#ominis x fem

[darknights04]

Hii I love you’re writing. I’m so happy I came across this blog 💗💗 I was wondering if you could write something about Ominis Gaunt x F!reader based off the song again by Noah Cyrus ft xxx 💗💗💗

This request was so cute and so fun to write! I hope I did it justice!! 💖 💖

Say it Again

Pairings: Ominis Gaunt x fem!reader

Warnings: Slight angst, not proofread

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You have been friends with Ominis for five years. All the way from your first day at Hogwarts together. Five years since you had both been sorted into Slytherin together. Five years you have been pining after him. Five. Long. Excruciating years. The man had been blind in more ways than one. If he had just opened his eyes (not literally of course) than he would be able to see how much you longed for him to be more than just your friend. 

This information was beyond obvious to Sebastian, as he was the one forced to watch the interactions between you both. He was the only one who knew that your feelings were mutual. He was the only one who heard Ominis’s small sigh when you left them. He’e the only one who saw his breath quicken when you walked into a room. But you were blind to these things; just as Ominis was blind to you. 

One day, Sebastian had had enough. He had decided that it was about time that he acted as a sort of wingman and help his best friends get together. How hard could it be? After all, they both had already had strong feelings for one another. All they needed was a little push. 

“I know you have feelings for Y/n,” Sebastian said one day, confronting Ominis in the common room. 

“What?” Ominis spat in response. “Feelings? For her? What ever gave you that idea?” 

“You may not be able to see the way you long for her but I do. Now, I came up with some ideas for you to tell her that-”

“I don’t need any ideas, Sebastian. There’s no feelings for me to admit.” 

“Come on Ominis, I-”

“That’s enough, Sebastian!” 

“What’s going on?” you asked them as you approached the pair, obvious tension in the air. 

“Nothing, I was just heading down for class,” Ominis said quickly, quickly gathering his things as he turned away. 

“Wait!” you called behind him. “I thought we were all supposed to-” 

“Sorry, I forgot that I told professor Sharpe that I would come to class early to discuss.. Something. I’ll catch up with you guys later.” 

You watched behind as Ominis left, his head hung low as his wand led him away. 

“What crawled in his pumpkin juice this morning?” you chuckled, sitting down next to Sebastian. He chuckled back, taking a sip from the cup of tea he had been drinking as you looked over your shoulder at Ominis walking away, a small look of rejected crossing your face as Sebastian wasn’t looking.

---

“Hey..” you said cautiously, approaching Ominis in the library. The two of you haven’t spoken since that morning and you weren’t sure where you stood. As far as you knew nothing happened to make Ominis upset with you, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was some new sort of tension there.

“Y/n,” he greeted simply, barely looking up from his work. 

“I was hoping we could get some work done together today?” you offered. “We have that paper for magic theory due soon and-” 

“I’ve already made plans.” 

You froze mid-sentence. Ominis had never been this blunt with you before. Never cut you off like that. He’s always been thoughtful with his speech, thinking over each word before uttering them to you and politely at that. It was as if this was an imposter who had taken over his body. This was not the man you’ve been infatuated with for the last five years. 

“Oh?” you inquired. “What plans?”

“The new fifth year asked me to show them around,” he shrugged. “I accepted.” 

You had to fight to keep your jaw from dropping to the floor. He was denying spending time with you… to show around the new student… that he had been talking bad about since the moment he laid eyes on them?

“The new student?” you asked him, making sure you heard him correctly.

“Yes,” he confirmed. “And they should be here any moment so…” 

Your eyes shifted from ones of sadness… to anger. You weren’t sad of worried about what the status of your friendship was anymore, you were angry that Ominis was treating you this way. Angry that he was willing to toss your years of friendship aside for some person he just met, not to mention didn’t even like! But if he wanted to be that way, fine. He could lie in the bed he made himself. 

You didn’t give him another word, another glance, as you turned around and walked out of the room. 

Ominis groaned as his head fell to the table. He hated himself for doing this. He didn’t want to distance himself from you. Every instinct in his body was telling him to run to you and apologize, agreeing to spend the day together and throw away any other plans he might have had. But his mind wouldn’t let him. 

If Sebastion of all people could tell how attached Ominis was to you, then it was only a matter of time before everyone found out. Before you found out. 

Besides, it wasn’t as if he was going to stay distanced from you forever. The two of you could still be friends, hangout. Just maybe twice a week rather than every single day. Or maybe two hours at a time rather than twelve. Just until this whole accusation from Sebastian went away. Maybe until heis infatuation cooled down just a little… 

---

Ominis smiled towards his friends as he approacked their usual spot at the Slytherin table for breakfast. 

“Y/n, Sebastian,” he greeted to you both, taking his seat. 

“Ominis,” Sebastian greeted back with a nod. You didn’t say anything. 

He sat in silence, body turned slightly towards where you were sitting, waiting for you to speak up. When you didn’t he went to address you again. “So Y/n…” he started.  “How did you sleep last-” 

“I think I left something in my dorm,” you quickly interrupted, pushing yourself up from your seat. “I’ll see you both in class.” 

“Did something happen?” Ominis asked once you were well out of the room. Sebastian rolled his eyes. For a blind man, he could be quite oblivious. 

“She’s quite cross with you,” Sebastian told him.

“With me?! Why?” 

“Cause you’ve all but iced her out.” 

“No I haven’t!” 

“Really?” he scoffed. “When’s the last time you’ve spoken to her?”

“I speak to her every day.” 

“A real conversation, Ominis.” 

Ominis sat in thought for a few moments. Sebastian was right. In his want to keep everyone from finding out his feelings for you, Ominis forgot to keep your feelings in mind. 

“I’ll be right back,” he said quickly, jumping up from his seat and jogging in the direction you left in. His wand almost couldn’t keep up directing him where to go. “Y/n!” he called after you. 

You didn’t respond. When you turned and saw him behind you, you sped up.

“I can hear you speed walking away. I’m blind, not deaf.” 

“Leave me be, Ominis,” you sighed. 

“Not until you talk to me,” he combatted, reaching for your arm to stop you. “Y/n-” 

“What?!” you snapped, quickly turning to face him as you ripped your arm from his grasp. “Now you want to talk? What did you finally get bored with the new fifth year?”

“No, I just-” 

“Just what, Ominis? What could you possibly want from me now?” 

“I want my friend back!” 

You laughed. Well, it would be more accurate to call it a scoff, really. “Your friend?” you repeated. “You’ve made it perfectly clear that you do not want to be friends anymore.” 

When Ominis didn’t respond, you turned back around and started walking away again. You didn’t get more than twenty feet before he yelled out to you.

“You’re right!” he yelled simply. 

You sighed when he didn’t continue, curiosity getting the better of you as you turned back around. “Right about what, Ominis?” 

“I don’t want to be your friend any longer.” 

Your jaw dropped in disbelief. You knew you had said it, but you never imagined it could be true. 

“Wow,” you marveled sarcastically. “Thank you so much for confirming that for me.” 

Before you could walk away again, he continued. “I don’t just want to be your friend any longer, we’ve been ‘just friends’ for too long.” 

“And what is that supposed to mean?” 

Ominis took steps towards you, slowly, ensuring you didn’t back away as he continued talking. “Year after year, class after class. Being your friend has been torture,”

You could feel the tears brimming on the edge of your eyes. All your years of knowing Ominis, you never expected him to be so cruel.

“I didn’t know that-”

“Let me finish!” he yelled. “Night after night, I must force my thoughts from straying to thoughts of you. You and your stupid perfume. Your laugh. Everything just drives me crazy!” 

“Ominis-”

“I cannot just be your friend anymore.”

“I-” 

“It’s not enough,” he finally finished. 

“...What?” was all you could bring yourself to say. 

“I want so much more,” he continued. “I want to be able to call you mine. I want to be able to let everyone in the castle know that I am yours. I want to be able to scream to the skies that I’m in love with you!” 

You froze. You couldn’t bring a single word to your lips until you saw the way he desperately needed a response. “You what?” you repeated. 

Ominis took a step closer to you, reaching out to find your hands. “I am in love with you, Y/n. I have been since the moment met you.” 

You didn’t let him say a single word more as you cupped his face in your hands and brought him to you, slamming your lips against his desperately. It wasn’t a perfect kiss. It was sloppy, and desperate, but you didn’t care. You were kissing him. Just as you had imagined since you were a mere eleven years old. 

“Say it again,” you said with a smile as you pulled away from him.

“I am in love with you,” he repeated, a mile on his lips, matching yours. “I love you.” 

Your smile widened as you kissed him again, softer this time and pulled away quicker. “Again,” you demanded.

“I love you,” he repeated yet again with a laugh. “I’ll say it as many times as you need me to. I love you, I love you, I’ll love you forever, to the moon and back.” 

You smiled and kissed him once more, the tears that were threatening to spill over finally doing so, the anger and betrayal long replaced with an undeniable feeling of joy. 

“I love you too.” 

#hogwarts #hogwarts legacy #ominis #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis x fem #x reader #2nd person #harry potter #sebastian sallow #again #noah cyrus

[mindyourstars]

JE TE LAISSERAI DES MOTS (SEBASTIAN SALLOW X FEM!READER)

Takes place after reader's 5th year. Spoilers for Hogwarts Legacy mentioned! Includes fluff. Lots of fluff. Word Count: 2.3K ****************************************************

            You had spent another day attending classes in Hogwarts with your mind only half paying attention to each lesson. It was relatively hard to focus when your closest and dearest friend, Sebastian Sallow, kept slipping you notes in classes with small little inside jokes and teasing remarks. It had been something that happened all day! Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and now Potions class. Each note you received was Sebastian’s attempt to make you smile. He wouldn’t admit it, but he loved when you smiled. Everyone with eyes could see it, except you. 

            You saw a hand slide a small piece of parchment that was folded over two or three times. You discreetly unfolded it, reading the message in Sebastian’s familiar messy scrawl. 

Professor Sharp is looking rather vexed at Garreth’s latest concoction. I wonder how long until he blows something else to bits. 

            You had to shoot Sebastian a warning look as your lips twitched at the corners to reveal a subtle smile. It was no secret that Garreth was trying to create… something. He had recruited you to assist him quite a few times, but to no avail. You were going to reply when at the table over you heard loud bubbling followed by an even louder ‘BANG’. It would have surprised everyone in the course, but it had happened so many times the bang was followed by a collective groan. Everyone knowingly glanced at Garreth who was sheepishly standing in front of his newest failed experiment. 

            Garreth’s mouth opened in an attempt to explain, but he was interrupted by the smoke that began to encapsulate the class, causing Professor Sharp to run his hands over his already tired expression. 

            “I suppose it goes without saying that there will be quite a hefty number of points taken from Gryffindor.” His tone was as pointed as his gaze, causing Sebastian to glance at you with a teasing smirk. This in return caused you to giggle. 

            “Finding something funny, Miss (L/N)?” Your smile quickly melted into a cool expression as you shook your head no.

            “No professor Sharp, I sincerely apologize.” You spoke as calmly as you could and watched as the professor’s gaze lingered with yours for a moment before he shrugged. 

            “Let this be a warning to this whole class that we must take this course seriously! Class dismissed.” 

            You gathered your things and made way to the exit, waiting outside of the doorway against the wall for Sebastian to join you. After quite a bit of students shoveled out, Sebastian along with Ominis joined you by the wall. 

            “I have a sneaking suspicion that the reason you began to laugh was due to Sebastian.” Ominis uttered with no hesitation, his mouth turned up into a teasing smirk. 

            “Well, you DO know that I am quite the charmer, Ominis. It’s a talent not many possess.” He replied with a confident demeanor and a waggle of his brows. 

            You giggled again, hugging your potions textbook tightly against your chest as the three of you collectively began to walk the corridors back to the Slytherin common room. 

            “It was a pity laugh.” You teased, standing between the two boys who easily had their height over you. “I will say I am very much enjoying the weekly explosion that cuts class short.” 

            Sebastian nodded in agreement along with Ominis as the three of you turned another corner towards the moving staircases. 

            “It’s become a lovely little tradition.” Sebastian agreed with a chuckle causing you to smile at the sound. 

            Sebastian and you had been very close since you arrived at Hogwarts last year. He had gone through quite a lot since everything that happened between his sister Anne and his uncle Solomon. Ominis struggled to forgive Sebastian as well, but together the three of you slowly moved on with each passing day. 

            “Well, I have to go work on some homework for Divination, so the two of you do not get into too much trouble.” Ominis’ head turned in Sebastian’s direction for just a moment, causing Sebastian’s smile to falter ever so slightly. 

            Before Sebastian could say anything in response, you cut in with a chipper tone.

            “Ominis! You know that he’s in great hands with me.” You said with a bright grin, your tone matching the demeanor. 

            As a result, you could see Ominis’ shoulders relax. 

            “Alright, I will speak with you both later.” The Gaunt boy stated with a nod before he began to trudge down towards the common room. 

            You waited a beat before turning to Sebastian, looking up at him since he had grown a bit taller over the break between fifth and sixth year. He had his arms crossed over his chest, his familiar expression bracing his face. Sebastian did his best to try and be his old self, but with the loss of Anne a bit of him always lacked a spark that you used to remember. The boy who challenged you in Defense Against the Dark Arts had very much built a cautious air around him, but with you? He attempted extra to make sure that the two of you remained comfortable.

            In that moment, Sebastian began to tap his fingers while they remained crossed with his gaze keeping firm on you. It caused you to straighten your posture as you questioned what was crossing the Sallow boy’s mind. 

            “Why are you staring at me that way?” You asked with a nervous chuckle escaping your blush lips. 

            Sebastian grinned slightly and shook his head as he shrugged his shoulders. 

            “I was just thinking about how you and I haven’t practiced for crossed wands in the Undercroft in quite some time. We have a free afternoon… Care to join me?” He asked with a teasing grin. 

            The invite honestly surprised you. Sebastian avoided Crossed Wands for most of your sixth year. His tenacity to win seemed to scare him ever since the situation with his Uncle Solomon. His invite made you smile even brighter than before. It excited you that Sebastian was opening himself up to a hobby he used to once adore. 

            “Of course, Sebastian! I am very ready to absolutely wipe the floor with you.” You teased, shoving him playfully. 

            He feigned shock at your shove and shoved you back gently. It brought him more comfort in seeing the joy that came from your reaction. Sebastian had been tight-lipped about how he had been feeling with everything happening, but he wanted to love magic again. Magic didn’t have to be so dark. Ominis constantly reminded him of that. 

            “I would love to see you try, (Y/N).” He chuckled, but before he could continue to speak you began to rush down the hall towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts tower, your laughter echoing through the halls like a sweet melody. 

            “Race you there!” You called back behind you, your eyes now full of delight.

            Sebastian didn’t hesitate as he began to swerve between students to attempt to catch up with you. Both of you felt your boots push roughly against the Hogwarts floors as you both playfully sabotaged each other to victory. After quite some time, you were the one to reach the Undercroft entrance, causing Sebastian to breathlessly come to a halt and shake his head. 

            “That is… unfair. You… cheated.” He told you, but you shrugged your shoulders as your own chest heaved in attempt to catch your breath. 

            “I simply am better than you!” You teased back, opening the entrance to the Undercroft as the two of you sauntered inside. 

            “Oh hush.” He quipped in return, removing his wand from the inside of his robe. “You definitely won’t win in our battle.” He teased, taking his place 10 paces from you. 

            “Is that a challenge, Sallow?” You scoffed, taking your own wand in your hands, your eyebrows raising in peaked curiosity. You were quite fond of the challenge. It was nice to have a bit of the old Sebastian fully realized in front of you, but you couldn’t help but wonder if this was all an act. So, you made a mental note to go a bit easy on him at first. 

            “Expelliarmus.” He stated as your wand flew from your hand. You gasped at the immediate start and Sebastian smirked sinisterly at you. “It’s very much a challenge, (L/N).” He teased, grabbing your wand and moving to hand it back to you. 

            You grabbed it in your hands quickly and the two of you resumed in your places. With a beat of silence, the room exploded in different swirls of magic surrounding the two of you. Spells were being yelled as the two of you were being flung and dragged towards one another. 

            “Accio!” Sebastian yelled as you were thrusted forward towards him, his grin prominent on his face as he picked your wand from your hand and shrugged. 

            “Guess I win, (Y/N). Not bad for a hiatus.” He stated, causing you to smile and nod in response. 

            “Not bad Sebastian, not bad.” You said as you tried to grab your wand from him, but he raised his hand above his head with a tight grip to make it a challenge for you to grab it. 

            “Uh-uh! Not so easy.” He teased which caused you to scoff. You raised your hands to try and grab your wand, but he maneuvered it around, so it was always just out of your reach. 

            You grumbled and began to hp up to try and grab it, but after your third hop you landed incorrectly and the two of you came tumbling down. The way you landed, both wands had been flung across the stone floor with small clatter sounds, and you were on top of Sebastian as he had broken your fall. The two of you burst out into laughs, but once your gazes met something… happened. You felt heat rise to your face as a blush began to make itself present ad Sebastian had the same thing happen. His ears began to turn a deep scarlet as his freckled cheeks began to be covered by the blush that was taking over his whole face. 

            You coughed to break the tension and moved to sit beside him on the stone ground. Sebastian clambered himself up using his elbows to also sit up beside you. You glanced over at him and smiled, laying your head on his shoulder. 

            “Sebastian?” You asked, your voice going from the teasing challenging tone to a much softer one.

            “Yes, (Y/N)?” He asked, his brown eyes moving to look at you on his shoulder. He was attempting to play it off, but his confidence faltered with each touch you gave him. 

            “I’m glad you did this. I’m glad you’re having fun with magic again.” You admitted, moving your head on his shoulder to meet his gaze. 

            Your faces were awfully close to one another. You could clearly smell the intoxicating scent of oak emanating from Sebastian’s robe. It was an intoxicating aroma. Sebastian’s eyes softened at your admission. He released an exhale, wrapping an arm around you to pull you closer. 

            “I couldn’t have done it without you… and Ominis.” He stated, causing a soft giggle to escape your lips. “I almost lost myself last year. I didn’t heed you or Ominis’ warnings and as a result I did something that I will live with the rest of my life.” He admitted, causing you to frown. 

            It wasn’t the greatest memory. Sebastian’s anger during that period of your friendship was concerning. His drive to save Anne had consumed him to a deadly degree. He began to grow desperate, and it was the type of desperation that drove a person mad. 

            “But you can get through it. You have your friends.” You comforted, but the word ‘friends’ caused a shocking reaction from Sebastian. 

            What you assumed would bring him comfort, brought a frown to his face. You pulled yourself from Sebastian’s grasp and glanced at him with concern. 

            “What did I say?” You asked, causing Sebastian to shake his head. 

            “Well... since we’re on the topic of confessions.” He began, his eyes darting towards the stone to avoid looking at you. 

            It caused you to worry. Did Sebastian not want to be your friend any further? Had something happened? You placed a hand on his cheek to make him look at you. 

            “Sebastian. What’s wrong? You could tell me.” You assured, his gaze meeting yours. 

            Before you could say something else, his lips crashed into yours. Your hand remained on his soft cheek, and there was no hesitation in your reciprocation. His lips were soft and tasted of a sweet honey, causing your mind to go dizzy. When he pulled away, you let out a chuckle.

            “Oh.” You said, your face turned into a bright smile. 

            “Oh? That’s all you have to say?” He exclaimed in shock. “You’re so hard to decipher, (Y/N), I just bloody kissed you.” He added. 

            “Sebastian, you’re being foolish.” You said in a kind tone. “I kissed you back, didn’t I?” You asked. 

            It took a moment, maybe even two, for Sebastian to piece together what happened; but once he understood his shoulders relaxed. He suddenly went from a look of confusion to a sheer look of glee. This caused you to grin back and kiss him once more. He paused the kiss and reached into his robe. 

            “What’s wrong?” You asked further, your body practically shaking with content. 

            “You know how I was writing you notes all day?” He asked, causing you to nod in response. “Well… this was the first one I wrote. I was too scared to pass it along.” 

            You grabbed the parchment, causing you to raise a brow as you unfolded it once. Then twice. Then a third time. Finally, Sebastian’s messy scrawl revealed itself. The words caused your smile to grow even wider (if that was even possible). 

Is it possible that I could be more in love with you?

            This caused you to bring the parchment to your chest before leaning your head on him once more. 

            “I think I’m going to love it this year.” You murmured. 

            “Yes,” He replied, his head resting on yours. “Me too.”

#Sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #Sebastian sallow x reader #hogwarts legacy #Sebastian sallow x fem!reader #these two love each other lbr #hogwarts #the undercroft

[just-another-fanfiction-writer]

"Let me take care of you" | Ominis Gaunt x fem!Reader | Oneshot

Word count: 4.3k

Summary: Today felt like you were jinxed from the gods and everything went wrong, but fortunately you have a boyfriend who loves to take care of you.

Warnings: smut (with a tiny but of plot), aged up characters, slight Dominis, cunnilingus, bj, p in v, rough sex, minors dni

I'm back, baby! ❤️️

Felt inspired to write a short little smut story with Ominis. 🥵️

"Could you handle me" part 3 is still in the works, but it's been very slow unfortunately! I'm quite busy and can't say when it's finished, sorry!!!

Hopefully this will suffice for the time being!

~Mia

The metal gate opened with a squeaking noise and rattled back down, after you stepped into the cold air of the Undercroft.

It slightly soothed your headache and sore muscles, but not as much as seeing your boyfriend relaxing on a velvet couch with a tome in hand and his wand in the other.

Ominis' blonde hair was pulled back as always, but wasn't as neat as in the morning, when you saw him for only a fleeting kiss to the cheek. His milky blue eyes were floating in a way just above the book he was reading.

It was a little quirk of his - whenever he tried to concentrate, his view would shift so he wasn't "looking" directly at it, but instead tilted his head forward or to the side, letting his heightened senses take over. 

This time he was concentrating on the whispers that ran through his body, when the tip of his wand hovered over the words of the page. He once explained it to you as pulsating whispers in the back of his head.

You could always listen to him the whole day, explaining to you how he sensed the world around him...or how he sensed you.

Sometimes he teased you about it, how you could never sneak up on him, because he'd smell you, before you'd even catch a glimpse of him. Or that he noticed the difference of your footsteps to every other student in Hogwarts. 

He even once claimed he could feel your very distinctive magical aura. Across the whole castle and sometimes even beyond the walls. When he needed to feel close to you, he honed in on your magic and let himself get drowned in your feeling.

Your heart never fluttered so much, when he admitted this to you one tired evening, wrapped around each other's naked limbs, sweat still glistening on both of your skin from previous activities. He whispered it into your hair, which he showered with kisses, while your nose was pressed against his pale soft chest and breathed in his intoxicating scent.

Remembering this brought a soft blush to your cheeks as you made your way over to him. But then the pounding of your headache came rushing back, reminding you of the horrible day you just had. With a groan, you let yourself fall onto the couch next to the Slytherin.

"Hey, Ominis", you sighed, rubbing your temples gently.

He looked up, a worried expression on his face, as he turned to you.

"Tiring day, love?"

His voice was gentle and soft, knowing how sensitive you were to sounds when you were this exhausted. Fortunately his voice was like honey, smoothing out any discomfort you felt throughout the day.

You reached out for the back of your neck, rolling around your head, feeling your tense muscles underneath your fingers. You groaned once more before answering.

"That's understated. Merlin, I never had so much bad luck in one day. Woke up with pain in my limbs from sleeping in a wrong position all night, brewed utter rubbish in potions class and almost lost to Prewett in DADA. But how was your day? I hope it was better than mine..."

Ominis closed the tome on his lap while listening to you and put it away onto the small table in front of the couch, together with his wand. He leaned back, calm as ever.

"My day was rather uneventful. But it has become way better, now you're here."

His sweet lopsided grin triggered a similar response from your mouth. The back of his hand gently caressed your arm, slowly trailing up to your shoulder and neck, his thumb adding some pressure.

"May I take care of you, my little dove? Take away all this tension in your body?"

You sighed, feeling a wave of relaxation wash over you.

"Yes, please..." You whispered, feeling Ominis' expert fingers pushing down on a quite sore muscle right on the edge between neck and shoulder, releasing some of the tension in your body, making you lean into his touch.

He grinned, loving the way you always seemed to falter when he touched you just right. And he knew your body better than his own, understanding every single twitch and shiver as a signal where you needed him most.

You let your boyfriend move your body, so your back was facing him and he turned his full attention to you. His hands softly ran over your shoulders, your spine and down to your lower back.

"Gods, you're stiff as a board, darling."

You only replied in an exhausted sigh, also feeling a little annoyed by the fabric covering your aching body. Without you needing to even open your mouth, Ominis started untugging your shirt from your skirt, pulling it over your head and gently placing it over the backrest of the couch. Knowing you well, he took off your bra, too, placing it with the shirt.

You grabbed a pillow, hugging it tightly, feeling goosebump covering your bare skin from the cool air in the Undercroft.

Ominis warm hands found their way back to your soft skin and caressed it with so much tenderness, it almost melted your heart. He slowly worked his way over your tight muscles and knots, loosening them bit by bit. He knew when to put more pressure on sore spots and when to soften his touch again to avoid hurting you.

It was pure bliss.

You sighed and even moaned from the way he touched you so perfectly. The troubles of the day just washed away and it was as if there was only ever this moment right now.

Ominis gave your left shoulder a peck, moving over to the right and doing the same. Then a soft kiss to your spine. Then one higher, right on your neck.

"Mhh, Ominis..."

You felt the smile playing on his lips, when he placed another kiss right to your hairline.

"Are you feeling good, little dove?"

"Yesss~"

"Good." He hummed lazily, rubbing your back with a bit more intensity.

You didn't know what it was...maybe just the fact of his hands on your naked upper half, his gentle kisses or his scent engulfing you entirely...but you noticed the sudden shift in the air.

And just the thought of his hands moving towards the front or down to your thighs made you moan a little louder.

"Hm?"

Oh, his voice was a lot lower...a teasing tone mixed into it.

"Something the matter?"

"N-no..." You stuttered, taking in a sharp breath, when his fingers trailed over your sides, coming dangerously close to your chest.

"Are you sure? You know darling...if there's any other way I can help you...relax, one word and I'll do it."

He whispered those words close to your ear, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive neck.

Your arm reached behind you, grabbing the back of the Slytherin's head, keeping him close as his lips connected to your burning skin.

"Oh, Ominis...mhhh...p-please..."

"Please what? Darling, you need to use your words or I can't help you."

You bit your lip, feeling heat traveling down between your legs and a different kind of knot forming in your lower stomach.

"Please, touch me more."

"More? Hm..."

His arms slowly wrapped themselves around your body, but only touching your stomach.

"Here?"

A small little whine escaped your lips and you knew he was playing with you. He always knew what you needed. Sometimes Ominis couldn't help himself enjoying how he had you wrapped around his fingers.

One of his large hands traveled up, cupping your breast and pressing each finger into it individually, making you breathe harder.

"Here? Or..."

You gasped when his other hand made it's way from your stomach down to your thigh, under your skirt and finally to your damp cotton underwear.

"...is this where you need me, love?"

"T-there..."

You shivered on your whole body and it took all of your strength not to crush your boyfriend's long delicate fingers, by pressing your thighs together. His warm body hugged your scorching hot back, his tongue licking up your pulse on your neck.

He then continued to whisper in a husky and hungry tone.

"Then why don't you lie down on your back? This way I'll make you feel even better."

Ominis held his arms around you in a way to support you when getting off of the couch, getting up himself. Somehow there was always an arm, a hand or a finger attached to you, as if not feeling you would break this connection he felt with you in those moments. It was endearing and arousing all the same.

And the way you already messed up his perfectly styled hair, was even more arousing.

You lied back down onto the old yet comfortable couch, already feeling way lighter than when you first came into this secret place of yours and the two Slytherin boys.

Ominis' porcelain hand ran over your side, over your thigh and back up, when he finally climbed over you, encasing you with his limbs. His lips hovered over yours, breathing you in for a moment, the hunger clearly visible in his face.

"You're so perfect, little dove."

The back of his hand stroked your cheek affectionately, before kissing you as soft as possible. It made your heart race and your cheeks blush in a deep red, that he could feel under his touch. 

His hand trailed down to your ear, then your neck with a featherlight touch, fingertips outlining your collarbone. At last he held onto your side, revisiting all those previous places with his perfect lips, kissing, licking and sucking. Even a loving bite was part of it. He knew how much you loved getting marked by him and he knew exactly where to place them, hitting every sensitive spot and pulling out small moans and whimpers out of you.

You closed your eyes, biting your lower lips, muffling your noises a bit.

Finally his lips reached their destination, licking tiny little circles over your hardened nub, while one hand took care of the other.

"Ahhhh...Ominis~"

"Relax, darling. Just let me love you."

His affectioned words whispered right over your nipple, made it perk up even more, the air being so cold. He continued circling and even sucking on your nub, making your back arch and hips roll.

There was a place on your body growing with heat and feeling neglected, desperate for some kind of friction and Ominis' knee was too far away to take on that job.

A chuckle rang in your ears, making you look down to your boyfriend.

Ominis knew exactly what he was doing to you and found great enjoyment in pulling out those sweet reactions from you. You let your head fall back onto the pillow, feeling a little embarrassed, how easy it was for him to do so. He only needed to say a word, blow a kiss against your skin or smile a certain way and you instantly crumbled.

"Don't worry, darling..."

He said, licking at your other breast and kissing it.

"...I will take care of you."

His hand from your breast glided over your thigh, reaching around and his fingertips almost touching your bottom, but instead they pushed your leg up.

His kisses traveled lower and lower over your abdomen to right at the edge of your skirt. He moved the fabric up, inspecting the damp cloth covering your aching cunt.

Ominis clicked his tongue, smirking to himself, when his fingers got another feel of this wetness between your legs.

"So wet for me already...such a good girl."

Another blush creeped up into your face, probably spreading across your neck and shoulders already, hearing Ominis say those words.

His long slender fingers wrapped around the waistband of your panties and gently slid them down your legs. You lifted them, to help him get them off.

But instead of throwing them to the side, he held the fabric to his face, taking in a deep breath and you watched him with big eyes.

"Merlin, you smell divine."

Instantly more heat and slick pooled in between your folds and your muscles in your legs tensed up, shivering in response.

"So sweet and inviting, dove. I need to taste you..."

With the lacy fabric now tossed to the side, Ominis nestled himself right between your legs, pulling you closer to his mouth by your hips.

"So perfect..." You heard him mumble against your folds, his finger running over them and spreading them apart, making you gasp and clench for a moment.

Your mewls and moans only spurred the blonde on and his tongue darted out, lapping up the juices that had gathered there.

"Oh, oh my...ahhh~"

You weren't able to muffle your moans anymore by biting down on your lips. You were afraid of drawing blood, cause you'd bit harder and harder with the way Ominis handled you.

"Yes, darling...let me hear how good I make you feel."

The tip of his tongue licked up and down your slit, circling the hard pearl at the top, earning more sounds from you.

You held onto the pillow your head was laying on and your other hand reached out for the soft blonde hair.

Ominis sucked deliciously on your clit, and his fingers teased your entrance. He licked them for a moment, before letting the first digit push into you. It slid in so easily that he didn't have to wait to push in the second finger.

"So needy and desperate for me, love."

"Hah hah, y-yes. Just for you..."

You breathed, having trouble to calm down.

As his tongue continued its ministrations on your pearl, his fingers started to move in and out, sometimes curling his digits inside you to rub against this sensitive spot.

It made you clench around him, the pleasure already feeling too much for you to handle.

"Oh, fuck. Feels s' good~"

With your words starting to slur, Ominis knew you were getting lost in the pleasure he gave you. Also the way you clenched even tighter around his fingers, making him struggle to keep up his speed, told him everything he needed to know.

"Fuck...you're so tight, dove."

It was turning him on so much, he did unconsciously rub his hardened member, still trapped in his pants, against the couch.

He put your trembling legs over his shoulder, reaching even further into you.

Ominis groaned against your cunt, the vibration bringing you close to the edge.

He licked you relentlessly, his finger pumping in and out of you in a quickened speed. Meanwhile your fingers tangled into his hair started pulling on them, trying to hold onto anything.

"Please, let me taste you. Spill on to me, my darling and let me drink you up."

Those words sent you over the edge, screaming his name.

His finger immediately retreated, replacing them with his tongue, so he could lap up all the juices spilling out of you. You tasted so sweet against his tongue, he felt like just cumming from this alone.

Your hips bucked wildly against him, feeling oversensitive with his tongue still licking you. It almost hurt, yet it felt so good, dragging out your orgasm even further.

After a while he slowed down, placing soft kisses on your thighs and waiting for your tremors to subside. Your breathing and heartbeat returned to something closer to normal and you slumped into the couch.

Ominis gently put your legs back onto the cushions, using his fingers and tongue to clean his mouth and chin, still covered in your spill. He leaned down to you, kissing you long and deep, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

Sitting back up, his fingers opened up one button after the other of his beautiful white dress shirt, that clearly had some sweaty spots now after his incredible work.

Your eyes found their way to the very visible bulge that formed on his pants. You bit down your lip and wanted to reach out, helping Ominis to get out of them, but he noticed your movement, grabbing your wrist with a scaring precision, before you were able to grab the fabric.

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

"I am taking care of you, my dear. Just relax and watch the show. I know how much you like watching me get undressed."

You blushed and hummed in agreement.

The blonde got up from the couch, standing next to you, where you could easily watch him. And you did.

You were completely mesmerized by him stripping down to his underwear.

His skin was so fair and like porcelain, constellations of beauty marks littered around his arms, chest, stomach and even his legs. For some reason you loved the one right by his nipple and the group of three on the inner side of his right thigh. Maybe it was the fact that only you were allowed to see them like this. Only you knew every last spot of his moles, just like he knew every little dimple of your body. He memorized your body like a map of his favorite place. It sure was his favorite place.

He could imagine coming back to it forever. Your body was his home...where he felt safe, loved and understood.

Just how you felt with him. Your heart grew and overflowed with love for this man standing in front of you.

"You are gorgeous, Ominis."

The smile on his lips was so beautiful and he genuinely seemed happy to hear you being so entranced by his body.

"Why thank you, love."

The outline of his underwear and the wet spot told you just how much, Ominis got turned on, eating you out. It wasn't the first time he did and he did tell you it was one of his favorite things to do, still it always surprised you just how much it affected him.

And how good he was at it.

You couldn't help yourself but to let one hand rest on your chest, softly rubbing over your nipple and the other play with the lips between your legs.

He stepped closer, his fingers playing with the hem of his underwear. You gulped audibly, your eyes fluttering down to his bulge. Your mouth watered at the idea of tasting him too.

There was just something so arousing about it.

"Can I, please?" 

You asked with almost an innocent tone to your voice. It made him groan and his dick clearly twitched underneath the fabric.

"If you ask so nicely, of course, dear."

Ominis finally pushed his underwear down, letting his erection spring free. It was leaking so much precum. You thought back, but couldn't remember if he was ever so hot and bothered for you.

His big hands wrapped around his cock, spreading the precum all over his length, pumping it a few times, before moving close enough to your mouth, so you could take him in.

You softly licked his tip first, from the slit up to the little hole that's still dripping. A few swirls around the red tip before you wrapped your lips around his length and bobbed your head down it, taking him deeper every other time.

Sinful moans and whimpers fell from the man, only causing your cunt to start dripping again, too and your fingers to circle your sensitive clit. Your moans that vibrated against his dick made it twitch wildly. It took everything in him not to cum into your mouth, even though you probably wouldn't even have minded, but Ominis still had other plans.

When you started to hollow your cheeks, sucking in his dick and grabbing his shaft and balls with your one hand, he had to push himself off of you. He was panting a lot, working himself back to reality, his dick glowing in a dangerous red.

"Fuck...love, you're too good. Merlin..."

You only giggled in response.

"This wasn't my plan, dear. This is still about me taking care of you."

"But I love making you feel good, too."

Ominis' chest shook with the soft chuckle from his lungs.

"You are an angel, dear. Don't worry about it...you will make me feel good, too, soon enough."

"Oh? What's on your mind, love?"

Ominis smirked and ran his hand over your knee, down your thigh and touching your hand, that was still working on your wet cunt. A finger was moving in and out, missing the way his fingers felt in there, as yours neither reached as far, nor filled you up so good. It made the man smile to feel you touching yourself.

"I guess you already know what's on my mind...seems to me you're all ready for me again, hm?"

He took your hand and lifted it to his mouth, licking your delicate fingers clean, while also pumping his dick slowly with his other hand. A breath hitched in your throat, feeling his tongue swirling around your fingers.

God, you loved this man.

Ominis climbed on top of you again, lifting your one leg over the backrest and holding the other with his hand. His erection already pressed against your wet folds, as he leaned down to kiss you passionately.

He moved against you, slicking his member with your juices.

Parting from your lips again, he swallowed thickly and furrowed his eyebrows, the desperation to feel you completely clearly written on his face.

"Are you ready, dove?"

"Y-yes. Please make me yours."

You didn't have to say it twice. He pushed his prick inside your entrance, making sure to take it slow as it was quite larger in size and girth than his fingers earlier. But he slipped in easily with all the slickness between the two of you.

A long low growl rumbled in his chest, when he bottomed out.

"Gods, you are so tight. So fucking perfect for me."

Whenever he cussed like that, you knew he was losing his self-control. He was always a gentleman and so eloquent, but in the bedroom, when your legs were wrapped around his waist, he always lost it.

You hummed in anticipation of his first slow thrust, but suddenly he pulled out and pounded his dick back into you, making you cry out.

"Fuck, I'm sorry." He whispered, his forehead leaning against yours. He could feel the creases on yours from the painful sound you just made.

"No, no." You immediately replied, taking his cheek into your hand. 

"Do it again please..."

His eyes widened in surprise for a moment, but then he did as he was told, pulling out and quickly shoving his cock deep inside you again. This time, being prepared, your cry sounded more like one of pleasure, as it burned your insides so perfectly.

Ominis started a slow but reckless rhythm, pounding his cock into your tight cunt, making you mewl and whimper, your arms wrapping around his back, nails digging into his skin.

You felt so incredibly good for him, the sting of your nails only adding to this primal urge he felt deep in his abdomen, to break you apart with his cock.

"I love you, Ominis."

Those sweet, sweet words tore away any restraints he still had and he picked up his speed, lifting your leg higher, to go even deeper. Your cries got higher too with every thrust of his hips.

His cock pushed right against this perfect spot inside you, where you could only clench around him and moan even louder. His almost bruising strikes against it, so deep inside, were precise and calculated. Even with him losing his self-control, pleasuring you was just natural for him and by gods, you were a complete mess beneath him.

You edged closer and closer, the new knot in your stomach close to painful. Your boyfriend's name became a mantra, as if it was the only thing your mind knew anymore.

You were all surrounded by him, his wet skin slapping against you, his sweet scent engulfing you completely and his even sweeter sounds tickling your shoulder.

Ominis mouth just hung open, breathing hot against the crook of your neck, as he completely wrecked you with his speed and size. When his one hand came down to rub the perked little pearl right above your entrance, it pushed you right over.

You came with loud and lewd noises, your legs trembling, toes curling, your eyes rolling back into your skull and with a few more skillful thrusts, Ominis fell over the edge as well, emptying himself deep inside you.

You felt yourself float off of the earth...just complete bliss.

You held Ominis close, making him float with you, kissing him messily. Some kisses were more on the cheeks than on the lips, but he didn't mind. He just did the same.

Slowly but surely you two came back down, reality creeping its way back into your minds.

Carefully Ominis pulled out, leaving you feeling empty, but he instantly pulled you into him again, holding you close, as you two shuffled around, to make you lay on top of him. Your limbs wrapped around each other and Ominis peppered your head with kisses, his hands caressing your arms, while your head was close to his chest, listening to the calming beat of his heart.

"I love you, too."

You looked up at your Slytherin and just smiled. He looked so exhausted and still absolutely relaxed and happy.

"I hope you're feeling just as good as I am feeling now."

"Even better, love. Even better."

You whispered against his lips, giving him a long and loving kiss.

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Kinktober: A Filthy Fantasy (2/2)

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

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

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader x Ominis Gaunt

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

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

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

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

-- read Part 1 here --

A Filthy Fantasy (2/2)

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

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

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

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

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

But why would he get him involved in this?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That wasn't –”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And you love it!”

He did have a point.

End notes:

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

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

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

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

Thank you for reading my filth!

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

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It is that time again (breeding kink)

A scholar and a pervert (overstimulation, sex toys)

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It belongs to me (deepthroating, public)

A Filthy Fantasy (1/2) (cnc, bondage, sensory deprivation, orgasm denial)

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In the Middle - Ominis' Ending

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: In the Middle - Ominis’ Ending

Warnings: read this first so this makes more sense

Y/N slipped through the doors that lead to the Defence Against the Dark Arts Tower, knowing she would always find the man she was looking for here - that she would always find both of them here. It wasn’t long until she found the familiar mop of brown hair walking in her direction, a charming smile falling on his face as he noticed her. Sebastian turned to say goodbye to the Ravenclaw student he was walking with and made his way in her direction, his arm winding around her waist to pull her into a hug as she neared. 

“Hey you. Done avoiding us?”

“For now.” Y/N pulled away and offered him a sheepish smile, her eyes darting over to the group of students who were sitting nearby. “Can we go somewhere to talk?”

“Depends. Will I like where this is going?”

“Sebastian.” She let out a quiet sigh and shook her head, but the smile was evident on her face. 

“Alright, alright,” he chuckled and titled his head to the left, signalling she should follow him. Y/N thought he would lead her to the Undercroft but instead he led her up a flight of stairs and towards Professor Fig’s old classroom. His position teaching Magical Theory had been filled the following year, but Y/N still avoided the class as best as she could. Sebastian gently pushed her along until they were sitting in the alcove across from the classroom and glared at the figure in the portrait until he left the frame with a loud, disgruntled sigh. “You have my undivided attention.”

“I’m sorry for avoiding you both.”

“It’s fine,” he shrugged nonchalantly and leant back in his seat. “We dropped a lot on you. Anyone would need a moment to think after that.” His eyes roamed over her, taking note of how she was avoiding his gaze and instead focused on her fingers which were currently being twisted together anxiously. “You’ve picked him, haven’t you?”

“What? How - ” Y/N looked up at him in surprise before exhaling slowly. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologising, you walnut?” Sebastian chuckled and came to sit next to her, his shoulder pressed against hers for comfort. “What we said in the Undercroft stands. You’re my best friend - you both are - and you’ll both continue to be after this. I won’t let this come between us.” He reached over to squeeze her hand gently.

“You’re my best friend too. I…I won’t blame you if you need some time.”

“Don’t be daft,” he nudged her with his shoulder. “Who else is going to put up with all my shit?” Y/N laughed quietly at his words, her eyes darting to the side as a couple of students left the Magical Theory classroom. “Have you told him yet?”

“No,” Y/N watched Ominis as he walked out of the men’s bathrooms, unaware of their presence. “I thought it would be fair to speak to you first.”

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Sebastian rolled his eyes at her before letting out a low whistle. Ominis stopped in his tracks and turned slowly, a frown of confusion on his face. “Over here, Ominis.”

“Hello, Sebastian.” He walked in their direction, the wand guiding him towards the archway for the alcove. “I should have known it was you that whistled; only you would summon me like a dog.” Y/N laughed at his dry comment and watched as he turned in her direction, a breathtaking smile coming over his features when he realised she was there too. “Hello, love.”

“Hi.” Y/N felt her stomach flip pleasantly at the term of endearment, ignoring Sebastian as he playfully pretended to retch. 

“I’ll leave you two alone, now.” Sebastian clapped Ominis on the shoulder and sent Y/N a cheeky wink as he stood up and walked away, his hands tucked into his pockets as he whistled a cheerful tune.

“Subtle.” Ominis’ lip twitched as Sebastian walked away, his heart thumping as he heard Y/N laugh quietly. “How have you been?”

“Oh, you know. Same old drama, different day.”

“Oh?” he smiled slyly and leant against the pillar for the archway and crossed his arms over his chest. “Anything good?” 

“Would you believe both of my best friends admitted to having feelings for me?”

“Well, can you blame them?” Ominis played along. 

“No, I suppose not,” Y/N faked a sigh, a smile playing on the corners of her mouth as she openly stared at the man in front of her. “I’m pretty remarkable.”

“I wholeheartedly agree.” They both chuckled quietly, a comfortable silence falling over them as Ominis shifted so that he sat beside her on the bench. “Have you made a decision?” 

“I have.”

“I see.” He pocketed his wand and turned his head in her direction, his features void of any emotion. “And you’ve told Sebastian already?”

“It was only fair,” Y/N murmured, reaching out to brush the back of his hand. He turned it over without a thought and caught her fingers in his and tangled them together.  “I didn’t want him to find out through the rumour mill that I had chosen you.”

“Me?” Ominis’ cloudy blue eyes met hers with startling precision, his eyebrows raised in surprise. “I thought…”

“You thought I’d choose Sebastian?”

“I mean…well, yes.”

“Ominis Gaunt, for someone who takes so much pride in their intelligence you can be really thick sometimes.” Y/N leant over to press a gentle kiss to his cheek, knowing very well that he did not like public displays of affection. “How could you not tell that I am completely entranced by you?”

“It’s not every day a beautiful woman would pick me over my best friend,” he said quietly, his fingers tightening around hers fractionally. Y/N felt her heart crack in her chest at how despondent he sounded and gently ran her finger over his cheekbone, tracing the beauty marks as she turned his head to face her again.

“Their loss.”

“Are you sure? Would you be able to handle…” Ominis trailed off and gestured to his face, his cheeks tinged pink.

“You better not be about to ask me if I can handle you being blind.”

“It’s not easy to deal with.”

“Maybe not,” Y/N shrugged and turned her body so that she was facing him completely. “Believe it or not, being able to see was not on my list when I made my decision.”

“You made a list?”

“Metaphorically, yes,” she rolled her eyes and let go of his hand to cup his face. “I want to be with you, Ominis. I don’t care that you can’t see.”

“Really?”

“Do you want me to shout it from the rooftops?”

“As entertaining as that would be,” Ominis paused to chuckle and raised his hand to touch Y/N’s face. He trailed his fingers down her cheek gently and traced his thumb over her lips. “Is there anyone around us?”

“No.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please.” Y/N felt her heart thud in her chest as he leant in and pressed his lips to hers briefly before pulling away and resting his forehead on hers. 

“You have the most beautiful soul I have ever had the pleasure of knowing,” he murmured before leaning in to kiss her again. Ominis decided he would speak to Sebastian later, in private, to ensure he didn’t harbour any resentment towards Y/N’s choice. The three of them had some things to discuss on how they would proceed from here, but that could all be done at a time when Y/N wasn’t running her hands through Ominis’ hair in a way that set every nerve of his alight. He reluctantly pulled away from her and took her hand in his, pulling her to her feet so he could walk her to their next class with a wide smile on his face that he couldn’t quite seem to shake.

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The Little Puffskein

Ominis Gaunt x reader

WC: 1.8K

A/N: Let me know what you guys think or if you want more! I’m open to ideas for other fics!

Summary: To cheer you up after you lost your Puffskein, Ominis decides to get you another one.

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Poppy sweeting didn’t know what to do.

It wasn’t often she found herself hidden behind a tree watching Ominis Gaunt try- and ultimately fail- at catching any kind of magical beast. She hasn’t spoken to the boy much since she has come to hogwarts, although she heard about him plenty.

Poppy was close with you, outside of her beasts, she considers you one of her closest friends, and you consider her the same. Along with that friendship comes the privilege of hearing all about your crush on Ominis. Poppy doesn’t mind hearing about it, in fact, it’s nice to hear that Ominis Gaunt isn’t as terrifying as everyone else paints him.

He was trying to catch a Puffskein and Poppy stifles her laugh as the third puffskein rolled away after Ominis has to put his wand down to catch it. She knew it wasn’t trying to get away from him, it just thought they were playing.

Ominis let’s out a huff of annoyance before freezing at the sound of what could only be someone giggling at him. He tenses and Poppy slaps a hand over her mouth, suddenly terrified of the idea of Ominis catching her. He raises his wand, pointing it all around him and she can see the red on the tip of the wand blink faster in her direction. He's facing her, his wand pointed directly at her.

Ominis sighs and lets his wand slip gently. There is only one person he's heard of at this school fascinated with catching beasts, and he knows it can't be you as you've told him you were spending the day completing Imelda's flying challenges. "I know you're there, Poppy Sweeting."

Poppy knew her face was no doubt as white as a ghost but if she could return a dragon egg to an actual dragon, she can face being caught by a classmate. She clears her throat, letting Ominis know he was correct in his guess and steps forward through the bushes in front of her.

“Would you like some help?” She finally offers. Ominis stays quiet for a moment, but he knows he’d appreciate any help he could get at the moment.

“Yes.” He sighs, letting his chin fall. “Thank you.”

Poppy doesn’t say anything back but she smiles wide as she joins his side, looking over all the adorable creatures in front of the two of them.

“Were you hoping to get a certain color?” Poppy asks, a bit unsure if she should be asking a blind person about the color of a Puffskein.

Ominis was about to shake his head, happy with any color until he realizes he doesn’t need to be okay with just any color. Instead, he quickly blurts out your favorite color of Puffskein. His cheeks redden at his suddenness. “If you can find one of that color.”

Poppy smiles to herself as a Puffskein that was perfect rolls by not far in front of her, the only one of that color. “Wait here,” she says to Ominis, “I see the perfect one!”

Ominis can feel Poppy’s happiness radiating next to him before she skips away, chasing after the Puffskein. He can hear her sigh for a moment and he supposes she’s had a bit of a struggle like he did. “If you don’t mind me asking,” Poppy calls out from behind Ominis and he turns slightly, “why are you looking for a Puffskein? I’ve never seen you take an interest in them before.”

Ominis nods. “They are adorable, are they not?”

Poppy giggles again as she finally manages to grab the Puffskein. “They absolutely are!” She knows Ominis hasn’t answered her question, she was a bit concerned she shouldn’t have asked it.

“It’s not me who has an interest in them.” Poppy looks up at him, staring briefly at his clouded eyes before back at the Puffskien, slowly putting together why he wanted this color.

“It’s for Y/N?” Ominis nods and his cheeks turn a light red. Poppy can’t hold back her smile. “You’re giving her a Puffskein? That’s so cute!”

Ominis’ cheeks darken further. “That’s not- It’s just-“ he wasn’t sure what to say as he shakes his head, “she told me yesterday how a Puffskein managed to fall out of her bag while she wasn’t paying attention. She was upset about it, so I thought this would cheer her up. She always loves getting new beasts to care for.”

Poppy’s excited smile slowly turns into a soft one, imagining the look on your face when you see the little furry guy. “She’ll love it.” Poppy assures him and placed her hand on Ominis’ arm. Ominis’ lips upturn at Poppy’s reassurance.

“Thank you for helping me.” Ominis says as he reaches out for the Puffskein. Poppy lets him take it and immediately the Puffskein snuggles into Ominis’ arms, looking up at him with what Poppy can only describe as adoration. She’s seen that look on your face quite a few times when you look at him.

She quietly giggles at her last thought before Ominis was on his way back to the castle. Poppy decides to rescue as many Puffskeins here as she can, hating the thought of leaving them.

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There was a frown on your face as you finally get back to the castle after completing Imelda’s races. It was nice to finally befriend the girl and beat her times, but you were exhausted. Half of you wants to head to your bed and not wake back up for a few days, but the other half of you knows you have a few things you need to take care of in the Room of Requirement first.

You tried to find Ominis on the way there, but you hadn’t seen him, something that only managed to make you feel worse. He always had a way of cheering you up, or at least offering you a hug, and you could never pass those up.

Your feet drag as you walk into the Room of Requirement, tossing your bag on the chairs you keep by the door before falling into an empty one. Despite wanting to sleep in your nice comfy bed, you couldn’t stop your eyes from drifting close as you start to fall asleep.

The only thing that stops you was the feeling of a furry round something jumping onto your lap. “What the…” you whisper before looking down, staring into a pair of the cutest eyes you’ve ever seen.

“Oh, where did you go now?” Ominis groans as he holds his wand out, coming up from the stairs to your potion room. He was frowning, his brows drawn together and you couldn’t help the little laugh you let out at seeing him.

“Loose something?” You catch him off guard. Ominis stops, turning in the direction of your voice until his wand lets him know he has found exactly what he has been searching the room for in your arms. His cheeks redden.

“Y/N,” he says quietly, not exactly sure what to say now that you were here holding the Puffskein. You look between him and the puffskein, a smile on your face. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”

Ominis is frowning as you finally focus on him. You chuckle, coming closer to him until you can place your hand on his shoulder. “It was a surprise, I didn’t even know you had an interest in beasts.”

Ominis’ frown turns up a little as he plays with his fingers in front of him. “It’s for you.”

Your heart skips a beat. “What?”

Ominis grins sheepishly, unable to stop himself. “You said your puffskein got lost. I know I can’t just get you another puffskein to replace him, but I thought this one could at least cheer you up a bit.”

You are so happy he can’t see how flustered you were at the idea of Ominis rescuing a puffskein for you to cheer you up. You didn't know what to say. You were so distraught when your little puffskein went missing yesterday when you weren't paying attention. You went out looking for him, but you weren't sure where you lost him. You were running around quite a bit yesterday. Feeling happy tears prickling in the corners of your eyes, you shake your head to keep them at bay and look down at the furry beast. "That's too kind. You didn't have to-" your words end abruptly as you catch sight of something on the beast. “Ominis, out of curiousity, where did you find this little guy?”

Ominis was confused by your question before thinking back on where he was. “Oh, just on the way to Hogsmeade. There was a den of them, Poppy helped me collect this him." He reaches out slowly before finding the Puffskein and ruffling his fur. "Why do you ask?”

You are quiet for a bit and Ominis was concerned you had some sort of problem with the cute beast until you let out a quick laugh of relief. “Because this is my puffskein I lost!”

Well, that surprised him. He couldn't tell by looks that this puffskein was the same, but he will admit that this puffskein has been a bit more cuddly than other puffskeins he's just met. “Are you sure?”

“Yes! Here, feel this?" You take his hand, gently moving it around the puffskein. "The little bald spot it got when he was chasing us in the vivarium?”

“Oh my!” Ominis' heart was racing at the thought of finding your exact puffskein, but also your hand was still firmly grasping his in your excitement. He couldn't stop smiling.

“You found him! Ominis Gaunt, I could kiss you!” Before you even have a moment to regret the words that you let tumble from your mouth, a pair of lips meet your own. Your eyes close as you melt against Ominis. Your puffskein jumps out of your hands and into the chair and Ominis uses his leave to pull you closer. One of his hands find your waist as the other cups the side of your face, his fingers rest on the back of your neck as his thumb finds your cheek, gently dancing across your skin. You throw your arms over his shoulders as he deepens the kiss, putting all the feelings he’s built up for the last months into his touch.

Neither of you truly want to separate after the kiss and you settle with resting your foreheads against each other. You smile as Ominis’ hand moves to tuck a stand of your hair behind your ear, using the movement to steal one more chaste kiss from you. You giggle into the kiss, letting the sound be muffled by your lips meeting his only briefly.

“I’m sorry-“ Ominis begins to say but before he can even think about finishing his sentence, you cut him off with another kiss.

“Do not be sorry for anything, Ominis Gaunt.” You whisper, watching his lips quirk up and his cheeks flood with pink. “I quite enjoyed it.”

“So, you wouldn’t mind if I did it again?”

You smile, cupping his face and trailing your thumb softly over his lip to his check. “I hope you never stop.”

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Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x Fem!Reader

Y/N, a muggle born girl, navigates the complexities of integrating into the wizarding world where she doesn't quite belong. As a 7th year and a human without magic, she must learn to adjust and prove her worth, but also navigate the feelings she has for a certain slytherin student named Ominis Gaunt.

Warnings: Language Warning! NSFW (18+) Sexual Content! Violence!

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Taffeta

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18 year-olds MC and Ominis are called upon for a fancy dinner with members of the Ministry of Magic to discuss MC's abilities with ancient magic and how they might serve the Ministry. But the party has devolved into another networking event for stuffy officials. The two run off for a much-needed moment alone to blow off some steam.

Ominis x fem!MC

NSFW—sexual content

Smutty stuff here; Ominis leans into his carnal side. Dirty talk, fingering and oral ensue

Word count: 4,066

A/N: just a fun self-imposed challenge to write nsfw outside my normal fare. There are a few minor historical inaccuracies for the sake of a good, saucy story. Hopefully nobody even notices, but if you do, just... ignore them please lol :')

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It felt as if this Ministry of Magic dinner would never end. Ministry officials ingratiating themselves to one another, despite this function not even being about them, was dreadful to watch, and MC had had enough. She had only graduated from Hogwarts a year prior, and already her abilities with ancient magic were being recognized outside of the school. She suspected it had all started with Professor Black attempting to garner Ministry favor by taking credit for raising up such a prodigious student, but where matters started and ended in this perplexing network of magical politics was a complete mystery to MC. She wanted desperately to put this ancient magic business behind her after all she had endured defeating Ranrok and his followers—and because she wanted to focus more of her attention on her beloved young man.

MC had invited Ominis Gaunt to this dinner as her escort, mostly in an attempt to maintain her sanity. Ominis knew what he was getting himself into when he accepted, having extensive experience with such dinners as a child growing up in the House of Gaunt. The family had done all they could to maintain their connections as the house's fortune slipped away, Ominis being among the youngest to be trained in the art of overlong dinner events. This particular dinner had been going on for four hours, and with no end in sight, even Ominis was growing quite restless and frustrated sitting politely at the huge dining room table, old men and women four, some five or six, times their age prattling on without paying them any mind.

"Surely that man knows he's had a few too many fire whiskies," MC whispered to Ominis, who stifled a laugh as MC narrated to her blind sweetheart the disastrous scene before her: a low-ranking official was drunkenly stumbling his way through a drawn-out and unamusing joke to some higher-ups, his only accomplishment being embarrassing himself.

"If I ever turn into a pitiful and horrific Ministry beast like that," Ominis whispered with a wry smile, "please do the humane thing and leave me for some basilisk to find."

"Mr. Gaunt," she muttered back in mock horror, "are you suggesting a basilisk's gaze would be preferable to an evening of wearing uncomfortable clothing and being treated to incomprehensible jokes?"

Ominis chuckled and placed a hand on MC's lap from under the table. "I must admit, I am rather saddened that your dress has been causing you discomfort all evening. Even just with my wand and my touch, I can tell you are simply ravishing in it."

MC blushed a deep crimson. While she did enjoy how the dress looked, pastel pink taffeta with flower designs running along the hem and bodice with short lacy sleeves adorning the square neck and shoulder line, it was terribly itchy and stiff. Her corset was particularly restrictive, and her hair was also done up in a bun that was quite pretty, but had pins and flower ornaments that irritated her scalp. She hoped Ominis was faring better in his handsome black formal jacket and neatly pressed trousers. What MC truly wanted in that moment was to go back home and draw up a hot bath. Her mind was in full walkabout, pondering what she might do with a few moments alone with Ominis after this hypothetical bath, away from the ever-watchful eyes of her handmaids.

Ominis rose from his seat next to her. He gently took her silk-gloved hand and beckoned her to join him. "I need some air," he groaned. "This is simply too much, and I have the impression that none of these partygoers will miss their supposed guest of honor."

MC laughed in agreement, and with MC on Ominis' arm, the two strolled out into the night air in the gardens just beyond the dining room.

MC was not entirely sure whose house this was. She could have sworn that at least three different names were given to her when she asked various attendees, and she wondered if anyone else really knew, either. Whoever the owner, their taste in parties might have been lacking but their taste in gardens was exquisite. The gardens seemed to stretch on endlessly, and MC began to wonder if they had been enchanted to do just that. The two walked past burbling fountains, topiaries of all manner of magical beasts, the most perfect hedges she had ever seen, and impossibly intricate marble statues of wizards and witches.

MC and Ominis felt at liberty to make bawdy jokes at the expense of the officials as they wandered deeper into the peaceful night. "Do you suppose they're even interested in offering you a job, or are they just proud of themselves for stringing us along this far?" Ominis groused as their laughter faded.

"At this point, I wonder if everyone assumed someone else would be in charge of that task," MC sighed. "I must admit—I was hoping that throwing your name around would at least scare them into doing something, even if I don't want to work for them, but it appears that even Slytherin's heir couldn't get some of these men to care about anything except their own political onanism."

Ominis snorted, always delighted at hearing the out of pocket things his otherwise proper and feminine beloved said when they were alone. "It was worth a try," he smiled.

MC had gone from holding Ominis' arm to holding his hand, which she always preferred, and she felt his hand constantly brushing the skirt of her dress. She smiled, wondering if his mind had also begun wandering.

The two found themselves in a quiet part of the gardens, the crickets dully thrumming as they breathed in the scent of flowers and carefully manicured greenery. They seated themselves on a hidden stone bench some ways off the path to take in the peaceful ambience. MC sat with her knee touching Ominis' as she chastely placed a hand on the space between them for him to hold. He eagerly took the opportunity and laced their fingers together. "This is a lovely place, but I wish I didn't have to attend these stuffy events," MC sighed.

"I'm thankful they at least they afford us moments like this," Ominis murmured. MC realized that he was, once again, fully engrossed in her dress. He had been seemingly obsessed all evening. From the moment they departed for the party, he had been commenting on it or finding opportune moments to touch the skirt and its soft, shiny material. She wasn't sure exactly what it was about this dress that made it different from the other pieces of evening wear she owned, but he was presently enjoying the sensation of the taffeta under his fingers and had begun tracing the neckline of her dress with his other hand. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead—a kiss that felt hot and restrained. "Merlin, how you're beautiful tonight," he whispered.

"Three sickles I know what's on your mind," she smirked. He didn't respond, and before she could open her mouth to ask why, he had straddled the bench, put his arm around her lower back and roughly pulled her towards him. A small squeak left her mouth, which was almost instantly muted by a kiss. Ominis began trailing firm kisses down her neck, accompanied by quiet moans echoing in his throat. "How dare they keep you from me," Ominis muttered, deep and amorous. She had never seen him so aggressive, but she was fascinated and couldn't help but want more.

"I'm upset that I had to spend so many hours this evening being prim and proper, waiting for any opportunity to get away with you—all while you teased me in that pretty dress," he complained. She reached a hand up to soothingly hold the side of his face, but he smiled against her neck and grabbed her wrist, keeping her hand firmly away.

MC let a moan escape her lips. While she was typically vigilant for other people who might see or hear them, she cared very little at this point. Her frustrations had worn her nerves to the quick, and Ominis clearly felt the same way. She desperately needed some quality time with him to make up for the dreadful evening.

Ominis decided that she still was not close enough to him, and quickly pulled her into a deep kiss. Her dainty breasts pushed against his chest, and he sighed sharply. He ran both of his hands down MC's sides, his fingers dancing along her hips. "You're positively intoxicating," he breathed through ragged breaths. “And I am so very frustrated that I can do relatively little about it." His hands moved to her thighs before he stopped. Although his irises rarely moved or betrayed emotion, MC could tell by looking at them that he was deep in thought, deciding his next move. After a moment, he took off his jacket and folded it neatly behind MC.

"Ominis, what are you—" MC wasn't able to finish her thought before Ominis laid her back with her head resting on his jacket, pushing her legs apart so one rested on either side of the bench.

"Hush," Ominis growled, pushing his legs slightly underneath hers and pressing himself down on her with a hand to the side of her face. His command sent a wave of heat through her entire body, and she felt his growing erection pressed deliciously against her core.

Ominis dragged his lips down to her collarbone and took hold of her hips, slowly rubbing them as he rolled his own hips languidly against her a few times. She cried out softly before Ominis leaned closer to her ear. "Louder," he ordered. "I don't care if anyone hears us. I am fed up and I need you. I need to hear and feel you."

Liquid fire spread through her entire abdomen, and MC was quite certain she was thoroughly soaked. He rolled his hips once more, and she cried out with no reservation, his name rolling off her tongue. Appearing satisfied, Ominis moved on to the next part of whatever scheme was on his mind. He reached a hand up and underneath her dress, and ran a hand along the bare skin of her thigh.

MC wrapped her arms around his neck and whimpered. She tried to move her hips just enough to encourage him to keep his hand moving, but he didn't budge.

"Tell me exactly what you want me to do," he murmured. "I want to hear you say it.”

MC began to protest, but was cut short by another kiss. "No excuses, little hummingbird," he growled again. "Say it."

Her cheeks flushed the deepest red. "I want you... to pleasure me," she murmured in his ear. The rush of saying it out loud was intoxicating.

"And how might I do that?" he purred, his hand beginning to move at an excruciatingly slow rate towards her core. MC moaned, partly out of frustration, and partly at the thrill of it all.

"Ominis," she breathed, feeling bolder as the seconds passed. "Please... your fingers, I want them inside me." Her confidence was building, and she was determined to turn this night around. She closed her eyes and savored her memories of the most recent time they had gotten away with doing things they shouldn't have been doing: they had snuck away after a formal courtship dinner at her home, and after they were sure they were alone in a disused room, she had practically melted on his hand. "I... also need you to rub my clit. Long, slow circles. Just the way I like it."

Ominis got a hungry look in his eyes. “Good girl,” he murmured in her ear, hot and needy breath fanning across it and sending yet more fire through her abdomen. “That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” He slid his hand upwards until he could feel how wet she was, and he couldn't help but smirk. “My my, someone is quite excited." His fingers slid easily over her entire core, and her hips moved to help. He frowned and placed his other hand firmly on her hips. “None of that now,” he scolded. “Unless you want me to stop.”

MC merely whimpered in agreement as she squeezed her eyes shut, trying with every fiber of her being not to move.

“I want to hear every single moan and sigh,” Ominis purred as his fingers lazily swirled around the exterior of her slick core.

"Anything for you, Ominis," she breathed. "Just keep going, please."

He chuckled, soft breath hitting MC's ear, and plunged two slender fingers inside her. The palm of his hand was almost hot over the rest of her core, and he slowly moved his palm in large circles as she requested. MC groaned long and deep as she resisted bucking her hips. This was the most pleasurable torture, and Ominis was clearly enjoying inflicting it. He held her there for a moment, slowly crossing his fingers back and forth inside her as he felt her walls around him occasionally pulse uncontrollably. From outside, he shifted his palm away to let his thumb swept slowly across one of his favorite spots on her body. He leaned in close again, gently nibbling at her ear. “Your cute little clit is so swollen and sensitive, isn’t it? When was the last time you even pleasured yourself?”

MC considered if she would let question hang, but thought better of it after seeing the utter delight he was getting from talking dirty to her. “It—mmh—has to have been… perhaps a week now,” she gasped, still fighting her body to keep it from helping his hand. “Please,” she whimpered without thinking.

Ominis tutted. “Oh, you poor thing, that is entirely too long a time.” His fingers slowly began moving in and out, and she exhaled sharply. “Tell me exactly what you did. I’m feeling rather jealous of those pretty little fingers of yours right now, and I want to know what they did without me,” he hissed.

MC whimpered again, fearing she might move her hands to help him before she could catch herself. “I…” she nervously gulped, hesitating.

“Yes?” Ominis asked expectantly. “Every detail, my little hummingbird.”

“I… it started when I was lying in bed. I was thinking of you,” she panted. “I couldn’t sleep, I missed you too greatly. I... began running a finger up and down my clit."

As she spoke, she felt him imitating what she was describing. He had taken his index finger out from inside her and did exactly what she had done the week previous. She shuddered with pleasure and continued, finding the task easier as she went. “Then—mmh—I felt myself getting wet. I slid a finger inside myself—yes, just like that—"

Ominis once again followed along, his large, warm hand heating her entire body. It felt as if electricity was gently buzzing throughout her entire abdomen, now, and she needed release desperately.

“I… I also did what you like to do: I rubbed my clit between my thumb and finger. It reminded me of you, and—aah, yes…” MC bit her bottom lip, orgasm so tantalizingly close. Her heart felt as if it might burst from beating so fast. Every time his hand moved, the cool night air kissed her core; it was irresistible.

“I kept going, just like that, imagining your kisses along my neck until—” Ominis had barely planted the first kiss on her neck when her back arched and she nearly screamed his name, her entire body shuddering beneath him. He kept steady pressure on her and dragged his lips up and down her neck until she had ridden out her climax, and she gazed up at him with a relaxed smile, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. He gently felt her face for her smile with his other hand, and a look of smug satisfaction came over him.

“You make the prettiest sounds," he purred. "It seems as if I did far better than your fingers."

"Oh, Ominis, you absolutely did. I only wish you were with me every time so I would never need to use them again," she smirked, watching Ominis' attention falter and his commanding air momentarily slip as he got lost in that idea.

Eventually, he came back to reality and sighed sharply. “Well, it seems as if this is the perfect moment for you to help me, now." Ominis sat back, helping MC back upright, and began unbuttoning his trousers. An idea crossed her mind as he did so, and with a sudden rush of boldness, she placed a hand on one of his. “Now it's my turn: I want to know what you think about when you pleasure yourself without me," she murmured as she slowly leaned in next to his ear.

Ominis slowed, savoring her words. “Well, of course I think about you,” he replied. His voice was smooth, but there was color rising in his slender cheeks.

“Tell me more,” MC murmured with a dangerous glint in her eye, “and perhaps you’ll get some help with your current situation."

Ominis sighed. He was slightly annoyed at first, but his own game was quickly growing on him. “As you wish, my darling.” He finally undid his trousers, and his cock now stood tall before her, occasionally twitching impatiently. Ominis frowned after a moment, realizing MC was going to make him work even for the first touch.

"Very well," he sighed. He refused to let his bravado fail now, but he was quickly realizing what MC learned: saying it all out loud was quite difficult—and his struggles with it were inevitably going to goad his lover into further teasing him. "I... like to remember the way your skin feels beneath my fingers. And your soft moans. Merlin, the sounds you make in the throes of pleasure," he sighed. "And... I imagine how your pretty breasts might feel under my hands—how you might feel as I have you bent over a table with my cock buried inside you."

When he still felt nothing from her, he grew nervous and tilted his head. "MC? Was... was that too much?"

MC had been sitting, enraptured by her mental images of him lying in the middle of a large bed, his bare, pale body standing out in stark contrast to dark sheets as one arm laid over his face with his other hand around his erection, shuddering with pleasure and moaning MC's name. She shook her head slightly and drew herself back to the present moment. "Not too much at all, darling," she flirted. "Such a good imagination you have, too. I only hope that, someday, we may make that a reality." She voice had lowered until she was nearly whispering in his ear. "Now, tell me how you do it when you're lying there by yourself; how exactly you use these beautiful hands of yours to pleasure yourself." She ran a hand up his thigh, stopping just short of where he wanted, eliciting something between a sigh and a growl from him. He reached for his erection, and MC stopped him. "You can only tell me, my dear. No fair doing this yourself."

"I had no idea you were such a little tease. But I'll be remembering this," Ominis smirked. He then sighed heavily and leaned back on his arms, a deep blush once again washing over his delicate features. "I like to start with gentle touches. Those are—" he was overcome by a whimper, eyes squeezing shut as MC ran a single finger up the underside of his cock. He had no idea know how long he would last like this.

"What next?" MC whispered as she pressed herself closer, not letting him recover.

"Wrap your hand around my cock—gently," he panted. She beamed as she watched his boldness melt away under her touch, reaching a thumb up to gently massage the underside of his tip. He gasped again, throwing his head back. "That feels... Merlin..."

"Don't get too distracted yet," she cooed. "Surely there's more."

"Y-yes, please... move the skin up and down—just like that." Ominis was now almost breathless, moaning MC's name. Before he could give further direction, MC leaned down and pressed her lips to his tip. He nearly shouted her name and gripped her hair on the back of her head. She looked up at him to see that his head was lolled to the side, eyebrows knitted together and half-lidded, unseeing eyes languidly gazing into nothing in pleasure. His perfect lips were parted slightly as he panted.

MC slid her lips further over the tip of his aching erection, listening to his cries and teasingly resisting his hand's pushes.

"MC... Merlin, please..." His chest was heaving, and he gripped her hair tighter.

MC slid her mouth off, his pathetic whine causing a smile to spread across her face, and began kissing up and down the underside of his cock, gently sucking at the skin and running her tongue along every little vein and outline she could find.

When she decided she had teased him sufficiently, MC returned to Ominis' tip. She gently cleaned up the precum that was dripping from his cock with her soft tongue, delighting in his incomprehensible muttering, and slid her lips back over his tip and down further.

Another cry escaped Ominis' lips, and his hips bucked, hitting MC in the back of the throat. Tears stung at her eyes, but her mouth remained firmly around him, hot breath rushing over his excruciatingly sensitive skin. She started bobbing her head up and down, slowly at first but picking up speed. Ominis' fingers wove themselves further through her hair and gripped harder as he doubled over.

"I... don't know how long I can last," he panted. "Your mouth... Merlin..."

MC took her mouth away just long enough to give him one final order. "I want to hear everything you say when you climax by yourself. I want to hear what it's like," she smiled mischievously. Ominis quickly agreed, his hand trying desperately to get her mouth back on his cock.

MC followed the pushes of his hand, delighting in the violent push he gave the moment her lips had enveloped his tip again.

MC had moved her head up and down a few more times before she felt his cock pulsing and Ominis' voice died to a quiet whimper. A second later, his hot seed spilled down her throat as he cried out. "Fuck! MC... ohh, fuck, my little hummingbird..." his speech devolved to animalistic groans as his body convulsed, and he thrust against her mouth a few more times, the last few bursts of seed escaping into MC's mouth before he finally relaxed. His grip on MC's hair loosened, and she released his softening cock, savoring his taste on her lips and moving up to kiss him.

"Are you feeling better?" MC murmured. "I don't recall ever hearing you utter a single harsh word before now. It must have been quite good."

Ominis leaned into her kiss, hands placed gently on her hips, and he groaned regretfully against her mouth. MC giggled and kissed him again on the cheek. "Please. We've been in love for three years now. I think it's all right if your manners aren't perfect at all times."

"Considering what we just did in the garden of a stranger whose name we still don't know—and likely never will—you have a point," Ominis laughed as he made himself presentable again. "But yes," he continued after putting his jacket back on, "that was simply indescribable."

"It was the most fun I've had in a long while," MC sighed, leaning against Ominis and resting her head on his shoulder. "I really ought to find a way to bring out that side of you more often. It almost makes these parties worth the trouble... Almost." MC rolled her eyes.

"I am quite sure we could find other ways to get some time alone together," Ominis replied, weariness in his voice. "I don't know if I could tolerate any more of those officials."

"Perhaps another dinner is in order," MC pondered. "Maybe next week?"

"I think I would like that very much," Ominis replied with a sly smile. "I do hope you'll wear that dress again, too."

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LATE-NIGHT EXCURSION - SEBASTIAN SALLOW

summary: you, sebastian and a special guest you didn't know about, are about to sneak into the restricted section.

pairing: sebastian sallow x fem!reader

word count: 0.7k

warnings: none

notes: it's just something I came up with today after playing hogwarts legacy again.

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“I knew you would come.”

Sebastian made his way toward you, his words only a whisper, yet you had heard him loud and clear. A wicked smile graced his lips as he stopped right next to you. 

“I wasn’t going to, but I just couldn’t let the opportunity of sneaking into the restricted section go to waste.”

The Slytherin boy chuckled lightly as he shook his head. His eyes glanced from you to the door of the library that was being watched by a head boy from Hufflepuff and a head girl from Ravenclaw. 

“Admit it, you just want to spend time with me alone.”, Sebastian whispered teasingly, earning a roll of your eyes from you, however, you couldn’t help the smile from spreading on your lips while your eyes slipped from your fellow students to the brown-haired boy that stood right next to you. 

Suddenly, you heard a noise behind you, your head turning to the side, only to see … nothing. No one was there. Nevertheless, you could feel your heart in your throat. Even though you had sneaked out of the dorm on multiple occasions, you were still not used to it and feared it every time. There was only one person who was able to calm you down in such a situation. 

“Everything’s fine. No one will see us.”, you heard Sebastian say, his hand on yours, which he squeezed reassuringly. 

You looked at the young man again, an encouraging smile on his lips while he squeezed your hand one more time, your eyes drifting to them until you looked back up again. A sigh escaped your lips.

“If it would make you feel better, we could use the Disillusionment spell.”

You shook your head, your eyes glancing around one more time before you put a brave smile on your lips. This was nothing. You had done this so many times before. You had been to the restricted section of the library plenty of times, and you even left the castle at times, so doing this was a routine for you. 

“Let’s do this.”, you said, squeezing Sebastian’s hand softly.

Before you could walk down the stairs, you felt your boyfriend pull you back. His free hand cupped your face, his thumb lightly tracing your cheek while he looked deeply into your eyes. The blush rose on your cheeks. You have been with Sebastian for such a long time, ever since third grade, and yet he was still driving you crazy. 

“You forgot something.”

You rolled your eyes again, a cheeky grin gracing your lips. You couldn’t even utter another word when you finally felt his lips on yours. You had no idea how many kisses you had already shared, but every time, he was able to take your breath away with it. Your lips moved in perfect synchronisation. They fit together like pieces of a puzzle.  

“Hey, you two.”

You jumped away from Sebastian, your eyes wide with horror until you noticed who it was. 

“Ominis. What are you doing- … You told Ominis about this?”, you asked your boyfriend, who looked at you with an innocent expression on his face. 

“I don’t mean to intrude. I just needed to get something myself, and your little boyfriend let it slip that you would sneak in tonight.”

You didn’t take your eyes off of Sebastian, shaking your head before you turned around and made your way down the stairs, the two Slytherin boys following close behind. 

“You still love me, though.”

It wasn’t a question; it was a statement. Of course, you still loved him, and you loved Ominis - as a friend - as well. Were you looking forward to spending a bit more time with Sebastian? Of course, but Ominis was your best friend, so having him there with you wasn’t bad at all. 

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pairing: Sebastian Sallows x fem!reader

word count: 2.8k

warnings: takes place sixth year, teasing, comments about the readers appearance, slight swearing from sebastian, nothing too bad here

a/n hi let’s not bully this fanfic to the point of deletion like the last one :) We do not support JK Rowling here and her views. Hate will be blocked and deleted. Also, don’t ask why Y/N has lipstick on her chin. Sebastian is probably sloppy anyways. Love the mc gifs, even though mine was brunette 😒. Anyways, MC isn’t any specific house in this story so feel free to choose your own!

side note: this is the first fic i edited with grammarly. no clue why i haven’t before, i use it on all my school papers. enjoy the somewhat grammatically correct fic! probably first one ever lmao

summary A joke Sebastian makes goes a little too far

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“And don’t you just look wonderful today, Y/N!” Poppy cheered, joining your side as you walked down the Hogwarts halls. You smiled, knowing exactly what she was referring to.

“Thank you, Poppy! You look splendid as well,” you smiled, returning the compliment to your Hufflepuff friend. Poppy hastily ran in front of you and opened the door to Charms class. Your eyes quickly scanned the classroom, not looking for anything in particular. When they landed on him, your heart seemed to skip a beat like it always did.

Sebastian was already there; he and Ominis were arguing sitting at the table adjacent to yours and Poppy’s. Your eyes immediately snapped to the boy, but only briefly.

Sebastian was dressed down today, which suddenly made your appearance feel out of place. His white button-down with rolled-up sleeves and a loose Slytherin tie looked so simple in comparison to your new look. You yearned to take a second glance, but you were sure it would have been too obvious that you were looking at him.

As you took your seat and spoke to Poppy, you occasionally let your gaze drift beyond hers and to the boy— his hair was messy. Had he even combed it this morning? You could just visualize him ruffling it for just a brief moment, looking in the mirror, and thinking ‘Good enough’. He would be shrugging his shoulders and following Ominis out the door as he yelled at Sebastian for making him late.

The way his shoulders were spread as he lay his head in his arms placed on the table was almost enchanting to look at. Was he speaking to Ominis or the girl at the next table? Your heart began to race, as you didn’t want to know the answer to that question. His head bowed once more before he sat upright. Yawning, he stretched his arms behind him and his gaze suddenly met yours. As you snapped your gaze back to Poppy, you heard him let out a tired groan. Oh, he knew what he was doing.

“Y/N?” Poppy asked as you re gained your focus back on the conversation you were having. “Yes!” you answered, a little too loudly and confidently.

“What is it?” Poppy inquired, turning her head to see exactly what you were looking at.

“Poppy! Not now,” you whispered and looked down at your shoes. “He’s smirking, you know. Playing with the end of his tie like an idiot.”

“You were saying?” you asked, changing the subject back to the original topic. “Sorry,” Poppy sighed. You gave her a comforting smile. “What color is that? On your lips,” she asked. You took the tiny tube of lipstick out from your robes, opened the cap, and showed Poppy. “Imelda let me use her dark cherry balm she got from Hogsmeade. She said it suits my complexion well but… I’m still not quite sure.”

You had spent all night practicing with Imelda. In previous days you had expressed your interest in makeup after noticing Imelda’s long eyelashes and flushed cheeks. She taught you the right way to apply makeup and how to make it look simple. The first time you applied your own she described it as ‘horrendous’. So, after staying up hours after curfew, you finally mastered the look you were going for. Imelda reviewed it and let you finally out of the dormitory after making sure you weren’t going to class looking like a fool.

“You're going to have to teach me sometime! It looks absolutely stunning. I’m not sure how you don’t have every prefect swooning over you right now.” Poppy said, gazing over your makeup look. “I would love to teach you sometime Poppy, what about—”

As you were about to finish your sentence, you heard the stool next to Poppy scrape against the floor. Before you knew it, the brown-haired boy leaped from the student section and onto the floor. He then approached your table, simply placing his hands firmly near the edges of your textbook, and looked down at you.

“What was I hearing about prefects?” he asked, squinting and studying your face. If the blush wasn’t enough, you were sure you were bright red.

“Are you interested in becoming one next year?” he asked. You shrugged, trying to ignore his addicting gaze. Poppy smiled and happily answered the question for you “I was just saying how I was surprised that—”

“Poppy!” you proclaimed, hitting her boot with the tip of yours. All in good fun, Poppy was one to exploit your confided crush on Sebastian any day.

“I have no interest in becoming a prefect, Sebastian.” you sighed, finally giving in and looking up at him. He took a step back, still squinting.

“Are you interested in becoming a clown then? With this new look, you’ll make a perfect carnie.”

Sebastian was expecting an eye roll and some slight beratement from you for that comment, but instead, he was met with a wide eyed-lips partially parted look from you. For the first time ever he considered that he may have crossed the line with you.

You were unsure of what to say.

“Sebastian!” Ominis called from their table. “Leave her alone. You have better things to do with your time than berating our friend.”

Poppy gave your arm a reassuring pat as Sebastian awkwardly made his way back to his seat. “He didn’t mean it. He’s just a stupid boy, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” she whispered to you just as Professor Ronan began his descent down the stairs from his office.

The pit in your stomach grew as the thought of Sebastian Sallows calling your work that you worked so hard on a ‘carnie’ ran through your head. 

-

“You're being oddly still,” Ominis whispered to Sebastian. He didn’t answer, Sebastian just stared blankly at the rug pattern Professor Roman was walking upon. Ominis poked Sebastian with his wand.

“I’m fine.” he gritted between his teeth. In reality, he was replaying the encounter he had with you just minutes before. Oh, how he wishes he could just suck those words back in. He always seems to mess something up.

“What exactly did you say to Y/N?” Ominis asked. Sebastian let out a sigh. “Nothing-”

“You're a terrible liar.”

“You're a terrible see-er,”

“Your comeback was weak.” Ominis sighed. “Just like your game,” he added.

“My what?”

The room was suddenly quiet and all eyes were on Sebastian. He had said that way too loudly.

“Is everything-” Professor Ronan began to ask Sebastian, but was interrupted.

Garreth Weasley had just made his way into the classroom. The large doors boomed as they shut behind him.

Garreth was a flirt. He would always try to make moves at you that you kindly rejected, but now it was more fun than serious.

He looked your way with a smooth look on his face, but his emotions quickly dropped. “Merlin’s beard Y/N! What did you do, make out with Peeves? He seems to have gotten some of those crazy colors on you!”

“Garreth!” Poppy shouted, doing her best to defend her friend.

That was enough of this makeup business.

You slammed your stool in as you left the Charms classroom almost in tears. Making your way towards the nearest bathroom, you looked in the mirror and looked at the running mascara down your cheeks.

Back in the classroom, there was a stir. Sebastian rose from his seat and met Garreth where he was standing. He took out his wand in one hand, and in the other he grabbed Garreth’s collar, jolting the boy slightly.

“Do that again, and you’ll wish you didn’t.”

Garreth stared at Sebastian with confused fear in his eyes. Sebastian’s grip on his collar tightened as his wand was pointed at Garreth’s neck. Usually, Sebastian was one to go along with his antics; why such the change now?

“Mr. Weasley and Mr. Sallows!” Professor Ronan yelled, causing Sebastian to drop his hold on Garreth. “This behavior is unacceptable! I will be having a word with your Aunt, Mr. Weasley.”

Garreth groaned. 

“And for you, Mr. Sallows— return to your common room. We will discuss this matter later,” Professor Ronan said, shoving the two boys even farther apart with his hands.

An excuse to miss class? Sebastian would have done this ages ago if he knew it would have had this result. You didn’t have to ask him twice.

As Sebastian turned the corner and was about to descend down the stairs, he noticed your books piled outside the bathroom. He hesitated to at first, but he pressed his ear against the door. Tiny sniffles came from inside. His hand wrapped around the doorknob, but to no avail. It was locked.

“Alohamora,” he whispered.

Your ears perked as you heard the lock on the restroom click. Quickly, you tried to collect yourself and be as silent as you could to allow the other girl to use the restroom. Or maybe it was Poppy coming to check in on you. Either way, you wanted to be alone. You stared down at the towel in your hand, smeared with the work you were so proud of just minutes before.

And then suddenly, you heard a voice. One you never expected to hear in a woman’s restroom.

“Y/N?” Sebastian asked.

What was he doing in here?

His shoes suddenly came into view as he walked in front of your stall.

“Go away, Sebastian.”

He sighed. “I can’t just do that,”

You sat silently, hoping that if you tried hard enough you could apparate somewhere else.

“Are you decent?” Sebastian asked. “Huh?” you replied, confused. Another swift “Alohamora” came from Sebastian. You rose from the toilet and slammed your arm against the door, using your whole body weight to keep him out. But to no avail, Sebastian was taller and stronger than you.

He was taken aback as you came into view. His heart simply broke at the vision in front of him.

“No,” he whispered almost in shock as he entered the stall with you. The guilt began to rise as he knew he was partially responsible for this.

“Sebastian please,” you begged, turning away. It was embarrassing enough that he had to see you like that; make-up smeared on your face that was left over and tear-stained cheeks weren’t the ideal look.

He took your hand carefully. Only entwining a few fingers at first before you allowed his hand into yours, against your better judgment. He walked out of the stall with you and stood in front of a sink.

“Sit,” he ordered. You stared at him in confusion. “Go on, don’t make me lift you.”

You leaped on the countertop and shuttered a bit as your skirt lifted and your bum hit the cool surface. Sweeping your skirt down nicely, you watched as Sebastian fetched a clean towel and began to wet it.

“What are you doing?” you asked as he ran out the damp towel. Sebastian didn’t answer, instead placing one hand on your jawline to steady your face. You almost slapped his hand out of place until the warm cloth reached your cheek.

“Try not to squirm, love.”

He moved so gently as the cloth ran over your cheeks. Sebastian hated seeing the mascara stains and was happy to see them washed away.

You couldn’t help it—more tears began to form in your lash line.

“No, no,” Sebastian said to reassure you. His hand left your jaw and moved to your hand in your lap. His fingers entwined with yours.

The cloth began to grow cold. Sebastian was almost done wiping your face, his gaze not leaving you once. As he made his final round around, making sure he got everything, his thumb brushed your lips by accident. The feeling of your soft lips was enough to send him wild.

He would be lying if he didn’t admit that when he saw you enter the classroom that he didn’t want that dark, honey-duke color all over his lips.

He sighed as he set the dirty towel next to the one you had used previously in the sink.

“I apologize,” he said sincerely.

“Sebastian—”

“Please, Y/N. I feel terrible.”

You looked down, his hand was still in yours. With his other hand, he brought his hand up to your chin and tilted it back into his line of sight.

“What can I do to make it up to you?”

“I…” you tried to answer. He seemed to be getting closer and closer with each breath.

“Do you want me to…” Sebastian speculated, his face nearing the side of your head. You could feel his breath on your ear.

“…fuck up Garreth?”

A slight gasp came from you as his hand moved from yours to your waist.

“Mm, Sebastian no.” you whimpered.

“Or… let me make it up to you.”

“P-please,” you sighed, nervous to move another inch. “What can I do?” he asked.

A sly smile came to your face.

“I do have one thing in mind.”

Your hand pushed him back from his close stance to you. Feeling his chest for the first time was quite a different experience. You didn’t expect to feel the warmth coming off his body through his thin shirt.

Hopping off the counter, Sebastian was now noticeably taller than you once again. Your hand dipped in your robes and pulled out Imelda’s lip balm.

“And?” he asked, getting impatient as he watched you take off the cap and place it on the counter. Sebastian tapped his finger on the counter. Taking one last glance at his ruffled hair and tattered stance, you turn to the mirror and applied a thick layer of the dark, thin balm on your lips.

“I want you to wear it.”

He let out a laugh. “It’s that simple? Give it to me. It’s not that bad anyways-”

Sebastian reached for the tube of lipstick. You quickly snatched it in your hands and snapped it away.

“W-what was that for? Y/N, come on now. Your confusing me. What do you want?”

You smirked, cocking your hips against the counter. “I said Sebastian, I want you to wear it.”

His jaw hinged as he began to get frustrated. All he was doing was trying to help you, and you were now playing games. Sebastian was done being toyed with. Bending down to become eye level with you once again, he spoke. His nose nearly touched the bridge of yours.

“And how would I do that? You obliviated the thing in to-”

You pushed up with your toes as you took the leap and kissed Sebastian. His eyes shot wide open as you kept yours shut. As he realized what was finally happening, his hands quickly moved to the back of your neck and into your hair. As he began to straighten his back, you began to lose him as he was too tall.

“Oh fuck…” he muttered, grabbing you and vaulting you into his arms and quickly sitting you up on the counter as he had previously threatened. With a very few seconds of breathing, his lips were back on yours and was eager as ever. His hands steadied at your waist as you let out a groan as he pushed down. He stood in between your legs, towering down over you.

As the kiss finally dissolved, his hands cupped your cheeks and looked down at you endearingly. A wide smile came to your face that matched his. You chuckled.

“What is it?” he teased, thinking you were being playful. “Your teeth, Sebastian.”

He looked up in the mirror and gave it a stupid grin. He had the dark lipstick all over his teeth. “Bloody hell, this stuff doesn’t taste good,” he whined as he used his finger to wipe off the excess lipstick. “It’s not meant to eat,”

“I can tell.”

Just as the banter was ending, the lock on the women’s restroom began to jiggle.

Sebastian gave you a worried look as the lock hooked open. In mere seconds, he gave you his infamous smirk and snapped his fingers. He was gone. Apparated out. Confused but not surprised that he knew how to do that, you let the inevitable happen and the door swings open.

“Y/N!” Poppy announced, rushing to find you sitting on the counter. “Are you alright?” she asked confused. To be fair, you were sitting on the bathroom counter with your legs spread a little too far for comfort, lipstick smeared all over your lips and partially your chin (don’t ask) and your hair was disheveled.

“Never better, Popps.”

You followed Poppy out of the bathroom and down the hallway. “You can’t go into class looking like that!”

You shrugged and tugged down your skirt. “Let’s get you cleaned up in my room.”

You followed Poppy once again. After moments of walking silently, she stopped.

“Are you alright?” you asked her.

Poppy had a tooth-baring grin on her face. “He was in there, wasn’t he!” she accused, excitement rising in her demeanor.

Your eyebrows rose as you sighed. She had finally come to the realization. Poppy was a smart girl, but you didn’t think she was that smart. You didn’t mind anyways, she was going to get all the details once you reached her quarters.

“I don’t know what you're talking about,” you dauntingly said, as you made your way further down the hall.

“I know the look of love when I see it.” Poppy said, catching up with you.

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[darknights04]

Wallpaper

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x fem!reader

Summary: Based on the song Wallpaper by Megan Cormwell. You and Sebastian had always been close until a new student transferred to Hogwarts. When the Yule ball arrives at Hogwarts, you seem to have no one to attend with. However, Ominis Gaunt, seeing how Sebastian has affected you, swopped in to save the day.

Warnings: None I think? Sebastian and MC being cold-hearted and straight-up rude. Fluffy/protective Ominis ❤

The Yule ball had finally come to Hogwarts with Christmas time fast approaching. Being from a pure-blooded family, you were not unfamiliar with balls. Even in the wizarding world, the social season was still in full swing when the term ended each year, leaving your parents plenty of time to throw you into ball gowns and parade you around like cattle for sale. So while the Yule ball would not be your first, it was the first you had been looking forward to. At least, that’s how you felt at the beginning of the year. When the new year started, it was no question that you and Sebastian would attend the ball together. You had not been courting in any sense of the word, but you had always been there for each other when it mattered. You had always been there to support him, and he you. But then, the new student transferred to Hogwarts. 

Initially, you wouldn’t have batted an eye at Sebatian’s interest in the new student. In fact, you had encouraged him. But then he began to change. It started with missed study dates in the library. No big deal, Sebastian hated to study anyways. Then, it was missed meals. Maybe he slept in, maybe he forgot to do the assignment from the night before and needs time to make it up. No big deal. And then, you’d see them together. When Sebastian was supposed to be with you, he was with them. Every once in a while turned into every day of the week. It was like you didn’t even exist anymore. 

Your breaking point was when he ran into you one night in your common room. After being ghosted so many times in the library, you moved your personal study session to the comfort of the Slytherin common room by the fireplace. It felt less lonely there. One day, Sebastian rushed in beside where you were sat. His tie was loosened and he was pacing back and forth, muttering incoherently to himself. 

“Has something happened?” you had asked him after watching for a few moments. Something clearly had him bothered. 

“Y/n!” he exclaimed in a tone of surprise. “What are you doing here?” 

“Studying,” you stated quite bluntly, motioning to your stack of books. “As I have every day for the last few weeks.” 

After a few more paces back and forth and a deep sigh, Sebastian spoke again. “Can I vent to you for a moment?” he asked. 

“You know you’re always welcome to.” 

“Thank you,” he said, taking a deep breath as if to gather up all of his thoughts into something coherent. “I’ve just found out that MC has been fraternizing with goblins,” he spat with disgust. Your concern dropped slightly at the mention of their name. 

“Really?” you had replied half-heartedly. It wouldn’t have mattered anyways as he didn’t seem to even hear you. 

“Goblins! I mean can you believe it? Out of all the people in the world, they just had to ask a goblin for help. After everything? With Anne? At Gringgots?” 

“Gringgots?” you interrupted. “What happened at Gringots? Did one of the workers do something?” 

Sebastian, realizing his mistake, quickly put his hand over his mouth. “Forget I said anything,” he said quickly, beginning to leave the room. 

“Sebastian!” you called after him. “Wait! Please!” He faltered for just a moment, his back still facing you as you spoke. “We used to tell each other everything. What’s changed? Have I done something?” 

He sighed but still made no move to face you. “Just… please don’t tell MC I said anything to you, okay?”

You stood in silence for a moment, questioning in your head if this was truly happening. “O- Of course,” you managed. 

“Thank you,” he said once more before going up the stairs to his dorm, leaving you alone by the fireplace. 

Not only had he come to you to vent about someone else after not speaking to you in weeks, but he didn’t even seem to notice or care about your presence until you spoke up. At that moment, the common room had never felt so lonely. 

---

It was finally time for the Yule ball and you had been dreading every second. Up until this point, you had not even thought about what was to happen now that you and Sebastian haven’t been speaking. You didn’t make the effort to secure another escort as it never crossed your mind. And no one cared to ask you since they too are used to assuming you and him did everything together. For a while, you had seriously considered not going to the ball at all. Why condemn yourself to seeing everyone else so happy? However, in the end, you decided that wallowing in your own self-pity wouldn’t do you any good either. Besides, as much as you complained about balls to your mother, you rather liked playing dress up for the night and getting to feel like a princess. Perhaps it would make you feel better in the end.  

When leaving your dorm, you felt absolutely beautiful. It had been months since you wore anything this exquisite. With your hair done and a light tint added to your lips and cheeks, you did truly feel like royalty. All these feelings left you the moment you descended the stairs to the great hall. 

The room was crowded, everyone who didn’t go home for winter break had been there, but your eyes were scanning the room for only one other. When you found him, your heart began to soar. He was looking at you with more love and adoration than you had ever seen before. You thought maybe this could be a turning point for you both. That was until his gaze moved, following another form coming down the stairs beside you. He was never looking at you, he was looking at them. You might as well not have existed at that moment, as his gaze went right through you like you were a sheet of glass. If not for your pride, you would have turned back to your dormitory at that same moment. But people were watching, and you wouldn’t let him get the best of you. Not this time. 

When the dancing started, you couldn’t help but watch the two of them together on the floor. They moved in perfect harmony like they were made for each other. And you stood to the side, seemingly invisible to them. You felt as if you were blended in with the wallpaper. This was a new feeling for you. At your parents’ balls, you were the diamond of the party. Everyone wanted a dance with you. You’d never been the wallflower before. But here, you were untouchable. Hardly anyone would even spare you a glance.

Suddenly, you heard someone clear their throat beside you. “You look far too beautiful tonight to not be on the dance floor,” he said.

You turned and let out a small chuckle when you saw the voice belonged to Omins Gaunt. “And how would you know how I look tonight?” you asked him with a smirk. “It’s not as if you could see me and chose for yourself.” “No but I was standing next to Garrenth Weasly when you walked in,” he explained simply. Now it was he who sported a smirk on his face. “When he told Leander to look your way as well I could practically hear the breath leave their lungs.” At this, you weren’t sure what to say. As if he knew the effect his words had on you, Ominis simply held out his arm. “Now how about that dance?” 

He led you to the center of the floor with all the confidence that a blind man could have in a room full of people. When the music began, he took his position across from you. 

“Do you know this dance?” you asked him. He chuckled, though it sounded more like a scoff.

“You know, you’re not the only one of high social standing Ms. L/n,” he said teasingly. 

You laughed. “Well, I wasn’t sure if your parents had still forced you to learn all of these ridiculous dances. Being blind and all.” 

As the music started, you both began to move in sync with it, along with your other classmates in attendance. 

“I have to admit,” he started, “I prefer dancing to most other day-to-day activities.” 

“Is that so?” 

Ominis nodded as he took your hand, twirling you as the music commanded before pulling you back to his chest, your other hand on his shoulder and his on your waist. 

“Dancing is the one thing I don’t require guidance for, once I learned the steps. I know where I need to be at every moment in the music, and where everyone else will be at most any given moment.”

“That… actually makes sense,” you said with a small nod. “Why haven’t I seen you at any of our balls throughout the summer?” 

“My parents didn’t see a point in bringing me,” he shrugged. “They figured you’d be courted by Sebastian as soon as we came of age.”

At the mention of Sebastian, you turned to see him dancing with MC. They looked so happy together. 

“Do you think he’ll start to court them when the term ends?” you sighed. You couldn’t be upset. 

No one stole him from you. He wasn’t yours to steal. 

“Hey,” Ominis said, pulling you from your thoughts. He hooked his finger under your chin and turned your head to look at him. “Don’t think about them anymore. Not tonight. Just keep your eyes on me.” 

You took a deep breath and nodded your head, continuing to move with Ominis. As the music crescendoed, everyone in the room lifted their partners into the air, the feeling of the wind brushing the peak of your cheeks was almost euphoric. For the first time in weeks, Sebastian was not the first thought on your mind. It wasn’t until this moment that you realized he’s been clouding your thoughts for far too long. The hope that maybe something romantic would blossom between you two kept you from seeing possibility in anybody else. But the truth was, Ominis had always been here on the sidelines. Waiting for when you needed someone to fall back on. The way you were feeling right now was how he felt every day you favored Sebastian’s attention.  

When he pulled you back to his chest, you rested your head on Ominis’s shoulder and wrapped both arms around his neck, causing the boy to jum[ slightly.

“Thank you,” you said softly. 

“For what?” 

“For always being here for me. Even when I don’t notice right away. You’ve always been there for me.” 

Ominis smiled into your hair, brushing it back slightly as he continued to sway you back and forth as you simply enjoyed one another’s embrace. As the current song ended, he pulled back from you so you could look him in the eye. “I will always be here for you,” he said, taking your hands again. The next song began to start up again and Ominis smirked, taking position for the next dance. “Now, let’s give these blokes something to stare at, shall we?” 

You began to laugh as Ominis led you to the center of the floor, exaggerating each dip and stride to catch the attention of everyone in the room. You followed suit. As you both danced and twirled around the other, the rest of the room couldn’t help but stare and gawk at how well you complimented each other. Like you were made perfectly for the other. While Sebastian always seemed to outshine you, Ominis knew just how to make you shine brighter. Bright enough to catch the man in question’s attention itself. But you didn’t care. The way Ominis danced with you made any thought of Sebastian go from the back of your mind to not existent at all. A feeling that you never wanted to let go of. 

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[blossomingmoonlight]

All my exams are officially over so now I can focus on writing again, please send me ideas and requests! :)

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[lesbolordo]

G'day r u aight ? Cuz I'm not.

The Hogwarts Legacy fandom lacks something. Very much.

Where the fuck are my genderbent meow meows ??? I want to see Seb with big tatas and Ominis with pretty nice thighs in witch I can die between-

I want to see Poppy as a cute beast lover boy and Imelda as a hot Quidditch player wtf ?

Urh, so much potential wasted 😔

Anyway I tried genderbending Sebinis thinking about that.

I made several headcanons about them because I have nothing to do with my life but think about Women.

Sebastian :

If Sebastian was a girl, I'd have no name for her. Really. What is the female version of Sebastian ? Urh.

Anyway, if she was a girl Anne would be a boy, obviously.

I feel like Sebby would be a chubby-buff girl. She's strong in all third ways : Is a bit round and could beat your ass with and without magic.

She was very close to her dad and so she hates Solomon even more after her parents die.

I feel like one summer she suddenly got curves and took some weight and Solomon -being Solomon- was too awkward to ask her her new size of clothes so he just tried something : spoilers, all of her clothes are too small but she doesn't seem to care much and since she only hangs out with Ominis -blind mf- nobody really tells her that her shirt is begging for help, threatened by her big tatas.

Honestly, girl or boy, Sebastian would beat your ass -or try to. He's not one to differentiate boys from girls after all.

Often deemed unladylike, "behaves like a boy". She doesn't care, she never will, move on.

She's self conscious about her height -even Masc! Seb is to me- and so she lies about being 160 cms tall when she actually is 159 cms tall. I see some Poppy inside of her, small but feisty... I think that these two would be friends, boy or girl.

"Fuck around find out."

Hates dresses. Unpractical. Ugly. She will wear dresses only for Ominis. End of the discussion.

What is going on with her hair ? No one knows. Legend has i that in the morning if you pay enough attention, you can hear the birds that accidentally got caught in it

She'd wear the boys uniform.

Ominis :

Even as a girl Ominis is the mom friend. Always looks worried and tired, but don't worry she could very well beat your ass if she wanted to.

Unlike Sebastian she comes from an aristocratic family and so she behaves "properly" for a lady, but only because it's the only thing her parents await from her : As a woman she is deemed less important -Ominis hates it- but at the same time they leave her alone most of the time.

I do not have a name for Fem!Ominis but she could step on me either way.

Fabulous lashes™️.

She may be taller, but only because all of her damn curves went into her height : flat as a wall, no ass, and very much thin like her masc version. Her depression may be chronic, but her ass is microscopic.

Speaks well, could end your career with words, won't be afraid to do so. But don't you dare bring your fists to the fight, because Sebastian is always behind to save Ominis from breaking a nail -and committing murder.

Pretty hair in appearance, but do not touch it. Under. Any. Circonstances. I'll let you ponder why. Her mother loves to put ugly hats or accessories in her hair, Ominis hates it but apparently Sebastian finds it funny and pretty, so she leaves it on. Being blind, she learned very early one way to style her hair and now she ALWAYS uses it. Because she doesn't know any better.

Long elegant pianist fingers, just like her boy version. Can and will use them to either hurt you or make Sebastian cu- Cuts her nails short. More like Sebastian does it, Ominis lies saying that she can't see she can't do it herself -Sebastian believes it.

Doesn't mind dresses. Prefers comfortable clothes, may be girls or boys.

"God let me live another day. And I'm about to cry about it."

She's tall -both for a girl and a boy- but she knows Sebastian is self-conscious about her height so they don't talk about it.

She'd wear the girl's uniform.

Now that I'm done please do give me genderbent! HLC. Especially Fem! Versions because I love women.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

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[aurora-starwars]

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✧.* Hermione Granger ✧.*

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✧.* Ginny Weasley ✧.*

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✧.* Sebastian Sallow✧.*

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Fighter

Based on this request: Can you please write one Sebastian sallow X Reader. where the reader is known to be the most powerful dueler in the school, so the school sets a match between her house and another house but no one knows before the match she had a fight with seb making her lose all focus during the match causing whispers between the students knowing she never lost one before, and seb regreting the fight immediately after seeing her getting hurt and unable to focus and try to make amends after she loses despite her pushing him away.

Word Count: 3.4k

Themes: fluff, angst if you squint really hard, bad flirting written by a tired yours truly. Fem!Reader

Warnings: Potential spoilers for HL. As always, characters are in their seventh year and aged up to 18+. Physical violence (after a quick search, apparently the only form of fighting in a duel is magical, which means you can’t punch someone if you’ve been disarmed. There was however, no date to indicate how long this has been around, so I’ve taken some liberties). Also like one real swear word and a couple of everyday british insults I throw around daily

Also, if anyone’s curious, here’s the song I was listening to when the duel started

Y/N twirled her wand nervously between her fingers as Natty, Poppy and Imelda continued to speak excitedly from around her. She half-listened to them, throwing in a smile or laugh every-so-often when it called for it but her attention was elsewhere. More specifically, it was across the room watching the brunet man in green robes talk to a younger, animated Gryffindor next to an obscenely large blackboard. Y/N narrowed her eyes at Sebastian, who continued to talk to an overly-excited Lucan Brattleby as the latter collected money for the bets that were being placed tonight. 

Her eyes drifted to the board, satisfaction swelling in her once more as she looked over the tournament bracket which had eliminated more and more students until there were only four left standing, including her and Sebastian. She was due to duel Leander Prewett tonight, who sat on the other end of the hall from Y/N and occasionally looked over her way with a smug look on his face as if he had already won. He never did forgive her for calling him out back in fifth year and reminding him Sebastian was a better duellist. 

“Are you even listening to us?” Imelda waved a hand in front of Y/N’s face.

“Not particularly,” she offered her friend an overly sweet smile, knowing how to push her buttons. “Leander won’t stop staring.” The girls all looked at Leander in unison and Y/N didn’t have to watch Imelda to know she was sneering at him. She never did quite get over him badmouthing their house, or Sebastian (even though she would never admit it out loud).

“He’ll soon be sulking when he has to go up against you,” Natty nudged her gently, a grin on her face. “There’s a reason everyone has lost to you so far, you are a force to be reckoned with.”

“How positively Slytherin of you, I’m starting to think Imelda and I are bad influences,” Y/N laughed and shook her head. “I suppose Y/N the Invincible does have a nice ring to it.” 

Her gaze trailed to the opposite end of the room again as Natty and Imelda dove into a conversation about which title would be best for her when she won the Crossed Wands tournament, her wand still spinning in between her fingers. She caught Sebastian’s eye this time, her movements slowing as they stared at each other from across the room. He hardly acknowledged her before turning away and facing Ominis, who had come to support them both in tonight’s semi-finals. Sebastian had not long finished his duel against Charlotte Morrison and it came to no surprise that he had won.

“Are you both still fighting?” Poppy asked her quietly, trying not to attract the attention of the girls who sat with them. 

“Apparently,” Y/N sniffed in annoyance and looked away from Sebastian as he laughed loudly at something Ominis said to him. 

“What even happened between the two of you?”

“Your guess is as good as mine.” Y/N wasn’t being obtuse, she truly didn’t know how things had escalated so badly between them. Those who knew they weren’t speaking were surprised - Y/N had always come across as patient and understanding, and more than forgiving to those who didn’t deserve it. Only the people closest to her knew how quick she was to react behind closed doors.

She sighed and rolled her shoulders, itching for the duel for Leander so that she could release some of the pent up frustrations that had been brewing within her for the past few days. She supposed it was a little unfair to take her annoyance at Sebastian out on Leander, but every time the latter smirked at her she felt the guilt ease a little. Prick, she watched as he pretended to flex his muscles to the group of Gryffindors he was sitting with. As if she hadn’t already beat him in the very same tournament last year or the year before that.

“Duellists, take your positions!” Lucan called out. Poppy, Imelda and Natty all squeezed her arm in reassurance and wished her luck before making their way to the doorway of the bell tower clockyard where the gate would keep them safe from any errant spells.

“Good luck, Y/N,” Ominis grinned at her as she neared him and Sebastian. “I’d say I can’t wait to see you thrash Prewett but well…” She laughed and let him grasp her shoulder. “I’ve got a lot of money on you.”

“No pressure then.” Her eyes wandered to Sebastian, who was standing next to his best friend. He looked away as he caught her gaze, hands stuffed into his pockets.

“Come on, Ominis. We need to get behind the gate.”

“Are you not going to wish Y/N good luck Sebastian?” Ominis tilted his head in his direction, a small smirk playing on the corner of his mouth. Prat. Sebastian looked at her from the corner of his eye and let out a quiet sigh. 

“Good luck, Y/L/N.”

“I’ll see you in the finals, Sallow.” She watched as he rolled his eyes at her words and turned to leave without another word, tugging Ominis in the right direction gently. 

“Are you ready, Y/N?” Lucan asked her, his eyes darting between her and Sebastian’s retreating figure. Lucan, like everyone, was more than curious to know what had happened between the pair, but was smart enough not to ask her directly - there was a reason he organised her duels instead of battling against her. He couldn’t help but grimace as he looked over to Leander to check if he was ready, Y/N was going to eat him alive if he kept on sneering at her like that. “No funny business,” he looked pointedly at Y/N, who gave him an innocent smile in response, and turned to walk behind the barrier and closed the gate.

“You can give up now, Y/L/N,” Leander called out to her, “no harm in conceding.”

“I thought you Gryffindors loved a good fight. Not quite a victory if you win by default, is it Prewett?” Y/N laughed as Leander snarled and shot a disarming charm her way. She didn’t even need to deflect it with protego, she simply stepped aside and let the spell fizzle against the wall behind her. “You’re going to have to do better than that if you want to finally beat me.”

“Shut up!” he snapped, sending a barrage of spells her way. Y/N flung a quick shield up, gritting her teeth in concentration as a range of charms and jinxes were flung at her. He didn’t give her a chance to retaliate, going full on offensive due to his anger at her. Her shield finally shattered as he shot another disarming charm at her, a smug grin on his features as it clattered uselessly and rolled away behind her. “What are you going to do now? Can’t fight without a wand.”

“Can’t I?” Y/N smirked at him and levitated him with a wave of her hand.

“You’re not supposed to use your abilities!” Leander protested, legs flailing as he hovered midair.

“Oh, I’m not. It’s called wandless magic, Prewett. Something you’d be able to do if you actually paid attention in class.” With that Y/N cast a summoning spell on him, pulling him right up in front of her before punching him square in the face. Leander spluttered as he fell to the floor, one sleeve of his robe holding his now bloody nose. 

“You hit me!” he looked over at Lucan, who looked just as stunned by her decision. “Surely that isn’t allowed?”

“I…” Lucan looked at a loss for words. “I don’t know! No one’s ever resorted to physical violence before!” Lucan looked up at Sebastian, who just shrugged at him. 

“Disqualify her!”

“Don’t you dare!” Imelda, Poppy and Natty all glared at Lucan, who looked very uncomfortable with everyone watching him for an answer. Y/N shook her hand out and took the opportunity to grab her wand as she waited for Lucan to decide if she was disqualified or not. She wouldn’t apologise for resulting to physical violence (I literally just set him on fire, how is punching him any worse) she would be rather annoyed if she was removed from the tournament. She and Sebastian had a running tally over the past few years on which one of them was the best duellist in the school, and if she lost to him this year because of this…he would never let her live it down. If he decided to speak to her, that is.

She looked over at him as Lucan took a moment to deliberate her fate with Leander still whining in the background on how she might have broken his nose. He was already staring at her, arms crossed, and an expression on his face that she couldn’t quite read from this distance. Her stomach flipped uselessly as she refused to break eye contact with him, silently challenging him to look away first. She watched as Ominis muttered something to him, presumably asking what was going on, and he replied without looking away. 

She raised one of her eyebrows, silently questioning him if they were still arguing. He gave her a flat look as if to say what do you think before finally breaking away and turning to speak to Ominis. Y/N felt her eyes burn in frustration as she turned her back on him and instead watched the pendulum for the clock tower swing back and forth slowly. How was she supposed to fix things between them when she didn’t even know what she did wrong? She knew she wasn’t guiltless in their fight - they had both snapped some particularly awful things at each other - but she didn’t know how to approach him so they could settle this. For all of the good qualities Y/N could list about Sebastian (and there were many) he was as stubborn as a mule and refused to see when he was in the wrong.

“The fight will continue!” Lucan called out, breaking her from her thoughts. “Just…maybe don’t do that again, will you Y/N?” Leander protested loudly at allowing her to continue, but the noise was drowned out by the loud cheers coming from the group that had come to support her. She watched in amusement as Poppy pulled Lucan into a hug and his face went an impressive shade of red that revealed the colour of his robes. “I suppose I need to add that going forward all duels will be fought with magic only, and no physical contact will be tolerated.” He looked up at Sebastian again, who nodded in confirmation - not that he would ever lay a hand on her (or any woman for that matter). 

Y/N couldn’t concentrate as the duel picked back up and barely managed to protect herself from yet another disarming charm that Leander shot her way, as if he weren’t already aware that she could do wandless magic. She was thoroughly distracted by her silent interaction with Sebastian, the words from their previous fight clouding her judgement. She couldn’t believe this had all come from a stupid, simple misunderstanding.

Y/N felt her wand fly from her hand moments before she flew backwards and she collided with some of the training dummies Lucan had tucked into the corner of the room. She clutched at her stomach as she rolled into her knees, wincing slightly as pain lanced up her side. There was a loud ringing in her ears from the blast, and she could barely hear Leander cheering from the other end of the hall, boasting on how he had managed to beat one of Hogwarts top duellists.

“Y/N!” Her vision swam as someone in a green cloak pressed a Wiggenweld potion to her lips, their hand resting lightly on her back as more people crowded around them. “Give her some air, back off!” She would recognise Sebastian’s voice anywhere.

“I’m fine, give me a minute.” She tried to shrug him off, but only succeeded in tilting to the left haphazardly. She felt Sebastian grab her elbow before she could hit her head again and pull her towards him, her head coming to rest on his shoulder as the room spun around her. “Why are you helping me?” She could hear Natty and Poppy shoo everyone off to give her some space and there was no mistaking Imelda’s angry voice from the other end of the room, berating Leander for his abysmal showmanship.

“Do you think just because we had a stupid argument I would stop caring for you?” Sebastian gently touched the back of her head, looking for signs of a welt or a bump. 

“I was horrid to you.”

“I wasn’t exactly the nicest myself,” he murmured. Y/N waited a couple of more minutes for the dizziness to subside, her fingers fiddling with Sebastian’s sleeve as she listened to his thundering heartbeat.

“Your heart is beating so fast.” 

“Yes well, I did just watch you get flung thirty feet across a room as if you were a ragdoll.”

“I’m okay,” Y/N tilted her head to look up at him with a small smile. The potion had made its way through her body and it no longer hurt every time she breathed. “You worry too much.”

“I think I worry about you just the right amount,” he scoffed, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I’m going to have a conniption one of these days because of you.”

“Won’t that be a sight,” she teased, laughing quietly. She could feel him chuckle silently beside her and let her eyes slip closed once more. 

“Did the potion not work? Do I need to take you to Blainey?”

“No, no, I’m fine. I’m just enjoying the moment.”

“Here in my arms, you mean?”

“No, you prick,” she rolled her eyes at him and gently flicked his knee. “I meant without everyone breathing down my neck to see if I’m alright.”

“Ah, well, I think they’re a little scared of your reaction to be honest. No one’s ever seen you lose a duel before.”

“I can’t believe Prewett beat me,” she groaned, burying her head in the crook of Sebastian’s neck. “As if he wasn’t insufferable before. I shouldn’t have let myself become so distracted.”

“I saw the change in you when the duel picked back up; what were you thinking about?”

“You.”

“Me?” Sebastian looked down at her. “Don’t tell me you got hurt because you were too busy thinking about our fight.” He groaned as she shrugged casually and took her head in his hands gently. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

“For the fight or because I got hurt during a wizard duel?”

“Both,” he replied seriously, brushing some hair from her eyes. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to approach you and apologise all day. I was going to do it before our duels but I let my pride get the best of me.”

“I’m well aware of the pitfalls of Slytherin pride, thank you very much.” Y/N took his hands from her face and held them between her own. “I’ve been doing the same thing. I tried to get here before your duel with Charlotte so I could apologise, but I was too late. You looked even more annoyed that I missed your fight so I stayed away.”

“We make quite a pair.”

“Don’t we?” Y/n smiled coyly at him before sighing loudly (and rather dramatically, Sebastian thought). “Leander fucking Prewett. I’ll have to go into hiding from the shame. Will you avenge me?”

“Of course,” Sebastian laughed at her theatrics, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “I’ll fight valiantly in your honour.”

“To the death?”

“If you want.”

“Hm.” She pretended to think about it, tapping her chin lightly. “No, not to the death. I couldn’t bear it if your pretty face was sent to Azkaban.”

“I’m sure you’ll find a way to talk them out of sending me there. You already have once.”

“On second thought, maybe I’ll let you rot there for the rest of your life just for the sheer audacity.”

“You’d miss me and my pretty face too much,” Sebastian grinned and pulled her closer until she was sitting between his legs. “If it helps, I think you’re rather beautiful too.”

“I didn’t say I found you beautiful.”

“Not directly to me, no,” he leant in so he could whisper in her ear, “but you girls aren’t as quiet as you think you are when you start discussing which wizards in the school are attractive. For the record, I find it a little offensive that you think I would be so smug about it.”

“Aren’t you?” Y/N pulled back so she could read his expression. “Anyway, you know you’re attractive, you don’t need me to tell you.”

“No, but it would be nice.”

“In your dreams, Sallow.”

“You? Constantly, yes.” Sebastian grinned at the blush that came to her cheeks and couldn’t help but press a sweet kiss to her face. “As much as I enjoy flirting with you while we sit here, I should probably let the girls come and check on you now.”

“This was you flirting? I never would have been able to tell.” She shot him a sly smile and let him pull her to her feet slowly, taking note of his hands that hovered cautiously in case she showed any signs of her previous lightheadedness. Y/N would deny it if anyone asked - especially Sebastian - but she may have clutched onto his toned bicep as they stood, feigning a slight wobble so that he would wrap an arm around her waist to steady her.

“You don’t need to fall to my feet, darling, you already have my attention.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“I think you meant to say dashingly handsome.”

“You’re alright.”

“Would it kill you to compliment me one time? I did just technically save you.”

“From Leander,” Y/N scoffed. She watched as he pretended to look put out with her and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “My hero, however will I repay you?” she batted her eyelashes at him playfully, and Sebastian could feel his heartbeat pick up at the smile that she was giving him, which was anything but innocent. He couldn’t help but look down at her lips, wondering if he would get a smack from her for even daring to take a glance.

Y/N was more than aware of what he was thinking, she had practically seen the words well I can think of a few things as he looked down at her mouth. A part of her was aware that their friends still lingered in the room after clearing everyone out, but she didn’t really care who was watching as she stood on the tips of her toes and pressed her lips to Sebastian’s softly. She felt his arms tighten around her, pulling her closer as he kissed her back.

“You both disgust me.” Y/N heard both Poppy and Natty shush Imelda rather loudly and felt her face flush as she reluctantly pulled away from the kiss. Sebastian followed her, chasing her lips so that he could continue to kiss her, much to Imelda’s displeasure. With a red face, Y/N pressed her face to Sebastian’s chest, laughing quietly as she heard Poppy explain to Ominis what the fuss was about. 

“We need new friends,” Sebastian muttered in her ear. Y/N didn’t agree as she turned to look at the group watching them. Despite Imelda’s protests, all three of the witches had large grins plastered on their faces, and even Ominis looked happy for them (if a little red in the face at their public display of affection). Sebastian pressed a sweet kiss to her temple, muttering a request for them to sneak away together to continue their session away from prying eyes and as Y/N took his hand so that he could lead her away she found that she didn’t even care that she had lost the duel to Leander. Besides, she could always get him back next time.

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