once before, shortly after Professor Fig died. But the whole debacle had gone down in the safety and privacy of the Room of Requirement, so no one had been around to witness your indignant anger take root and assist you in trashing two thirds of your sacred space. 

That had been two years ago, so you liked to think you’d gotten better at controlling your emotions since then.

Leander fucking Prewett, however, had seemingly made it his life’s mission to frustrate you to no foreseeable end.

While you had felt bad for him in your fifth-year and entertained his rambling mostly out of pity, somewhere along the way your lack of interest got lost in translation. He was a rather boastful individual, preferring to brag about himself and put down anyone that excelled in areas he wanted to be the best in. His attitude had only worsened with age, and for the last few months he had suddenly taken to attempting to woo you in passing. 

His efforts were too pathetic to take to heart, but you certainly hadn’t told Sebastian about it yet. Not unless you wanted to trigger a fight that you knew you wouldn’t be able to intervene in, because the whole reason Leander was even trying with you was to get under your boyfriend’s skin. 

Today was Wednesday, and you shared Herbology class with Leander, much to your displeasure. Your attempts at escaping out the door quickly had been thwarted when Professor Garlick asked to speak with you after class, and despite hoping against all odds that you would be left alone, Prewett was waiting for you at the top of the steps when you ascended the staircase. 

“Ah, there you are,” he drawled, with far too much familiarity for your liking. “Did Professor Garlick hold you back to scold you for something?” 

You grasped at the fringes of your self-restraint with everything in you. “No, we were just discussing some extra assignments she gave me last week.” 

Wanting to leave the interaction at that, you picked up your pace and strode past him, eager to meet up with Sebastian and Ominis for lunch. At the very least, Sebastian’s presence would act as a safeguard against Leander’s incessant pestering. Unfortunately, the Gryffindor had no qualms about lengthening his stride to match your own, and he fell annoyingly into step beside you. 

He raked one of his hands through his long strands of red hair, trying and failing to raise a brow at you questioningly. Instead he just looked constipated. “Wow, extra assignments? You must be some child genius turned prodigy, I can’t think of anyone who willingly says yes to more homework.” 

“...I’ve been doing it for two years, Leander.” 

Waving you off, he pressed on, “Then you’re way smarter than you let on.” What? “Not that I’ve heard otherwise from anyone, but someone as bright as you likely values intellect and wit, and I can’t help but notice Sebastian is in short supply of both these days–” 

“Leander, now really isn’t the time.” Not this shit again. You pushed through the double doors leading to Central Hall, desperate to put your two Slytherin companions in between yourself the daft idiot tailing you. 

“Oh, come on. I’m only suggesting we take some time to study together. Or maybe we could take a stroll through the Library since you’re so fond of books. Everyone knows you’ve got a thing for sneaking into the Restricted Section, although sometimes I wonder how much reading you actually do when you disappear there with Sallow.” 

By now you had made it beside the fountain in the middle of the room, but your legs halted entirely when you registered the implication hidden in his words. One of your nails broke as you dug your fingers into the cover of your textbook, and you willed the thrum of your blood roaring in your ears to lessen as you finally pivoted to face Leander fully. 

Your expression was stormy when you fixed your eyes on his beady ones, and you allowed yourself a moment to appreciate the nervous bob of his throat. “What is it you think I do then, Leander? What vapid, tasteless thoughts do you have whipping around in that giant head of yours, hm?” 

At least he had the good sense to look sheepish, but he masked the look quickly with that false bravado that made your hands twitch. He raised his arms in a gesture of surrender, “Relax, doll. I’m just connecting the dots out loud. What does your prized boytoy tempt you with to convince you to break the rules so often?” 

Merlin’s bloody balls, if you didn’t leave now, you were going to lose it in the middle of the school. There was no hiding your blatant scowl of disgust, but you found the frayed tethers of your composure and grabbed the ends like a lifeline. You pulled a deep breath into your lungs, exhaling in a way that conveyed your thinning temper, and turned to walk away. 

You saw Sebastian standing on the other side of Central Hall talking to Garreth, and he was spying over the redhead’s shoulder to watch you. His face was contorted into a dark, threatening expression, and you knew he could read your own emotions plainly on your face. He was well aware that you were pissed off, and he jumped into action then, muttering something to Weasley under his breath before he was striding across the foyer to get to you. 

You’d made it roughly three steps away from Leander when you suddenly felt his slimy hand slithering around your waist to haul you back against his chest. The brazen action took you by surprise, which was the only reason the bastard succeeded in squeezing the curve of your hip so generously. The feeling had you tensing all over, and you dimly registered Sebastian’s murderous expression nearing the opposite side of the fountain before your own anger took root. 

“What, you’re not even going to dignify me with a response? That’s awfully cruel–” 

A faceful of your fist cut him off mid sentence, and you watched through your narrowed eyes as Leander’s head flew back, his momentum carrying him to the ground in a sprawled, limp heap. You heard a series of gasps erupt from the students that were seated nearby, but you didn’t care. It took you a second to process the scene as you blinked the rage from your mind, but once you had, you were pleased to find Prewett’s nose hugging his cheek at a very broken angle. 

“There’s your response, you prick,” you swore at him, bending down to snatch up your Herbology textbook that had fallen from your grip. Your knuckles throbbed from the impact still, but you simply flexed your fingers and shook the pain away. It felt good to get that out of your system, and entirely worth the bruises you would surely be sporting in the morning. “Do yourself a favor and stay the hell away from me, or I’ll be happy to show you exactly what I’ve learned from the books in the Restricted Section.” 

As soon as you moved away from Leander, a group of younger students were flocking to his side, wisely giving you a wide berth as you left. Sebastian was frozen still as a statue on the other side of the fountain, looking at you slack-jawed with admiration twinkling in his dark eyes. You smiled softly at him, the look so at odds with the feral energy you had just exhibited twenty seconds prior.  

“I– what the bloody hell was that?” Sebastian asked at the same time you circled your arm around his waist to lead him away from the bleeding Gryffindor. 

“It was well deserved, that’s what it was,” you replied evenly, and then you felt Sebastian’s fingertips digging into the small of your back. “Don’t worry about it, please. He won’t bother me anymore, that’s for damn sure.” 

Sebastian’s laugh sounded breathless, and he shook his head in disbelief, his pupils blown wide as he stared down at you. “Oh I’ll definitely be needing the backstory to that whole altercation at some point, but I’m more hung up on the fact that you actually punched somebody. You never get physical like that, where in Merlin’s name did that come from?” 

You’d been leading Sebastian towards the Great Hall, having had your mind set on lunch for the better part of a half hour. But then you felt Sebastian take control of steering, and instead of turning down the corridor that led to your destination, he instead appeared to be guiding you in the direction of the Dark Arts Tower. “You’re acting like it’s unheard of for someone to lose their temper. In case you forgot, Prewett is particularly insufferable. Today he crossed one too many lines, so I reeducated him. End of story.” 

“I don’t think you understand,” Sebastian murmured as you came up the staircase leading to a familiar alcove, and things suddenly started to click into place. “That was quite possibly the sexiest thing you’ve ever done.”

All the blood in your body seemed to flood into your cheeks then. Sebastian gazed down at you hungrily, whipping his wand out briefly to unlock the latch concealing the entryway behind the large clock. It opened with a clang, and before you could formulate a response to his statement, he was gently pushing you through the opening ahead of him. 

While the two of you descended the narrow stairwell leading into the Undercroft, Sebastian replayed the glorious sight of your wicked right hook in his mind. He didn’t know what the hell Leander had been whispering to you about, but the look on your face had told him it wasn’t anything pleasant. Being the chivalrous and overprotective boyfriend he was, of course he’d bailed on his conversation with Garreth to step in. 

Watching Prewett’s offensive appendage coil around your waist had sealed the deal, however; Sebastian had fully intended on sending the Gryffindor into an early grave. But then you’d dropped your items and spun around so fast– your textbook was still falling when your fist connected with his nose. It wasn’t the most tactful means of defense for a lot of people. After all, in a world of magic, who the hell bothered with brawling? There was no denying the appeal of it though. It was a more personal way of telling someone to go fuck themselves, and watching you set your boundries in such a way had driven Sebastian’s blood supply straight to his cock. 

He liked this unrestrained side of you. He was desperate to see more of it. 

Once you were past the threshold of the gate, you stopped to turn to Sebastian, ready to clarify that seriously– was he this affected by you throwing a punch? But then his larger body slammed against you, stealing the words from your throat as he captured your lips in a frantic, hungry kiss, and you were manhandled into his arms so he could walk the two of you over to the lounge stuffed away in the corner of the room. 

As soon as your ass made contact with the velvet cushions, Sebastian broke away so his hands could get to work on hauling your skirt down your legs. The ferocity of the movement nearly sent you flying to the floor with the attire, but then the freckled man was moving back into your personal space so abruptly, your teeth knocked together before he began biting and sucking at your bottom lip. 

“Fuck– Sebastian, what the hell’s gotten into you?” The pain from his ministrations quickly blurred together with the unmistakable arousal pooling between your legs, and when he pressed the pad of his thumb roughly against your clit through your soaked undergarments, he swallowed your shaky moans with a nefarious kiss. 

“I have to have you,” Sebastian murmured as his hands came up to remove your blouse, exerting a smidge more self-control than he did with your skirt so he didn’t render your uniform unusable afterwards. There was still the matter of school technically being in session, but after watching Leander put his hands on you, Sebastian was feeling especially possessive, and seeing you lay the brute out like it was nothing made his thirst for you seem borderline unquenchable. He asked hurriedly, “Merlin’s balls, let me eat you out– please?” 

You shivered as he undid the last button on your shirt and slipped the material over your shoulders, tossing it to the stone floor alongside the rest of your clothes. Having long since given up on wearing your bras after Sebastian ripped the straps of your last two, you were completely bare– an open invitation for him to begin kneading your breasts and pinching your nipples hard enough to make you arch into his touch.

He took full advantage of your close proximity and latched his lips over your thundering pulse, sinking his teeth into the skin to work a mark there, and you nodded shamelessly when you felt his fingers slip beneath your underwear. 

“O-Okay. Alright– fine, but take this off,” your hands tugged at the collar of his shirt, ardently conveying that if you were going to let him satiate himself, the least he could do was let you look at him.

Sebastian was obliging you in a heartbeat, pulling away from your spread legs to wriggle his tie loose. It hung messily around his neck– just enough for him to swiftly begin undoing his button up– and the entire time he worked to shed the clothing, his dark, penetrating gaze never left your flushed body. Once the front of his shirt fell open and he’d discarded it, you were met with the tantalizing sight of Sebastian’s toned, freckled chest. The mouth watering trail of hair running below his navel paved a path to the tenting fabric of his trousers, and as soon as Sebastian caught you staring, his brown eyes were darkening impossibly further. 

Prowling forward with feline grace, Sebastian smirked as he lifted his tie off of his shoulders to drape over your head. He didn’t bother tightening it, instead letting it hang in a disheveled heap between your breasts, and the sight did more for him than he cared to admit, his cock straining uncomfortably in his trousers. But right now wasn’t about him– not really– it was about you, and Sebastian’s reverent need to please you. 

“Hold that for me,” he purred down at you before he was dropping to his knees in front of you. 

A brilliant flush swept up your torso as his warm, broad hands came to finally slip your drenched panties away from your aching heat, gliding the material down your outstretched legs without tearing his eyes away from you. Goosebumps broke out all over your skin when the chill of the Undercroft passed over you, and your breath caught in your throat when he eagerly licked his lips and sidled up to the edge of the couch. 

Sebastian looped his arms under your thighs, tugging you closer to him so that your ass dangled precariously off the cushions, causing you to shiver under his unyielding stare. He nudged your legs up onto his shoulders, casting a mischievous look your way before he was nuzzling his face into the sensitive skin of your legs, and the adoring kisses he peppered up the apex of your thighs had your stomach tensing in anticipation. 

“Do you think we could try sparring one day?” Sebastian asked randomly, teasing his fingers closer to your dripping folds before pulling them away entirely. The dejected sigh that slipped from your lips made him chuckle darkly, and you narrowed your eyes at him as his question finally processed. 

“Sparring? What the hell for?” 

He shrugged, jostling your raised legs as his fingers dug firmly into your hips for a modicum of restraint. “I think I’d enjoy getting thrown around by you. Do you think you could?” 

Merlin– he had officially lost his mind. “Maybe? I wouldn’t want to hurt you, though.” 

Something wild sparked behind his irises then, and he began placing lingering kisses in the hollow of your leg. “I would love it if you did,” another soft press of his lips, this time right beside your aching center. “Seriously, when we do, promise me you won’t hold back.”

“You’re actually insane,” you wheezed out as his next kiss fell directly against your clit, and your nails dug fitfully into the padding of the lounge at the featherlight feeling.  

“Only for you, darling.” Sebastian’s grip on your hips tightened as he mercifully sealed his mouth over your cunt, and your head kicked back against the sofa with an audible whack as your shrill voice suddenly echoed off the walls of the cavernous room. Your next breath was stolen from you as you felt Sebastian’s tongue circle over your clit, pressing and dragging the muscle down your heat to lap up as much of you as you could– and you swore you’d never been so wet in your fucking life. 

By some miracle, you didn’t pass out from the overwhelming bliss, but you sure as hell saw stars dancing in the corners of your vision when Sebastian tongued at your tight entrance. The sordid sounds coming from the brunet between your legs was enough to have you clenching your thighs on either side of his head, and the blatantly aroused groan it pulled from his throat reverberated against you perfectly. 

“Fuck, Sebastian,” you whimpered, snapping your hands up from the seat to fist in his curly, brown locs, and when you pulled him against you harder, he moaned at the sensation of your nails scraping against his scalp. He switched tactics then, shaking his head from side to side softly to rub his lips sinfully over your bundle of nerves. The friction was dizzying, and you brazenly bucked your hips against his chin to chase your steadily mounting pleasure. “Merlin–” 

Sebastian was utterly transfixed by you. Through hooded eyes, he watched rapaciously as you crumbled above him; your chest rose and fell with labored breaths, and the ever darkening flush that decorated your skin made the green of his tie around your neck stand out even more, acting like a proprietary flag that claimed you as his. You cracked open your eyes to stare down at him, and your stomach flipped at his unbridled, lust-filled gaze boring into you. 

Sitting forward more, Sebastian wound one of his arms over the angular curve of your hip bones, simultaneously pressing you harder into him while preventing you from shifting around. He mouthed sloppily against you, and you were left to balance your leg over his shoulder when he dropped his other hand to begin teasing at your soaked hole. He pressed the tip of his finger in slowly before withdrawing it completely, and he repeated the same motion a few more times until you were on the verge of tearing a fistfull of his hair out. 

A keening sound ripped from your chest when he removed the digit slower than before, and you could feel Sebastian smirk against you. “S-Stop teasing,” you stuttered, your voice strained and airy.

Sebastian pulled away with a conniving chuckle, and the sight of your slick coating the entirety of his lower face damn near killed you on the spot. “I’m trying to take my time here– you taste so fucking sweet.” 

His finger was back, sliding into you once again– only this time he spared you further torment by burying the appendage inside of you to the knuckle and curling it deliciously upwards. You gasped, arching off the back of the lounge in some vain attempt to feel more of him, but his strength pressing into your hips held you firmly in place, and a legitimate whine tumbled from your swollen lips. 

He set an achingly slow pace, focusing more on wiggling his finger inside of you before pulling it back to thrust in again, and your throaty groan was cut short when Sebastian’s mouth reappeared on your cunt. He lapped at you furiously, working your brain into a tizzy with the rapid flicks of his tongue against your clit, and the cord in your gut was wrought tight as your climax roared to life in the far reaches of your mind. The wanton moans that slipped from Sebastian were electrifying, and the intensity of his ministrations increased when he added a second finger to the mix. Any pain or discomfort was nonexistent; all you could focus on was the sheer exhilaration his efforts brought you, and your hands tightened in his hair to silently warn him that you were close. 

Leaning sideways for a better angle, Sebastian rolled his head against your inner thigh to peer up at you. Once your glazed over eyes landed on him, he let his mouth hang open in an obscene manner to lewdly flick his tongue over your nub at the same time he stroked your inner walls, and that was as much as you could take before you were crying out for Sebastian loud. Your orgasm hit you with the force of a train, stealing your breath and making your muscles tense so hard that your boyfriend’s face was effectively crushed between your trembling legs. 

Sebastian took everything that you inflicted upon him in stride; the stinging drag of your nails through his hair, as well as the suffocating squeeze of your thighs on either side of his head. He relished in it– and he positively lived for how he could make you fall apart in such a way. His cock concurred with his thoughts, twitching enthusiastically against the confines of his trousers. 

The freckled, Adonis incarnate before you rose to his full height after you had the good grace to release him from the stifling confines of your legs, groaning softly when his fingers slipped out of you. Sebastian regarded you with a predatory look that promised more, and you swallowed thickly as you watched his hands languidly work to undo the catch of his pants.

Worrying his bottom lip between his teeth, Sebastian’s brows pinched together with blatant need as he scanned your prone form against the sofa. “Fuck, do you have any idea what you do to me?” His imposing stature over you– shirtless and flushed, with his chest rising and falling from the strained breaths he pulled into his lungs– it had your heart hammering wildly against your sternum. You shook your head. “Then I’ll show you,” he vowed, and the timbre to his voice seemed to reignite the fire burning in your veins. 

Working quickly, Sebastian shoved his trousers down to his thighs, pulling himself out of his briefs with a needy groan. He gave himself a few testing pumps, tipping his head back slightly when his fist squeezed around the bright red tip, and then he was zeroing in on you like you were the only thing in the room he cared to pay attention to. You were still quivering in your spot on the lounge when Sebastian stepped forward, hauling you upright by the tie around your bare neck to spin you around so you were kneeling on the cushions with your front pressed into the backrest of the couch. 

It took everything in you not to sink back down on your wobbly legs, but then you felt Sebastian’s hands running down your back towards the shapely curve of your ass, and he squeezed at the skin there greedily before lining himself up with your spit-slick cunt. Far too eager to feel his cock inside of you, you watched over your shoulder as Sebastian gingerly pressed into you with a low, raspy moan, and your fingers dug into the backrest so hard, your knuckles blanched white. 

Despite his urgency, Sebastian took his time rocking his hips into you, drinking in your sweet little sounds as he filled you up and slid home. “Fuck,” he breathed, leaning forward to rest his head between your shoulder blades as he buried himself to the hilt. His hands moved from your ass to your waist, holding you still with bruising strength as he got used to the sensation of your hypersensitive walls contracting around him. Your breaths were coming out fast and shallow, completely overwhelmed by the sheer size of him compared to his fingers. Having already come, you were like putty in Sebastian’s hands as he ground his cock into you firmly, and you felt him twitch inside you when your head fell forward against the upholstery of the seat with a gasp. “Fuck– you’re so wet still– feels so fucking perfect.” 

When Sebastian pulled back to torturously thrust into you slowly, your hips rocked in tandem against him, and he redirected his eyes up from where the two of you were connected so he could drink in the expression on your face. Your lips were parted around a choked moan as he moved inside of you, those beautiful, luminescent eyes of yours sparkling with rampant affection and arousal, and his tie swayed around your neck in sync with his movements.

Sebastian hunched forward, lifting one of his hands to rake through your disheveled hair and pull your head back towards his shoulder, and you cried out suddenly before the sound transformed into a filthy moan that only served to spur Sebastian forward faster. His hold on you was unrelenting, effectively bending you backwards against his sweaty chest as he increased his pace and began spearing his cock into you with brutal efficiency. 

It didn’t take long for him to start hitting the deepest parts of you, the thick head of his shaft curving up to graze deliciously over your sweet spot with every rough thrust. Your eyes rolled back in your skull, shameless noises spilling from your lips as Sebastian folded you backwards onto his cock to satiate himself. That familiar feeling blossomed low in your gut, and one of your hands flew back to dig your nails into the bare skin of Sebastian’s thigh behind you. 

“Fuck, fuck, Sebastian–” your warbled voice was like music to his ears, pulling the corners of his mouth up into a devilish smile. His next thrust was particularly forceful, and the incriminating sound of skin slapping against skin filled the Undercroft, seemingly harmonizing with the cacophony of noises that the two of you created together. “Merlin–” 

Sebastian growled, releasing your hair to trail his hand across your front and curl around your throat. He tightened his hold there, squeezing just enough so that your walls clenched around his cock as he upped his tempo. You were completely enveloped by him, held fast to his damp chest as he ruthlessly pounded into you, and the lack of oxygen to your brain numbed everything else as your second orgasm loomed threateningly overhead. 

Overcome with telltale urgency, Sebastian chased his own pleasure desperately, bucking his cock deep into your clenching heat, wringing choked gasps and stuttered cries of his name from your open mouth, and he was fucking dizzy from how good it felt to be pressed against you, holding you tight in his arms. Sebastian tugged you closer to him to latch his lips over the sweaty skin below your ear, biting and sucking a mark there as he propelled his hips upwards inside of you. 

There really wasn’t anything you could do to stop yourself from frantically rutting back in search of that building euphoria. You rode back onto Sebastian with as much give as you were allowed, your eyes squeezed shut from the pleasure and your thighs shaking from how good Sebastian was fucking you, filling you up deep and hard and fast, just how you liked it. The way he slammed you back down onto his rough thrusts by your throat only added fuel to the fire, leaving you a sloppy, gasping, pleading mess in his arms. 

Sebastian released his ironclad grip around your waist to snake his hand lower to your sensitive clit, and your head fell back against his shoulder as he started rubbing firm circles over the overstimulated nub. Your voice strained against his uncompromising hold on your throat, “Fuck– Sebastian, please–” 

“Come, darling, come on my cock. Let me hear your pretty noises, I’m so close,” he muttered the command against the shell of your ear, railing his cock into you so fast and so harshly, you had no choice but to oblige him. 

Sebastian watched as you crumbled against him for the second time, utterly in love with the way your spine rounded as you sank into him, every part of your body trembling. Your walls tightened impossibly further around him, causing him to gasp into the crook of your neck, and Sebastian slammed his cock into your incredible cunt— nearly mindless from how you shook against him— and he fucked you clean through your orgasm until your sounds and body yanked him right over the edge with you. His dark eyes rolled shut, growling your name through his clenched teeth as his pace faltered before he was burying himself deep in you with a heady gasp. 

The feeling of Sebastian emptying inside of you rendered you boneless, leaving your boyfriend with the task of keeping you upright as he ground his hips against your ass, milking himself dry with broken whimpers before halting his movements entirely. His hold around your throat loosened, and the rush of blood returning to your brain was akin to pure bliss alongside the remnants of your climax. 

“Fucking hell,” he groaned after a few heated seconds, relaxing his grip on you so that he could slide himself out before gingerly lowering the two of you down onto the cushions together. Your hands slipped from the back of the couch and fell into your lap as Sebastian maneuvered you into a sitting position, your body too limp to even bother moving yourself. “Are you okay?” 

You gave him a nonplussed blink as you willed your brain to function properly again, and then you nodded shakily. “Shit, yeah. I had no idea your bloodlust would turn you into such a lunatic, though,” you muttered, and Sebastian’s bellowing laugh roused you further from your post-coital state. 

“It’s not bloodlust, darling. It’s you,” he countered easily, a smug smile playing on his freckled lips. He tucked his softening cock back into his briefs and tugged his pants back up over his hips before moving away from you to retrieve the scattered pieces of your uniform. When he reappeared with the ball of clothing, you took it graciously, staying seated on the couch as you worked your underwear up your unsteady legs. “I was serious about the sparring thing, too. I think it would be fun watching you let loose.” 

You shot him a hesitant look, not particularly keen on his eagerness to get bloodied up at your hands, but his excitement at the thought was palpable, and you found yourself relenting to his ludicrous idea with a sigh after a few beats of silence. “Fine,” you conceded. “But only once. I don’t care how horny it makes you– I don’t like the thought of hurting you, no matter how easy it is to fix broken bones here.” 

He had bent down to snatch his button up off the floor, but paused on his way up to glance at you with a pleased expression on his face. The shirt was momentarily forgotten as Sebastian fell to his knees once again, only this time it was to cradle your face in his warm hands and pull you in for a toe curling kiss. His thumbs traced along your cheekbones as his tongue delved deep in your mouth, and you sighed contentedly. The gentleness that always followed these heated moments between the two of you was, without a doubt, one of your favorite things. 

Sebastian broke away to pepper a quick succession of lighter kisses all over your face, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly at his reverence. “Hell yes, whatever you want. I’ll do it wearing a damn ball gown if that’s what it takes.” 

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re barking mad?” 

He smirked, far too pleased to be hearing you say so. “From time to time, yes. Don’t lie, you love it.” 

Your eyes twinkled with amusement, and fighting your smile proved to be easier said than done. “I love you. Your crazy ideas, however, I take with a grain of salt.” 

From there, he stood fully to throw his shirt over his shoulders, and you mirrored his actions, redressing yourself as quickly as your shaky legs would allow. Once finished, you slipped Sebastian’s tie off of your neck, draping it over his shoulders with a coy smile, and you felt his arm coil around your waist to tug you flush against his front, stealing your lips in another steamy, doting kiss. You returned the gesture with equal fervor, rising to your tip-toes to trail your hands up into his hair to scratch shiver-inducing stripes down the nape of his neck. 

The two of you stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity before the screeching gears of the metal gate drew your attention, and you pulled apart at the same time Ominis strode into the Undercroft. His face was contorted in concentration, his wand sweeping across the room until he seemed to sense that yes, his two best friends had indeed abandoned him in the Great Hall to disappear into their shared space. 

“Where the hell have you two been?” He asked, not even bothering to confirm that you were truly there. His outstretched wand pointed towards you both as he made his way to the back of the room. “I thought we were meeting for lunch, I’ve been entertaining idle gossip for the better part of a half hour. What is it that I keep hearing about Leander getting punched in the face?” 

At that, you stepped away from Sebastian, adjusting your skirt slightly before bashfully rubbing the back of your neck. “Ah, yeah. That was me,” you confessed. “Word travels fast. What exactly is being said?” 

Ominis cocked a brow at you as he came to halt a few feet away, a strange look passing over his features as his wand pulsed in your direction. “Rumor has it you broke his nose. Please tell me this isn’t going to become a regular occurrence– I can hardly keep up with Sebastian coming to blows with students as it is.” 

“It won’t, don’t worry. I doubt he’ll even come around me anymore after this.” 

Sebastian snickered under his breath, eyeing you with a proud look that reminded you of your recent escapades, and you blushed under his knowing stare. “If Leander knows what’s good for him, he won’t so much as glance in your direction for the rest of the year. But on that note, I’m famished. Anyone up for food?” 

“I’ve been ‘up for food’ for thirty minutes,” Ominis muttered as he turned on his heel to head for the gate. The three of you fell into step alongside one another, Sebastian’s hand brushing against yours as you walked towards the exit, but then Ominis was pausing mid step, tilting his head up to… sniff the air? How odd. “Merlin’s beard, it smells like sex in here.” 

You snatched your hand away from Sebastian’s to slap your palms over your eyes in embarrassment, every ounce of blood in your body rushing to your head and heating your cheeks as you willed the floor to open up underfoot and swallow you whole. Your boyfriend, however, only laughed. 

“We had to work up an appetite before finding you,” Sebastian mused, unashamed at having been caught by the blond man. “Sorry, Ominis. I’ll send an owl next time.” 

“Please stop fucking in the Undercroft. I’m too scared to sit down here anymore– I can’t tell whether I’m avoiding your cum stains or not.” 

“You’ll want to steer clear of the lounge for the foreseeable future, then.” Sebastian fired back instantly, not a lick of chagrin to be detected in his voice. “That’s a mess you’ll want to avoid.” 

“Please stop talking,” you grit through your teeth, and the coquettish expression on the brunet’s face warranted a sharp look from you. “Or I can’t promise I won’t punch you in the face next.” 

“Didn’t we just establish that I want you to go that route? Don’t threaten me with a good time.” 

Ominis threw his hands up in utter exasperation, shaking his head in disbelief at Sebastian’s gall before damn near sprinting to leave the Undercroft, and the two of you were forced to skip after him as he ascended the staircase to head for the Great Hall. Even after sitting down and piling food on his plate, Sebastian continued to oggle you from his seat across the table. Every so often you would feel his foot nudge your calf, trailing the appendage up your leg to play with the hem of your skirt. 

Despite your earlier mortification, he did a stellar job of brightening your mood, and when Ominis groused over his mug that the two of you should just get fucking married already, Sebastian looked at you wonderstruck, and he seemed to seriously consider it. 

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Leander: Does MC always run headlong into certain death?

Sebastian: Sometimes she walks, sometimes she shuffles, periodically she ambles.

Garreth: Once, I'm pretty sure I saw her do a little dance into certain death.

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[hufflefluff-stuff]

hi! i was wondering if you could write how HL characters would act when they are jealous

Yes! Also, I'll add how these characters wind up confessing to their crush! 👍

Characters: Sebastian, Garreth, Ominis, Poppy, & Leander

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Sebastian Sallow

Let's be fr..this guy gets jealous INSANELY easily in canon, even when platonically speaking.

It's hard to pinpoint where he exactly started catching feelings for you, but he certainly fell for you fast after your adventure into the library's restricted section.

Unfortunately, because of your growing reputation as a "hero" around Hogwarts, Hogsmede, and other hamlets...you've have strangers and students alike often come up to you and interrupt your conversations with Sebastian.

They mean well, only showing up to compliment you or thank you for some favor you've done for them.

But still it puts him in an sour mood, especially if he's unable to do anything about it without coming off as a prissy Slytherin.

During classes, he feels 10x worse if he's not partnered with you and instead sees you with classmates he views as "competition"...like Garreth, Leander, or even Amit, scowling at them in envy and unable to focus unless the professor specifically calls him out on it.

The only exception is Ominis, since he's a trusted friend and damn well knew his crush on you (he has certainly used this as blackmail to stop him from doing stupid stuff) but Sebastian will still huff about how "close" you two are growing.

Sometimes his jealousy gets so bad he needs to go blow off some steam in the Undercroft, casting damage spells on whatever poor dummy, pillar, or knight armor happened to be in his way.

It's nothing that Repairo couldn't fix.

While your assistance in his quest to find a cure for Anne was extremely important to him, that's not the only reason he brings you along for the ride.

He genuinely enjoys your company, and it's his chance to actually be alone with you and talk without any rude interruptions.

Well...there's trolls, rankrok's loyalists, spiders, ashwinders, Inferi, etc....but none of them are annoying students who try to hog all your attention just to spite him.

Aside from Ominis, Anne keeps encouraging her twin brother to make some move if he's that jealous (which Sebastian repeatedly denies).

Sooner or later...he may lose that chance, and he fears this. But he never knew when the moment would come..

Then one night, you were both fighting poachers and their leader, an Animagus, insulted him so horribly that it made his confident expression drop for a moment--as did his Protego shield.

You didn't hear what she said exactly, but his devastated face told you enough and you were pissed.

So you rained down a torrent of ancient magic lightning before she can even think of transforming.

Sebastian could only watch as you smite her like some furious god unleashing your wrath on the world, finding you both badass and ethereal.

When it's all over, you rushed to his side and ask if he's okay--but he just kisses you right there and then, silencing you.

He's so sick of waiting.

Garreth Weasley

His jealousy is nowhere near as bad as Sebastian's...but it's still there. Just subtle.

He pouts a lot when somebody steals your attention away, and he tries way too hard to impress you with whatever brilliant potion concept he drafted up (and definitely didn't have approval to brew in class under any circumstances).

Speaking of which, you're his usual partner in potions class, so he'll be highly disappointed if Professor Sharp decides to pair you with somebody else that day.

Garreth feels this sting in his heart if he overhears you praising them for their perfect brew, while he stares into his bubbling cauldron and sulks, wondering what he could've done differently.

He didn't know how you truly felt about him, so he got the genius idea to cook up a love potion the day you had a substitute for class (he sat at the furthest station and had secretly gathered the ingredients beforehand).

Just as you were about to try it for yourself, he accidentally knocked an incompatible ingredient into the pot and caused its contents to explode, staining both of your robes in pink.

While everybody laughed, the sub made the stains vanish with some magic and decided to dismiss class early, making you two stay behind to clean up the mess.

Luckily only house points were deducted due to your actions, so you won't be getting detention for this.

Still...Garreth was quite upset and you could tell.

You reassure him you're not mad in the slightest, and that you knew exactly what he was trying to do (followed by a small wink before continuing your cleanup).

His face turned as red as a maxima potion, and when he returns to the Gryffindor common room for the night, he gets confused stares from his fellow housemates as they wonder what's gotten into him.

But he can't stop thinking about you.

Maybe you ingested droplets of the love potion after it exploded, since you did seem particularly flirtatious with him in that moment and knew his intentions.

Looks like he got his wish after all.

Now to ask you out properly..

Ominis Gaunt

He's not an easily jealous guy. He'll never get angry at other people for simply wanting to spend time with you or if you're partners with them in class.

You've made a name for yourself at Hogwarts, and while he doesn't always agree with the dangerous stuff you get involved with, he only expects people to look up to you and pull your attention away from him.

Though deep down, it kinda hurts...especially since quite a handful of students from other houses perceive him as someone you shouldn't be around (some Gryffindors with "holier than thou" personalities even had the guts to say you're better off without him when he's standing right there).

Being a Gaunt + a Slytherin had that effect, unfortunately...

But he's sick of hearing that all the time.

Anyone else would've snapped at whoever criticized them based on blood status or rudely interrupted a conversation they're clearly having with you.

Yet when he does it..suddenly he's the bad guy?

It never made sense.

So any jealous feelings Ominis has stem from his own insecurities, and they grow even worse the more he realizes he's in love with you..

Like Sebastian, he'd probably storm off to the Undercroft to calm down if he's feeling heavily upset.

Fortunately, you're quick to defend him and decline other people's advances, saying you'd much rather hang out with him.

When you nearly got into a wand duel/fistfight over something insulting they said about him, that's when he realizes you cared about him as more than a friend...

Though he wanted to test the waters, so to speak, before hyping himself up to confess to you.

So throughout the week, Ominis expressed subtle desires to be in closer proximity to you (which you were fine with despite being initially confused at his sudden change in behavior)

These are, but not limited to, linking arms while walking in the hallways, napping beside you while you were reading or petting a random cat, "accidentally" falling asleep on your shoulder in History of Magic, and letting you guide him through assignments in herbology and potions class so he took the correct measurements (his grades improved, which is always a plus).

It takes a little bit of encouragement from Sebastian, but by the week's end, he courts you in one of his favorite spots outside the castle, gathering flowers, candles, and everything.

You truly made him feel loved..and he was going to do his best to reciprocate that.

How he wishes he could see the looks on those Gryffindor preps' faces when they realize the "hero of Hogwarts" is his date.

Poppy Sweeting

Considering how little she spoke to other students, even ones from her own house, this Hufflepuff found it difficult to get close to you at first.

You being hailed as a "hero" made it especially challenging, as you seemed constantly busy and people were bugging you for attention/advice/help....all while Poppy was standing in the background, forcing a smile.

Of course, you always made time to help her rescue beasts. It became your passion, and she was happy about that. Your adventures together allowed you to connect on an emotional level.

The moment she knew she was in love was the night when you both observed a Mooncalf dance, trying to make sense of the pattern those sweet big-eyed creatures left behind.

No matter how many times you've seen them, their dances are spectacular--ever captivating.

But when Poppy asked for your opinion on the pattern she drew out, she stops after seeing your breathtaking smile, eyes practically sparkling in the glow of the moonlight..

And suddenly that's all she could focus on.

Suddenly that was the most beautiful thing in the world.

Since then, her jealousy around other students has increased tenfold...especially when one jerk who disrespected beasts bragged about their poacher parents and invited you to visit their camp.

You've never seen a girl Depulso another student so fast in your life, but Poppy acts like nothing ever happened.

Similar to Sebastian, her jealousy manifests in the form of glares and general scorn towards anyone trying to ask you out on a date (which you, fortunately, decline).

She 100% rambles to the beasts about you.

If Highwing and Lord of the Shore could talk, they'd tell her to just stfu and confess to you already bc the tension is killing them.

It only (finally) happens when you invite her to the Vivarium for the first time, and they both nudge you two together, not backing down until you finally kiss.

If any of yall know that scene in Pokémon Scarlet/Violet where the box legendary pushes Arven towards his friends...that's this exact situation.

Leander Prewett

There's not doubt that this Gryffindor was going to grow jealous of your rising popularity in Summoner's Court and Crossed Wands.

He's a sore loser, while you have generally good sportsmanship..but he secretly appreciates you encouraging him to keep practicing. He only keeps going because of your words alone.

Outside of classes and competitions, he tries to hang out with you but oftentimes your attention goes to other people--whether it's professors keeping you after class to go over extra assignments or a friend sending you an owl with an urgent request.

You don't mean to keep ditching him, but to him it feels like you're always "too busy" for him.

Leander just scowls at the owls while they stare back at him like "hey, don't shoot the messenger".

Yet even when you do manage to spend time together, he only ever asks about your recent escapades....and then refuses to believe them despite you explaining them in great detail.

To this day, he still isn't convinced you possess ancient magic.

But the truth is that he wants to believe you. He admires your bravery and is insanely in love with that aspect of you....though he doesn't know how to express that.

He wishes he can relate and have cool stories to tell, but when people bring up his name they only ever talk about his constant failures.

He doesn't feel any better when others rush to defend your acts of heroism, thinking he's being a jerk.

The truth is you actually loved him and his company despite your frequent banter, but believed him to be way out of your league.

At least until the day Professor Kogawa assigned you to help him after flying class, citing the lack of respect he's been showing to his broom and your good influence on classmates.

He saw this as his chance to impress you...and failed miserably as he was unable to focus and snapped at his broom in frustration, causing it to whack him in the face just as a group of Slytherins passed by.

They laughed and teased him relentlessly, but after scaring them off with a chomping cabbage...you realized Leander had disappeared.

But he didn't go far as you discover him sulking near the lake, hiding himself with the Disillusionment charm (which you cancelled with Revelio).

It's there he finally talks about his true feelings towards you, and you see a more vulnerable side to the typically uptight Gryffindor.

In the end, you decide to give him a chance.

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[elinoracia]

⁑ Someone else flirts with you // Hogwarts legacy characters reactions x reader ⁑

~ Hogwarts Legacy headcanons ~

Warnings: Jealousy, fluff, f!reader, use of Y/N, not proofread, swearing (censored) Pairings: Sebastian x reader, Ominis x reader, Garreth x reader, Amit x reader, Poppy x reader, Natty x reader, Imelda x reader, Leander x reader.

Feel free to request anything!

→ [All characters are aged up to 18 y.o. or more (7th year)] ←

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Context: Following the events that took place during the 5th year, you became more popular without really wanting it. A few people have started to take a closer interest in you. But you still only have eyes for one person since you arrived. However, a boy has started flirting with you and talking to you more and more often. His name is Spencer Rooks. Spencer is the captain of the Hufflepuff quidditch team, also in 7th year. His soft blue eyes, freckles and blond messy hair could make anyone feel flustered around him. But he only has his eyes on you and the person you like took notice of that. Today, Spencer passed you a note to meet him after class. You chose to accept his offer and listen what he had to say to you. Someone seems to not be too pleased by that... (pre-relashionship)

THEIR REACTION:

Sebastian:

Oh he's pissed. You're his! Well...not yet but you are his! He tolerated Spencer's flirting for way too long. He has to intervene.

"Spencer, leave her alone. Can't you see Y/N is not interested?"

All means are good if it makes him leave you alone. But if Spencer insists too much to talk to you, Sebastian will definitely raise his wand at him. He's not scared to be in detention again.

"Let's leave Y/N. He's not worth you time at all." He takes your hand and leads you somewhere else.

"What a prick! Touching you like that and flirting with you. Trust me, he's not good enough for you."

You ask him if he's jealous and you see him frown.

"I am not jealous, I would just prefer if he didn't exist near you! I-I mean...I know you can take care of yourself but- I just don't like others around you that can't respect you."

He'll cross his arms and will stare into your eyes.

"Next time, tell him you're mine. Tell him you're my girlfriend. And if he tries anything, I won't need my wand to hurt him. Besides, I bet he only likes you because you're Hogwarts hero or something like that...NO! I'm not jealous! I just think you deserve better!"

He will make sure that everyone knows you're his, even if you're not yet in a relationship with him.

He WILL be more affectionate and touchy in public.

He's very possessive and will remind you that you both were best friends before you saved Hogwarts and the wizzarding world in general.

"I liked and still like you for you, don't fall for guys like Spencer who only notice you for what you did. He's an opportunist! And you deserve someone who can see how wonderful you are."

Ominis:

Now he is more discreet about his feelings for you and how he handles jealousy. But when Spencer asked you to meet him after class, Ominis couldn't let that happen. He realises he was too slow to be the first to ask you out and he had to do something...quickly.

"Y/N, is that true that you planned to meet Spencer after class? Well...I advice you to reconsider. He does not seem like a very proper gentleman."

You ask him if he's jealous. You see his cheeks redden.

"Jealous? Why should I be jealous Y/N? You obviously are too good for him. And he does not seem like the type of individual you would be into...isn't he?"

He is worried you are into another boy but he tries to keep his composure.

"I heard a few people gossiping about him. Apparently, he has a new girlfriend every month. You deserve to feel special Y/N."

This might be the first time he pays attention to meaningless gossips. But he just has to convince you not to give Spencer a chance.

"Besides, I might need your help after class to prepare myself for our next potion exam. My concoctions are still utter rubbish and you seem to be the only one who actually make me improve my skills."

Any reason is a good reason if it makes you stay away from the Hufflepuff.

He will sit next to you in every class to make everyone understand you are with him, even if you're not his girlfriend yet...

He will frown everytime he hears you talking to another guy. And if Spencer dares to speak to you, he will drag you away and find an excuse to justify it.

"I hope he was not bothering you. I can make the Headmater expel him if he tries anything inappropriate. Just tell me if anything happens."

He didn't mind boys talking to you but when Spencer got a little to close to you for his liking, he became a bit more protective of you. He doesn't want to let that happen again.

Garreth:

He is not usually the jealous type because he knows you're not interested by the other boys/girls who are flirting with you on a daily basis. But Spencer seemed to have your attention for some reason... And when Garreth is jealous, he is not very classy about it.

"What is going on with Spencer and you? I heard you two whispering during class. Since when the both of you are that close?"

You explain to him you planned to meet up with Spencer after class because he had something to tell you. You hear the red-haired boy scoff.

"I bet he'll confess to you...that idiot. Hum...please tell me you don't reciprocate his feelings?"

He'll try to invite you somewhere else so you don't join Spencer after class. He thinks he is being sneaky about it.

"Please I can't find those ingredients without you, it's very urgent matters! Screw Spencer! Besides, you'd rather spend time with me than him...right?"

You're making the poor boy anxious. He is scared you might find Spencer better than him.

"I can also play quidditch you know? And I bet Spencer is not a talented potionist like I am! I'm just saying..."

You ask him if he's maybe...jealous? He left you no time to finish your last word that he quickly retorts.

"Me? Jealous? Please Y/N, you can't be serious. Why would I be jealous? We're...friends... and he is just some guy. I simply don't want you to shift your attention on him and forget about me, alright?"

You try to reassure him with some light-hearted teasing that he was your favorite flirt and that you couldn't possibly forget about him, even if you tried.

"Well...now I know. Could you maybe repeat the part where you said you could never forget me?"

Amit:

He is really not the jealous type because he understands why and how popular you became. But when he is jealous, he does not dare to talk about it to not seem possessive or selfish. But the way Spencer acts around you doesn't sit right with him...

"Y/N? I hope you don't mind if I bring up a rather...private subject. It's about you and Spencer. I noticed you two during class... Are you perhaps- please stop me if you do not feel comfortable sharing- b-but are you two...together?"

You ask him if he's just curious or maybe... jealous? You see him stiffen at your question.

"J-Jealous? I'm really not! I swear! I just think he might not be the right fit for you... You deserve someone who sees you for who you really are; the shiniest star in the sky. Nothing less..."

You reassure him by certifying that you were not in a relationship with Spencer. You then explain he just asked you to meet you up after class to tell you something. You see Amit slightly frown.

"I...I don't think you should meet with him."

He then instantly apologizes. His facial expression is a mix between confusion and fear. He's torn between telling you not to go or let you do what you want...

Out of the blue, he gently grabs your hand.

"What if I said I also... wanted to see you? Who would you choose?"

You can't help but let out a small chuckle. Of course you would choose Amit over him...over anyone actually. But he is so cute when he is jealous. But you finally give in to his request.

"R-really? You'd rather be with me? Then let's go to Honeydukes after class! I could also let you try the new lense of my telescope!"

Seeing him compete for you attention definitely made you feel really hot... He is so adorable.

Poppy:

She is way too obvious when she is jealous. She just can't hide it. This Spencer boy is seriously getting on her nerves...Why can't he just leave you alone? She's the only one who has the right to be glued to Y/N!

"Hum...Y/N...Are you and Spencer a thing? Because he seems really interested and you don't seem to mind it. I-I'm just curious, that's all! You know you can tell me anything."

She looks nervous and you can see it. She is twisting a strand of her hair between her fingers.

You tell her that Spencer actually asked you to meet him after class. Seeing the look on Poppy's face, you might have actually thought she saw a ghost. She was petrified.

"M-Meet him after class? Does he like you? Do you think he'll confess? Oh Merlin... Do you like this guy?"

She bombards you with questions. You're trying your best to reassure her but she doesn't seem to focus on what you're saying. You then take her hands into yours to calm her down.

"I-I'm sorry. But, as your friend... of course... I am just worried this guy is just not any good for you at all. He doesn't seem like the type to treat you right or anything. And you're worth so much better!"

"And who do I deserve then Poppy?" You asked with a playful giggle. You like to see her all flustered. It was so cute.

"W-Well...maybe someone who like you before all the stuff that happened during 5th year...A-Anyway! It's not about that, we are talking about Spencer here!"

She pouts at your light teasing. She is so terribly obvious about how she feels.

You have to reassure her and tell her that you don't feel anything for the Hufflepuff boy. She lets out a big sigh of relief.

"Good...So...does that mean you're free after class? Wanna do something with me?"

Natty:

Now Natty is very mature and can handle her jealousy very well...that's what she thought until Spencer grew a little too close to you. She usually doesn't mind your multiple admirers but this time it felt different. She has to do something...

"Y/N, I was wondering... Spencer seems quite persistent. Maybe you need help to tell him off?"

You explain to Natty he actually became a good friend and that he wanted to talk to you after class. She keeps a neutral face, not wanting her emotions to get the best of her.

"That is good to hear. I wonder what he has to say to you."

Natty knew exactly what Spencer wanted to talk to you about. But she felt selfish... She was biting her tongue to not say anything more.

"I hope he is not in love with you Y/N. I heard he was quite a flirtatious guys and that he treated his ex-girlfriends very poorly... Yes those are gossips but sometimes they are right! Well...maybe he is just pretending to be nice to you for now, you know how boys are."

She would let you meet Spencer after school but she would overthink about what your response to his confession would be.

"So? What did he say? Tell me everything!" She was trying to keep a smile on her face but she was really really anxious.

As you explained to her, you see her gently relaxing her shoulders. You don't share the same feelings as Spencer, to her delight.

"That's good. He was not right for you anyway." You then dare to ask her why she was so happy you didn't reciprocated his feelings. She was taken aback.

"P-please don't think I was jealous. I just know you well enough to assume he was not your type at all. You deserve someone who will treat you like a princess."

She has never been more relieved you rejected someone. She will keep a close eye on you the next time someone talks to you. She can't let that happen again.

Imelda:

When she is jealous, she usually just bullies you. She hates to see you with other people no matter who they are. So, you can be certain that she cannot stand Spencer being all flirty and chatty with you.

"He just can't leave you alone, can he? Always trying to get your attention. It's so pathetic. Don't give him the time of the day, he's a twat."

You tell her that Spencer asked you to meet him after class. You see her almost explode of rage in front of your very eyes.

"What the f*ck? Who does he think he is? I mean, please let him embarrass himself, I know he doesn't stand a chance...right? Don't tell me you like him? Oh good...not that I care or anything, you do you."

You ask her if she's jealous. She lets out the meanest laugh you've ever heard. Ouch...

"Me? Jealous of him? I can prove it to you that I am, in fact, better than him. I'm also a MUCH better quidditch player. Just saying... Don't look at me like that! I'm not jealous! Just stop hanging out with him, that's all!"

She might sound agressive but she really just needs to be reassured.

"And you promised me to be there at every one of my quidditch practices. And if he doesn't like it, I'm not afraid to punch him in the throat and break his precious broom."

You notice how agitated she is by the fact that Spencer might like you. You say nothing to preserve peace but...how cute it was that she wanted to fight someone for you.

"Forget about him. You deserve a much better contenders for your love. You also deserves someone that is as good as me on a broom. Spencer is way too slow. Why are you smiling at me like that? What did I say?"

She'll make sure you only look at her during practice and during other classes. She'll make sure to remind you that she is the best person to hang out with you.

Leander:

Now he will go about it the hard way to keep people who are interested in you away. He usually straight up lies and tells everyone you are actually his girlfriend so nobody will flirt with you. But Spencer just directly asked you...not fair. He has to do something about it... and now.

"What? He asked you to meet him after class? Well...just don't go? Or tell him you have a boyfriend? Oh come on, it's just a little white lie."

He tries to convince you not to go. But you still want to hear what Spencer has to say.

"Okay but only if I go with you. I can't leave you alone with that creep. Do we have a deal?"

When you wait for Spencer after class, Leander was waiting with you. Leander just couldn't hold back the urge to mark his territory and show that you were his...not officially but in his mind your were his.

"So, please tell us what you wanted to say. Don't be shy."

Leander is touching VERY inappropriately while Spencer tries to speak. He runs his hands down your back, around your shoulders and…on your hips.

You want to stop it but you can't. You...like it. It makes you feel all nervous and you feel your cheeks redden.

At the end, the poor Spencer just gave up and excused himself from the conversation.

"I think he got the message. You're not interested by him and you'll never be. I was helpful, see? "

You scold him gently, telling him how innapropriate that was. He just smirks and chuckles at you. He's so childish...

"Oh don't pretend you didn't like it Y/N. Maybe I should do it more often, that seems to keep the others away."

You stroked his ego unintentionally.

But...what if...nobody stopped you from going?

Spencer:

He waits for you after class. He looks so nonchalent, you almost refuse to think he might confess to you.

"You came! What a relief. I just wanted to tell you that...I know that we've not been friends for long but...hum...I like you. I almost lost my last quidditch match because you were the only thing on my mind."

You were just speechless. Your face was burning up and your cheeks were red. He took notice of that.

"Sorry, I just blurted it out but I'm really serious. I like you Y/N. And if you just let me one chance to prove that I'm worthy of your affection, you won't regret it! Does it sound too corny? I just really like you sorry, I'm letting my heart speak for me right now."

The Hufflepuff's face was also red. He looks so sincere. His blue eyes staring right into yours.

"Do you need time to think about it? I can give you some space. I just... I would give you the world if you ask me to. You're just...so wonderful. But I'll give you the time you want to think about it! Or maybe we could go on a date? Just to make sure I'm your type."

He lets out tiny nervous chuckles as he speaks. He is a blushing mess and he is trying his hardest to speak clearly and not be overwhelmed by his emtions.

Will you give him a chance?

#I HOPE YOU LIKED IT PLS MAKE SOME REQUEST I DON'T HAVE ANY IDEAS LEFT #hogwarts legacy headcanons #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #garreth weasley #poppy sweeting #amit thakkar #natty onai #imelda reyes #leander prewett #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x slytherin!reader #ominis gaunt x you #ominis x reader #ominis x y/n #sebastian x y/n #hogwarts legacy ominis #hogwarts legacy oc #slytherin #hufflepuff #ravenclaw #gryffindor #jealousy headcanons #character reactions #character react #character reacts

[alliezarin]

context: 6th year. they had a fight right before the match but he still proteccs ✨

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[slytherinsprincesss]

Sebastian (to MC and Ominis): Guys, I just had a thought.

MC: Oh no, not again. It’s too early for this.

Sebastian: It’s a good one this time, promise!

Ominis: Sebastian, when it’s you it’s NEVER a good one.

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[girl-named-matty]

HL characters react to you getting flowers from someone else - Modern AU

Receiving flowers that weren't from them. Tags: Fluff, hints at jealousy, girlfriend is used to refer to the reader twice (can be swapped out for "lover" to make it gn), y/n is used once. Parings: Sebastian x reader, Ominis x reader, Garreth x reader, Leander x reader, Amit x reader, Natty x reader, Imelda x reader, Poppy x reader ...

Hellooo everyone 👀. As you can probably tell, I am getting into some new content. with this modern texting AU! Lmk what you guy's think of this and if you would like to see more content like this!! ..

I hope you all enjoyed ❤️

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[crowlipso]

HL but it's a rom-com

(My mc, Agatha Crowley)

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts #hp #hogwarts oc #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #leander prewett #slytherin #gryffindor #my art

[blueraineshadows]

Her Gryffindor

Part 3 of my Leander series

Part 1 - It's Not a Date 🌶🔥

Part 2 - I Don't Kiss and Tell 🌶❤️

Leander Prewett x F!MC 🔥🌶❤️🔞 NSFW

She couldn't find Sebastian anywhere and the panic was starting to set in. She hadn't seen Leander either and her mind was creating all sorts of awful scenarios. She didn't want either of them to get hurt.

MC wasn't one for tears. They were a sign of weakness and she tried to avoid it if she could, she had learnt at a very young age to hide her weaknesses to avoid being bullied. It was a habit long practised. However, right now, she could feel the burn of tears at the backs of her eyes.

It was an unfortunate side effect of being close to someone, she realised. When you let them in, there was the potential to get hurt. Holding people at arm's length prevented it but, the closeness she now shared with her friends was something she would fight for, hurt for. They were worth it.

The sun was setting. She had missed dinner, but she wasn't hungry. Feeling tired, her throat still aching after the choking experience in the forest, she made her way to the Slytherin common room. The great snake door slithered into place and she entered, the cool ambience soothing as she descended the staircase.

Imelda rushed towards her as soon as she entered the common room. "Finally," she said, taking her arm. "Where on earth have you been?"

"I was looking for..." MC trailed off. Sebastian was sitting on the sofa, head in his hands. Ominis was beside him, his face set in cold disapproval. MC's stomach clenched.

"What happened?" She asked. She looked at Imelda and Imelda winced.

"They had a fight," she said. "Sebastian and Leander. And not a fight with wands either, although it did start that way. It ended with fists."

MC stared at Sebastian, but he wouldn't look up at her. She looked back at Imelda. "Where's Leander?"

"Not sure," she admitted. "The fight was in the Viaduct Courtyard after dinner. We broke it up before any professors came along. I think Garreth took Leander away."

MC sighed, but Imelda wasn't finished. "Erm, everyone knows. About you and Leander. There was a lot of shouted insults..." She trailed off, throwing an evil glare Sebastian's way.

MC moved towards Sebastian, standing before him. Still, he would not look up at her. "Look at me," she demanded.

Ominis sighed. "Don't be a fool, Sebastian."

Sebastian looked up at her. MC sucked in a swift breath. His face was fairly banged up, Leander had certainly given his fair share of hits. She folded her arms, resisting the urge to take a closer look at his bruises and cuts. "What were you thinking?"

"He wasn't thinking, that's the point," Ominis muttered. "Lashes out first, to hell with the consequences."

Sebastian glared up at her, face hard, cold. "What were you thinking? Letting that filthy Gryffindor put his hands on you."

MC flinched. "I didn't realise I needed your permission," she snapped. "Last time I checked it was my body."

Sebastian stood in one fluid motion. "Last time I checked you were mine to touch, now you're putting it out to him, of all fucking people MC. It's disgusting!"

Her hand flew up without even thinking about it. The slap she delivered to his cheek resounded sharply across the common room, his head swinging viciously to the side. Her palm stung from the impact and she wrung her hand, wincing, her breaths coming in quick gulps.

Both Imelda and Ominis gasped in surprise.

"Bastard," MC hissed. Those tears that had threatened earlier welled up in her eyes, hot and fast. She tried to gulp them back, but it was no good. They spilled free.

Sebastian stood still, stunned. Then, slowly he swung his head back to look at her. His cheek was reddened where she had struck him, adding to the already colourful array of bruises. His eye was watering on that side, leaking down his cheek as if he was crying too.

He said nothing, just stared as he wiped his cheek dry with his hand. MC choked back her tears, backing away from him. She couldn't stand this. This was exactly what she had wanted to avoid.

Imelda moved towards her. "MC..."

MC held up her hands. "No, please," she sobbed. "Don't touch me. I need...I'm sorry. I can't do this."

With one more heart broken look at Sebastian, she ran for the stairs. She had to get out.

....*....

Leander hissed as Garreth wiped a cotton pad soaked in potion over the split on his eyebrow. Sebastian had thrown a few good punches, but Leander had tackled him down to the ground pretty fast. He grew up wrestling with an older brother, he knew how to fight when he needed to.

Garreth gave him a rueful smile. "I guess there won't be any need for sneaking around anymore after this," he said.

Leander gave him a grim smile. "That's if she will even speak to me. I made a bit of a mess of Sallow's face."

"He did kind of deserve it though," Garreth said. He dabbed at the cut again, and not that gently. Leander swiped the pad from his fingers and did it himself. Garreth grimaced. "I don't think he will be coming back for another pop at you, though. Nice moves there, mate. I'm impressed!"

"I can't believe she told him and didn't warn me," Leander said. "I haven't seen her all day."

Garreth shrugged. "Maybe she didn't get a chance to. Sebastian was rather wound up, maybe they argued too. I'm sure she will talk to you about it, mate. Try not to worry."

It was late when Leander finally went to bed. He wasn't even tired but thought he had better try. Tomorrow was the last exam, and he should get some sleep. He wondered if MC was okay. He missed her, ached for her, worried that this was the beginning of the end.

Feeling restless, and drawn to the desire of being near her, he dressed and slipped quietly from the Gryffindor common room. Walking the castle at night was oddly peaceful, and he arrived at MC's secret room in no time. He thought about leaving a note for her there, a point of contact in the hope that she wouldn't slip from his grasp.

There was no need for a note. She was there, sitting huddled against the cushions by the light of a single candle, her face blotchy and tear streaked. She looked up in surprise to see him in the doorway.

"Leander," she whispered.

His brow creased in concern as he entered the room. "Are you alright?"

She stared up at him, and then her face crumbled, fresh tears spilling from her eyes. She held her arms up to him and he immediately hurried to her. He dropped to his knees and pulled her into his embrace, cradling her head against him.

Her fingers clutched at his robe as she sobbed against his chest. He rocked her, smoothed his hand over her hair and pressed light kisses onto her head. He hated seeing her like this. She was strong, stubborn, fiery, and seeing her so sad broke his heart.

"It's alright," he whispered. "I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere. It's going to be okay."

Her tears slowed and she wiped at her cheeks. She lifted her head and studied his face, her fingers tentative as she explored the cut and bruising to his jaw. "Does it hurt?" She whispered.

He shook his head. "I'm fine."

"I'm sorry," she said. "You didn't deserve this."

"It's not your fault," he said. He took her chin in his fingers, his thumb brushing her lips. "I just hope it hasn't changed anything between us."

"No," she said, immediately. She shook her head and held his face in her hands. She held his gaze, her eyes shining from her tears. "I'm not letting you go."

His heart fluttered in his chest. He soothed her tears from her cheeks and bent to press a soft kiss to her mouth. She kissed him back, so soft and gentle. When she looked at him again, the intensity in her gaze stole his breath.

Something was different. Her kisses were slow, seductive even, and she kept eye contact with him as she slowly removed his clothes. Her kisses were soft as she pressed them to his throat, his shoulders, her hands smooth and sensual as she caressed him.

She pressed her nakedness against him, arching upwards as though hungry for the contact as he lay above her. He kissed away her tears, his mouth lovingly pressing kisses over her breasts, his hands cupping them and relishing her soft moans.

She rolled them both, straddling him, rolling her hips against him, her gaze burning into his. He smoothed his hands over her hips, tracing the exquisite curve of her waist. She guided him inside of her, arching as she took him deeper. He groaned, squeezing her perfect backside as she began to move.

There was no urgency, just a slow build of desire, he moaned, whispering to tell her how good she felt, how much he wanted her. His hips rocked to meet her sensual rhythm, his hands holding her firmly by the hips.

Afterwards, they lay together, wrapped closely in each other's arms, and he pressed soft kisses to her hair. There was no doubt. He loved her. He could feel it, like a warm blaze in his chest. It almost hurt, how precious and amazing she felt here in his arms. It didn't matter if she didn't feel the same, he would still love her.

They didn't return to their common rooms that night, they made a make shift bed on the rug and slept in each other's arms. Nothing had felt more right.

....*....

MC picked at a slice of toast, her stomach a ball of lead. Today was the last day of exams. School was almost over. It was bittersweet. She looked across the Great Hall towards the Gryffindor table, Leander's eyes finding hers immediately, his soft smile loosened the tension a little, and she smiled back.

Something had shifted between them, something soft, fragile, and she felt the need to protect it. She sighed and gave up on the toast. A gentle hand reached for hers and gave it a squeeze. She looked down at the slim, pale hand and instinctively leant her shoulder against Ominis. His calm, steady presence beside her was a comfort.

"He will come around, MC," he said, quietly. "Even if I have to nag him from dawn till night. You know what he is like, brash, stubborn, foolish. But underneath, he loves you. I think that's half the trouble."

MC frowned and squeezed his hand. "He's an idiot. Why didn't he say anything sooner if he wanted more from me? Maybe I would have given it a try, I don't know. I always thought it wasn't like that. But, its too late now. I have feelings...I like Leander, Ominis. I want to try with him."

Ominis smiled. "Then be happy, MC," he said. "But don't get too swept up in your new romance. I will expect to see you once we graduate. I am going to miss our morning chats."

Oh gods, she felt the burn of tears again. She sucked them back and lay her head on his shoulder. "I love you, Ominis, you're my family now. You're not getting rid of me that easily."

....*....

It was done. MC had done everything she possibly could have when it came to exams, and now she was free. She walked the grounds of the castle, the warm summer sun on her back. She had organised a room in Hogsmeade, a temporary place to lay her head while she figured out a more permanent solution. The shop was doing well, so she had an income.

Hogwarts had been the first real place she could call a home, with people she cared for. It was going to be a wrench to leave here, and she wasn't sure if she was ready to take that leap. It was scary.

Sebastian was ignoring her. It hurt, there was no way to hide from that. But she wasn't going to go running to him this time. She loved him, missed him, but she had forgiven him so much over the years. This time he needed to earn it. He needed to be sorry. She was not going to apologise for falling for someone else.

Yes. This softness in her heart, this glow that lingered after Prewett had touched her, it was a delicate little flame that was being nurtured by every long look he gave her. His hands stirred it, his kiss made it flare hotly, but most of all, his presence was a comfort that she was easing in to.

As she made her way towards the Summoners Court board, she saw him playing a game with his sister. Muriel's giggles drifting across the lawn as her ball rolled off the board and Leander laughed, bending to help her have another go at it.

"Room for one more?" She asked. They both turned to her. Muriel smiled brightly and clapped her hands. "MC, it's you! Yes, please come and help me beat my oaf of a brother," she said. She grabbed her hand and dragged her up onto the boards.

MC met Leander's gaze, her smile for him a delicate curve, a secret exchange of awareness between them. He didn't touch her, just smiled, the soft smile he reserved only for her.

"Maybe we could make this a little more interesting," he said. "Winner gets a prize?"

"Oo, what's the prize?" Muriel asked. She looked between the two of them and a sly grin curved her lips. "How about you two play and the winner gets a snog?"

MC smirked at Leander. "Isn't that how this all started in the first place?"

Muriel frowned. "How what started?"

Leander blushed and dipped his head. "I still say you lost on purpose."

Muriel gasped. "Merlin, you two have already snogged haven't you?"

Leander ruffled her hair. "None of your business," he grumbled. "Come on, let's play. Winner gets a box of treats from Honeydukes."

MC was amused at his bashfulness. She hadn't thought he might be shy about public displays of affection. She decided to take matters into her own hands though, and moved to slip her arm around his waist. He looked down at her in surprise, his cheeks darkening further.

She looked up at him, uncaring of who saw, and winked. She looked at Muriel and smiled. "You were right about his hugs, Muriel," she said. "They really are the best."

Muriel did a little dance and clapped her hands. "My brother and the Hero of Hogwarts," she squealed. She rushed to wrap her arms about them both, the three of them squished into an embrace. MC laughed in delight, returning the sweet girls affection. When her eyes met Leander's she almost couldn't breathe at what she saw in them.

Suddenly, life after Hogwarts didn't seem so scary after all. She smiled, and tried to convey the warmth in her heart as she gazed back at him. The words were there, buried deep, but she wasn't ready to voice them yet. She was savouring them, learning to appreciate what they meant. But, she would tell him. She just needed to be ready.

....*....

The 7th years were gathered in the Great Hall, the headmaster and Professor Weasley on the platform preparing to hand out the slim envelopes containing their futures, their NEWT grades.

MC wiped her hands on her hips nervously. So, she owned a shop, she wasn't preparing for some huge career, but those results would show if she really had earned her right to be here. Her throat was dry. Fear was a tricky thing, and usually she faced it head on, solid and true. Today she wasn't so sure.

A steady hand on her lower back made her sigh. She looked up at Leander and managed a tight smile. "I just know you will have the best grades," she said. "You're a bit of a nerd after all."

He chuckled. "Thanks, I think," he said.

She bit her lip as she looked up at him. "Oh, it's definitely a compliment, Leander. Nerds are very attractive in my opinion."

They stood holding their envelopes, staring at them. "You first," she said.

Leander nodded and ripped the pale cream envelope open, pulling out the parchment and scanning the page. MC held her breath. Then he laughed. "Fuck! I did it!"

She hurried to look at his results. He was right. He had smashed it, despite her dragging him off and distracting him. There was another envelope inside and he pulled that out, a confused frown on his face. When he opened this one he paled, and then a bright flush soon followed.

"I've been accepted on to the professor training program," he gasped. His hands shook. "I can understudy here, at Hogwarts..."

He had to stop, swallowing hard. MC felt her heart squeeze for him. It was what he had wanted. And a selfish part of her was inwardly screaming. He would be close to her, she could see him everyday once term started again.

Ignoring the other students in the hall, the staff, everything, she threw her arms around his neck, nearly knocking him off his feet. She squeezed him so hard he grunted, his arms coming around her waist. "You deserve this," she whispered fiercely. "I am so proud of you."

He was choked. He merely nodded and looked at the acceptance letter again, shaking his head. He mentally shook himself and gave her a nudge. "Now you, open yours," he said.

She stared at her envelope and hesitated. She thrust it towards him. "I can't," she said, flushing.

He pushed it gently back towards her. "Come on now," he said. "Surely some of that Gryffindor bravery has rubbed off on you. You've got this."

He was right. With a deep breath, she opened her envelope and stared at her own results. Her lip trembled. Top marks across the board, even in Arithmancy, and she owed that to him. She nodded, words escaping her. He took the parchment to see, and then it was her turn for a bone crushing hug.

It might not have meant a whole lot to some, but those results were the proof that she belonged in this world. She had earned every last one with her very blood. But she hadn't done it alone. Her friends had helped her. A tight sadness clenched her heart, missing the one who had always been at her side since day one.

She looked up at Leander. "Give me a minute?"

"Of course," he said.

She slipped from his arms with the promise to meet back up with him shortly. She clutched her results in her hand and moved through the hall, chatting quickly with some friends and sharing their congratulations, but there was one face she needed to see.

She caught the back of Sebastian leaving the hall, alone. She hurried after him. He'd always had a quick stride, but she jogged to catch him up, reaching for his arm. He halted, his surprised gaze meeting hers.

She held up her parchment. "I did it," she said, softly. His eyes dropped to her grades, scanning them quickly. "I just wanted to thank you. I couldn't have done half of it without you, and I appreciate it. I didnt want you to leave without knowing that."

He nodded, his eyes guarded. "You're welcome," he said. "And you shouldn't be surprised. You are a brilliant witch, MC. One of the best." His smile was small, sad.

"What about you?" She asked.

He shrugged, easy, carefree. "I did alright, enough to see me right with the Ministry."

"I didn't doubt you for a second," she said. She turned awkwardly, a little nod to him as she made to leave.

His hand caught her robe and she paused, looking back. He stared at her a moment before pulling her in for a tight hug. He buried his face into her hair. "I'm sorry, for everything," he said. His fingers were in her hair, sliding through to hold the back of her neck. "Be happy, MC. That's all I ask."

She swallowed thickly and returned his hold on her. "As long as you promise me the same," she murmured. "I love you, Sebastian."

"Not how you love him, though," he said, pulling back from her. He brushed his fingers under her chin, his smile beautiful. He bent to press a light kiss to the tip of her nose and smirked playfully. "Just remember though, if it doesn't work out with your Gryffindor, you could always come and find me. You know I can never say no to you."

She blushed and swiped at his hand, a laugh bubbling up her throat. "You're a bloody nightmare, Sallow," she sighed.

He grinned and stepped away from her, hands sliding into his pockets. "Don't be a stranger, MC. Come and visit us in London. You're always welcome."

"I will," she said. "As I said to Ominis, you're my family now. You're stuck with me."

She watched him walk away, robe billowing out behind him, the familiar swagger of his step making her smile fondly. He was a rogue, and she would miss him. But, she had her own path to tread now, and she needed to get back to it.

....*....

Summer was in full force and slipping by quickly. It had been busy around the family farm, and Leander had been lending a hand, helping with the harvest and around the house. But today, he was waiting at the train station. MC was coming for her promised visit, and his heart ached to see her. The frequent owls they had exchanged wasn't enough. He craved her skin, the mischievous flash of her eyes.

When she stepped from the carriage, her hair swept up, soft strands framing that perfect face, he stilled. Her beauty slammed into him, the days apart had only magnified what he had been missing. A strong surge of imposter syndrome swept over him and he was rooted to the spot, heart hammering. Why was she here to see him?

She turned, eyes searching, and then she saw him, her lips lifting into the smile that he could never resist. She ran, her heels clicking on the platform, she dropped her suitcase without a care and launched herself at him. He unfroze his limbs in time to catch her, sweeping her up off her feet and burying his face into her soft sweetness.

Fuck, he had missed her.

She leant back, cupping his face in her hands. "I've missed you, Gryffindor," she said. She pressed her lips softly against his, searching his mouth, moaning quietly into his kiss. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "All the way here, all I could think about was how I want you to sneak me off somewhere and fuck me until I can't breathe."

He gasped, desire flooding through him, his cheeks colouring up at her words, and right here on the train platform no less! Her smirk was wicked and she kissed him again. "Not lost for words are you? Or, have you gone off me now?"

"No fucking chance," he said. "You know, I always thought Slytherins were meant to be cold and ruthless, but you are hotter than a firecracker!"

She smirked, wickedly. "Get me alone and I can play ruthless if you want me to, I do like a good tease."

He let out a desperate groan, his cock already aching to be buried inside of her. He put her feet back down on the ground and kissed her forehead. He took hold of her hand. "Let's get you home."

....*....

The Prewett home was cosy chaos. That was the only way MC could describe it. It looked lived in, loved, and his family were equally as charming. She sat at the kitchen table, a large mug of tea in front of her and a plate that was literally a mountain of homemade cookies.

Mrs Prewett was fussing around her, ensuring her every comfort. Leander had been right about her being small, and he had already received a slap for patting her on the head over lunch. MC had smothered her giggle, and Muriel had been her little partner in crime when it came to getting a blush out of Leander over the table.

She had been made to feel most welcome, not even the brief second of silence at the revelation she was a Slytherin had dampened the mood. The Prewett's were not judgemental in the slightest.

George, his brother, was even taller than Leander, his arms and neck strong from labouring on the farm. He bent to take a cookie from the plate and gave her a little wink. "What are you doing with our Lee then, MC? He is definitely duelling above his weight with you," he chuckled. "I can't believe he had the nuts to go after a Slytherin."

Mrs Prewett gave a little cry of protest and smacked his leg with her tea towel. "Watch your language in my kitchen, thank you very much," she scolded. "And in front of our guest too!"

"Your brother is very charming, actually," MC said. She thought about the night in Hogsmeade, when she had made him chase after her, his reward her kiss. "Let's just say he was relentless and I was powerless to refuse."

George quirked an eyebrow. "Sounds intriguing, do tell," he grinned.

"Right, that's it. Tea break is over," Mrs Prewett sighed. She gave George a nudge towards the door. "Go on, back to work."

MC pressed her lips together, fighting her smile as George was shooed out of the kitchen, his hand making a grab for one more cookie as he went.

Mrs Prewett gave her an apologetic look. "Forgive my firstborn," she said. "Like all the boys in this family, their mouths tend to land them in hot water more often than not."

MC smiled. "No apology needed," she said. "My skin is thicker than it looks, and I'm not afraid of a bit of banter."

Mrs Prewett settled into the chair adjacent to her. She gave MC a scrutinising look. "My Leander has done nothing but talk about you since he got home from school, it's rather sweet if you ask me," she said. "He was always such a shy, awkward boy. He seems different somehow, more confident. You make him happy."

MC blushed and lowered her gaze, she fiddled with her mug. "He makes me happy, too."

Mrs Prewett's smile was knowing. She gave MC's hand a little pat, and leant in to speak quietly. "I was watching you both at lunch, the little looks you two share. I remember what that feels like, dear," she said, warmly. "I've put you up in the spare room, but don't worry about the creaky floorboards. Mr Prewett sleeps like a log, and I know how to turn a blind eye." She tapped the side of her nose and winked.

MC gasped in surprise. "Oh...I..."

Mrs Prewett chuckled and stood, waving off her protest. She went to fetch the tea pot. "Top up?" She filled MC's mug. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Just make sure you're taking the potion. No babies just yet, plenty of time for them after you two have enjoyed time alone together."

MC gaped and shifted in her seat awkwardly. Babies? Potions? Mrs Prewett speaking to her about intimate things? She'd never had a mother, never had these talks with anyone other than gossip in girls bathrooms, or the school nurse.

Mrs Prewett seemed to see her discomfort and she put her hand on her shoulder. "Sorry, did I embarrass you? Forgive me," she said. "I can be a little blunt sometimes I suppose. But, Leander told me about you, that you are an orphan. If you ever need a woman to talk to, please, come to me. I know how scary things can be when you're trying to find your way. My door is open to you, to both of you. Whatever makes my boy happy, makes me happy. And you put the best kind of smile on his face."

MC stared at her. Tears burned the backs of her eyes. In less than a day she had been accepted with open arms. It was staggering. "Th...thank you," she whispered.

Mrs Prewett squeezed her shoulder affectionately. "Right then, let me get a glass of something cool for Lee, shall we? He's working hard out there in that sun, you can take it to him, spend some time with your man."

....*....

Still a little overwhelmed, MC wandered across the yard towards the sound of an axe hitting wood. Leander was swinging it, chopping fire wood, a pile of split logs gathered beside him. MC paused in her step. He was shirtless, sweating, she stared at the ripple of lean muscle as he swung the axe down. A little sound left her throat and she was tempted to take a gulp of his drink that she held in her hand, because Merlin! She was suddenly parched.

She moved closer and he paused, smiling as she held out the glass. He took it and drank deeply, his throat working, beads of sweat trickling down his neck.

"Give me that," she demanded. She took the glass and put it on a nearby wall and grabbed his hand. "Come on, now, Prewett."

"What...where?" He stuttered. "I need to finish those logs."

"Sod the logs, I want you. Now," she gasped. She eyed him hungrily. "Fucking hell, you're so..."

She groaned and pulled him in for a kiss. "Where..." She was panting. "Before I lose my shit in your mother's garden."

He chuckled and dragged her down past a shed, the pair of them giggling as they ran down a dirt path and into the shadowed cool of a barn. There were huge bails of hay stored in there and he led her around into a secluded corner, backing her up against the bales, his mouth hot and hungry on hers.

She slid her hands over his sweaty chest, moaning, grinding her hips hungrily against him. "Gods," she groaned. "This is fucking hot, I love you like this, all sweaty and filthy."

His mouth was on her neck, sucking deeply, and she slid her hands inside his trousers, seeking his hardness. He squeezed her backside, sliding up her skirt, and she wrapped a leg around his waist.

It was frantic, breathless, he thrust hard and fast and she dragged her nails up his sweaty back, her own back scraping against the prickly hay bales.

He knew what she liked now, his hands seeking out her pleasure, and she came apart under his care, biting her lip against the climax that ripped through her. She clung to him, she had missed this, the connection their bodies made. They just clicked together, the bond growing ever thicker. She was beginning to wonder why she had ever hesitated over him.

She bit his lower lip and urged his own release out of him, watching as he gave it to her, his cock buried deliciously deep. Oh, fuck, she had it bad. For the first time in her life, she thought she would be willing to put her heart in someone else's hands.

....*....

It was late, the moon was high and the sky was a blanket of stars. Leander leant his head against MC's where it was settled against him. She was sat between his legs, back to his chest, his arms securely around her as they sat on the roof. They had climbed out the window on to it, something he had been doing ever since he had been able to.

The wide spread of rolling countryside spread out before them, his father's fields and beyond draped in shadow. The night was still warm, and they were in nothing but their nightclothes, and he was savouring the moment. It was pretty damn close to perfect.

She shifted a little, tilting her face up to his. He smiled and kissed her forehead. She was toying with one of his hands, stroking her finger tips along his knuckles like she always did.

"I love you, Gryffindor," she said, softly. "I hope you realise that."

Her words were so soft, he thought he might have misheard her. The roof felt like it shifted underneath him and he thought he might topple off, his arms tightening around her instinctively. "You...really?" He stared at her, stunned.

She smiled and shifted to take his face into her hands, she put her nose against his. "I love you," she said, louder this time. Then she tilted her head back, a laugh spilling from her lips, she called out. "I love Leander Prewett!"

He grabbed her closer, pressing a hand to her mouth as she giggled. "Shush, you'll wake everyone!"

"I don't care," she said. "I want the whole world to know. I love you."

He thought he was going to cry. His throat closed up. "Girls like you don't love boys like me," he choked.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked. "Now you listen to me, Prewett. You're smart, generous, kind, and you make me happy. Not to mention the way you make me feel when you fuck me the way you do, mmmm...gods, its so good."

He stared, heart pounding. He brought his fingers to her face. "But, you are so beautiful, so powerful, you could have anyone you wanted," he said.

"And I choose you," she said, simply. Then she frowned. "What's the matter with you? Are you trying to talk me out of it or something?"

"Gods, no!" He said, holding her tighter. "I'm never going to let you go, not ever. I love you too, so much. I just didn't think you would feel the same way about me, but that didn't mean I would stop. I would love you wherever you were, because you're you."

She smiled and kissed him, sliding her arms around his neck. Immediately, their passion began to burn, and she shifted again, trying to press up against him. Their balanced wobbled and they froze. He gasped. "Maybe we should get off the roof," he suggested.

She giggled. "Yes, because falling off is not in my plans for tonight."

"Oh, really?" He asked. He slid his hand downwards, dipping them under the hem of her pyjama top to seek out a deliciously soft breast. "And what are these plans? I'm afraid there are no graveyards around here to seduce me in."

"I thought we could take a blanket out to that barn we were in earlier," she whispered. She sucked his lower lip. "You can take me for a roll in the hay, farm boy. What do you think?"

He moaned appreciatively, kissing her, aching for her. "Anything for the girl I love."

Thank you for reading. I hope that my fic shines a little light on this side character. It has been a fun ride learning about who he could be, and how MC would fall for him. ❤️

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #leander prewett #leander prewett smut #mc x leander prewett #leander prewett x mc #blueraineshadows

[choccy-milky]

where clora goes, seb is never far behind🥰 (esp if she's with other boys LMAO) ((redraw of this scene from the show skam bc...its already just seb and clora))

#this is the second thing ive redrawn from the show skam...i think this means i need to watch it LMAO #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x oc #sebastian sallow fanart #hogwarts legacy fanart #sebastian x mc #leander prewett #clora clemons #choccyart

[atypicalamortentia]

Breeding Kink

Synopsis - The boys and their breeding kinks.

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - Characters aged up to 18+!

Word Count - 3.1K.

{Caffeinate Me}

SEBASTIAN SALLOW has major baby fever all of the time and he isn’t afraid to let you know about these feelings either. “Wanna have a baby?” He asks, looking at you with a devilish grin. You look up at him from the book you’re reading with wide eyes, completely taken aback by his comment. When you don’t answer, he asks you again. “Wanna have a baby?”

“Excuse me?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at him. 

Sebastian sits down next to you, placing a hand on your thigh. “Well I’ve been thinking of filling you up until your stomach bulges and you get pregnant with my babies.”

“Sebastian!” A gasp leaves your lips, however you don’t stop him from taking the book out of your hand and placing it on the coffee table in front of you. Sebastian places a hand on your chest and pushes you down onto the sofa so you’re lying down on your back. Without hesitation, he straddles your waist while still grinning at you. 

“That’s not an answer,” he sings before capturing your kiss into a passionate kiss. You don’t protest as his lips smash against yours. Instead, you kiss him back eagerly, discarding your clothes and throwing them all over the living room to find later. “I’ll take that as a yes then,” he grins watching as you spread your legs wide for him. Sebastian leaned down to kiss your neck, slipping his cock up your glistening folds to lubricate himself before slamming inside of you in one fell swoop. A moan leaves both of your lips and he slowly begins to move himself inside of you, not giving you time to adjust to his large length. Your hand grips his forearms in an attempt to slow him down, but Sebastian doesn’t give up. 

“Sebastian!” You groan loudly as your eyes roll into the back of your head. 

“Cum for me baby,” Sebastian growls in your ear. You can’t help but nod enthusiastically. Your fingers make their way to your clit and rub quick, yet calculated circles on the sensitive nub. Within seconds you were creaming around him, moaning his name on repeat. “Good girl,” Sebastian cooed, kissing your lips softly as he continued to smash his hips against yours. “Now, I’m gonna fill you up until you can’t take anymore okay? Got to get this beautiful stomach full of my babies.” You nod again, moaning loudly as Sebastian’s ruthless assault on your pussy continues until he’s a blubbering mess. You feel his cock twitch inside of you, if that was even possible, and you know that he’s about to explode. With a growl he cums deep inside of you, fucking it into you until he’s too sensitive to continue. “God you feel so good,” he groans, kissing the side of your neck as he pulls out of you with a slight pop/ 

Sebastian rolls off of you and stares at the ceiling, attempting to catch his breath. After a few moments of silence, you finally speak up, voice soft and shy. “Did you really mean what you said?” Sebastian looks at you, slightly confused. “About me getting pregnant. Did you mean it?” 

Sebastian grins at you again. “Yes. It’s all I’ve been able to think about.” 

“Well then. Maybe we can make it happen.” 

OMINIS GAUNT is unsure about his newly found kink, afterall, he only wants to have a baby when you’re both ready. However, recently the thought of filling you up with his cum until you get pregnant hasn’t left his mind. You’re sitting at the dinner table when Ominis says to you, “do you ever want children with me Y/N?” 

He takes a mouthful of food as you respond to his question. You don’t even need to think about it before you’re answering. “As long as they’re with you, I wouldn’t care if we had a litter.” You let out a soft giggle at your joke and look at the blonde who’s smiling at you playfully. 

“Well, I’ve been thinking lately…” he mumbles slightly. “About getting you pregnant.”

“You have?” You ask, smiling widely at him. Ominis just nods as he pushes his plate to the side, a sign that he was finished eating. You never thought Ominis would want children, and you were okay with that, so to hear this was like a breath of fresh air. 

“I keep thinking of running my hands over your body… Feeling your swollen belly in my hands and it just does things to me.” 

You raise an eyebrow out of curiosity. “What sort of things?”

He leans in over the table. His milky eyes stare into your soul before he whispers to you, “come and find out.”

You stand up, shaking with anticipation as you walk over to him. When Ominis feels you within arms length, he grabs your wrist and pulls you down onto his lap. A gasp of surprise leaves your lips when you feel his painfully hard erection underneath your bottom and you can’t help but squirm lightly. Ominis sucks in a breath as you squirm against him and he can’t help but thrust his hips up to meet yours. “Ominis,” you whisper softly, moving your hips lightly against him. 

You’re unable to say anything else before he commands you, “bedroom. Now.” 

You jump off his lap and eagerly grab his hand, leading him to your shared bedroom. You push Ominis onto the bed, taking the position of command like you usually do in the bedroom and kiss him with fever whilst bucking your hips up against his straining erection. You undress each other quickly and without speaking until you’re both completely naked. Ominis’ hands trail over your body, cupping your breasts eagerly. Without warning you sink yourself onto his length and he lets out a loud moan as you slowly inch yourself onto him. Every time you have sex it always feels like the first time: from the burn of the stretch to the way he moans - it was like you’d never touched him before. You let out a breathy moan as you begin your movements, allowing yourself to feel the arousal swell up inside of you as your orgasm was fast approaching. Ominis bucks his hips up to meet yours in a haphazard way and although his rhythm was completely off, he was still able to get you cumming around him in no time. “Please. Please make me a daddy,” he whispers repeatedly as you feel his cock twitch inside of you. You nod and moan at the sensation, coaxing his orgasm from him until he’s painting your insides with his seed at an ungodly speed. When you finally manage to pull yourself off of Ominis, he growled lightly. His hands guide your hips back down onto him, signalling to you that he didn’t want you to move just yet. 

“We’ll talk more about this later,” you whisper in his ear, kissing his cheek softly. 

“There’s nothing to talk about,” he says suddenly. “I want children. Your children. Let’s just do it.” 

You find yourself grinning at him before bending down to place a chaste kiss on his lips. “If you’re sure that’s what you want. Let’s do it.”

GARRETH WEASLEY doesn’t realise he has a breeding kink until the first time he has sex with you. After that, he’s a complete goner. He knows he won't rest until you’re pregnant, that’s for sure. He doesn’t bring it up to you until a few months after your first time. One night he’s between your legs, tongue dancing out of his mouth and lapping at your clit just the way you like it. His fingers are pumping in and out of you, pushing you to your second orgasm of the night when he hits you with the, “wanna stuff you full of my cum until you’re good and pregnant.” Your ears are ringing from the pleasure you’re experiencing and you hardly hear him however, when his words register to you you’re moaning for more. Your legs tense up around his head as you cum all over his face and that has Garreth smirking like you’ve never seen before. “You want that, huh?” He asks as he trails wet kisses up your naked body. “Want me to make you a mummy baby?”

“Yes please,” you choke out, marvelling at how big his cock looked between your thighs. His tip was red, leaking pre-cum as he grasped the base and slid it between your sticky folds. A soft gasp left your lips as Garreth slowly pushed his cock inside of you. In his usual fashion, he gave you a few moments to adjust to his large length before he began pounding into you relentlessly. There was something about the idea of you being pregnant with his baby that turned him on like never before. His hands made their way to your stomach, palming softly as he envisioned you swollen with his DNA. 

He kisses your neck, mumbling words of praises to you. “You’ll look so hot pregnant.” You’re unable to form words to reply as your back arches, completely overwhelmed with pleasure. “Everyone will know who you belong to when they see you full of my baby.” And just like that, you’re cumming again. Your legs wrap tightly around his waist as your fingernails rake down his back, no doubt leaving red marks for you to admire later. After a few more seconds of viscous thrusting, Garreth is moaning your name while exclaiming loudly that he was cumming. You feel him fill you to the brim and you let out an exhausted, content sigh as Garreth kisses your forehead lovingly. He looks down into your eyes and smiles. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you breath out softly. “I’m just surprised.”

“Surprised?”

“Yeah. I’m surprised that you want children with me,” you mumble, staring into his gorgeous eyes. 

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re the love of my life.” 

Your eyes fill up with tears as you question him, “I am?”

“Of course you are. I love you Y/N, never forget that.”

LEANDER PREWETT realises he has a breeding kink the second he sees you holding an infant. Your best friend had just had a baby and invited you and Leander around to meet them. Your eyes had widened as you cooed at the tiny human and Leander was gone. When you get home, Leander watches as you sit down while he paces back and forth awkwardly. You raise an eyebrow out of concern and ask him, “what’s wrong love?”

“Listen Y/N… We’ve been together for a long time now,” he starts, and you feel your heart sink at his words. You’re fearing a break-up speech, but you weren’t prepared for what he was about to say. “And I think I might have a breeding kink.”

You blink rapidly at him and ask, “a breeding kink?”

“It means I get turned on by the thought of impregnating you,” he explained. 

“I know what a breeding kink is Leander,” you roll your eyes and chuckle at him. 

“Then-” 

“How long have you known?” You ask softly, standing up and walking towards him. 

“Only since today,” he says, holding his arms out to hold you. “Seeing you with the kid… It made me think that we should have one.” 

“You’re joking right?” You ask, mumbling into his chest as you wrap your arms around his body. “I swear to Merlin Leander, if you’re joking I will kill you.”

He cupped your face in his hands and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was probably the sweetest and most passionate kiss you had shared with him, ever. “No. No I’m not joking.” His hands trailed down to your breasts, cupping them gently. “I can’t stop thinking about how large your tits would get full of milk. How swollen your stomach would be…”

A moan escaped your throat at his words, arousal settling in your core as you allowed yourself to think about the changes that would occur to your body if you were pregnant. “Leander,” you whimper softly. “Don’t tease me.” 

He nodded. “Okay princess.” He grabbed your hand and picked you up bridal style, walking quickly with you to your shared bedroom. He threw you onto the bed and you landed with an ‘oof’ before giggling up at him. 

“Leander!” You shriek gently. He didn’t reply though, he just climbed on top of you, pushing you down and kissing you softly before removing your trousers. He looks at you with a hunger in his eyes that you had never seen before. 

“God look at you,” he mumbles, taking in the view of your naked body underneath his. “You’re so beautiful. I don’t know if it would be possible, but you’d be more beautiful if you were pregnant.” You didn’t know how to respond to that, as sweet as it was, but you didn’t have a chance to before Leander was taking off his pants. His cock was painfully hard, standing straight to attention. You reach out to touch him but he batted your hand away playfully. “Not tonight baby, I wanna get to the main event.”

You blushed at his words and got on all fours for him - his favourite position. You shake your arse at him teasingly, showing him your dripping cunt. It was shameful how wet he got you and how quick he got you wet too. He lines himself up with your entrance, hands grasping your hips desperately as he pushes into you quickly. You let out a squeal and give him the go ahead to move. When he did, his pace was painfully slow. He wanted this to be loving, wanted to say that when you conceived your child it was slow and sensual. Leander’s movements were calculated, thrusting into you in a way that had you clenching around him. His fingertips prod at your clit, slowly circling it until you were creaming around his cock. It was embarrassing how quick he could make you cum. Your own orgasm had pushed Leander over the edge, the way your cunt clenched around him had his mind in a haze as he shot his load into your womb. He pulled out of you with a heavy breath and lay down next to you, head turning to the side to admire you. 

“God Leander,” you whisper breathlessly. “That was something else.” 

He laughs at you and wraps an arm around you, pulling you close to him. “I hope it worked.”

“Only time will tell,” you mumble as you close your eyes. It didn’t take either of you long to fall asleep, completely full of bliss. All you knew is that you’d definitely be having round two in the morning to make sure you got pregnant.

AMIT THAKKAR is really shy about his breeding kink. One night, you’re talking to him about the kinks you have when you decide to ask him about his. He stutters at first, not sure what to say when you giggle and say, “it’s okay. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want too.”

Amit finds himself fumbling over his words before he responds. “I have a kink about… impregnating you.” 

“You do?” You ask with wide eyes. Amit just nods in response, too shy and nervous to say anything. You find yourself thinking for a moment. You had always wanted kids, ever since you were younger. You always played house with your dolls and thought about baby names for your future children. You knew Amit was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, so you thought why not. “Why don’t we give it a try?”

Amit is stunned. He really wasn’t expecting you to be so open about it. “Really?”

You nod. “I think the time is right to start trying for a baby.” 

“You mean that?” Amit asks. 

“Of course,” you remain smiling at him and that’s when Amit’s confidence grows. 

He grabs your hand and leads you to the bedroom, anxiously anticipating what was to come. He slowly settles you down onto the bed, pushing you down so you’re laying flat on your back. Amit begins to undress you in a way that was almost teasing, carefully and slowly. You let out a soft moan as his fingers dance over your skin. “Are you okay?” He asks, his voice a whisper. You nod your head as you begin to help him out of his own clothes, desperately tugging at them. “Here. I’ll help you,” he smiles, moving his hands away from your body to help you remove the final articles of clothing on his body. When you were both bare to each other, the air in the room was thick with arousal. Both of your eyes never left the other’s body and both of your hands began touching anywhere you could reach. Amit smiles down lovingly at you as he pumps his erect cock, shakily lining himself up with your tight hole. “You ready sweetheart?” He asks, slipping his cock between your folds and teasing your hole with his tip. 

“Please!” You gasp, arching your back in an attempt to have his cock slide into you. 

Amit nods and pushes himself inside of you, filling you completely to the brim. You let out the loudest moan as he begins to snap his hips against yours. He wanted this moment to last, but the way your cunt was clenching around him made it impossible. His fingers shakily worked at your clit, pushing you to your orgasm. You came over him, squealing in delight as your orgasm washed over you. Amit continues to fuck himself into you, thoughts of your pregnant body filling his mind as his cock hit your cervix again and again. When he came, your name left his lips in a gasp. He had never known himself to cum so much, pouring rope after sticky rope into your cunt. When he finally finished, he collapsed onto you kissing at your neck gently. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled against the soft skin of your neck. 

“What for?” You ask breathlessly. 

“For cumming so quickly,” he said shamefully. 

You couldn’t help but chuckle at him and shake your head. Your voice was soft and reassuring. “Amit, it’s okay.”

“I just couldn’t help it,” he groans, lips continuing to skim across your neck. “The thought of impregnating you was too much for me to handle.”

You chuckle again. “I’m glad you found it as enjoyable as I did.” 

“I did,” he said breathlessly, pressing his lips to yours softly. “Give me a minute and we can go for round two.”

“Round two?” You ask with a grin. 

“Well, we need to have sex at every opportunity if we want to get you pregnant,” he says, explaining it logically to you. You nod your head at him and open your legs again, fingers pushing in some of his cum that had dribbled onto your thigh. 

“I’m ready whenever you are.”

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MC: Why is your back all scratched up?

Garreth: (Flashbacks to when he chased a Kneazle for some fur even after MC told him not to)

Garreth: I'm having an affair.

MC: With who?

Garreth: (panicking) Leander.

Leander: (watching the whole thing) What can I say? I like it rough.

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Quick and dirty sketch with bad anatomy 👀

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