#Sebastian sallow x fmc

[morelikeravenbore]

Feigning Indifference

"— And on the edge of it all, standing alone by the stands, there's you: arms crossed, little pout on your cute face, feigning indifference."

 (I promised Quidditch!smut for the girlies a literal year ago, oop. 🐢🐢🐢 Anyhoo...)

Rated: Explicit. MDNI. NSFW. 🔞

Content warnings: f!reader, no mention of house or appearance, size difference kink, semi-public sex, voyeurism/exhibitionist fantasies, possessive!Sebastian, Beater!Sebastian, feral!Sebastian, excessive use of the word fuck, p in v, unprotected sex.

Word count: 1.8k

[MASTERLIST] [WATTPAD]

Sebastian descends onto the Quidditch pitch, wind-swept, sweat-soaked — victorious.

Like a stone in quicksand, he's swallowed up by the cheering throng of admirers before he's even fully off his broom; Slytherin's mostly, their faces painted emerald, scarves transfigured into woolly snakes around their necks — they crowd around him, beside themselves with the thrill of Sebastian's triumph, back-slapping, hand-shaking, cheek-kissing. Sebastian is glad to be wearing his protective gear against the most enthusiastic among them — not that he's weak without his shoulder pads and arm guards, but some thump him so hard with their congratulations that he wonders if they're Gryffindor’s in disguise trying to put him out of action before the next match.

Once he's past the worst of it, he shirks off his Beater's gear: pads, guards, helmet (even cup, which he unashamedly yanks right out of his pants) hit the ground in quick succession, discarded for the teams’ first-year assistant to collect in his wake (provided his rabid fan club doesn't get to them first.)

Thanks to his seventh-year growth spurt, Sebastian is hardly any smaller without his bulky gear on — a fact he uses to his full advantage to shoulder through the crowd. It takes him several minutes to wind his way through; supporters and haters in equal measure jostle for his attention, girls squeal and find excuses to touch him, Imelda criticises his technique as he passes (even though he just won her the bloody match), and somebody lets off a series of explosions overhead that shower the crowd with green and silver sparks. — And on the edge of it all, standing alone by the stands, there's you: arms crossed, little pout on your cute face, feigning indifference. 

He wants to kiss the frown right off your face. 

‘There you are.’ He grins down at you. You glare up at him.

‘Seven different girls touched your shoulders just now,’ you grumble, scanning your narrowed eyes over the crowd. ‘Two more touched your chest, and that last one tried to climb you.’

Sebastian's grin widens, delighting in your jealousy. ‘Did they?’ He affects a look of innocence. ‘I didn't notice.’

‘Liar.’ You shoot him a deeply contemptuous look. ‘Maybe I should take up Quidditch, see how you like seeing your girlfriend being groped after every match.’

His amusement drops faster than a fumbled Quaffle. Usually, he finds your little jealous streak endearing — after pining after you for two long years, convinced his feelings were one-sided, your possessiveness makes him embarrassingly gooey-eyed and lovesick. But today he's too jacked up on adrenaline to let that comment slide: nobody touches you but him. Not even in your imagination. 

With no more effort than he expends on waving his Beater's bat around (less, even), he lifts you with one arm, bringing your face level with his. 

‘I wouldn't let you play Quidditch,’ he says lowly, his voice deep with authority.

Authority which you completely ignore, like always.

Incensed, you scoff and wiggle and squirm for freedom (‘Ugh, put me down, you brute! — You can't tell me what to do! — If I want to play Quidditch, you can't stop me!’) but Sebastian only waits, watching your little tantrum with a mix of resigned patience and wry amusement. 

‘You're not the boss of me!’ you wail. You’re tiny in his grip, slender limbed and delicate, but you’re agile enough to break free if he doesn’t handle you right. His arm tightens around you, pinning you so firmly against his chest that you squeak. 

‘Yes,’ he growls in your face, ‘I am.’

Despite all the height and the strength he’s gained since you met in fifth year (or the physique if all the giggles and whispers about his shoulders are to be believed), Sebastian is, generally speaking, an unapologetic softie when it comes to you: the most precious thing he's ever beheld, there's not a girl alive more loved than you. But fresh off the field, bolstered by the dizzying rush of glory and adrenaline, all his usual gentleness eludes him. — Suddenly, he wants to do more than kiss the frown off your face. 

A hot lick of desire alights in his belly, as familiar as it is impossible to ignore. Without another word, he hoists you higher and carries you off beneath the stands; game forgotten, celebrations be damned, he only has eyes for you, little doll, little bunny caught in his hungry gaze, so small and soft and devourable. 

You yelp when your back meets the wall, but hidden now deep in shadows, Sebastian only grins, wolfish. Grateful he'd thought to discard his cup, he pins you there with his hips, making sure you feel every sudden aching inch of him between your legs. 

You're his now. You both know it. 

‘How can you be jealous when you're the only one who does this to me?’ He leans in close enough to spill hot words right into your pretty, parted mouth. ‘I should fuck you standing. Right here,’ — he punctuates with a sharp thrust that makes you gasp, — ‘right now.’

Your eyes go wide, but whether you're scandalised by his audacity or desperate for him to keep whispering filth, Sebastian doesn't particularly care.

He wants to fuck the shock right off your face. 

‘R-right here?’ The wobble in your voice makes him twitch. He grinds into you again, sloooowly this time, rolling the entire length of himself against you while he watches you shift from stubborn brat to good fucking girl; no matter how many times he's seen you like this, flushed pink and panting, he's still utterly obsessed with the moment you finally give in. 

Because you always give in. 

‘Why not?’ He begins the careful crumbling of your resolve with the top button of your blouse, then the second button, third, fourth… But by the fifth his patience snaps and he yanks — hard; no need for a vanishing charm, he rips your shirt clean open. Buttons pop off in all directions; he knows you'll scold him for that later, but right now you only have strength enough to whimper. 

‘What if they see?’ You palm his shoulders — but you're pulling, not pushing. 

‘Let them.’ His lips are on the hollow of your collarbone, sucking shivers out of you. ‘Let them watch me fucking ruin you.’

Yanking you away from the wall, he spins you around and envelopes you from behind, one arm curled so tightly around your waist you couldn't wiggle free even if you wanted to. Not that you do want to; that much is clear when his other hand slides beneath your undies. Fingers slick, he fucking moans his way down the side of your neck, his tongue laving a hot, wet stripe down to your shoulder. 

‘You think I want to touch any of them like this, huh?’ He bundles your little body against him like a blanket, his arms taut and muscles straining as he works your moans free with his hands and his tongue. You buck obediently against his palm, and when he slides two thick, long fingers inside you, your knees give out. He holds you up, pinned pretty to his chest, your tits heaving in the open air, nipples begging to be painted wet by his hungry mouth. 

Sweat drips from his hair and lands on your face. ‘You think I want to fuck any of them the way I fuck you?’

Through the gaps between the stands, the Quidditch pitch is empty, quickly abandoned for post-match festivities (or commiserations if you're a Gryffindor). He imagines marching you back out there right now fucking you in the middle of it, stripping you bare and pounding you silly while the teams debrief in the changerooms and the Slytherin's celebrate their win in the dungeons. — He'd never do it for real, of course, but the fantasy of claiming you so openly, having you exposed and babbling on his cock for anyone to see makes him dizzy. 

He wants everyone to know you're his. 

The thought makes him fucking — lose — it. 

Hot and thick in his hand, he strokes himself free from his trousers with frantic pumps and a long, drawn-out whimper. If he's teetering on the edge of control, then you don't stand a chance; he hoists your leg up and rubs himself desperately against your underwear, mouthing your neck from behind, palming your tits with his big, calloused hand. Never has he been more grateful for all the grueling training sessions that have granted him the strength to manhandle you onto his cock whenever the mood strikes.

Undies bunched to the side, you arch your back and reach an arm around his shoulder, begging, begging, begging even as he's pushing in, in, into you. The sound he makes when he's fully sheathed is nothing short of feral; he stumbles forward, that hot, tight squeeeeeze of you so good it makes him weak in the knees. 

It's fucking unbearable what you do to him, the way you make him dribble and buck and moan all sorts of dirty things in your little ear — the way you make him lose control. 

‘Look at you,’ he slurs, anchoring you to his body with the full, hot length of his cock. ‘S'fucking good, s’all fucking mine.’

Holding your leg up, he sets a slow, deep rhythm and imagines himself watching you: a last-minute straggler drawn to your hiding place by your sweet moans. He imagines how pretty you'd look all stretched out and stuffed full of himself, tits bouncing, mouth agape with pleasure, too fucked out of your mind to realise how loud you are. He'd touch himself to it — oh fuck yes he would, edging himself to time his climax with yours. And maybe you'd notice him, a pair of dark eyes burning with desire. Maybe you'd like it. Maybe it'd make you cum harder. 

Fuck. Lust roils thick and luscious in his stomach and he makes a mental note to fuck you in front of a mirror next time. 

He's gasping now, slamming into you so hard your foot almost leaves the ground with every thrust.

‘If only —’ he groans, ‘— they could — see you —’ He drops his head to your shoulder and bites. ‘You're the — ngh — only one — oh, fuck —’

Surely you know — surely you understand that it's always been you; that the way you surrender makes him feel strong; that being inside you makes him feel less broken. Surely you know that he uses his body to say the things he can't put into words. 

It's more than sex: he fucking loves you. 

Your peak hits you first: a long, slow, wet release that Sebastian rides out as best he can without falling over. He moans along with you, echoing ecstasy into your ear, holding you up while your body succumbs to the overwhelming love he gives and gives and gives over to you. And when you're done, spent and shivering in his arms, sweet and limp and loved to the extreme, he follows. 

[anomalyaly]

Their faces were so close, too close, that he believed he could count her freckles that dotted along her nose and cheeks. He admired how her eyes sparkled, like the stars had been captured and delicately placed within them. It would be so easy, so natural to lean in a bit further, to feel her lips brush against his just to see how she would taste.

He didn't miss the way her eyes flicked down to his own lips, and his breath caught in his throat at the sight of it. It was tempting to just give in and accept it, consequences be damned.

The silence stretched on for what seemed like an eternity, and he could feel her breath ghost along his face. Just a bit more —

Secrets of the Silent Stars AO3/Wattpad

I'm a puddle. Thank you so much to llumos_99 (Twitter/Bluesky) for creating this beautiful piece to accompany one of my favorite scenes from my fic!

[animasola86]

The Ghost under the Table (Part 2)

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: nsfw! mdni! public oral sex (f!receiving), fingering, not historically accurate*

(*she's wearing panties, no bloomers, bottomless or not, or whatever else they were wearing back then, please, this is just smut, let her wear panties!)

Synopsis: Someone wants to return the favor (another more explicit smut writing exercise)

WARNING: This is Sebastian Sallow staring into your soul hole YOU-KNOW-WHAT! If you're okay with that, keep reading! If not, please, save yourself and your innocence (mine's long gone, though)!

(Also available on AO3!)

(Read Part 1 here)

You had just settled into your chair at the table in the very quiet library, your books in front of you and an apple in your hand that you had sneaked past Madam Scribner – when you felt something brush against your leg.

The shriek you issued echoed loudly through the room and earned you a stern clearing of the throat from the librarian, all the way from the other side of the hall. And while you shrieked, you kicked your leg forwards out of reflex and hit something warm and solid.

“Careful,” you heard a very familiar voice from just beneath the table. You stared and leaned back in your chair to try and see what the hell was going on down there, when something gripped your thigh and made you freeze. “Try being a little bit more inconspicuous, why don't you?” Sebastian whisper-hissed at you and even though you couldn't see him, you knew he was smirking at you.

“What are you doing?” you whispered back, trying so hard not to tilt your body and look under the table as you fidgeted with the apple nervously.

“Returning the favour, love,” he said quietly and then you felt him move closer, his hands gliding over your thighs upwards. And all at once you felt your blood rushing into your head. You gasped slightly and shook your head fiercely.

“No, you can't!” you hissed, feeling your legs trembling already. “Not here!”

“You didn't seem to have a problem with putting me on the spot, remember?” he whispered. “I think it's only fair...”

“Sebastian!” you urged in a desperate whisper and looked around nervously. You could see several other students sitting nearby, all focused on their books, but if you could see them, they could see you too – and they only had to look up. And they would look up, you were absolutely certain about that, because in contrast to Sebastian (who had been so good at hiding his noises and emotions when you had had the glorious idea to surprise him with a fucking blow job in the middle of the library), you would not be able to hide anything if he started to touch you.

You knew that from past experiences.

In your two years of dating, you had learned just how sensitive you were to him. Anything of him, his touches, his kisses, his voice, the way he held you in his arms, the way he whispered into your ear, the way he grabbed you and made you his, you just couldn't resist. You still managed to make out in public countless times, but only because once you started getting vocal, he would muffle your sounds by kissing you disarmingly – and with him now under the table, cloaked under the Disillusionment charm no less, you had no chance of keeping your noises down. You just knew it.

You swallowed hard and pressed your thighs together in an attempt to keep him away. You knew it wasn't fair to deny him this after what you had done to him, but you just didn't trust yourself at this point. Your breaths became shallow quickly. After putting the apple down, you felt around and grabbed the hands holding your thighs.

“Please, let's just go somewhere more... private,” you pleaded with him.

“Not going to happen,” he said quietly. “An eye for an eye, right?”

“But what if I can't keep it down?” you voiced your concerns.

“You have to learn this at some point, don't you?” he whispered gently. “I believe in you.”

His words hit their mark as usual. How could you ever say no to him when he talked like this? You inhaled deeply and looked around once more, before relaxing in your chair a little bit. It was a hot spring day and you had decided to wear your shorter skirt and stockings instead of tights – which now seemed as if you had been waiting for this exact situation to happen, when in fact it had slipped your mind entirely that he might pay back your services.

But Sebastian was all for equality.

“Why don't you go back to your book and let me do my thing, hmm?” you heard him whisper as his palms went up and down your thighs.

“I'll try...” you murmured and moved your hands to grab the heavy tome in front of you. They were shaking badly.

As your fingers closed around the book and flipped it open, his fingers slipped beneath your skirt and pushed it up your trembling thighs. The feeling was so much more intense when you couldn't see him. Your heart started to beat right out of your chest. Your eyes landed on the writing in front of you, but you couldn't see a single word nor letter. All you could focus on where the light and gentle touches of the boy under the table.

He had pushed up your skirt now, tracing the hem of your panties, his fingertips brushed over fabric and skin, and you felt your stomach tensing up. You bit your lip and stared down at the book, breathing through your nose to control the turmoil within. Your knees were pressed against his chest as he worked his arms around your thighs – that were still very much clamped shut. He took his sweet time with you, really easing you into it, building the tension within with every stroke of his hand.

When you closed your eyes at one point, you felt him grip your knees firmly and it didn't take any resistance after all to open your legs for him. You heard him shuffling under the table as he moved closer and settled right between your thighs. Out of reflex you pressed them against his upper arms, holding him in place. A soft chuckle came from him.

“So eager, eh?” he whispered while his invisible hands moved up and grabbed your waist, pulling you a little closer to him.

As you slid down your chair, you opened your eyes and looked down. Of course you couldn't see him and you really wondered how he had been able to look directly at you while you had been under the Cloaking charm, when you had absolutely no idea where his eyes were. You gingerly lowered your hands and felt around until your fingertips brushed against his messy hair. You followed the curve of his head downwards, then traced the side of his face carefully. When your fingers explored his cheeks and ghosted over his lips, you could feel him smile.

“I wish... I could see you...” you whispered barely audible.

To your utter surprise, he followed your wish and became visible right between your hands as he lifted the charm. You gasped softly, seeing his head so close to your stomach. He smiled – and you could see him do so – his brown eyes sparkling. Yet as much as you had wanted this, you realized how dangerous it was.

“Wait, what if someone sees you here?” you whispered urgently, looking around.

“No one will suspect a thing... if you keep quiet,” he said under his breath and gave you a disarming smirk.

You swallowed at his words. Then you nodded slowly and moved your hands to grip the armrests, watching him nestling between your legs. His eyes stayed on you as he leaned away and pressed his lips gently against your inner thigh. You couldn't help but flinch a little, even though you had seen it coming. His warm breath ghosted your skin and made you shiver deeply. As his hands traced around the curves of your legs all the way down to the back of your knees, you inhaled sharply.

“No tickling!” you hissed at him and saw him smirking widely. “That's not fair!”

He knew how sensitive you were and that information was both a blessing and a curse in the hands of Sebastian Sallow. You looked at him with pleading eyes and indeed he removed his hands from the hollow of your knees and brought them up to hook his fingers around the upper hem of your panties. You were not sure that would make it any easier to keep your noises down.

Instead of pulling down the fabric, his fingers skimmed the edge of the fabric all the way around your hips to your lower back, before gently feeling around and cupping your butt cheeks, pushing you upwards in your chair a little. You cleared your throat and shifted in your seat, and sure enough he moved his hands back around to slide down the outside of your thighs. His touches were excruciatingly slow and each of them caused you to breathe heavier.

He could have just fingered you like you had blown him, but no, he had to make a bloody show out of it as usual. Not that you were complaining, you really enjoyed his way of easing you into it, because at one point he would just snap and turn into this impatiently ravaging and passionately raging animal that you loved with all your being. He always put your pleasure before his and once you were a trembling mess, only then would he indulge in his own desires and let it all out, leaving you an even bigger trembling mess afterwards.

And with that knowledge in mind, you were really concerned about what might happen once he started his work on the more sensitive parts of your body. There was no way you could be seen like that, not in public, not in the sanctuary of this library. So you had to really force yourself to keep it down – and you knew it would be the toughest challenge yet.

His mouth was moving along the inside of your thigh now, gently kissing the soft skin, and you breathed deeply as you chewed on your lips. Before his face came close to the heat already radiating beneath the fabric of your underwear, he leaned back and looked at you, tilting his head with a smirk. You watched him closely, your eyes wandering over his face, drawing imaginary lines between his freckles.

You held his gaze and you didn't even notice him raising his hand until his fingers pressed firmly against your heat. A sudden whimper escaped you and you quickly put a hand on your mouth. You could feel him slide his fingertips teasingly against your panties, right between your folds, soaking up the wetness beyond. It really didn't take long for you to get aroused when you were with him. There was just something about him that instantly activated the waterworks down there.

You inhaled deeply and bit your lip, before looking around the room once more. The other students were still nose deep in their books and there was no movement about. It seemed safe – for now. When you looked back down between your legs, Sebastian was moving his hand upwards and drew slow circles around the bundle of nerves atop your slit. You flinched as the sensation hit you like an oncoming train. At least you didn't whimper this time.

You gripped the armrests again and focused on breathing slowly, in and out, in and out, just like the movement of his fingers as he simultaneously teased your clit and your folds through the damp fabric of your underwear. And all you wanted was to squirm and scream and relish in the pleasure, but you had to hold it down and it caused your entire body to shake under the sheer pressure of it.

He watched you fight your little fight against yourself. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked quietly, but you quickly shook your head. He nodded and continued the motions of his fingers with a smile on his lips, before he pressed them against your thigh again, slowly moving his head closer to your midst as he showered your skin with soft little kisses. You inhaled deeply and closed your eyes, leaning back in your chair, trying to relax.

But then you could feel his tongue poking at the sensitive skin where your thighs met the lower hem of your underwear and you exhaled against the whimper starting to form in your throat. His tongue was warm and wet and tickled you more than you had anticipated. He kept going, tracing the fabric downwards, leaving a burning film of saliva on your skin. You could feel his warm breath right against your wetness, despite the thin layer of fabric still in between.

He lowered his hands and replaced them with the tip of his nose as he moved his face slightly upwards, pressing it firmly against your panties – and then he inhaled deeply and you couldn't help but squirm in your seat, your thighs pressing tighter against him. Your face felt so incredibly warm, you were afraid it would melt right off your skull. With your hands on your cheeks, breathing heavily behind them, you felt the tension in your stomach grow with every passing heartbeat.

You could feel him chuckle against you, his low voice vibrating right through your core, and it only increased the shudder running through your body. He knew how much you liked his voice and what it did to you, and he would often use that to his advantage while it left you a whimpering shell of a person at most times. And even today, despite the risqué setting, he did just that as he started to hum against your folds, his mouth so close to the damp fabric and you could only imagine what it would be like if your damn panties weren't in the way, that hum would have pushed you right over the edge. (But why would have? You knew he wasn't done with you yet...)

In response to his dirty attempt to coax those moans out of you, you bucked your hips against him and saw him leaning back again, smirking up at you with dark eyes. You stared at him with your chest rising and falling fast, your breasts firm and tender behind the constraints of your shirt. Before you could gather your thoughts again, his hands had moved towards your hips and even though he had taken his time with you before, the way he was now pushing and pulling down your underwear was almost close to desperate.

You were barely able to raise your rear off the chair a bit for him to pull them down and then suddenly he had moved them over your knees and all the way down to your feet. You didn't even fully register that you were now pantyless on a chair in the library – that's how fast he got them off of you. When he picked them up and balled them in his hand, you blinked slowly. “I think I'm going to keep these for now,” he whispered – and only then did you realize what he meant.

Your face grew even hotter and he gave you a wink that made it so much worse. Your breaths became shallow, either from indignation or in anticipation of what was to come. Or perhaps embarrassment as he started to move closer once more, settling between your thighs, his eyes fixed on what he had just uncovered. You felt yourself squirming under his gaze, but he only grabbed your thighs and held you still, issuing a comforting “Shh!” as he kept looking at every inch of your exposed skin.

You'd never really liked it when he'd looked at you so closely, yet he would always assure you that he thought you were beautiful, all of you, and the more he told you that the more accepting you became of the fact. If he liked what he saw, then why not let him look, right? His eyes wandered up towards your face eventually and you could see a tiny splash of red on his cheeks, which in turn made you smile. He gave you a smirk and then moved his hand up, gently placing his palm on your lower stomach, slowly inching it closer to where you wanted him to touch you.

You inhaled deeply and held your breath, watching him intently as he slid the heel of his hand downwards against your most tender spot, carefully pressing against it. Your hips twitched in response, but you kept the noises down. He moved his palm in circles over your sensitive skin, observing every tiny reaction, from the furrowing of your brows, to the trembling of your lips and the needy, almost desperate look in your eyes. He saw it all and he catered to your desire by extending his thumb slowly before pressing it right on top of the throbbing bundle of nerves.

You sat up straighter and definitely had to fight back a moan by then, almost choking on the noise as you stared into his amused face. Your hands grabbed the armrests of your chair, and you were breathing so heavily, you were more than grateful that all other students were so fixated on their studies instead of noticing the shaking frame of a girl, who might just hold back laughter from all they knew, when in reality she was fighting the urge to scream.

Because he wouldn't just press his thumb against your clit, he started drawing circles around it, pushing past the folds, teasing it more and more. You pressed your lips together and arched your back (the creak of your chair echoing through the quiet room), your thighs twitching uncontrollably with every stroke of his thumb. The whimpers were ready to spill, but you forced them down by swallowing hard. Closing your eyes, however, wasn't the best idea.

Because now you felt his movements even more, and when he stopped massaging your nub, his finger slid down between your soft folds, right into your wetness, the slight squelching sound so loud in your ears, you had to open your eyes again and look around in fear of anyone having heard that.

But no one had and you looked down at the boy between your thighs, who was really focused on what he was doing. His index finger moved up and down your slick slit, you were so wet it was almost embarrassing. Yet that made it easier for him to move his fingertips towards your entrance and when he pushed one finger against you, he slipped in right away and you felt your walls clenching against the intrusion and your body quivering.

You had always admired his hands: long slender fingers, veins and tendons protruding just beneath the skin, shifting with every bending of his joints, his touches soft despite the slightly calloused skin. And the way he moved them, especially against and inside you, had always made your knees buckle. Luckily you were already sitting.

Your breaths became louder as he slowly worked his finger deeper, then started pumping it in and out, keeping it rather straight, until he did curl it and that tiny movement caused you to push against the table and scrape your chair backwards. You froze immediately – as did he. Your eyes moved around the room in panic, but no one cared about the sudden noise. When you looked back at Sebastian, he was also a little shaken, but quickly recovered and gave you a teasing smirk, before resuming the movement of his finger.

His free hand grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to the edge of the chair. He withdrew his finger after a moment, giving you the illusion that it was okay to relax, but then he pushed it back in and with it another finger that slipped inside just as easily. You gasped quietly and felt your walls clench around him once more as he pushed against them lightly, gently exploring your tight channel.

You breathed loudly through your nose and bit your lip, trying so hard not to get vocal, even though it was all you could think about. Your stomach tensed viciously as he started moving his fingers in and out, slowly at first, then quickly picking up the pace – and you could hear the noises of his movements as he sank deep into your slick over and over again. And it only got worse when he leaned his head closer, his breath hitting your sensitive skin, before he pressed his mouth firmly over your clit.

You inhaled sharply, your lips shut tightly, your entire body squirming and shaking against the sensations as he started swirling his tongue against your tender nub, licking and teasing it, poking and sucking on it – all the while his fingers kept pumping into your slit with more and more force. With your eyes squeezed shut, you took a shuddering breath and another one and then you were whimpering soundlessly, as he pushed you closer and closer towards the edge. And you were so close too.

Your walls clenched around him with every thrust of his fingers, your legs were twitching completely out of control now, to the point that they were either pushing against his shoulders or stomping harder and harder onto the ground – but you were past worrying about anyone hearing you now. You didn't care any more. He, on the other hand, did still seem to mind and with two quick shrugs he pulled your legs into the air and onto his shoulders, and you wrapped them tighter around his neck out of reflex, really burying his head between your thighs now.

You heard (and felt) him groan against you as he kept licking and sucking your clit while pumping his fingers into you, until all of a sudden he wasn't any more. He pulled his fingers out with a wet plop and leaned back and left your throbbing nub unattended as well, only to smack his mouth firmly between your wet folds, sinking deep into your slick, before you felt his tongue poking at your entrance.

You let out a real whimper this time and inhaled sharply to try your best at keeping it down at least a little bit, as your hands grabbed onto his hair under the table forcefully. Your heart was beating out of your chest and your entire body was shaking and quivering, and he just kept going. He was lapping at your wetness, swiping his tongue up and down your lower lips – and then he had the audacity to hum again. You arched your head back and groaned soundlessly as you bit down on your tongue.

His humming vibrated through you, causing every muscle to contract, and while your body spiralled upwards and beyond, closer to your release, as pleasure gnawed at every single fibre of your being, you felt his tongue slipping past your entrance and as deep inside as possible, with his face properly buried in your wetness. You felt him push it against your walls, until he started pumping it in and out fast, while simultaneously hollowing his cheeks to suck at your flesh.

You felt completely overwhelmed at this point and were barely able to hold yourself in the chair, if it wasn't for your legs wrapped around his neck, holding you in place. Your breaths were erratic, yet no air seemed to find its way past your throat any more as you felt more and more light-headed. And still he kept going and it was when he pressed his fingers against your clit again, forcefully rubbing it faster and harder, that you've had enough. You had to press a hand on your mouth as your release washed over you like a fucking tsunami.

There were stars dancing behind your eyelids that were quickly engulfed by the brightest light you had ever seen. You felt like you were floating. Without any control over your quivering body any more, you bucked your hips against his face, causing him to groan, and as your body grew rigid, you felt him shake beneath your twitching legs, before he leaned back, coughing quietly. You felt his hot breath, almost as fast as yours, on your sensitive skin.

Somehow you were able to open your eyes again and when you looked at him you noticed that his entire face was glistening. He raised an eyebrow when he met your gaze and you felt your cheeks burning up as you realized that he was covered in your wetness. You unhooked your legs from around his neck and put them back on the ground, even though they were still twitching badly, and sat up slightly in the chair again, before your hands found his face under the table and started wiping at his cheeks with an apologetic smile.

“Don't worry about it,” he whispered and watched you closely.

But you kept stroking his face gently while he started licking his lips, until your fingers brushed over his mouth and he kissed them softly, holding your gaze.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” he asked quietly, holding your hand close to his face.

You nodded silently, captivated by his gaze, before you forced yourself to look around. “And apparently no one else noticed the train wreck you turned me into,” you added with a smirk. Unless they had enjoyed the show quietly watching, you couldn't be sure – and frankly, you didn't care either. Your gaze wandered over the table and stopped as you saw the red apple on it. You smirked to yourself and grabbed it with your free hand.

“Here, you've earned this!” you whispered and held the apple out to him. He smirked back and picked it off your palm, rolling it between his fingers – before he grabbed it and pressed it tightly against your still slightly twitching wet folds.

You gasped in surprise and shame, your cheeks warming up yet again, as you watched him lick your slick off the apple before he bit into it with a loud crunch.

“Thanks,” he said with his mouth full and gave you a wink.

You shook your head and laughed silently, leaning back in your chair. He kept eating the apple while his free hand moved to pull down your skirt again, patting it gently as he moved back from between your legs, courteously pushing your knees back together. You saw him drawing his wand and before he vanished under the Disillusionment charm once more, he smiled at you.

“By the way, your panties are mine now,” he said quietly and pushed the balled up fabric into his pocket. “Thanks for the taste,” he added and gave you yet another wink that left you rather speechless. Before you could respond in any way, he cast the spell and vanished in front of your eyes.

His hand brushed your knee and then he was gone again. You remained sitting on the chair, dripping wet and shaking, but without a care in the world.

NOTES:

I once again tried my hand at writing more explicit smut (I'm still learning, so bear with me) and yet I couldn't bring myself to write cunt or pussy, I just hate (using) these words. I can't help it, it's not working for me. So I hope you enjoyed my many attempts at naming the thing.

Again I used the amazing Smut Thesaurus by @prurientpuddlejumper and also The Smut Writer’s Dictionary by @maybeeatspaghetti - so useful!

By the way, I included the apple because of @dingdongdick's Sebastian x Apple screenshots. I mean look at how he eats that fucking thing! How could I not >_>

The Ghost under the Table (Part 1 and Part 2)

The Ghosts on the Table (Part 1 and Part 2)

Pictures credit:

(Disclaimer: I am a hoarder of screenshots! And unfortunately I did not mark whose screenshots I "borrowed". So please, accept a list of my favorite screenshot providers of this fandom! <3 If you recognize your screen and are not on the list, please tell me, I'll add you right away!)

@dingdongdick

@phinik

@hogwartslegacypics

@deathlysallows

@purindaimaou

@sinty2ek

@shadesofgaunt

Thank you all (again) for your continuous services to fuelling our Sebastian obsession! I salute you!

[cursedonyx]

Ominis is an enthusiastic pillow prince and Sebastian is a straight up brat I don't make the rules

[sav-less]

some screenshots for the tl because this quest always serves pockets of angst and im unwell over them

[rosewoodcafe]

My Kink is Karma

Modern AU Hogwarts Legacy @espressoristretto-patronum

Very Angsty

Two best friends having to navigate their breakups. All characters are like 20's in my mind. Sebinis and Poppy x FMC

[This is like a tryout,, I've only ever written wlw fanfiction maybe twice, so hopefully this is good]

“You’re leaving!” I screamed at you as you held your bags in your hands. Your fast was twisted in anger, the fake designer you wore dripping with pure utter hatred. I didn’t hate you. How could I?

“Yes Poppy, I can’t stand how you sit there and take some high ground,” you spat back, “It’s frankly the most annoying thing about you. Don’t bother calling, and I expect you to be out by tomorrow.”

That's how.

The door slammed, and you left me alone in the apartment we shared. I picked up the books left on the table, the ones you loved to read, ripping the pages, throwing it against the wall. I took your precious CD’s that you have saved from thrift bins, throwing them in the trash. My screaming cries must have woken neighbors because an hour later an officer showed up to my door, asking if everything was okay. With stained cheeks and a ruined pride I told him yes, that everything was okay. 

My phone lit up, a single message from Ominis.

Are you okay? 

Of course I wasn’t.

Come over… I saw what she posted.

God of course she was already posting shit. I grabbed my bag and the bottle of whiskey that sat in our cupboard. The drive to Ominis’s place was annoying and I could barely think straight. He was sitting on his balcony, unbothered by anything, probably unknowing of what happened tonight. 

I knocked on his door holding in my anger for the whole situation. He opened the door faster than I expected.

“Poppy you look like shit.” He said immediately.

“You can’t even see me, so how would you know?” I spat back.

“Just because I can’t see, doesn’t mean I can’t tell.”

I placed the bottle of alcohol on his counter, grabbing two glasses and filling them.

“I don’t drink Poppy-”

“These are for me, I plan to not remember tonight.” 

I slammed back the first drink much too quickly, burning my throat slightly. Ominous stood beside me rubbing my back in sympathy. 

“I assume you saw what they posted.” He said softly.

“They?”

“You don’t know?” He said shocked. “I suppose I only found out today anyways, but our partners are now each other's partners.”

“Sebastian left you?!” I said looking at Ominis, his face dropping and a sadness overtaking him.

“Tonight… he stormed out, telling me that my trauma was too much for him, and that he would be back in the morning to- well to collect his things.” Ominis spoke softly. “They must have decided that they wanted to be together, without telling either of us.”

I pulled my phone from my pocket, looking at Instagram, where low and behold there she posted a story of her and Sebastian grinded up on each other in some stupid club in this stupid city.  I pounded back the second drink.

~

After that night I moved out of our apartment, and into Ominis’s, who graciously offered me the second bedroom. I ran into a Sebastian Sallow, who had a grin on his face that I wished I could slap off. It took every part of me to not light all of your shit on fire, to ruin any part of your life that I hadn’t already, but I let it go.

I stepped out into the sunlight, holding the last box of my things as you slammed the door in my face. Not even a goodbye. You had burned all your bridges, not even talking to Ominis anymore. 

~

“She was awful in bed!” I laughed, drinking hand in hand on the couch with Ominis. The two of us had bonded after the catastrophe of our relationships ending. 

“He was horrible, more often than not came well before I did.” Ominis was practically cackling, “I think I only had an enjoyable time ONCE!”

I sipped on my wine, trying to hold back my laughter. 

“I bet they have a very uninteresting sex life then,” He chuckled out, and I lost it, spitting my wine out slightly.

It had been nearly two months since the breakups, and I hadn’t felt this happy in a long time. The pain of her and her stupid choices only barely linger in my mind.

~

I kicked my shoes off at the front door, work had absolutely drained me today.

“Natty?” I asked. Ominis sat on the armchair, tea in hand, while Natty sat on our living room couch. She turned and smiled at me.

“Poppy! It’s good to see you!” 

“It’s nice to see you too, but why exactly are you here?” I asked.

“It’s news about the two idiots who blocked us.” Ominis chuckled as he sipped his tea.

“What on earth happened?” I asked Natty, sitting down across from her on the couch.

“Besides Sebastian losing his mind, dyeing his hair,” Natty started, “She crashed the car they shared, so badly in fact I don’t believe they are together anymore. It’s all gotten a bit messy, she got kicked out of the bar I work at for talking shit about you and the other patrons. She did say one thing that I figured would get you interested.”

“What’s that, because I don’t really want to deal with her anymore. It’s been almost six months since that all ended, I don’t wish to relive it again.” I said sarcastically, erupting a laugh from Ominis.

“Well,” Natty paused, “she wants you back, and supposably is coming by soon to talk to you. At least that’s what she keeps saying.”

Laughter burst from me, faster than I could control it. She wanted to crawl back after her boyfriend left her, after she ruined her own life for some silly whim. I wouldn’t let her, she couldn’t destroy me again.

Natty told us all about her, and the shit she got herself in. For some reason everytime anything happened she would tell Natty, recounting every bad thing that happened to her or Sebastian. I reveled in it all, the karma that came back to bite her in the ass. It was thrilling to see Ominis smile as he knew his ex-boyfriend was actually losing his mind without him. I couldn’t wait for her to show up, so I could slam the door on her face.

~

I was prepared for this.

She unblocked me, added me back. 

She was headed here now, and I was entirely excited to do this. 

Three knocks on the door. 

I opened it.

She stood there, drunk out of her mind. Her hair was chopped in a weird way, her makeup smeared. She was a fucking wreck, and a smile grew on my face.

“Bab-y I love you.” She hiccuped out. “I miss you- the kisses, please. I fuc-ed up.”

I could help but laugh, a sweet venom filling my mouth. I felt as if the tables had finally turned.

“Oh love, I hate you.”

“Ha-hate me?”

“Yes, I utterly loathe you actually.” I said with a sickeningly sweet smile. “If I have to see you again, I will call the cops and tell them you are harassing me.”

“Bab-e-I-I, my parents, they kicked me ou-t. I have nowhere to go.” She choked back, sobs slipping through her words.

“I don’t care.” I laughed in her face, tears dropping from her pathetic face. “I get off knowing you are suffering so badly, that you broke my heart to shreds, yet here you are begging me for forgiveness. I fuck myself every night to the thought that without me you’ll never be happy, and that it is entirely your fault.”

She didn’t talk, only sobbed as she dropped to her knees. A blubbering mess of a girl, I could barely make out what she was saying, and I didn’t really care.

“Go home.” I told her as she reached out for me, shutting the door in her face.

“That went well.” Ominis chuckled from the kitchen.

“You don’t know how nice that felt.” I said to him.

“I only hope I get the same opportunity to tell Sebastian off.”

“I’m sure karma will catch up to him eventually,” I said, knocking my hip against his, a small smile tugging at his mouth.

“I suppose you are right, at least for now Poppy.”

[dearestro]

A little thing I wrote while daydreaming about Hogwarts Legacy. It's the most I've written in a while. Maybe one day I'll be able to expand on it.

A Familiar Fantasy

Three students could be seen in the middle of the hallway. Two of which were yelling at each other.

"It's left!"

"It's right!"

"Ugh! It's left!"

"Alright then, Miss Know-it-all, how come my brothers told me it's right!"

"Are you stupid? They are trying to trick you!"

The third wondered down the hall a bit. Tired of his friends' incessant arguing.

He came to a portrait of an older girl. He couldn't explain why, but she seemed wise, kind.

"Excuse me, Miss?" He hesitantly asked. The woman in the portrait looked down at the young boy.

"Yes?" She smiled.

"Would you happen to know if the quickest way to Potions Class is left or right? We're a bit lost." He looked back at his friends who were still trading insults. She followed where he looked and lightly laughed. The argument felt familiar.

"Oh, of course! I've only hung here for about a century and before that explored the halls myself." She smiled. "It's left."

"Thank you, Miss..."

"(L/n). But you can call me (MC). And you are?"

"Harry Potter." A look of recognition crossed her features at the mention of his name. She stared at him for a minute as if remembering something before gently shaking her head.

"Well then. Welcome to Hogwarts, Mister Harry Potter. Good luck on your journey." She smiled as if she knew something great was in store for him.

[kimmy-writes]

Currently on my 9th day playing Hogwarts Legacy and I’m completely, utterly, irrevocably in love with Sebastian Sallow (not a creepy way hahahhaa more of you are very precious, you deserve happiness and the whole world kind of thing)

lol the banters with the FMC!!! Very very very sus. I’m tempted to write a fanfic after spoiling myself what will happen to Sebastian in the end hahaahha

[thursdaymoonrise11]

In Pursuit of Evocation (Hogwarts Legacy) - Chapters 1 and 2

Chapter one:

Chapter two:

In Pursuit of Evocation is a standalone fic and continuation of Inky Blue Flames following Phoebe, Sebastian and Ominis through their sixth and seventh year.

You don't need to read Inky Blue Flames first!

Synopsis:

Phoebe Honeyball is cursed—struck by a vengeful Victor Rookwood miles away from Hogwarts.

Yet she can't remember it, nor why Sebastian Sallow was with her when it happened.

In fact, her entire sixth year is a blank. Her last memory is of returning home at the end of her fifth year and grieving the loss of Professor Fig after finally defeating Ranrok.

As Phoebe tries to piece together her lost memories, she's forced to confront some uncomfortable truths: Anne Sallow remains cursed and missing, Ominis Gaunt faces harassment from his despicable family, and Sebastian Sallow harbours a secret he can't share.

Amidst the fog of her muddled mind, one thing stands out with clarity: Phoebe must revive Isidora Morganach's portrait to save both Anne, and herself.

(Sebastian x fMC)

Series link for Tales of an Ancient Magic Wielder

[anomalyaly]

The Nut Cracked

Summary: Sebastian Sallow doesn't understand muggle holiday traditions. But this one, he could get on top of.

OR, a spoof of 'The Nutcracker', but make it feral.

NSFW. ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+. MINORS DNI.

AO3/Wattpad

3k words. Written for a NSFW discord server event: The Naughty List.

This is NOT canon to the 'Secrets' universe hahaha or is it

Tags: Explicit sexual content, objectophilia if you squint, seventh year, orgasm denial, Sebastian has blue balls and doesn't know how to handle it

Sebastian didn't understand muggle holiday traditions.

The brightly decorated Ravenclaw girl presented him with a small parcel that he had initially been excited to unwrap. But, as much as he loved seeing the look on Elsie's face as she handed it to him, he couldn't understand why, out of all the gifts she could have chosen, she had picked out an odd-looking wooden doll.

"It's a nutcracker!" She beamed. "My parents can never be bothered to figure out what to get me or my siblings, so they usually send us a whole slew of stuff."

"And...you saw an old man doll and it reminded you of me?" Sebastian turned it around in his hands questioningly. He tried his hardest to seem grateful, but truthfully, he was utterly confused.

She scoffed. "It's not an old man doll. It's a traditional gift that originated in Germany to ward off evil spirits and –"

"Evil spirits?" He laughed. "The only evil spirit we have to worry about during this time of year is Peeves."

"Well, if you don't want it –"

He abruptly yanked his arm away from her and held the wooden figure closer to himself. "I never said I didn't want it. I just think it could be more...appealing."

She tilted her head, her brows furrowed in confusion. "How so?"

Sebastian grinned slyly and picked up his wand, waving it in front of the nutcracker and transfiguring it to look like a girl with wavy, dark hair and freckles dusted along her nose and cheeks. He held it up proudly. "There. Much prettier to look at."

He was met with an eye roll as she stood from the couch and stretched. "If you say so."

Sebastian hadn't been particularly secretive about his feelings for Elsie in recent months. In fact, he thought he was being blatantly obvious, doing everything short of outright telling her due to her relationship status being a bit complicated. Even so, he did his best to hide his irritation every time she brushed off another one of his comments as a sarcastic quip.

It certainly hadn't helped that the other day, she had trudged back from another one of her adventures in the Highlands sopping wet from the snow, the already thin material of her blouse nearly transparent as it clung tightly to her form, her nipples peaked from the cold. He had spent half of the night restless, the other half with his hand wrapped around his cock every time the tantalizing image replayed itself in his mind.

The castle was nearly empty as the two of them spent Christmas at Hogwarts together, and all he could focus on was how frustrated he had felt.

"I should turn in for the night," Elsie sighed, glancing at the time. "I promised Lydia that we would still leave milk and cookies out for Father Christmas. She's very adamant about keeping to tradition."

Sebastian bit the inside of his cheek as he forced himself not to beg her to stay with him for the night. It wasn't like the prefects or professors cared to parade the halls during the holiday with so many students gone. But she likely didn't see him that way. His streak of terrible luck would have him falling for someone he couldn't have.

"Alright," he murmured, hiding the disappointment in his tone. He held up the wooden doll. "Thanks for the, uh...gift?"

She grinned. "Have no fear. We'll exchange our actual gifts tomorrow. But," she tapped the nutcracker's brunette head, "I suppose now, you'll have the nutcracker version of me to help keep you safe."

Sebastian's eyes followed the sway of her hips as she headed toward the gate of the Undercroft. He quickly averted them when she turned back to look at him. "Happy Christmas, Sebastian. See you tomorrow?"

He nodded. "Yeah, see you. Happy Christmas."

She gave him one last soft smile, and the gate clanged shut behind her. Sebastian sighed. Guess I ought to head back to my common room for the evening. He grabbed the tiny doll and sauntered back to his dorm, feeling even more tense than he had been hours before.

It was going to be a long two weeks.

~

Sebastian awoke the next morning, exhaustion creeping in. He needed to get control of his thoughts before he –

"Good morning!"

A light, feminine voice chirped at him from his bedside. The rest of the dorm room was noticeably empty — Sebastian assumed Ominis had left for breakfast early, not wanting to wait while he slept in.

It still didn't explain why Elsie was standing by his bed on Christmas morning. She would never sneak into the Slytherin common room without good reason, let alone his bedroom, even with how often he had teased and prodded her to spend time with him there.

He rubbed his face, his eyes still bleary. "Elsie? What are you –"

The words died in his throat once he finally took a proper look at her. She was smiling coyly at him, her raven hair free and cascading down her back. But what surprised him the most wasn't the expression on her face or the loose, dark strands that curled along her freckled, pink cheeks. It was what she was wearing.

Instead of a Christmas jumper, like she had promised she would have on, Elsie donned the bright red uniform reminiscent of the nutcracker she had gifted him the night prior. It was loose on her small form, barely hanging on to her shoulders, and short enough that it hardly covered the creamy skin of her thighs. He knew he should look away, or at least tell her that she was far too exposed for her liking.

"You're uh..." He cleared his throat. "What...what are you wearing?"

"Oh, this?" She playfully slid the top further down her shoulders. His hungry gaze followed the line down her collarbone and towards the curve of her breasts.

This wasn't like Elsie at all. The girl he knew wouldn't have been dressed like this in his presence, especially because they hadn't so much as kissed yet. She would be flustered, finding anything she could to cover herself up, and likely avoiding him afterward for days out of sheer humiliation.

"Why so shy?" She asked. It was definitely her voice but with a sultry tone. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

Sebastian swallowed. How could she have known that? "W-what do you mean?"

Elsie shrugged. "You made me. I heard your wish, and I'm here to grant it."

He blinked. Made?! "If this is some sort of muggle holiday prank, Elsie, it's really not funny."

She chuckled and sat next to him on the bed, draping an arm over his bare chest, and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "It's not. I'm your nutcracker, silly."

Oh. Oh.

The nutcracker he had mindlessly transfigured last night to look like Elsie had somehow become sentient. And now, Elsie, or at least a perfect copy of her, was practically on top of him, half-naked and promiscuously alluring. It was something he had only dreamed about in the darkest hours of the night, alone in his bed with a silencing charm cast over him.

His thoughts were racing wildly as he drank in the sight of her. She was close enough now and leaning in at just the right angle that he could see entirely down her top, and his breath caught in his throat as he realized that, underneath, she was completely bare. He shifted on the bed as he felt his erection press tightly against his pajama bottoms, quickly losing any scrap of restraint he had left, which hadn't been much to begin with. This was wrong, wasn't it? He couldn't deny how badly he had wanted this – wanted it for months now.

Moments later, her lips and tongue were tracing a hot trail of kisses along his neck, and as she lightly grazed his pulse point with her teeth, the last thread of his control snapped.

In one swift move, he took her face in his hands and fiercely captured her lips with his own, the sensation nearly enough to send him over the edge. Months of pining - of gentle, innocent touches and cuddles that the real Elsie had naively passed off as what two good friends would share - had made him ache with need.

For an imitation, the nutcracker-Elsie felt wonderfully authentic.

His fingers snaked in her hair and tugged lightly, eliciting a soft moan from her that had him shivering. Realistically, had it been their true first experience together, he would have wanted to savor every moment, taking his time as he mapped out every sensitive plane and curve of her body that would make her writhe with pleasure underneath his touch.

But, since this was his Christmas wish, he was going to be self-indulgent and take exactly what he wanted, just as he had imagined doing for so long.

A soft brush of her hand against his very hard and throbbing erection nearly sent him into a frenzy, and he let out a mewl so pathetic he would have been embarrassed had he not felt so ridiculously desperate. His hands scrambled to tear the baggy nutcracker uniform off of her, and as he ran his hand along her inner thigh and traced his fingers along her core, he realized without a doubt that she was soaking. For him.

Happy fucking Christmas to me.

Sebastian groaned as he practically dragged her into his bed and flipped her onto her back. His body vibrated with anticipation when her fingers tugged at his pajama bottoms and yanked them down abruptly. His cock sprang free, already aching with desire, and he melted into a moaning mess when she wrapped her silken hand around him and stroked.

"F-fuck...so good, Elsie —" The way she held him, so expertly gentle and firm at the same time, was better than even his wildest imaginations could conjure. His hips bucked into her touch while he stared down at her through hooded lids, understanding that he needed to take every second to memorize her body in case he never had an opportunity like this again.

Her face was flushed, the smattering of freckles along her nose and cheeks standing out, just the way he liked to see them — one of the reasons he would purposely try to make her blush. His hands followed his gaze as it traveled further down, past her parted pink lips and onto her voluptuous breasts, and he couldn't help but lean forward and take one of her pert nipples into his mouth.

Elsie's sighs and moans as he swirled his tongue around it were music to his ears. He reached out with one hand to cup her other breast while his other slid between her legs once more and lightly circled her clit with his thumb while he pumped two fingers inside of her. The sounds she emitted were delightfully sinful, and he decided that he didn't want to wait any longer. He had waited long enough, trying his damndest to be a gentleman all this time and letting the real Elsie take whatever their relationship was at her own pace.

He had earned this. It was bloody Christmas, and she was his present, and he fucking deserved it.

Sebastian slotted himself between her thighs and pulled back to look at her again. The unbridled need on her face mirrored his own, and he momentarily wondered if he should have spent more time making sure she was ready for him before taking her. After all, if it were the real Elsie, he would have made sure she felt good and reached her release many, many times before he had even attempted to fuck her.

All reason and logic flew out of his brain as he fitted the sensitive head of his cock at her entrance, her slick coating him completely. The needy cry that she let out at the feel of him was all the encouragement he needed to know that she was as desperate for him as he was for her.

"S-Sebastian," she moaned, the sound so erotic he hadn't thought it possible for it to have come from her. "Please — please fuck me. I — need...inside me — please."

Elsie begging. As if he couldn't come undone anymore.

"Anything for you, Princess."

With one abrupt motion, he pushed his hips flush against hers, sliding inside her easily and simultaneously letting out a disgustingly pitiful whimper. He was internally grateful that Ominis had decided to go to breakfast early — he would never have let him live down the sheer humiliation of the chorus of wanting coming from his lips.

Though the doll had been made of wood only moments before, the tight heat of her cunt felt very, very real. It was her body, her silken skin under his fingers, her normally elegant hair mussed and tangled against his bedsheets, and, best of all, her voice crying out his name as he fucked her relentlessly.

"S-Sebastian! Don't — don't stop!"

The high-pitched squeals she refused to hold back egged him on further as he roughly snapped his hips against hers, releasing a low growl as her legs wrapped tightly around him and pulled him deeper into her. The heady scent of her filled his nostrils — the distinct smell of vanilla and jasmine that had so often intoxicated him now enveloped him, and he tucked his head into the crook of her neck to allow himself to be consumed by it.

"Fuck, Elsie. I'm so fucking close."

It was happening too quickly, his release approaching dangerously faster than he would have preferred had this been the real Elsie. He teetered on the precipice of wanting to slow down and make it last longer, to enjoy every sound and feel of her as much as possible, or rewarding himself with what he had been dying to have for so long.

Fuck it — it was Christmas.

She dug her fingernails into his back and muttered a terrifyingly incoherent string of expletives in his ear, but somewhere within them, she was encouraging him to let go.

He was right there, so bloody close now — only a few more thrusts as he selfishly chased down the reality that she was finally, finally his.

"Sebastian!" Yes. Say my name again.

"Sebastian, please!" Just like that, almost there —

"Sebastian, wake up!"

Sebastian's eyes flew open as he sat up abruptly, blinking furiously in an attempt to gather where exactly he was.

Elsie, fully clothed in a Christmas jumper and trousers, her hair in its normal, elegant plait, stared at him from the side of the Undercroft couch, her brows furrowed in concern.

"Are you alright?" She asked worriedly, and her hand softly stroking his arm was almost enough to drag another pathetic groan from his throat. "You were making all these noises in your sleep. It sounded like you were having a nightmare."

Sebastian rubbed his face as reality came crashing down on him like a bucket of ice water. He had been too tired to head back to his common room last night and had fallen asleep in the Undercroft after Elsie had left.

As if to confirm his misfortune, the nutcracker she had gifted him was gingerly tucked under the crook of his arm, still transfigured to look like the girl who currently stood in front of him eyeing him curiously.

He would have laughed at the idea that she referred to his wet dream as a goddamn nightmare had he not still been so fucking hard, left to wrestle with the infuriating ache of incompletion.

Sebastian cleared his throat and muttered a thank Merlin to his last night's self that he had thought to cover himself with a blanket, lest she be subjected to his current state when she had only been trying to check on him and make sure he was okay.

"Uh, yeah. A nightmare," he grumbled, lowering his gaze to hide the heat that was beginning to creep up his neck and along his cheeks. "That's all. M'fine now."

She raised an eyebrow skeptically, and he knew she had good reasons to wonder if he was telling the truth — especially considering he could barely look at her. Not without imagining all of the unholy acts that his dream self had been moments away from —

"I guess the nutcracker didn't help ward off the evil spirits after all," she teased.

The nutcracker. His face reddened further at the memory of Elsie's desperate cries that would forever be branded into his memory.

"Are you sure you're okay?" She reached out to brush her hand along his forehead. "You're looking a bit flushed –"

He smacked her hand away, one touch further from losing himself right in front of her. "I-I'm fine! Just...got a bit warm down here, is all."

It was a blatantly obvious lie, considering he had slept in the Undercroft, which was always perpetually cold. Thankfully, she didn't question him further.

"Well, if you're alright, then get up soon," Elsie said, interrupting his immensely impure thoughts as she turned on her heel to leave. "Ominis is meeting with us outside the Great Hall to exchange gifts." She wagged a finger at him in mock warning, the sly smile on her face reminding him all too much of his dream, and he suppressed another shudder. "And don't be late. A bad back from sleeping on the couch is not a good enough excuse to miss Christmas."

He only offered a curt nod in response.

When the sounds of her footsteps receded, Sebastian flopped back on the couch, once again left alone with his miserable frustrations. The 'Elsie' nutcracker still lay on the couch next to him as if to taunt him, reminding him of what he had been so close to enjoying and what he could never have. He angrily batted it to the floor before grabbing one of the cushions, bringing it to his face, and smothering a mortified, unending scream.

Happy fucking Christmas to me.

[girl-named-matty]

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 & 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

A masterlist for all of my headcanons and fanfictions that I've written. Please let me know if some of the links aren't working! And buckle up because this is long! 🤍

𝑭𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝑭𝒊𝒄𝒔

● Passion || Sebastian Sallow (wattpad & ao3) synopsis: It has been six years since Astoria and Sebastian broke up. Both of them are living their best lives away from each other. But when Sebastian finds out that Rookwood is still alive and hunting Astoria down, he leaves his life behind to find her. ● In the Shadow of Her || Sebastian Sallow (wattpad & ao3) synopsis: Matty Ambrose is a simple Muggleborn girl living in London. After the arrival of Professor Fig informing her that she was a witch, she knew Hogwarts was going to be much different than anything she could've ever experienced before and she didn't know what to expect. With friends, rivals, and enemies around every corner, her time at Hogwarts already beginning to be epic. Join Matty as she navigates her way through her 5th year at Hogwarts-will she rise to the occasion, or will the dark secrets of the school and the ancient magic she possesses lead her astray? ● In the Shadow of Love || Sebastian Sallow (wattpad & ao3) synopsis: Matty is returning to Hogwarts for her sixth year at the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry although things are quite different this time around. With no guidance from Professor Fig and the Wizarding world not being in constant peril, Matty has to learn what it's like to be a normal student. On this path, Matty finds herself deeply in love with a fellow classmate, strengthens and finds new friendships, and possible betrayal by the ones she trusts. Join Matty in her sixth year and see the story of love, friendship, action, and betrayal. ● In the Shadow of Magic || Sebastian Sallow (wattpad & ao3) synopsis: After two whirlwind years, Matty was returning to Hogwarts for her final year but this time would be different. She was fighting to maintain control of herself, as she felt the lure of the unknown, the magic, calling her. It tempted her and drew her deeper with each spell cast, each experiment taken a step further from the norm. But she was not alone in fighting for control. Join Matty on her journey through her seventh year with enemies around every corner and view the slow grip of reality loosen as time goes on. (terribly sorry for using the "in the shadow of" trope. hope its not too confusing).

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 - 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔

quick a/n: These are all from over a year ago (I think) and I am lowkey embarrassed about the writing. They're still enjoyable but apologies in advance for how sloppy some of it might be. 😅🤍

Sebastian Sallow ● Sebastian Headcanons | pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4 | ● Sebastian's Boggart + His reaction to MC's Boggart ● Sebastian x Tall!FMC ● Sebastian x Short!FMC ● Sharing a bed with Sebastian

Ominis Gaunt ● Ominis Headcanons ● Ominis x Tall!FMC ● Ominis x Short!FMC ● Sharing a bed with Ominis

Garreth Weasley ● Garreth Headcanons ● Sharing a bed with Garreth

Leander Prewett ● Sharing a bed with Leander

Amit Thakkar ● Sharing a bed with Amit

Andrew Larson ● Sharing a bed with Andrew

Imelda Reyes ● Imelda headcanons

Poppy Sweeting ● Poppy Headcanons.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 - 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒔

Eleazar Fig ● Professor Fig Headcanons

Aesop Sharp ● Professor Sharp Headcanons

Dinah Hecat ● Professor Hecat Headcanons. pt.1 | pt.2 |

Matilda Weasley ● Professor Weasley Headcanons.

I will write for pretty much any HL character but these are just the ones I have written for before! More to be added. Hope you enjoy 🤍

[cursedonyx]

Hii! I saw your ideas for one shots you posted recently and I would absolutely LOVE to read all of them, but especially the one with Ominis, where Garreth slips Ominis his new potion and MC is helping Ominis with its 'hard' effects 🤭

So if you have time and if you'd want to write it, I would love to read it! ❤️

I have FINALLY gotten around to doing this ask, and as I’d had this in my drafts for ages I thought why not make it an eleventh-hour post for Kinktober too? I would have done more for Kinktober but, like our favourite old faithful that hasn’t been charged in a while, my smut battery was firmly depleted for quite some time.

This doesn’t follow any specific Kinktober prompt, but what the hell, hopefully you all enjoy this little tale of poor Ominis being utterly humiliated and thoroughly fucked.

Masterlist

Don’t Drug Your Friends

(Unless They’re Ominis and in Need of a Good Fucking)

Synopsis – After a multitude of experimental potions and a variety of undesirable effects, no one at Hogwarts wants to be a guineapig for Garreth’s new brews. In desperation, Garreth resorts to underhanded methods in order to test his newest concoction, and slips it into Ominis’ tea. Unfortunately for the poor Heir of Slytherin, the effects are both humiliating and unconquerable until the woman he’s secretly been in love with for the last two years offers to help put the proverbial basilisk back to sleep.

Word Count – 4.9k

Warnings – Female MC, House unspecified, NSFW, MDNI, dubcon, drugging, masturbation, handjob M!Receiving, oral M!Receiving, PIV, and a very embarrassed and needy Sub!Ominis.

All characters aged 18+.

Happy Kinktober.

Springtime at Hogwarts was a time for most students to pretend they were studying, as they instead dreamt about who they were going to ask on a date to Hogsmeade for Valentines, gossiped about the latest scandals, or got hyped for Quidditch. For the seventh years, it was a time to begin to panic about their upcoming exams and pretend they weren’t.

For Garreth Weasley, it was more a struggle than for most. Since the end of sixth year, when he’d convinced Lucan Brattleby to try his latest potion, and the poor lad had ended up in the Hospital Wing with scales, feathers, and the ability to burp luminous, sausage-like bubbles that took days to pop, the entirety of Gryffindor House had put a blanket ban on accepting so much as a biscuit from him. The other houses learned very quickly after this that no matter how much gold he offered, no matter how many favours, no matter how much he begged, it just wasn’t worth spending a week in hospital for.

But Garreth knew the only way to discover ✨The Perfect Potion™✨ was to practice, practice, practice, and in order to make sure his experiments actually achieved what he thought they should, he needed to test them. He always made sure he had a few poison antidotes on hand just in case, so he wasn’t entirely sure what all the fuss was about.

So it was that Sebastian and Ominis found themselves accosted by the boisterous redhead one early February morning in their seventh year, in the Defence Against the Dark Arts Tower.

“Seriously, Sallow, I’ll pay you fifty galleons. Fifty! Think what you could do with that money!”

“Fuck off,” came the terse reply. “I said no eight times already, I’m not going to change my mind.”

“But if I can get this to work ahead of Valentines-”

“Unclog your ears, Weasley, he said no,” Ominis said, using his wand to pour a cup of tea with the cool indifference only a Slytherin pureblood seemed able to master.

Garreth narrowed his eyes. “I’d have thought you’d jump at the chance, Gaunt. Heard your family’s fallen on hard times.”

“It’s no secret,” Ominis said, supremely unbothered. Then, a tiny smirk touched his lips. “That said, I’m surprised you’ve got fifty galleons to offer in your entire family’s account.”

Unlike Ominis, Garreth was just a little bit touchy about his family’s fortunes. He needed to make this potion work ahead of Valentine’s so he could sell it for a huge profit! It would be so popular and he’d be rich and famous and would be able to make sure all his family were comfortable, what was so wrong about that?

Perhaps this was why Garreth decided to do what he did. Maybe he was just in a bad mood and wanted to cause a bit of trouble. Or maybe, just maybe, he was having withdrawals from seeing his potions at work and was determined to do anything to get his creation tested. He pretended to see Peeves causing havoc on the other side of the Tower, and when Sebastian turned to look, he upended the tiny, pink potion into Ominis’ tea.

He shared a grin with Leander, and groped for a notepad as Ominis picked up his cup.

“Alright, fine, suit yourselves. But it would have made an absolute killing, and I’d have given you commission for your help,” he said, trying to be nonchalant.

“Whatever.” Sebastian rolled his eyes. “I’ve enough to be worrying about without dealing with beetles falling out of my ears, thanks.”

Ominis shook his head and sipped his tea, closing his eyes at the warmth that slid past his lips and down his throat. He let his mind wander a little, and as it always did when he let it have some form of free reign, it landed squarely on the most incredible woman he’d ever known, the Hero of Hogwarts, for whom he had harboured a secret, burning love since their ill-fated trip to the Scriptorium.

A slim line appeared between his brows as the warmth from the tea seemed to settle under his collar, before spreading over his chest, creeping down his torso to pool between his thighs, and something began to stir.

Ominis, like any other man of his age, was no stranger to random bouts of wilful disobedience from his personal basilisk, and so he elected to ignore it, crossing an elegant leg over the other, hoping no one else had noticed. He took a slow breath and another drink, wondering vaguely why this particular standing to attention was coupled with something that felt concerningly like arousal. Yes, thinking of her certainly fired him up him like nothing else did, but he hadn’t been thinking of anything particularly ungentlemanly. He was in public, after all.

His hands tightened on his cup as the unspecified heat began to intensify, his half-mast blooming full, and as he heard Garreth leaning forward in his chair, and the scratch of quill on parchment, he began to put two and two together.

Uh-oh.

“Soooo…” Garreth said, in a voice so overly casual that it sent a thrill of fear through anyone in the vicinity that had recently had a drink. “How are we all feeling today? Normal? Bit hot under the collar? Thinking of anyone in particular?”

Ominis faced him, quite certain that steam might be curling up from under his shirt as his heart began to pound.

“What have you done?” he managed.

Garreth laughed. “Only what I had to. Don’t worry, the effects won’t last more than a few hours. I think.”

There was a clatter as Sebastian lunged across the low table, followed by a smash as the teapot shattered. Garreth yelped as Sebastian gripped handfuls of his robes and wrenched him out of his seat.

“What did you do?” he demanded, snarling.

“I needed to test my potion,” Garreth said, shoving him back. “Just slipped him a bit, that’s all!”

“What the fuck do you mean, you slipped him a bit!?” Sebastian barked. “What the hell is it meant to do?”

“I’m not sure yet, that’s why I needed to test it,” Garreth said, proudly. “It’s only a variant of a love potion that’s meant to make anyone you like want you in bed, nothing to worry about. Gaunt, tell me exactly what you’re feeling, spare no detail.”

“Are you insane?” Ominis hissed, hunching forward as his arousal twitched, nudging insistently against his belt and threatening to pop right out over the top of his waistband. “You better have an antidote for this, you cretin!”

Garreth gulped and edged behind Leander as Sebastian drew his wand, aiming it at his nethers. “Antidote? It’s only in the testing stages, I’ve not had time to-” he yelped as Sebastian fired a curse at him, and Leander had to put out a small fire on his robes.

Ominis felt his cheeks sear as another thrum of unspecified interest surged through him, his mouth drying. There was an insistent, needy ache growing in his lower abdomen, and he got the feeling that if he didn’t take care of it soon, he was going to be in serious trouble. It didn’t help that he could sense his friends staring at him, Garreth’s lack of subtlety and his shortening breath all but confirming the state he was in.

“Undercroft,” he managed to growl to Sebastian out of the corner of his mouth. “Don’t follow me.”

“You okay?” Sebastian asked, as Ominis tugged his robes tight about himself and rose.

“I’ll be fine,” he muttered, trying to stand as casually as he could without revealing his significantly growing problem. “Do try not to kill that little bastard while I’m gone, I’d like to do it myself.”

The cool of the Undercroft’s stone walls did little to alleviate the heat in his body as Ominis shouldered his way through the hidden entrance, his pace increasing as he half ran towards a stack of crates at the back, positioned deliberately to hide a pile of cushions and blankets for the rare instances when he just couldn’t ignore his body’s needs. Ominis hissed between his teeth and turned his wand about the Undercroft, hoping that she wasn’t down here. Merlin, he’d never live it down if she saw him like this.

Hell, it was embarrassing enough to be in this predicament, but for his friends to know as well! The thought scalded him, making him cringe. It was worse that they knew why he’d gone off by himself. Yes, everybody did it, but that didn’t mean everyone should bloody know about it when he did! It was hard enough to find alone time as it was, but for anyone else to know… Ominis groaned. With the way gossip spread, the whole bloody castle would know that the infamously stoic Ominis Gaunt had needed to dash off and have a wank by the time he reemerged, if his past luck was anything to go by.

No matter. The state he was in, it wouldn’t take long, and then he could try and forget about the whole, sordid mess. After he’d murdered Garreth, of course.

He sucked a sharp breath between his teeth, bracing a hand against the wall as his mind flooded with thoughts of her, as it always did when he needed to attend to himself. He focused on the faint brush of her hand against the back of his when they studied together, her fingertips cool as she handed him a book or stack of parchment, each light touch sending sparks through his skin that never failed to stiffen his cock. He whimpered softly as he recalled those few times he let her embrace him, his attention always zeroing in on how her ample breasts pressed against his chest, his hands resting just above the curve of her hip. What he wouldn’t give to feel these things without the cursed barrier of her clothes…

And Merlin, the sound of her voice, low and rich, some sultry note always winding about underneath it, as if she was but a moment away from singing or whispering nothing but sinful filth into his ear, her dark chuckles, the freedom of her laughter never failing to set his heart to racing.

Then the scent of her hair… citrus and exotic blossoms from some far off, sun-drenched land infused his mind as he wished and wished he knew what it was like to have those silken strands fall over his face as she rode him.

Ominis fought with his belt and the fastenings of his trousers, unable to stop thinking about her, imagining all those things she could do to him that would only ever be in his mind. She was too good for him, too perfect, too glorious, but it never hurt to imagine. Imagination never hurt anyone. His lower lip found its way between his teeth as he took himself in his hand, instinctively setting up a rapid pace that, when he’d been this worked up before, had brought him blissful relief in little under a minute.

But something was wrong. He could feel his hand sliding along his length, feel the pressure as he tightened his grip, but it brought him about as much relief as sticking it in a jar of numbing potion would have.

“Oh, come on,” Ominis hissed, gripping himself tighter in a vain effort to evoke some of the promised euphoria such an act usually provided him, even going so far as to spit in his palm, but it didn’t work. To his horror, it served only to heighten his need, and brought him no relief.

✧˖°  ˖ * ˖  °˖✧

Almost an hour later, Ominis emerged, limping and red-faced, his breathing ragged and his hair dishevelled, his cloak pulled tight about his body.

“Well?” Garreth asked, eagerly, quill and notepad at the ready.

“Piss off,” Ominis snarled. “If you can’t get me an antidote in the next five minutes then what good are you?”

Sebastian shouldered Garreth out of the way and leaned in close.

“No better?”

“Fuck off. I don’t want anyone near me.”

“What about New Girl?” Leander piped up, clearly enjoying himself far more than was appropriate for the Slytherin’s suffering. “Bet you wouldn’t mind her being around you right now.”

Ominis spat a string of violent curses in Parseltongue at the thought of the Hero of Hogwarts assisting him with his predicament once again, before he tried to push away the idea as it sent another painful thrum of arousal through him. Unfortunately, the idea of her didn’t want to be banished and remained stubbornly inside his head, doing things no self-respecting woman would ever do, let alone to him.

“She hasn’t been new for two years,” Sebastian said, placing his foot firmly on Leander’s hip and shoving him away as Ominis clung to the wall, biting his tongue to stop himself groaning. “If you’re not going to help, then sod off.” He gripped Ominis’ shoulder, leaning close, and Ominis wriggled away, hissing as his skin tingled. “Mate, maybe he’s got a point. She’s good at potions, maybe she could do something about this? Plus, you like her, and she likes-”

“Never,” Ominis growled. “She can never hear of this.”

“Okay, then maybe we should get Professor Sharp, he’d be able to-”

“If you breathe a word of this to anyone I will kill you myself!” Ominis snarled.

It was getting decidedly hard to think, and Ominis huddled against the wall, bent almost in two as wave upon wave of rising need threw itself about his insides. If he didn’t do something soon, he was either going to explode or go completely insane. It was all he could do not to grab at himself, despite the fact that he was in public and he knew that it wouldn’t help one bit.

Sebastian shared a worried look with Garreth, whose eagerness to see the effects of his potion in action had worn off upon seeing how decidedly uncomfortable Ominis was. Yeah, it had been kind of funny to see him so embarrassed, but this was a problem. How could he sell his potion if the effects were this drastic, and didn’t wear off quickly?

“Maybe just… I don’t know, try and sleep it off?” Sebastian suggested, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m sorry mate, I don’t know how else to help you.”

“I know a way you can,” Leander laughed, and quickly shut up as both Sebastian and Ominis glared at him, drawing their wands.

“Go up to the Room of Requirement,” Sebastian said, giving Ominis a little shove between the shoulder blades that made him yelp. “Garreth, you go too, there’s potion stations up there, and you better get to work on an antidote, or I’ll hang you off the Astronomy Tower by your balls.”

With a barely restrained whine, Ominis disillusioned himself and all but ran for the stairs, the outline of his figure vanishing as he rounded the bend. Garreth took one look at Sebastian’s murderous expression and followed, jotting notes on his parchment as he went. No sooner had he vanished than Sebastian took off, pelting through the castle, seeking the one person he hoped might be able to put an end to his brother’s suffering.

✧˖°  ˖ * ˖  °˖✧

“How long’s he been like this?” she asked, matching Sebastian’s pace as they hurtled towards the Room of Requirement.

“A bit more than an hour or so, I think,” Sebastian panted, struggling to keep up. “It’s really bad.”

She cursed under her breath, her long, dark hair swishing to and fro. “What did Garreth say it was meant to do?”

“Turn people on so they’re easier to get into bed,” Sebastian replied, glowering. “Or words to that effect. He wants to sell it ahead of Valentine’s Day.”

She made a face, her small nose wrinkling. “Creep. As if it wasn’t bad enough having to worry about love potions. Poor Ominis.” They slowed as they reached the seventh-floor corridor, and she glanced at him. “I presume he’s… um… tried the usual methods?”

Sebastian shrugged. “I guess so. Didn’t ask, he’s embarrassed enough. He’s going to kill me when he finds out I’ve told you.”

“Me in particular?” she raised a brow, and Sebastian hesitated. It wasn’t a secret to those who knew him well that Ominis was madly in love with the woman before him, but he hadn’t thought she’d figured it out. His silence seemed to be all the answer she needed, and a little smile touched her lips. “Leave it to me. He’ll be right as rain soon enough.”

“What are you going to-” Sebastian began, but she’d vanished into the Room of Requirement before he could finish. With a low sigh, he crossed his fingers, counted to ten, then followed, finding the large space mostly empty, save for a sweaty Garreth standing before a table of five cauldrons, each of them hissing different coloured steam. His nose was bleeding.

“What happened there?” Sebastian asked, and Garreth glowered.

“That cow just punched me,” he said, thickly. “Didn’t say a damn word and ran off to the bedroom.”

Sebastian grinned. “Can’t say you didn’t deserve it.”

Garreth wiped his nose on his sleeve. “Shut up and help me with these, would you? Whatever she’s planning, I hope it works, because none of these antidotes look promising right now.”

✧˖°  ˖ * ˖  °˖✧

Ominis twisted and writhed, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. His clothes lay discarded on the floor of the small room, the light satin sheets of the bed dragging across his fevered skin as he desperately sought some form of relief from the blazing need surging through his body. But no matter how much he rutted against the mattress, no matter how fervently he beat himself, he couldn’t break through the barrier between desperate desire and the enduring numbness that denied him, over and over.

He couldn’t say how much time had passed. He couldn’t say how long he’d been tangled in these sheets, moaning softly as he chased a high that tormented him as it danced away, again and again. His mind was fragmented, consumed by a primal, visceral need for relief, for this aching agony to end, for the heavens to open and just please let him come.

So scattered was he that he barely registered the door opening, the footsteps hushing over the carpet as he gripped handfuls of his hair, curled in a ball on his side. But he heard the sharp intake of breath, smelled that torturously familiar scent that was so deliciously her, and his tormented mind took on a crystal clarity as pure, unadulterated panic flashed through him.

“No, no!” he gasped. “No, not you!”

She pulled up short, her brows drawing together a little as Ominis struggled to pull the fraying threads of his brain back together.

“I-I’m sorry… I didn’t mean…” he whimpered softly as another agonising pang of need surged through him, intensified by the fact that it was her standing there, and he curled up tighter, his hands tensing in his hair, trying to hide his shamed face as he tried to burrow under the sheets. “I… I don’t want you to see me like this.”

She was concerningly quiet for a moment, then her footsteps sounded once more as she approached, and Ominis bit down on a high-pitched whine as she settled on the bed, her weight pulling the sheets tight against his skin. He fought not to writhe, every nerve ending on fire as he curled up tighter.

“Please… please leave,” he begged. “I-I c-can’t…”

“This needs to be fixed,” she said, her voice low and soothing. “Ominis, you can’t go on like this. I want to help you.”

“Then get me a fucking antidote,” he spat, his limbs trembling as he fought to remain still. He didn’t care that he swore in front of her, something he vowed never to do in front of a lady, he was too concerned with retaining some miniscule shred of dignity. Shame and humiliation burned a torturous path through his body as he bit down on another low whine, his cock throbbing at the thought of her being so close to him, her beautiful scent, her delicious voice sending waves of primal desire through him.

She couldn’t be here. She had to leave, or he was going to do something they would both regret.

It seemed she either couldn’t sense the danger, however, or she didn’t care. She slid closer to him, a cool hand finding his shoulder, such a simple touch making his hair stand on end as he fought with himself not to grab at her. He had to maintain control, no matter how difficult. He was a gentleman, he was proper, he wasn’t one of those base louts that thought with their dicks and followed wherever they pointed, he was… he was…

Fucking hell. He was desperate for her.

Her hand tightened on his shoulder, pushing lightly, and little by little he uncurled enough to reveal his face, his skin flushed, his hair sticking to his forehead.

“You poor thing,” she murmured. “Will you let me help you?”

Her hand slid over his shoulder to his chest, and Ominis bit down on a whine. How often had he tormented himself with fantasies of this exact thing happening? It almost made him want to weep with the frustration of it all, because he knew all too well that nothing would come of this but further humiliation.

“P-please… don’t,” he whimpered as she peeled the sheets back, moving closer to him as she trailed her fingers over his stomach, the muscles contracting at her touch. “It won’t… it won’t d-do anything… I c-can’t feel-”

His next words were cut off by a yelp as the heel of her hand grazed the aching head of his length through the sheets, sending a surge of pleasure so powerful through him that it snapped his head back.

He could feel her touch.

His hands flew out, one latching onto her wrist, the other winding into her hair. She came to him willingly, her lips brushing his hesitantly for a heartbeat before he crushed his mouth to hers, moaning helplessly as she found his aching steel through the sheets, her palm curving around the shape of him.

Ominis launched up, hooking an arm around her neck, his free hand shoving at the covers. There was no longer room for hesitancy or fear or embarrassment – any last shred of lingering dignity had been eviscerated by her kiss.

All Ominis knew is that he needed to be held, to be kissed, to be touched, and to be fucked. Right. Now.

He shoved at the sheets covering him as her lips moved from his to lavish attention on the side of his neck, her hand travelling down his chest sparking through his nerves. A high, desperate whine escaped him when she showed no hesitation and wrapped her hand around his fevered length, the soothing cool of her skin a balm to his burning flesh.

Even through his maddening haze of desperation and need, Ominis was dimly aware of the inexplicable skill she displayed, each swift, twisting stroke of her hand designed by some omniscient power, it seemed, so perfectly did it make his body sing. Her pace was steady, her grip firm but not tight, and his mind went to pieces. In all his furtive, shameful imaginings of being with her at last, he had never once suspected that she would know just how perfectly to treat him.

She murmured gentle encouragement to him, her words a song of sin and fire as her touch sent him ever higher on a glittering ladder that seemed heaven bound. Ominis bucked helplessly against her, his hands alternately clutching and tugging at her clothes, knowing in some deep, primal way that the simple touch of her hand, no matter how glorious, would never be enough.

It seemed she understood this as well, for her lips left his neck, trailing down his body, each press of her lips tensing the muscles they touched. Something in the back of his mind set up a wild protest, the part of him that was still human underneath his frantic desire screaming that he would never live this down, but even this stubborn part of him was silenced when a searing heat enveloped him from head to base, hard at the edges and so deliciously soft in the centre, something long and dexterous winding about his entire length.

The sensation of her mouth on him in such a way pushed a yell that was almost a scream from deep within his lungs, flying up his throat so harshly that it roughed the edges of his voice, his hands flew to her head, winding his fingers into her hair and driving himself as deep as he could. He didn’t care that he might choke her, that he might make her wretch, he just needed more of that sensation, more of this heavenly feeling of pure euphoria.

She didn’t choke, and she didn’t retch. She tightened her lips, hollowing her cheeks and sucking hard, her throat closing over the tip of him as he threw his head back, yelping in wordless ecstasy. Her arms wound around his waist as his legs fell apart, anchoring them together as her head bobbed at a steady, rapid pace, and if Ominis had the gift of sight, he would have seen the entire cosmos.

"Fuck... yes..." Ominis gasped. "Right there... don't stop, please don't stop..."

And yet it still wasn’t enough. Though each swipe of her tongue drew a whining moan from his lips like silver thread, the pulsing of her throat in time with his racing heart, his body stubbornly refused to fall over the edge upon which he teetered. Almost rabid, Ominis gripped he hair, pulling her back up to crush his lips to hers, tugging at her clothes so forcefully that her blouse tore.

In response, she pinned his wrists over his head. He had no time to protest this as she straddled him in the next moment, leaning down to capture his lips with hers once more, holding him tight with one hand as the other slid down, grasping him firmly and angling him up.

Ominis could never have imagined the euphoria that he experienced next. One moment, he was aching, spit-slick and cool in the empty air, and the next he was enveloped in searing satin and silken fire. If her mouth had been the cosmos, this was heaven itself. He could barely draw breath to moan as she seated him fully inside her, and even through his primal haze, he couldn’t believe it, couldn’t understand it, that he, Ominis Gaunt, was being loved by her.

He thrust up with abandon, garbled pleas and frenzied, worshipful praise flowing from his mouth between urgent kisses, his hands held firmly above his head as she rode him like a graphorn. Her hair swung down, the silken tresses brushing over his face and chest like he’d always dreamed of. He began to feel a delicious, prickling heat pooling at the base of his spine, in the pit of his stomach, his skin tingling as he ran full pelt towards the edge. Something within him knew he needed to savour this, to commit each and every detail to memory as she herself released a soft, breathy moan, but that single sound, the knowledge that came with it being that he was making her feel good was too much for him.

"Fuck... fuck... FUCK! YES! YES!"

The spell was broken, the potion overcome as Ominis’ entire body went taught, his balls drawing up tight as he finally, finally came like a fucking hose. His head snapped back, his moans rising to echoing yelps as his back arched, his hands pinioned above his head as he writhed, the sensation so much more intense than anything he had ever experienced before, going on and on and on until he was certain he might go mad. But end it did, and he fell back, utterly boneless and exhausted, his breath trembling as his body quivered, the warm weight of her comforting as she settled to lie atop him, her lips soothing once more at his neck.

“Are you alright?” she asked, after some small time had passed. Ominis could only mumble non-words, his mind still scattered, his not quite feeling his body as he should now that there was this sudden absence of primal need. Little by little, the last few hours came back to him, and he felt his chest grow tight. Wincing as fresh shame burned a path through him, Ominis turned his face away.

“I-I’m so sorry,” he managed, his voice cracking. “Y-you shouldn’t have… my behaviour… I never should…”

“Hush,” she brushed his hair back, pressing a delicate kiss to his temple. “I was happy to, Ominis.” She pulled him closer, a hand at the back of his head, and he curled into her automatically, burying his face in the crook of her neck. The lingering ache in his body melded with his utter humiliation, contrasting bizarrely with a feeling of purest bliss. He held onto it, onto her, knowing that once she left this bed, this room, she’d never want to speak to him again. She had helped him, yes, but that was what she did. It wasn’t because she liked him. How could anyone like someone as depraved as him?

As if she could read his thoughts, she gave him a little squeeze, her lips brushing his ear.

“You know, I’d be happy to do this again,” she murmured, and he felt her lips stretch into a smile against his skin as his heart leapt. “With you, and only you. Only… let’s leave the experimental potions out of it next time, hm?”

Ominis was only too happy to agree.

[ravenwind-75]

Fanfiction & Oneshot Masterlist

A masterlist for the writing chaos that goes on in my mind.

Most of these and more are on my ao3 and WP.

It's hard to find all original links here lol.

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WIP long fics:

In the Shadow of Injustice || fMC & boys

fMC Ravenclaw x ambiguous relationships x Ominis Gaunt

ongoing (randomly updated)

Synopsis: Johanna risks it all to save Sebastian from a situation he wouldn't be in if it wasn't for her. Forgive, forget, love, and regret all come together in this story of hard decisions. This is a story that tells as it goes.

The Darkness I breathe || fMC & Garreth (?)

morally gray Slytherin fMC

ongoing/ currently on pause

synopis:

"I didn't always like the darkness. It contained what I couldn't see, what I couldn't control or understand. But now that I breathe it, now that it lives inside me I would always choose it over the light."

Coming Soon

Fire on Fire || fMC x Sebastian Sallow

Cowritten: (mostly by me tho)

The Double Jailbreak Heist || mult

fMC Ravenclaw(s) & fMC Hufflepuff friendship

multiverse dynamic

on pause long fic

related story attached

Anne's Last First Dance

The MC Sleepover with @starry-slithers

Cowritten with @endless-starlight-legacy

Once Upon a Sebby Chicken 🐔

Sidequest:

Oneshots:

Hearts of Fire (also on WP and ao3)

The Depulso Rooms (WP and ao3)

AU: Saturn

I love you I'm sorry

Shiver up your Spine

Revenge is Hot

Sweeter than Strawberries

A Christmas Kiss

Indigo

The boy who became indigo and His Diamond girl, His silver boy.

Fics for friends:

Ignorant for @the-ozzie

Magic Bread for @starry-slithers

Magnolia's birthday (cowritten with @starry-slithers)

New year for @morelikeravenbore

A Fly Among the Stars for @alibasnur

Healing you, Healing me for stein

Silly posts:

Muggle books

Hogtober:

Natty

Sebastian

Ollivanders

Feldcroft and Divination

Arena

Trick or Treat:

Jominis

HCU:

Just be Completely You

A Yule Ball Date

[oldhotcinnam0n]

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The Ghost under the Table (Part 2)

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader (18+, aged up!)

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: nsfw! mdni! public oral sex (f!receiving), fingering, not historically accurate (she's wearing panties, no bloomers, bottomless or not, or whatever else they were wearing back then, please, this is just smut, let her wear panties!)

Synopsis: Someone wants to return the favor (another more explicit smut writing exercise)

WARNING: This is Sebastian Sallow staring into your soul hole YOU-KNOW-WHAT! If you're okay with that, keep reading! If not, please, save yourself and your innocence (mine's long gone, though)!

(Also available on AO3!)

(Read Part 1 here)

You had just settled into your chair at the table in the very quiet library, your books in front of you and an apple in your hand that you had sneaked past Madam Scribner – when you felt something brush against your leg.

The shriek you issued echoed loudly through the room and earned you a stern clearing of the throat from the librarian, all the way from the other side of the hall. And while you shrieked, you kicked your leg forwards out of reflex and hit something warm and solid.

“Careful,” you heard a very familiar voice from just beneath the table. You stared and leaned back in your chair to try and see what the hell was going on down there, when something gripped your thigh and made you freeze. “Try being a little bit more inconspicuous, why don't you?” Sebastian whisper-hissed at you and even though you couldn't see him, you knew he was smirking at you.

“What are you doing?” you whispered back, trying so hard not to tilt your body and look under the table as you fidgeted with the apple nervously.

“Returning the favour, love,” he said quietly and then you felt him move closer, his hands gliding over your thighs upwards. And all at once you felt your blood rushing into your head. You gasped slightly and shook your head fiercely.

“No, you can't!” you hissed, feeling your legs trembling already. “Not here!”

“You didn't seem to have a problem with putting me on the spot, remember?” he whispered. “I think it's only fair...”

“Sebastian!” you urged in a desperate whisper and looked around nervously. You could see several other students sitting nearby, all focused on their books, but if you could see them, they could see you too – and they only had to look up. And they would look up, you were absolutely certain about that, because in contrast to Sebastian (who had been so good at hiding his noises and emotions when you had had the glorious idea to surprise him with a fucking blow job in the middle of the library), you would not be able to hide anything if he started to touch you.

You knew that from past experiences.

In your two years of dating, you had learned just how sensitive you were to him. Anything of him, his touches, his kisses, his voice, the way he held you in his arms, the way he whispered into your ear, the way he grabbed you and made you his, you just couldn't resist. You still managed to make out in public countless times, but only because once you started getting vocal, he would muffle your sounds by kissing you disarmingly – and with him now under the table, cloaked under the Disillusionment charm no less, you had no chance of keeping your noises down. You just knew it.

You swallowed hard and pressed your thighs together in an attempt to keep him away. You knew it wasn't fair to deny him this after what you had done to him, but you just didn't trust yourself at this point. Your breaths became shallow quickly. After putting the apple down, you felt around and grabbed the hands holding your thighs.

“Please, let's just go somewhere more... private,” you pleaded with him.

“Not going to happen,” he said quietly. “An eye for an eye, right?”

“But what if I can't keep it down?” you voiced your concerns.

“You have to learn this at some point, don't you?” he whispered gently. “I believe in you.”

His words hit their mark as usual. How could you ever say no to him when he talked like this? You inhaled deeply and looked around once more, before relaxing in your chair a little bit. It was a hot spring day and you had decided to wear your shorter skirt and stockings instead of tights – which now seemed as if you had been waiting for this exact situation to happen, when in fact it had slipped your mind entirely that he might pay back your services.

But Sebastian was all for equality.

“Why don't you go back to your book and let me do my thing, hmm?” you heard him whisper as his palms went up and down your thighs.

“I'll try...” you murmured and moved your hands to grab the heavy tome in front of you. They were shaking badly.

As your fingers closed around the book and flipped it open, his fingers slipped beneath your skirt and pushed it up your trembling thighs. The feeling was so much more intense when you couldn't see him. Your heart started to beat right out of your chest. Your eyes landed on the writing in front of you, but you couldn't see a single word nor letter. All you could focus on where the light and gentle touches of the boy under the table.

He had pushed up your skirt now, tracing the hem of your panties, his fingertips brushed over fabric and skin, and you felt your stomach tensing up. You bit your lip and stared down at the book, breathing through your nose to control the turmoil within. Your knees were pressed against his chest as he worked his arms around your thighs – that were still very much clamped shut. He took his sweet time with you, really easing you into it, building the tension within with every stroke of his hand.

When you closed your eyes at one point, you felt him grip your knees firmly and it didn't take any resistance after all to open your legs for him. You heard him shuffling under the table as he moved closer and settled right between your thighs. Out of reflex you pressed them against his upper arms, holding him in place. A soft chuckle came from him.

“So eager, eh?” he whispered while his invisible hands moved up and grabbed your waist, pulling you a little closer to him.

As you slid down your chair, you opened your eyes and looked down. Of course you couldn't see him and you really wondered how he had been able to look directly at you while you had been under the Cloaking charm, when you had absolutely no idea where his eyes were. You gingerly lowered your hands and felt around until your fingertips brushed against his messy hair. You followed the curve of his head downwards, then traced the side of his face carefully. When your fingers explored his cheeks and ghosted over his lips, you could feel him smile.

“I wish... I could see you...” you whispered barely audible.

To your utter surprise, he followed your wish and became visible right between your hands as he lifted the charm. You gasped softly, seeing his head so close to your stomach. He smiled – and you could see him do so – his brown eyes sparkling. Yet as much as you had wanted this, you realized how dangerous it was.

“Wait, what if someone sees you here?” you whispered urgently, looking around.

“No one will suspect a thing... if you keep quiet,” he said under his breath and gave you a disarming smirk.

You swallowed at his words. Then you nodded slowly and moved your hands to grip the armrests, watching him nestling between your legs. His eyes stayed on you as he leaned away and pressed his lips gently against your inner thigh. You couldn't help but flinch a little, even though you had seen it coming. His warm breath ghosted your skin and made you shiver deeply. As his hands traced around the curves of your legs all the way down to the back of your knees, you inhaled sharply.

“No tickling!” you hissed at him and saw him smirking widely. “That's not fair!”

He knew how sensitive you were and that information was both a blessing and a curse in the hands of Sebastian Sallow. You looked at him with pleading eyes and indeed he removed his hands from the hollow of your knees and brought them up to hook his fingers around the upper hem of your panties. You were not sure that would make it any easier to keep your noises down.

Instead of pulling down the fabric, his fingers skimmed the edge of the fabric all the way around your hips to your lower back, before gently feeling around and cupping your butt cheeks, pushing you upwards in your chair a little. You cleared your throat and shifted in your seat, and sure enough he moved his hands back around to slide down the outside of your thighs. His touches were excruciatingly slow and each of them caused you to breathe heavier.

He could have just fingered you like you had blown him, but no, he had to make a bloody show out of it as usual. Not that you were complaining, you really enjoyed his way of easing you into it, because at one point he would just snap and turn into this impatiently ravaging and passionately raging animal that you loved with all your being. He always put your pleasure before his and once you were a trembling mess, only then would he indulge in his own desires and let it all out, leaving you an even bigger trembling mess afterwards.

And with that knowledge in mind, you were really concerned about what might happen once he started his work on the more sensitive parts of your body. There was no way you could be seen like that, not in public, not in the sanctuary of this library. So you had to really force yourself to keep it down – and you knew it would be the toughest challenge yet.

His mouth was moving along the inside of your thigh now, gently kissing the soft skin, and you breathed deeply as you chewed on your lips. Before his face came close to the heat already radiating beneath the fabric of your underwear, he leaned back and looked at you, tilting his head with a smirk. You watched him closely, your eyes wandering over his face, drawing imaginary lines between his freckles.

You held his gaze and you didn't even notice him raising his hand until his fingers pressed firmly against your heat. A sudden whimper escaped you and you quickly put a hand on your mouth. You could feel him slide his fingertips teasingly against your panties, right between your folds, soaking up the wetness beyond. It really didn't take long for you to get aroused when you were with him. There was just something about him that instantly activated the waterworks down there.

You inhaled deeply and bit your lip, before looking around the room once more. The other students were still nose deep in their books and there was no movement about. It seemed safe – for now. When you looked back down between your legs, Sebastian was moving his hand upwards and drew slow circles around the bundle of nerves atop your slit. You flinched as the sensation hit you like an oncoming train. At least you didn't whimper this time.

You gripped the armrests again and focused on breathing slowly, in and out, in and out, just like the movement of his fingers as he simultaneously teased your clit and your folds through the damp fabric of your underwear. And all you wanted was to squirm and scream and relish in the pleasure, but you had to hold it down and it caused your entire body to shake under the sheer pressure of it.

He watched you fight your little fight against yourself. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked quietly, but you quickly shook your head. He nodded and continued the motions of his fingers with a smile on his lips, before he pressed them against your thigh again, slowly moving his head closer to your midst as he showered your skin with soft little kisses. You inhaled deeply and closed your eyes, leaning back in your chair, trying to relax.

But then you could feel his tongue poking at the sensitive skin where your thighs met the lower hem of your underwear and you exhaled against the whimper starting to form in your throat. His tongue was warm and wet and tickled you more than you had anticipated. He kept going, tracing the fabric downwards, leaving a burning film of saliva on your skin. You could feel his warm breath right against your wetness, despite the thin layer of fabric still in between.

He lowered his hands and replaced them with the tip of his nose as he moved his face slightly upwards, pressing it firmly against your panties – and then he inhaled deeply and you couldn't help but squirm in your seat, your thighs pressing tighter against him. Your face felt so incredibly warm, you were afraid it would melt right off your skull. With your hands on your cheeks, breathing heavily behind them, you felt the tension in your stomach grow with every passing heartbeat.

You could feel him chuckle against you, his low voice vibrating right through your core, and it only increased the shudder running through your body. He knew how much you liked his voice and what it did to you, and he would often use that to his advantage while it left you a whimpering shell of a person at most times. And even today, despite the risqué setting, he did just that as he started to hum against your folds, his mouth so close to the damp fabric and you could only imagine what it would be like if your damn panties weren't in the way, that hum would have pushed you right over the edge. (But why would have? You knew he wasn't done with you yet...)

In response to his dirty attempt to coax those moans out of you, you bucked your hips against him and saw him leaning back again, smirking up at you with dark eyes. You stared at him with your chest rising and falling fast, your breasts firm and tender behind the constraints of your shirt. Before you could gather your thoughts again, his hands had moved towards your hips and even though he had taken his time with you before, the way he was now pushing and pulling down your underwear was almost close to desperate.

You were barely able to raise your rear off the chair a bit for him to pull them down and then suddenly he had moved them over your knees and all the way down to your feet. You didn't even fully register that you were now pantyless on a chair in the library – that's how fast he got them off of you. When he picked them up and balled them in his hand, you blinked slowly. “I think I'm going to keep these for now,” he whispered – and only then did you realize what he meant.

Your face grew even hotter and he gave you a wink that made it so much worse. Your breaths became shallow, either from indignation or in anticipation of what was to come. Or perhaps embarrassment as he started to move closer once more, settling between your thighs, his eyes fixed on what he had just uncovered. You felt yourself squirming under his gaze, but he only grabbed your thighs and held you still, issuing a comforting “Shh!” as he kept looking at every inch of your exposed skin.

You'd never really liked it when he'd looked at you so closely, yet he would always assure you that he thought you were beautiful, all of you, and the more he told you that the more accepting you became of the fact. If he liked what he saw, then why not let him look, right? His eyes wandered up towards your face eventually and you could see a tiny splash of red on his cheeks, which in turn made you smile. He gave you a smirk and then moved his hand up, gently placing his palm on your lower stomach, slowly inching it closer to where you wanted him to touch you.

You inhaled deeply and held your breath, watching him intently as he slid the heel of his hand downwards against your most tender spot, carefully pressing against it. Your hips twitched in response, but you kept the noises down. He moved his palm in circles over your sensitive skin, observing every tiny reaction, from the furrowing of your brows, to the trembling of your lips and the needy, almost desperate look in your eyes. He saw it all and he catered to your desire by extending his thumb slowly before pressing it right on top of the throbbing bundle of nerves.

You sat up straighter and definitely had to fight back a moan by then, almost choking on the noise as you stared into his amused face. Your hands grabbed the armrests of your chair, and you were breathing so heavily, you were more than grateful that all other students were so fixated on their studies instead of noticing the shaking frame of a girl, who might just hold back laughter from all they knew, when in reality she was fighting the urge to scream.

Because he wouldn't just press his thumb against your clit, he started drawing circles around it, pushing past the folds, teasing it more and more. You pressed your lips together and arched your back (the creak of your chair echoing through the quiet room), your thighs twitching uncontrollably with every stroke of his thumb. The whimpers were ready to spill, but you forced them down by swallowing hard. Closing your eyes, however, wasn't the best idea.

Because now you felt his movements even more, and when he stopped massaging your nub, his finger slid down between your soft folds, right into your wetness, the slight squelching sound so loud in your ears, you had to open your eyes again and look around in fear of anyone having heard that.

But no one had and you looked down at the boy between your thighs, who was really focused on what he was doing. His index finger moved up and down your slick slit, you were so wet it was almost embarrassing. Yet that made it easier for him to move his fingertips towards your entrance and when he pushed one finger against you, he slipped in right away and you felt your walls clenching against the intrusion and your body quivering.

You had always admired his hands: long slender fingers, veins and tendons protruding just beneath the skin, shifting with every bending of his joints, his touches soft despite the slightly calloused skin. And the way he moved them, especially against and inside you, had always made your knees buckle. Luckily you were already sitting.

Your breaths became louder as he slowly worked his finger deeper, then started pumping it in and out, keeping it rather straight, until he did curl it and that tiny movement caused you to push against the table and scrape your chair backwards. You froze immediately – as did he. Your eyes moved around the room in panic, but no one cared about the sudden noise. When you looked back at Sebastian, he was also a little shaken, but quickly recovered and gave you a teasing smirk, before resuming the movement of his finger.

His free hand grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to the edge of the chair. He withdrew his finger after a moment, giving you the illusion that it was okay to relax, but then he pushed it back in and with it another finger that slipped inside just as easily. You gasped quietly and felt your walls clench around him once more as he pushed against them lightly, gently exploring your tight channel.

You breathed loudly through your nose and bit your lip, trying so hard not to get vocal, even though it was all you could think about. Your stomach tensed viciously as he started moving his fingers in and out, slowly at first, then quickly picking up the pace – and you could hear the noises of his movements as he sank deep into your slick over and over again. And it only got worse when he leaned his head closer, his breath hitting your sensitive skin, before he pressed his mouth firmly over your clit.

You inhaled sharply, your lips shut tightly, your entire body squirming and shaking against the sensations as he started swirling his tongue against your tender nub, licking and teasing it, poking and sucking on it – all the while his fingers kept pumping into your slit with more and more force. With your eyes squeezed shut, you took a shuddering breath and another one and then you were whimpering soundlessly, as he pushed you closer and closer towards the edge. And you were so close too.

Your walls clenched around him with every thrust of his fingers, your legs were twitching completely out of control now, to the point that they were either pushing against his shoulders or stomping harder and harder onto the ground – but you were past worrying about anyone hearing you now. You didn't care any more. He, on the other hand, did still seem to mind and with two quick shrugs he pulled your legs into the air and onto his shoulders, and you wrapped them tighter around his neck out of reflex, really burying his head between your thighs now.

You heard (and felt) him groan against you as he kept licking and sucking your clit while pumping his fingers into you, until all of a sudden he wasn't any more. He pulled his fingers out with a wet plop and leaned back and left your throbbing nub unattended as well, only to smack his mouth firmly between your wet folds, sinking deep into your slick, before you felt his tongue poking at your entrance.

You let out a real whimper this time and inhaled sharply to try your best at keeping it down at least a little bit, as your hands grabbed onto his hair under the table forcefully. Your heart was beating out of your chest and your entire body was shaking and quivering, and he just kept going. He was lapping at your wetness, swiping his tongue up and down your lower lips – and then he had the audacity to hum again. You arched your head back and groaned soundlessly as you bit down on your tongue.

His humming vibrated through you, causing every muscle to contract, and while your body spiralled upwards and beyond, closer to your release, as pleasure gnawed at every single fibre of your being, you felt his tongue slipping past your entrance and as deep inside as possible, with his face properly buried in your wetness. You felt him push it against your walls, until he started pumping it in and out fast, while simultaneously hollowing his cheeks to suck at your flesh.

You felt completely overwhelmed at this point and were barely able to hold yourself in the chair, if it wasn't for your legs wrapped around his neck, holding you in place. Your breaths were erratic, yet no air seemed to find its way past your throat any more as you felt more and more light-headed. And still he kept going and it was when he pressed his fingers against your clit again, forcefully rubbing it faster and harder, that you've had enough. You had to press a hand on your mouth as your release washed over you like a fucking tsunami.

There were stars dancing behind your eyelids that were quickly engulfed by the brightest light you had ever seen. You felt like you were floating. Without any control over your quivering body any more, you bucked your hips against his face, causing him to groan, and as your body grew rigid, you felt him shake beneath your twitching legs, before he leaned back, coughing quietly. You felt his hot breath, almost as fast as yours, on your sensitive skin.

Somehow you were able to open your eyes again and when you looked at him you noticed that his entire face was glistening. He raised an eyebrow when he met your gaze and you felt your cheeks burning up as you realized that he was covered in your wetness. You unhooked your legs from around his neck and put them back on the ground, even though they were still twitching badly, and sat up slightly in the chair again, before your hands found his face under the table and started wiping at his cheeks with an apologetic smile.

“Don't worry about it,” he whispered and watched you closely.

But you kept stroking his face gently while he started licking his lips, until your fingers brushed over his mouth and he kissed them softly, holding your gaze.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” he asked quietly, holding your hand close to his face.

You nodded silently, captivated by his gaze, before you forced yourself to look around. “And apparently no one else noticed the train wreck you turned me into,” you added with a smirk. Unless they had enjoyed the show quietly watching, you couldn't be sure – and frankly, you didn't care either. Your gaze wandered over the table and stopped as you saw the red apple on it. You smirked to yourself and grabbed it with your free hand.

“Here, you've earned this!” you whispered and held the apple out to him. He smirked back and picked it off your palm, rolling it between his fingers – before he grabbed it and pressed it tightly against your still slightly twitching wet folds.

You gasped in surprise and shame, your cheeks warming up yet again, as you watched him lick your slick off the apple before he bit into it with a loud crunch.

“Thanks,” he said with his mouth full and gave you a wink.

You shook your head and laughed silently, leaning back in your chair. He kept eating the apple while his free hand moved to pull down your skirt again, patting it gently as he moved back from between your legs, courteously pushing your knees back together. You saw him drawing his wand and before he vanished under the Disillusionment charm once more, he smiled at you.

“By the way, your panties are mine now,” he said quietly and pushed the balled up fabric into his pocket. “Thanks for the taste,” he added and gave you yet another wink that left you rather speechless. Before you could respond in any way, he cast the spell and vanished in front of your eyes.

His hand brushed your knee and then he was gone again. You remained sitting on the chair, dripping wet and shaking, but without a care in the world.

NOTES:

I once again tried my hand at writing more explicit smut (I'm still learning, so bear with me) and yet I couldn't bring myself to write cunt or pussy, I just hate (using) these words. I can't help it, it's not working for me. So I hope you enjoyed my many attempts at naming the thing.

Again I used the amazing Smut Thesaurus by @prurientpuddlejumper and also The Smut Writer’s Dictionary by @maybeeatspaghetti - so useful!

By the way, I included the apple because of @dingdongdick's Sebastian x Apple screenshots. I mean look at how he eats that fucking thing! How could I not >_>

If you've missed the link to part 1 before, here it is again:

(Read Part 1 here)

Pictures credit:

(Disclaimer: I am a hoarder of screenshots! And unfortunately I did not mark whose screenshots I "borrowed". So please, accept a list of my favorite screenshot providers of this fandom! <3 If you recognize your screen and are not on the list, please tell me, I'll add you right away!)

@dingdongdick @phinik @hogwartslegacypics @deathlysallows @purindaimaou @sinty2ek @shadesofgaunt

Thank you all (again) for your continuous services to fuelling our Sebastian obsession! I salute you!

[oliviacursebreaker]

HEIR OF BLOOD | Sebastian Sallow X FMC

There is no light without shadow and no shadow without light.

Geneva Irvine has never fit in, never felt quite normal, though she hadn't realized just how deep her differences went. Buried in her bones and waiting like a time bomb, there was a magic unknown to her family- and to her. Now unleashed and unrelenting, tragedy tore through her parents and five siblings, leaving her entirely alone in the world. Until Professor Fig's arrival.

Thrust into a world she didn't know existed, Geneva starts at Hogwarts as a fifth year. As she struggles to catch up to her peers, dark forces conspire around her. Nothing is as it seems, and no one can be trusted.

[ This story follows the basic outline of Hogwarts Legacy, beginning with the start of the MC's fifth year. Changes have been made because I can lol.

While most characters can be found within the Harry Potter canon and Hogwarts Legacy storyline, there will be some original characters throughout.

Majority of chapters will be told from Geneva's point of view, though there will be some throughout from different point of views, such as Sebastian's or Ominis's.

CW: This is a darker telling of Hogwarts Legacy and what will follow. There will be mature content in this work, including topics and description of death, blood/gore, depression, PTSD, grief, nudity/sexual content, and alcohol and drug use. Because of this, characters have been aged up. ]

Book 1 (this one, Heir of Blood) will detail the events of Hogwarts Legacy's main storyline, however there will be changes to the endings, characters, and reactions that I wished we could've gotten in game. I have plans for this to be a trilogy soooo ... buckle in! 

If you think you know the story of Hogwarts Legacy, this story will challenge every belief. 

and yes, Abigail Cowen IS Geneva Irvine.

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Hidden Intentions Chapter 3: Three Houses (Fiery romance with FMC x Sebastian x Ominis x Garreth) is going up tonight at midnight on WattPad. I'm super excited for this one! It's super spicy and fun. Read below for a sneak peak!

Sexual Content warning. Only 18+ pervies allowed beyond this line. 🔞(⁠╬⁠☉⁠д⁠⊙⁠)⁠⊰⁠⊹ฺ

(⁠;⁠;⁠;⁠・⁠_⁠・⁠) trying to lean into the heavier darker themes of this fanfic and actually really enjoying it, hope you guys do too?!?!

18+ only

Mature content

Multiple partners

Dom + Subs

Oral Sex

Voyeurism

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Spread open atop her throne, she turned to Sebastian, "Sallow, sit on the chaise and watch, if you touch yourself, you'll be punished, understood?" 

The brunette nodded and did as told, "Yes."  He hurried to the chaise as instructed and sat down, eagerly.

"Weasley, come hear and eat me up, you are only allowed to make me cum with your mouth, understood?" Dalia reached down in between her legs and spread herself open for the red head, the thrill of ordering the boys around made her slightly wet. 

Garreth nodded eagerly and nearly skipped to the bed crawling and between Dalia's legs with his tongue out and ready. The red head leaned in and placed his hands on her legs, he lapped her engorged flesh making Dalia quiver. From the corner of her eye, Dalia saw Sebastian clutching the chaise armrest. She ran her hands slowly up her abdomen towards her breasts and squeezed them eagerly, making herself groan. Under her Ominis squirmed and tightened his grip on her thighs. Garreth's tongue licked her needily, going around in circles and switching back to lapping her up. Dalia moaned and quivered again as she squeezed her nipples between her fingers. A sensation she'd learned long ago, she enjoyed.

"Hmm that's it Garreth, that feels good..." She praised the red head with his first name as he sucked on her clit. Hearing her call his name in pleasure, and praising him made his own hips twitch. He stuck his tongue inside her and moved it around in waves making her shake. "Ngggn don't stop Garreth, you're being such a good boy..." Ominis squirmed under her again, his hard cock twitched and hit the bottom of her pussy and Dalia reached  her first peak making her cum on Garreth's face. 

She looked up to the red head and smiled, "good job Weasley, now go and sit on the chaise. Sallow, take over Weasley's place." 

The two boys hurried and did as told. As Garreth sat down, he licked his lips and chin, savoring the taste of Dalia on his face. It was hard not to touch himself but he wanted the reward, whatever it may be. He realized he was rather enjoying being bossed around.