#Heir of Slytherin

[sapphira-mydnyte]

"You dare challenge me? An heir of Slytherin? Fine, but don't expect Sallow to save you from me."

It wasn't often that Ominis was challenged to a duel since he was a Gaunt, but somebody dared to try him. Sebastian was left in shock, as he was the house's champion duelist & figured it'd be him since he had the title... but no... they wanted to try an heir. Sebastian's loyalty to Ominis was strong & he swore to not interfere with his duel if he was ever challenged by another... not unless his help was called for.

Ominis was strong & his blindness didn't hold him back either. The Gaunts were loaded with power, but none knew how strong Ominis truly was... not when he let loose his full power. The only reason he held back was because he was at school & respected the restrictions that were in place. However, this was a rare treat for Ominis & word reached Headmaster Black faster than expected.

The duel would be held outside in the Quidditch putch & per the Headmaster himself, the restrictions would be lifted for the two duelists alone. Since Quidditch had been canceled for the year, this would make grand usage of the field & lowering the stands into a full stadium style seating area would be done. "Make us proud, Gaunt. You are an heir, therefore one of the strongest, if not the strongest among the students."

As Black lifted the restrictive magic from the two, Ominis' body suddenly burned inside. The Ministry had kept restrictions on everyone under 17, but Black had even lifted theirs... which meant Ominis couldn't deny how loaded he was internally now. Salazar's power, much of it lying dormant within him, was fully awakened that day & Ominis was suddenly starved for a fight. To go unrestricted just 2 years before graduation for a single duel was unheard of, but this was the pride of Slytherin house on the line & Headmaster Black refused to let an heir fight if challenged outright unless they were at their best.

Ominis' firing speed was faster, his strikes left a nasty afterburn wherever they hit... shield or not. He didn't even have to raise his shield to defend for the most part as his body moved faster than his opponent, dodging damn near every attack sent his way. He was beautiful to watch with his every move being graceful... as if he were dancing on water. Far more athletic than any expected, he pulled dodging moves out that made any regular duel seem boring. Backflips, cartwheels & firing attacks from a handstand? For having snake blood running in him, he made for one hell of a show that day. Jaws dropped & even Sebastian couldn't break his gaze from his best friend. Ominis was ferocious in a fight, yet somehow beautiful in his movements... resembling every bit the snake he was. His wand was every bit as powerful as he was & with it, he made it clear that no matter how much anybody made fun of him, he could kick their ass 1, 2, 3.

No cloak, no jacket, just his shirt, vest & long pants is what he wore that day... with those lucky enough to see him when he came near him getting an eye full of how much muscle he had running underneath. Sleeves pulled to half length meant he wasn't kidding around, even after the duel. Those who never thought he'd be one to go after due to his family were suddenly aching to have him after the day was done. Many either wanted to challenge him or steal him away from Sebastian. One thing was certain, Ominis was heavily desired after that duel by many & he was enjoying hearing of their wants.

Just Ominis

one day I'll draw faces consistently, today is not that day

[karinagiada]

Probably can’t fix this one. 🐍

[rinekkuri]

The only true heir of Slytherin himself.

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[radical-ghostface]

MC: “I’m not having sex with Sebastian!”

Ominis: “No one is judging you. It’s understandable. Sebastian is strong and mysterious and sort of compact but well-muscled.”

MC: “I am not having sex with Sebastian. But I’m starting to think that you might be.”

[sapphira-mydnyte]

Sinning with the Snake King Sunday? 🐍💚

Spoiling the Ominis girlies again with the Snake King telling them sweet nothings & being a little naughty about it.

Warning: Headphones Mandatory! Smut desires mentioned!

[bookworm-with-coffee]

Ominis Gaunt

《 M i s u n d e r s t o o d • ◇ • S l y t h e r i n ' s H e i r 》

Born; 1874 / 1875

Died; { - u n k n o w n - } .

"Everything to do with Salazar Slytherin seems promising! Until it's too late...".

[heirofslytherintommarvoloriddle]

You’ll find that I can be very persuasive

[slytherinsrule89]

Project partners -

Tom Riddle x Reader smut

This does contain smut so be aware. If you are uncomfortable with that please don’t read :)

Word count: 1414

Sitting in class you had already begun to grow bored. What was with these professors in always droning on about topics that have nothing to do with what we are supposed to be learning? Looking around the classroom you spot a boy. He had soft waves in his hair but his expression was hard and unwelcoming. He certainly was hard to read but you had heard of him before. Tom Riddle, you believe, was his name. You’ve never talked to him before. He wasn’t exactly…approachable.

Tom was very sophisticated and practically knew everything. Top of the class and even head boy. It was certainly impressive. “Ms. Y/L/N?” You quickly got out of your little trance and whipped your head up to the professor. “Sorry?” The professor sighed before speaking. ”You’ll be paired with Tom for this project. And partners cannot be changed.” He announced the last bit a bit louder for the whole class to hear.

You looked at Tom but he hadn’t looked back once. This would be fun. By the time class had ended you tried to pack up your books quickly so that you could talk to Tom about the project. But the moment you looked up, he was gone. Goddamn it. When you walked out of the classroom the hallway was too filled with other students to be able to even see him. What a great start, was this man ever going to speak with you?

Later that night an owl flew to your windowsill and perched there, a letter in hand. You gently took it and the owl flew off. That's strange, you don’t often get mail. The envelope didn’t have a name either so you had no clue who it was from. Opening it you were met with a short note in very elegant cursive. Meet me at the library. 9:00. Signed T.M.R. It took you longer than you’d liked to admit to realize it was Tom but whatever.

Checking the time you realize it’s already 8:45. You got up and dressed into some clothes that weren’t as casual as the ones you were wearing and made sure you had all your books and notes. Assuming obviously that he had wanted to either talk about or work on the project together. You walked out of the dorm knowing it was a bit of a longer walk to the library from the girls dormitories and Tom was probably already there.

A bit later you opened the library door and took a moment before seeing Tom in a corner of the library. You weren’t nervous before but it was certainly kicking in now. Awkwardly you walked over and took the seat a few down from his. Without spearing you a single glance he speaks. “You’re late.” A frown quickly swept my face before he started again. “It is 9:01. I said 9:00.” You rolled your eyes internally at that. He was one of those.

Nevertheless, you ignored it and spoke up. “You wanted to work on the project right? Or talk about it at least?” “No.” He replied. What? How could this not be about the project? So far it has been the only thing that’s gotten us to spare a glance at each other. Well excluding when you were staring at him in class before the professor had mentioned the project but never mind that. “So…what exactly is this about then?” You asked him, trying to rid your confusion of the whole situation.

He stayed silent longer than you had the patience for before finally speaking. “You…infatuate me.” Okay, surely my hearing was getting worse because there was no way he just said that but he went on. “You make me feel a way that I’ve never felt before and I don’t like it.” You paused for a moment. Tom Riddle, the Tom Riddle, was admitting feelings…for you. “Are you saying that you have a crush on me?” “I said infatuation, not crush.” You rolled my eyes. “Same thing.”

Tom had sighed “I suppose I do then.” You were in shock. How could someone like him ever like you? Plus you hadn’t even talked to the guy before. “Stand up.” He blurted out. About to ask him why he cut you off and said it again this time with a little more demand to it. A bit hesitant, you stood up and moved your chair in before he quickly did the same thing. In a second he was inches away from you, staring you down. “Tom…?”

Before you could react to anything else his lips smashed into yours and he grips your hips hard pushing you against the table. “Jump.” Not sure what else to do you jumped a bit and he placed me on top of the table before standing between your legs. He quickly resumed with his lips on yours not caring about being gentle whatsoever.

Soon enough you feel his hands begin to grope your thighs, making sure that you’ll be bruised by tomorrow. His hands trailed up closer and closer to where you needed him the most while never once stopping or even slowing his attack on your mouth. Not that you minded one bit. Feeling his fingers stroke your clothed center your mouth let a small moan against his lips which caused him to groan and quickly push your panties to the side, sliding his fingers against your slick.

“So pathetic, you’re already this wet for me little slut?” Tom has wasted absolutely no time shoving a finger into your hole making you let out another noise and as you accidentally bit his lip. The taller boy had groaned again before biting your lip twice as hard causing you to cry out a bit. “You don’t keep that pretty little mouth shut soon and I’ll have to shove my cock into it.” You were shocked at his degrading words but couldn’t get much of a response out as he added another finger and started pumping them in and out at a faster pace.

As soon as he could feel you clenching down on his fingers indicating that you were getting close he took them out, and you let out a loud whine before he shoved you down to the ground on your knees. “Did you not listen to a word I just said? Too much a little slut to keep your mouth shut by yourself huh? Need someone else to do it.” You could only nod dumbly, pleasure and desperation clouding your mind.

Hearing as the zipper goes down your eyes refocus and he’s already pushing his trousers and boxers down revealing his hard cock, precum dripping out from the tip. Your eyes widened at the size wondering how the hell you could fit that in your mouth let alone your pussy. Tom's mouth grew into a smirk at the look on your face. “Come on little slut, you can take it.”

You leaned forward a bit and stroked him a couple times watching as it twitched before slowly you started sucking on the tip. Though quickly you realized that Tom was not going to wait as he took a step closer before started to fuck your face instead, taking his time for a second before losing all patience and just going for it. Tears started streaming down your face and you had kept gagging which Tom seemed to enjoy immensely. After he had found a rhythm you finally started breathing through your nose in order not to not gag so much.

His dick began twitching in your mouth but before he came he pulled you up again and onto the table, wasting no time in slamming his cock into you. Pounding into you mercilessly as you were a moaning mess, blabbering against his shoulder as he groaned above you. “You gonna be a pretty little cum slut for me? Gonna let me cum all over you princess?” I nodded against him, my moans increasing as I came. Still thrusting as my orgasm washed through me, he let me finish before cumming all over my thighs and lower stomach.

Both panting and catching our breaths he gives me a softer kiss. “Such a good girl for me aren’t you?” “Uh huh, only for you Tom.” “Good. That’s what I like to hear.” Helping me fix my skirt leaving his cum on my body, he then pulls up his boxers and trousers as well before starting to walk off. “Same time tomorrow, don’t be late.”

I hope you guys like this, let me know if you want to be tagged in future writings :)

[niabridges]

The Heir of Slytherin.

Ominis kept his diary bound in worn, unadorned leather, its pages thick and yellowed. It was a solitary object, tucked within the false bottom of his battered traveling trunk. Not a single soul knew of its existence. Not even Sebastian.

He didn't write every day. Sometimes, the guilt festering in his chest was too overwhelming, the weight of unspoken horrors too heavy to give them shape through ink. Other days, the rage burned too brightly, and he needed to release it somehow, lest he unleash his fury upon those who didn't deserve it.

The diary wasn't a testament to his days. It was a confessional, a purging of the darkest truths his family would have celebrated. Here, he railed against the whispered curses his relatives hurled at innocent Muggles. Here, he detailed the revulsion that consumed him when his father raised his wand, ready to deliver torment.

There were softer entries too. Memories of his mother's gentle touch, faded into the distant past, yet etched upon his heart. Scrawled recollections of the first time he'd felt true acceptance, belonging, within Hogwarts' hallowed halls. In these fragile moments, hope flickered – a defiant flame against the suffocating darkness he knew lay in his blood.

The diary wasn't a source of comfort. It was a vessel for the ongoing battle within him, a memoir to the silent war for his very soul.

[starrysallow]

He's so ethereal

[aesthetic--mood]

Tom Marvolo Riddle Aesthetic

[dvinaamesca]

[sapphira-mydnyte]

Since Sebastian's storyline was the favorite...

... there's no doubt that Ominis now needs his own.

[mamalunawolf]

Y'all send help

Ok so I've come to obsess over Tom Riddle. Don't judge me on my choice of men. We all chose Sebastian. So...I used midjourney once again and this is what I got of Tom. And I'm debating if I want to do commission art. So if you like the idea. Tell me. I will add it to my Etsy shop. Bonus to the child version.

[stabbyapologist]

A decadent reminder that Jason Isaacs voices the basilisk in Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets when Harry hears it speak Parseltongue.

[radical-ghostface]

Guys, just look at how

Ｐｒｅｔｔｙ he is

😩😭