#Victor rookwood smut

[tamayula-hl]

Enjoy sitting with Daddy Rookwood

⚠️NSFW/Adults Only ⚠️All characters in this manga are adults ⚠️AI-based translation ⚠️If you cannot see my work, please tap the ALL-AGE button in the top right corner of the screen to switch to ADULTS!

Link to the picture in undercut.

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This manga contains adult material and is suitable only for mature people. Read with caution and discretion.

I present this picture to @ephemerasnape for her passion for Daddy! I love the composition Smut with these obscene parts hidden by the skirt 🙈

[ephemerasnape]

🔔HEAR YE, HEAR YE!*

My AUDIOS are now hosted on ao3! 💜🎩

For ease of access, and because I realized I have my own domain now, I am hosting all of my audios myself and posting them directly on ao3. All previous audio posts on ao3 have been updated to have the files embedded directly rather than linking to tumblr.

This will make it easier for everyone to bookmark their favorites!

If you're not familiar with any of these, most of them are x f!listener. No use of Y/N or MC but you are MC most of the time. It's safer to assume they are all adult-oriented although there are some exceptions. DR = Daddy Rookwood

➔ Victor Rookwood Shorts - DR x You

A Big Day - x MC A Bone to Pick - x MC All in a Day's Work - x Ashwinder Just a Little Blood - x MC Daddy's Pleasure - x You (GN) Dirty Talk - x You

➔ Bred by Victor Rookwood - DR x You

➔ Rookwood's Revenge - DR & Ashwinders x You/MC

➔ Goblin Supremacy

Goblin Supremacy - Ranrok x You/MC, DR My Little Angel - DR x You/MC

➔ The Rookwood Gang

Comeuppance - Ashwinders/Poachers x You/MC A Wicked, Wicked Man - DR x You/MC

➔ Captured by Rookwood - DR x You/MC

➔ Epic Rap Battle - Rookwood vs. Aesop Sharp

➔ Bait & Switch - Sebastian, Ominis & DR

➔ Welcome to Hogsmeade - DR x You/MC

➔ At the Mercy of Macnair - Poacher Stalker x You/MC

➔ The Pledge - DR & Silvanus Selwyn x You/MC

➔ Rookwood's Revenge - DR & Ashwinders x You/MC

➔ Battle Royal at Horntail Hall - Poppy Sweeting &/x? Poacher Stalker

➔ The Rookwood Gang - Ashwinders & DR x You/MC

➔ Harlot of the Highlands - Poacher Executioner x You/MC

➔ Sebastian & Ominis Shorts - Various

A Moment Alone - Sebastian and a surprise guest Talk to Me - Ominis x You/MC Bait and Switch - Sebastian & Ominis, Victor Rookwood Sebastian's Pleasure - Sebastian x You (GN)

➔ Today's the Day - Dark!Seb & Ominis x You/MC

and last but not least...

➔ Miscellaneous

Battle Royal at Horntail Hall - Poppy Sweeting x Poacher Pigtails' Revenge - Piers Pemberton x GN!Listener Epic Rap Battle - Victor Rookwood vs. Aesop Sharp The Sexual Obsession Iceberg - Various

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[slytherinsomniari]

Deal With The Devil| Victor Rookwood x F! Reader

Pairing: Victor Rookwood x F! Reader

Summary: 4 years after you graduated from Hogwarts, you have an unexpected reunion with a former enemy and make a monumental decision.

Word Count: 2829

Themes: Smut, overstimulation, fingering, slightly public indecency

A/N: I do still struggle with dialogue, both with adding more of it and with making sure it fits the character. I hope that with time, my writing will be a lot better than it is so I could make fanfics that are good both for me and for the readers. I did get inspired by other Rookwood fics but I really hope its not too similar to the point of plagiarism. If it is, I will gladly take it down. (Sorry for the cliché title lol)

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Upon your first meeting with Victor Rookwood, you had been intrigued by him from the moment you saw him. He had a certain charm to him, one that was certainly aided by his sleazy yet fashionable attire. There was something in his voice you liked as well. Maybe it was the way he said things in a playful yet serious tone, making him both intimidating and enthralling. When you had dealt a huge blow to his crew in your fifth year, you were disappointed to see him leave but at the time you were too busy trying to stop Ranrok from getting the last repository and destroying wizardkind to really think about it.

 Suffice it to say, you were not prepared nor expecting to meet him 4 years after you had graduated from Hogwarts. You had become an official Keeper and were now working on getting a position at Hogwarts–specifically in the library as it allowed you to learn even more about magic and the world surrounding you. He approached you as you were on your way out of the Three Broomsticks, just as you were saying goodbye to your friends. You were walking away from the pub through one of the side streets when a voice called out to you.

“Y/N was it? What a lovely name for a lovely girl.” You turn towards the source of the voice and find none other than Victor Rookwood. Despite the years, he looked as if he hadn’t aged a day since your first encounter. Meeting him in Hogsmeade was ironic and brought back memories from your first encounter with him. You were younger then and more naive and new to the world of magic, but now, you have changed. You were much stronger now and were not cowed by those who threatened others.

Prowling around you, you feel his eyes pierce your soul. Why is he so interested in me? Is he still after the ancient magic I’m protecting? I sealed it away though…unless he wants to take it back and gain more power than he ever had before?

“What do you want, Rookwood?” You ask sternly, pulling out your wand. Despite your interest in him, for reputation’s sake you had to at least pretend that you outright despised the man–which wasn’t that hard considering all the terrible crimes he’s done.

“Victor,” He replies, glancing your way. “Call me Victor. We’re not strangers now, are we?”

You hesitate for a moment but press on, “Well, Victor?”

“It has come to my attention that we have not been quite as honest with each other as we should have been when we first met.” He gives you a knowing look and continues, “It has been a while, but don’t think I didn’t notice your…longing glances you threw my way all those years ago.”

Flushing and in shock, you try to stutter out a rebuttal but nothing coherent forms.

Chuckling he comments, “No need to worry, your secret is safe with me. I was thinking we could discuss a little transaction that would be for our mutual benefit.”

Approaching you, he took advantage of your frozen state by grabbing your hand and taking your wand away, storing it in one of the wand pockets in his coat. You felt almost naked without it and as you realized what he was doing and tried to get it back, he merely tutted as he put it away, saying, “Come come, that would not be in your best interest dear.”

Without waiting for you to respond, he pulls you into an abandoned alleyway, not too far from the streets but far enough to where no one will see you. Struggling with his pace, you try to keep up when you are suddenly thrown against a wall. You let out a whimper upon impact and do not see him approach you until it is already too late. He surrounds your field of vision entirely, making it impossible to look anywhere else but him. His chest is right in front of you, leaving you free to see his partially unbuttoned shirt and his pale yet slightly sun weathered skin poking out from underneath. It is so deliciously close but Victor springs into action before your thoughts could lead you further astray. With one movement, he pins your arms above your head with one hand, locking you in place and forcing your back to arch and press yourself against him. You struggle to get your arms loose but he doesn’t budge. It is a constant battle between your emotions, torn between wanting him and wanting to escape and pretend nothing had happened. Although both sides struggled equally, one side was quickly winning. 

He grabs your waist with his other calloused hand and, giving up on all sense of propriety, you pull one leg out and latch onto him. His body is flushed against yours, with his erect member prodding through his clothing at your entrance. He grinds into you, making you moan. You shut your mouth in an instant, not wanting to be heard. He rocks his hips into yours, yours promptly responding to his touch. Your eyes become lidded with desire and the craving for complete intimacy with him. 

Victor grinds slowly but purposely, drawing out your response whether you wanted it or not. He moves his head towards your ear and says seductively, “This is but a mere taste of what I have to offer. The question is, how bad do you want it?”

His voice is that of the devil’s, you can be sure of that. You find yourself increasingly becoming hypnotized by him and the mixing of your long-held desire for him. You knew it was wrong and that he was the enemy, but how could something so bad feel so good? With the way your body was responding, you knew it was already too late to run away. The only thing you could do now is give in and receive the pleasure that he had promised.

He lifts up your skirt with the other hand and lowers it towards your drawers, feeling your throbbing area. You part your legs to give him room, which he takes advantage of by teasing you. He rubs circles on your clit, eliciting a shudder from you. You want him to put his finger, his dick, anything in you at this point. He continues to tease you, running his fingers over your clit. His fingers slightly graze your entrance, sending electricity through your body and making you buck into him, barely suppressing a moan. Victor smirks and you pant heavily, already in the midst of pleasure. At the sudden impact of his finger partially going inside you, you let out a loud moan. He removes his hand from your arms and puts it over your mouth, attempting to muffle your sounds so your time wouldn’t end just yet.

He slides his finger all the way in and moves it around. You want to pull him to you but even though he isn’t restraining you, you don’t have enough strength to do so. Instead, you place your hands on his chest and grip his shirt, keeping him in place and attempting to make yourself a bit more steady. Soon one finger became two and both fingers worked their magic on you, inducing more muffled moans from you. After all of the teasing, you let out a whimper as you unexpectedly cum, feeling it cover Victor’s hand.  

As you come to, you can hear more and more people in the surrounding area, leaving the two of you vulnerable and more likely to be noticed. He notices it as well and disengages from you, slowly removing his hand from inside of you and backing off. Taking a handkerchief out from his pocket, he wipes the fluid off and assesses you before speaking.

“How about we go somewhere...quiet to discuss our business?”

Victor grabs you and quickly disapparates with you, taking you Merlin knows where. Once you feel land beneath your feet, you take the opportunity to look around you. On the horizon you could see glittering water and once you looked further down, you could see the beach. The sea is close by and you seem to be on a hilly path leading down towards the beach. He leads you down the path and soon you can see a stone cottage by the seaside.Tannish-grey in hue, you can see that it’s a spacious cottage–and a quite costly one at that.

Once you arrive at the doorstep of the cottage, he opens the door for you and, feeling your heartbeat increase causing it to nearly jump out of your chest, you enter. He closes the door behind you and locks the door, trapping you in there with him. In the middle of nowhere in Scotland. This should frighten you but it doesn’t. Instead, you are greatly excited by it, craving his touch more than you thought you would. Taking your time, you take a look around you as you take in your new surroundings.

Inside, there is a kitchen directly to the left with a long, rectangular table with chairs around it and to the right is the living room with a fireplace and sofa parallel to it with chairs by the sides of the walls. Before you could think about exploring the other areas the cottage had to offer, Victor clears his throat. Clearly taking his time and observing your reaction, he gazes at you with not so hidden desire and with a knowing look. He had never taken anyone to the cottage before. It was his secret hideout and getaway when he wanted peace and quiet away from his men. It was a place where he could escape the more grimy lifestyle he created for himself and live in a more respectable manner that his family name suggested. Although this time, he was there for a not so respectable reason.

Grabbing your arm once more, he leads you up the stairs to his room which is low-lit and decently sized, with a desk with countless papers strewn about and a bed near the center wall of the room. There is a dresser and a few bookshelves lining the room, making it feel cozy and lived-in. While you are trying to burn his room into your memory, he closes the door behind you and approaches. He comes up from behind you and puts his right hand on your shoulder, slowly rubbing it and letting his hand run down your arm. 

“Now my dear, there will be no more interruptions. Where were we?”

Flushing, you can feel your vagina pulse in anticipation and begin to quiver. You had already experienced a rush of pleasure in the alleyway but now you are going to experience the pinnacle of it in complete isolation from the world where time would mean nothing. No one would be able to get between you and the mere thought of that excites you further.

“The method of our transaction has not properly been discussed, though there is but one option. Give yourself to me. Give yourself to me and I will show you a world of carnal pleasure. You may refuse, but either way I will have my way with you.”

His words ring in your ears and cause a fire to erupt within your body. Mute and frozen, you can do nothing as he approaches you from the front and grabs at your clothing. He starts to unbutton your shirt and as he gets to your skirt, he drags it off of you slowly, his fingers lingering on the garment as he teases you once more and takes your bloomers down with it. He unlaces your corset, his nimble fingers performing with such ease as if he had done it countless times before. As your corset loosens and falls to the ground, he tosses your shirt off to the side, leaving you in just a chemise. You shiver, both due to the cold and in anticipation for what comes next. 

Glancing at the near naked state of you, Victor is hardly able to contain his mounting desire for you. He grabs onto your chemise with force, tearing it off of you and permanently damaging the garment as it is thrown off. You are now fully naked and gasp at the feeling of the cold air hitting your skin. Standing still, you find your senses on fire as you stand on the cusp of having your every wish fulfilled.

“Well? What do you say?” He asks in a near whisper as his eyes do a cursory glance over your body.

Placing his hand underneath your chin and tilting your head towards him, he murmurs,”Let me in.”

Sucking in a breath, you shakily exhale and respond with “Yes.”

He smirks, knowing he’s got you in the palm of his hand and could make you do anything for him. Releasing you from his grip, he watches as you hazily walk towards the bed and get on top of it, the springy mattress bouncing as you do. Laying flat on your back, you shiver and part your legs, eager for the pleasure that was promised. You could feel his eyes taking in the sight of you in the dim lighting, relishing the effect he’s had on you. He quickly undresses himself, unable to resist your expression and visible desire. The bed shifts with his weight as he gets on top of you, the full weight of him pressed against you. His legs rest on either side of you, arms by your head as he gets himself into position. You can feel his penis press against your entrance and find yourself unable to suppress a shudder.

“Please…” You beg, unable to take it any longer. He complies and thrusts fully into you–hard. The sheer force of his thrust sends jolts through your body, causing you to moan loudly. He was not going easy on you but you didn’t care. All you wanted was him, and that’s exactly what he was giving you. Your arms encircle his body and bring him closer to you. Feeling his muscled body lie against yours, you tighten your grip on his back as he growls and thrusts harder and harder into you. Seeing him focused on pounding into you relentlessly, you grab his face and plant a long and lustful kiss onto his lips. It begins in a calm manner, your lips softly mingling with his, but once Victor takes control it becomes more and more intense. You moan into the kiss, arousing him even further. 

In response to this, he brings his mouth to your neck and bites down, sucking on it and creating a hickey that you would definitely have to cover afterwards. You yelp, feeling the mixture of both pain and pleasure and bask in it. Your nipples, already hardened, rub against his chest, overstimulating you and sending lighting through your body as he creates multiple hickeys along your neck and shoulder. With your body quaking, you feel a tingling sensation as you reach your orgasm. His eyes flick to yours as he feels your body tremble beneath him. 

“Good girl” He lustfully chuckles as you buck your hips into his and release all over him. Your fluids coat him and give him more lubrication, allowing him to thrust easily into you with what should have been a sickening squelch but brought you pleasure instead. Feeling himself about to climax, he speeds up and with one final rough thrust, he spills himself into you. You can feel the mixture of both of your fluids inside you, trailing out on your legs and onto the bed. 

The two of you lie breathless and panting next to each other, allowing your bodies to recover from the whirlwind of desire he had put you two through. Turning on your side, you face him with an exhausted grin and nuzzle into him. He turns towards you and moves a strand of your hair behind your ear, remarking, ”Perhaps I should have bargained with you sooner had I known you would be so pliable”

“I would have given in sooner had I known you felt the same way, Victor”

“Well then, our next business venture shall have to incorporate more...unique methods into our bargain. Something more punishing perchance.”

He looks into your eyes and you see a lingering hunger in his eyes that hasn’t gone away yet. If this was just the beginning, you wonder how much further he could toy with you until you broke completely. It is a thrilling thought, one that you are eagerly waiting to realize when you are under his sway once more. He playfully nips at your ear and you giggle. He kisses you on the neck and wraps an arm around you, allowing you to fall into a peaceful slumber, wrapped comfortably in the arms of your former enemy. 

[jecksaa]

Masterlist

Ao3: Jecksa Links for my fics are below. I will update as I post All my fics are MDNI 18+ In the Shadow of What If? - Long fic - Sebastian SallowxLauren Horrow (my mc) All chapters out can be found here Dial Drunk - Sebastian Sallow x F!MC Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Once A Coward - Duncan Hobhouse x Cassie Blanc (F!OC) Chapter One One Shots Forbidden Frolic - Sebastian Sallow x F!MC A Ghostly Touch - Richard Jackdaw x F!MC A Sacrifice - Sebastian Sallow Solo A Ray of Sunshine - Ominis Gaunt x F!MC Not His Idea - Victor Rookwood x F!OC Alone Time - Ominis Gaunt Solo He Tried His Best - Leander Prewett x Saoirse Ryan (F!MC) A Lover of Literature - Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader Insert Carpe Diem - Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader Insert

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A version of this drawing with Ominis, but with Rookwood 🎩

@rookwoodswife

Uncensured here [Twitter] 🔞

[radical-ghostface]

Ranrok - All that power wasted on a whiny, mopey do-gooder. God, I could eat her eyeballs.

Rookwood - Our plans for MC are a little more long-term than that. But if you can't help yourself, then by all means, be my guest.

Ranrok - You're fun for a human.

[yunaatay]

[lara-kaminari]

Masterlist ♡

Ao3: Lara_Kaminari

Sebastian Sallow:

- What he wants - +18 / Dark!Sebastian Sallow / Rape/Non-con Elements / Graphic Depictions Of Violence. ONE-SHOT.

- The serpent and his forbidden fruit - +18 / IN PROGRESS

- The benefits of the modern era - +18/ ONE-SHOT / Explicit Language / AU University / Fantasize.

Ominis Gaunt:

- Another person in the room - +18 / Light Angst / Non-Consensual Voyeurism / Semi-Public Sex / Minor SebastianxMC. ONE-SHOT.

- The decisions we make - +18 / Angst / Infidelity / Explicit Sexual Content / Explicit SebastianxMC

- The serpent and his forbidden fruit - +18 / IN PROGRESS

- Mr. Gaunt - +18 / One-shot / Explicit Sexual Content

- The Winner takes it all - One Shot / Angst

Victor Rookwood:

- A fair exchange - +18 / Kinks / Explicit Sexual Content /Dubious Consent / Age Difference / Plot What Plot/Minor Sebastian×MC. ONE-SHOT.

- Don't worry - +18 / Gangbang / Bukkake / Dubious Consent/ Degradation / Creampie/ Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Lucan Brattleby:

- Eight years - +18/ Age Difference/ Forbidden Love / Teacher-Student Relationship / Alternate Universe - Student×Teacher / Older Woman×Younger Man. ONE-SHOT.

Poachers | Ashwinders:

- Don't worry - +18 / Gangbang / Bukkake / Dubious Consent/ Degradation / Creampie/ Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

[whizzing-fizzbee]

Darling, Dear

Sebastian Sallow x Ominis Gaunt x F!OC

Rating: Explicit 18+, MDNI (smut, profanity), all characters are adults Words: 5,333 Tags: throuple, threesome, roommates, friends to lovers, third person POV

Summary: Years ago, Sebastian Sallow and Ominis Gaunt mutually agreed that the new fifth year girl was off limits, despite crushes that grew into love. Five years later, the trio of best friends has moved into a townhome together. She loves both men equally, so why not allow them both to love her back?

Notes: Thank you to the anon who requested this! My first threesome. 🥲 Anon asked for a good ol' throuple/threesome in which Sebastian and Ominis are both in love with MC and convince her to be with them both. Characters are post-Hogwarts adults.

Read on AO3 or below the cut.

Ominis Gaunt scowled across the room. The only thing more crimson than the tip of his glowing wand was his fury as he sensed Sebastian Sallow murmuring quietly in their mutual friend’s ear.

Nevermind the music that carried from a charmed phonograph or the clusters of bodies that chatted animatedly throughout the room; Ominis didn’t need to hear. He could feel Sebastian’s words. They were laden with flirtation and desire. 

Ominis waited until Sebastian was alone to call him out. He cornered his freckled friend near the doorway and hissed in his ear.

“We agreed she’s off limits,” Ominis growled quietly. Sebastian sighed through his nose.

“There’s nothing wrong with some harmless banter,” he murmured quietly in response. 

“Harmless banter? Seemed awfully sexually charged to me.”

Sebastian snorted. “Sexually charged? Ominis, you can’t even see. How could you possibly tell that?”

“From the way her breath hitched. From the way her back and posture straightened. From the way the heat began radiating from her.”

“You can tell all that from your wand?” Sebastian muttered. 

“Don’t test me, Sebastian,” Ominis warned. “She’s off limits. We may be in a new living situation, but our agreement from fifth year still holds.”

Ominis was referring to a mutual gentlemen’s agreement he and Sebastian had made when they were fifteen. Back then, it was all harmless, good-natured fun. They both had crushes on the new fifth-year girl, a striking beauty named Arabella Andrews. Little did they know their lives would become permanently intertwined with hers by the time their fifth year ended.

Arabella and her ancient magic entranced damn everyone to cross her path. But Sebastian and Ominis were the ones lucky enough to earn the title of her closest friends. But it was much deeper than friendship. The trio became bound by an unspeakable bond rooted in mutual love, trust and trauma.

Now, five years later, the trio remained omnipresent in one another’s lives; so much so, that they were moving under one roof. It was unorthodox and even a bit unbecoming to the outside world; two single, young men moving in with a single, young lady. But to them, it made all the sense in the world. The three could retreat to the quiet, private confines of their new home free from judgment or prying eyes.

Now an adult, Ominis had escaped his family’s cruel and overbearing clutches to become the youngest member of the Ministry of Magic Wizengamot. Sebastian, now a cursebreaker, sold his Uncle Solomon’s old cottage in Feldcroft with no intention of ever returning to such a sordid place. And Arabella had become an auror, intent on using her ancient magic for good while she acclimated to adulthood.

Finally, they were free. No more goblin rebellions or ancient relics. No more cursed relatives – Anne Sallow’s curse was lifted when Arabella killed Victor Rookwood. No more darkness to consume the light the trio so desperately wanted and deserved.

But the little unspoken agreement among two-thirds of the trio remained. Sebastian and Ominis still spent their days eyeing their female friend with far more than adolescent curiosity. Schoolboy crushes had morphed into love. Stolen glances became bedroom eyes. The gentle brush of fingers became laced with longing and lust.

It was becoming impossible for either man to ignore their irrepressible obsessions with their closest friend.

They certainly tried. Sebastian had bedded half of Hogwarts, it seemed, before he began dating Violet McDowell for two years. But she grew tired of his unconventional friendship with Arabella, impatient for a diamond ring she’d never wear, and gave him an ultimatum. Sebastian chose Arabella without a second thought. 

Meanwhile, Ominis had indulged his family’s attempts at continuing their bloodline. They arranged a handful of relationships for him, but none came to any fruition. Ominis had no desire to wed any of the women they picked; all as equally cruel and ignorant, obsessed with blood status as his parents. Once he finally split from the Gaunt family for good, he decided he had no desire to create any kin with such sinister blood.

But as Arabella’s choice of suitors seemed to become insurmountable, Sebastian and Ominis watched in agony. Men of all backgrounds and intentions tripped over their own feet for a shot at Arabella. She was objectively beautiful, but her character – so full of energy and charisma – was the magnet that made men latch onto her in any way they could. She was the Ministry’s rising star, her arrest numbers far surpassing her peers. 

She was strong, clever and sharp, interesting enough to keep people watching for more. Everyone wanted a piece of Arabella Andrews, but she was reluctant to dish herself out so sufficiently.

Her latest flame had been a professional quidditch player by the name of Alastair Wood. Wood was the Montrose Magpies’ latest hotshot, a Seeker destined to be named the league’s Rookie of the Year.

But after three months of courtship, Arabella had deemed Alastair too arrogant and selfish. She broke things off with him and merely shrugged when she delivered the news to her friends, insisting that she didn’t need a husband to complete her place in life. Instead, Arabella sought comfort from Sebastian and Ominis, which was how the trio ended up purchasing a stately three-bedroom townhome on the outskirts of Muggle London together.

“It makes perfect sense!” Arabella had declared when she first presented the idea. “I only wish we’d done it sooner. I guess the notion never came to me since we all thought Sebastian was going to marry Violet.”

Now, the boxes were all unpacked and the decorations were in place – all Arabella’s doing, of course. They were spending the evening with friends, showing off their new home while also celebrating Arabella’s 20th birthday.

She was radiant tonight, clad in a slinky dress that seemed to cling to every curve for dear life. Her hair was pinned in a half-up and she wore a simple silver necklace that once belonged to Miriam Fig. 

Sebastian and Ominis watched as she danced with Leander Prewett. Ominis’ knuckles tightened and whitened around the handle of his wand. Sebastian shifted from one foot to the other, unable to remain still as his jealousy threatened to lash out.

“Is she drunk?” Ominis asked as they listened to Arabella cackle loudly at something Leander had said. 

“No, she’s barely had any champagne, actually,” Sebastian muttered. “She’s just… happy.”

“She cannot possibly be that happy over Leander Prewett’s presence,” Ominis said bitterly. “Anyone but him.”

“At least it’s not Puffskein Duncan. Didn’t he get mauled by a Venomous Tentacula recently?” Sebastian asked.

“Something like that. Perhaps we can poison Prewett.”

“I thought we said we wouldn’t meddle in her romantic affairs.”

“We did – but I refuse to allow those affairs to include the likes of Prewett.”

“You might actually hate him more than me,” Sebastian mused. 

“Only because he thinks he has a shot with her. What were the two of you flirting about anyway?” Ominis asked curiously.

“Nothing of substance,” Sebastian answered. “Honestly, she was asking me when it would be a suitable time to kick all the guests out and I made some crass joke about her rushing people out so we could get into bed.”

Ominis chuckled. “Funny,” he said quietly as Arabella twirled from Leander to Amit Thakkar. “She’s got a room full of eager, adoring men waiting to fall at her feet, yet she just wants to sit by the fire with us every night.”

Sebastian mulled over Ominis’ words quietly, his eyes still following Arabella around the room. Ominis could sense the thoughts sloshing around in Sebastian’s brain, and he waited patiently to hear of his friend’s next grand endeavor. Nothing was ever static when it came to Sebastian Sallow.

“What if that really is all she wants?” Sebastian finally asked quietly. Ominis opened his mouth to ask for clarification, but Sebastian was already steering him away from the party. The men retreated to the bottom of the staircase, away from the music and keen partygoers.

“Sebastian, what’s this about?” Ominis sighed.

Sebastian turned to face his friend, his features narrowed into a serious expression. “You said it yourself,” Sebastian started. “She only ever wants to be around us. And you and I have only ever really wanted her. What if we could arrange all that?”

“Sebastian…” Ominis warned. He didn’t want to like where this was headed, but he was also curious… or desperate.

“Think about it,” Sebastian said, his eyes glinting with all the possibilities. “We both love her and have spent years in misery pining after her from a distance to preserve our own friendship. But what if… what if we could both have her.”

Ominis stilled. It was a preposterous proposal… right? Surely it would ruin the friendship for all three; not to mention the impropriety of such an arrangement. They’d be outcasts, judged for such barbaric behavior if people found out.

But did Ominis really care? Sebastian clearly didn’t. Sebastian didn’t have anything to lose, except Arabella. And Ominis… well, neither did he, now that he severed all ties with his family.  

Surely Arabella would care, though, right? She was popular and adored. She’d never taint her name with such lewd nonsense. But both men also knew her well enough to be sure that if there was one trait that Arabella possessed, it was the refusal to care what others think.

Maybe it wasn’t such an outlandish idea after all.

“So you’re saying we could… share her?” Ominis finally asked. “Sebastian, she’s not a toy.”

“I know that,” Sebastian said. “And we would never treat her as such. We’d both give her the love and care she deserves. And in return, we both get to have her.”

A flush crept up the back of Ominis’ neck, a rare display of nerves from the usually composed blond. “And you’d be willing to- to share her like that with me?” he asked.

“With you? Yes. With anyone else? No,” Sebastian replied simply.

Ominis considered his response. He didn’t want to admit it, but he felt the same. Sebastian adored Arabella just as much as he did. And though Sebastian had a history of royally fucking up in life, Ominis had witnessed his best friend morph from a misguided teen into a man who understood that he’d received a rare second chance at life.

Ominis didn’t trust anyone else with someone as precious to him as Arabella. But Sebastian understood that, because he loved her too.

“Even if I did agree to this, there’s no way in hell she will,” Ominis said. “She’s too…”

“Just say it, Ominis. She’s too good for the both of us and that’s the real reason neither of us has ever pursued her,” Sebastian said bluntly.

It was true. Ominis’ blood was tainted by poison – a bloodline that carried a history of hatred and harm. Sebastian’s past was contaminated by dark magic and the ultimate sin. But they were only human. Who could blame them for falling in love with someone as lively as Arabella?

But she wasn’t pure either. She’d killed too, though her sins were for the greater good of wizardkind. She’d failed to stop Sebastian amid his descent into dark magic, and it nearly ruined both of their lives. And then she chose to keep his secret rather than turn him in. She was complicit, too. She simply sinned differently from them.

All three were tarnished goods, dealt cruel cards from life’s unfair deck. 

“What if she’s horrified by such a proposal?” Ominis asked. “What if she hates us for it?”

“She could never hate us, Ominis,” Sebastian reasoned. “She loves us.”

“Still, is it worth risking our friendship?”

“We could lose her anyway,” Sebastian said. “Either we lose her for trying to love her, or we lose her to someone else. I’d rather lose her knowing I tried.”

That was the only convincing point he needed to make. Still, Ominis’ nerves made him hot and anxious. “So how do we approach the subject? And how do we… what do we… how do we do this?”

“I think we just need to outright tell her,” Sebastian said. “We don’t force her, and there’s no hard feelings if she says no. We promise to drop it and never speak of it again. And then if she agrees to it, we should establish some ground rules.”

“Rules, yes,” Ominis agreed. “Alright.”

Waiting for the party to end was excruciating. Sebastian paced next to the party table of food while Ominis sat and fidgeted on a sofa. Finally, when the last guest said farewell, both men exhaled a breath they’d been holding for hours.

“Okay,” Arabella said tactfully as she sauntered into the living room with her hands on her hips. “What’s wrong with the two of you? Something happened, didn’t it? You’ve been shying away from people all night.”

Sebastian snuck a glance at Ominis, who stared at nothing. They hadn’t discussed the finer details of their proposal, like where to start, or even when to start. Ominis decided to let Sebastian take the lead, given this was his grand idea in the first place.

“No time like the present, I guess,” Sebastian muttered. He crossed the room to hook an arm around Arabella’s waist. “Did you have a good birthday, darling?” 

“I did,” Arabella answered, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. “But now I want to know what the two of you are on about.”

“We both have something to discuss with you,” Sebastian said. “It’s a… birthday surprise, if you will. It’s in your bedroom.”

Sebastian wasn’t sure where this sudden surge in nerves came from. Perhaps it was the enticing dress Arabella was wearing, or maybe it was because he’d had an extra glass of champagne. 

“My bedroom?” Arabella mused. “Sebastian, if you wanted to get me in bed, all you had to do was ask.”

“Precisely, my darling.”

Ominis nearly laughed at the irony of it all. Instead, he swayed nervously in his seat as Arabella’s cheeks flushed.

“Sebastian, what’s this about?”

“Perhaps we should sit,” Sebastian suggested, guiding Arabella to the sofa next to Ominis. She became wedged between the two men once Sebastian sat on her other side, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. Arabella continued to appear baffled by their behavior.

“You know we love you, right?” Sebastian asked softly, one hand resting on top of Arabella’s.

“Of course,” she replied. “And I love the two of you as well.”

“But you know we really love you, right? More than just as kindred spirits or fellow Slytherins?” Sebastian continued.

“Wh-what do you mean?” 

“We’re in love with you,” Sebastian answered. “Both of us. Equally.”

“Wh-what? Are you drunk?” Arabella asked incredulously.

“No, my dear,” Ominis finally interjected. “We’re both very sober and probably very big fools for this.”

“You’re in on this too?” Arabella asked. Ominis nodded.

“We were thinking,” Sebastian pressed. “We’re both in love with you and you don’t seem to be too enthralled by any of your suitors. And now that we’re all three under one roof, we just thought maybe this would be a good chance to explore more depths to our relationship.”

“Our relationship?” Arabella deadpanned. “As in, the three of us?”

“Yes, darling.”

Arabella blinked as the weight of the suggestion settled within her. “And you’re being serious?”

“Absolutely. We talked, and we’re tired of watching these other blokes waste their time and yours. We both love you and are willing to share that love with you – equally,” Sebastian explained.

“You want to share me,” Arabella said, her bashful cheeks now crimson. “As my lovers… You both want to share me in a relationship.”

“Only as much as you want to be shared, dear,” Ominis assured. “And only as much as you want to give. You call the shots here.”

“I call the shots,” Arabella repeated slowly, each of her emotions clashing for control. 

She didn’t know what to make of such an unusual, unforeseen proposal. Never in her wildest fantasies had she envisioned the notion of having both men she loved. In her daydreams, they took turns as her lover. Having them both had seemed so forbidden – until now.

The heat emanating from the fireplace could only be rivaled by the heat spreading between Arabella’s legs. 

“So the two of you… you’d share me as lovers,” Arabella said carefully. “Like in the bedroom and in life?” Both men nodded their confirmations. “And you’re okay with that – with sharing? I mean, Sebastian, I know you can get jealous-”

“If it was anyone else, the answer would be no,” Sebastian cut in. “But I trust Ominis. The two of you are the only people I trust.”

“And vice-versa,” Ominis added.

“And me too,” Arabella admitted. “I only trust the two of you… and I only love the two of you. I just never thought I could have you both, so it seemed easier to refrain.”

“We understand what you mean,” Ominis said. “We made a deal our fifth year that you were off limits. But now… now it’s becoming impossible.”

“And we promise we’ll stop the moment you say so,” Sebastian said. “In bed and in this arrangement as a whole. We won’t do anything you don’t want. But if you want us both, we’re both willing to be yours.”

Arabella’s breath hitched. The two men she loved and desired were both offering themselves to her in any way she wanted. The power was more alluring than any ancient magic.

“Okay,” she breathed. The fireplace crackled with renewed life. “When do we start?”

“That’s up to you,” Sebastian said gently, though his hands were shaking and his chest heaved with bewildered excitement. She was actually saying yes, he realized.

Arabella shifted in her seat, her thighs pressed together to address the ache between them. Sebastian and Ominis waited with bated breath.

“Can we start now? I mean, it is my birthday, after all.”

Sebastian was on his feet without hesitation. Ominis, still stunned by her willingness to be split between two men, rose slowly as Arabella giggled.

“My room, then?” she asked.

“Whatever you want, dear,” Ominis replied.

When the trio reached the bottom of the staircase, they stopped and shared a glance.

“Sebastian, you’ll go first,” Arabella ordered. “Up the stairs, and with me.”

Sebastian nearly tripped on the first step. “R-Really?”

“Yes,” Arabella said as she followed him, taking Ominis’ hand to guide him behind herself. “You’re the impatient one. I fear if you go second, you won’t make it.”

Sebastian huffed with indignation but the glint in his eye revealed his excitement. Ominis remained quiet as his brain continued to process the absurd scene unfolding among them. He smiled quietly as he trailed behind Arabella.

Once they reached her bedroom, Arabella motioned the men to the bed. She sat between them on the edge, her heart pumping into overdrive as they both stared at her with lust.

“Undress me,” she whispered.

Both men reached for a dress strap, slipping one strap off her shoulders in unison. The neckline of her dress dipped, revealing her plush, full breasts. Sebastian exhaled audibly at the sight while Ominis patiently waited.

“Ominis,” Arabella said softly as she reached for his hand with understanding. He couldn’t see her beauty but he could feel it. She placed the palm of his hand against her breast as he held his breath. She was so soft and warm, like fresh linens drying in the sunlight on laundry day. 

Sebastian, ever the impatient one, cupped her other breast and leaned in to kiss her neck. A tiny moan escaped Arabella’s lips as her eyes fell shut and she allowed the two men to grow familiar with her skin.

None of them had ever done anything like this, but it was clear they trusted each other enough to join hands and dive headfirst together.

“I want the two of you to prove how devoted you are to this,” she ordered as she shifted backward onto the bed until she was resting among the pile of pillows. “Show me how much you care.”

She looked regal, like a queen awaiting attention. Sebastian and Ominis shared a glance, though Ominis, whose wand remained in his hand, could already sense what Sebastian was feeling. He nodded at Sebastian, who sprang into action.

Sebastian went straight for Arabella’s lips, laying next to her as he kissed her. His tongue pried its way into her mouth as Ominis decided to take charge in his own way. He wanted to be the first to taste her.

Ominis peeled Arabella’s dress down past her hips and over her knees until it went forgotten at the foot of the bed, soon followed by her panties. While Sebastian showered her breasts with kisses, Ominis pressed his lips in a line from her hips to her inner thigh as he positioned himself between them.

His thumbs ran gentle circles over her thighs as he savored the velvet feel of her skin. She cried out the moment his tongue made contact with her entrance.

Ominis had merely meant to taste her first, but he couldn’t help himself. His tongue sank within her folds and he hummed his approval. He hooked his hands around her thighs as he dipped his tongue in and out of her cunt, drawing patterns across her clit until Arabella’s moans occupied her lips.

As a result, Sebastian used his own mouth to target her breasts. He palmed the erection that strained inside his trousers as he sucked gently on her nipple. He gazed lovingly down at her as she bucked her hips against Ominis with a sharp whimper.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he praised. “We’re going to show you how much we love you.”

As her moans chorused higher, Sebastian placed a hand to her neck, his fingers pressing gently. The pressure from his hand mirrored the mounting pressure within Arabella’s cunt. She moaned, the vibrations from her throat coursing across the palm of Sebastian’s hand. He squeezed tighter.

“Let me know if it’s too much, darling,” he ordered. He watched as Ominis continued to work between her legs. “I want to watch you fall apart before I fuck you.”

Sebastian’s hand vacated Arabella’s neck just long enough for him to unzip his trousers. He kicked them off with his boxers and left them in a haphazard heap on the floor as he gripped his erection.

“I reckon you’re just about ready to come, darling,” Sebastian said. “Tell me, do you want me to choke you with my fingers or my cock as you come?”

Arabella reached for his cock. Sebastian grinned as he knelt above her and nudged his cock into her mouth. Her lips sucked hard around his tip while she used a hand to stroke his shaft.

“Just like that,” Sebastian mewed as he watched her lips glide around him.

Ominis listened to the sinful sounds of sucking above him, his own erection digging into the bed covers. His fingers pressed harder into the backs of Arabella’s thighs, his tongue flattening and prodding against her clit in steady swipes.

Arabella hummed around Sebastian’s cock, a pitchy whine escaping her throat to signal her approaching climax. Sebastian didn’t know where to look; her brown doe eyes staring up at him; her pink lips wrapped and working around his hard cock; her slick folds grinding against Ominis’ tongue; it was all such a vision – a masterpiece painted just for him to see.

The coil inside Arabella’s core had tightened fully, a ticking time clock waiting to spring apart. When it finally did, Arabella gasped around Sebastian’s cock, her back arching off the bed as Ominis’ tongue triggered the release. Her arousal seeped from her entrance and Ominis groaned as he tasted the fruits of his labor.

The view of her orgasm sent pulsing waves through Sebastian’s cock. He pulled it from her mouth and stood, desperate for his turn. Ominis pulled himself away from her thighs and the men switched places. 

“My god,” Sebastian breathed as he stroked himself above Arabella, taking in the scene beneath him. Her flushed cheeks, hard nipples and soaked entrance was sin incarnate. “You are so fucking beautiful. Are you ready, darling?”

Arabella nodded as she gently pumped a hand over Ominis’ cock. He grunted at the sensation as Sebastian lined himself against Arabella’s entrance. He hissed as his tip dipped slowly into her folds.

“How are you so fucking wet?” he growled.

“My bad,” Ominis quipped. Sebastian barked a laugh but his eyes became dark and serious as his attention returned to the tight heat swallowing his cock.

Sebastian held his breath as he continued to sink into her. Arabella’s walls stretched around him, compressing his cock with wet, searing flesh. It was better than Sebastian could ever have imagined from the quiet solitude of his own bedroom.

Arabella moaned at the intrusion within her cunt. “Sebastian, you feel so good,” she breathed. Those words alone could have made Sebastian come.

Instead, he grit his teeth and thrust forward until he was fully sheathed, the tip of his cock meeting Arabella’s innermost core. Meanwhile, Ominis squeezed his eyes shut at the sensation of Arabella’s mouth gripping his cock.

“You’re so good at this, dear,” he praised.

Sebastian groaned, torn between the absolute thrill of claiming Arabella and the desire to prolong it. It was too good – she was too good.

But he had vowed to prove to her how much he loved her, and to him, that meant he’d make her eyes roll back into her head and scream his name.

Sebastian gripped her hips hard, hopeful his hands would leave covert bruises only she and him would ever see. He snapped his own hips at a rhythmic pace as he studied Arabella’s face for confirmation she was enjoying herself.

The carol of moans that erupted from her lips was all the security he needed. He slammed hard against her, the smack sending ripples up her skin as his cock pounded her walls. She clenched them as tightly as she could manage, her cunt still swollen from her previous orgasm. 

“I need to feel you come on my cock,” Sebastian begged. It was the only plea he’d ask of her that night. She could call all the other shots, make him crawl on his knees before he came himself; hell, he’d even finish on the fucking floor if she asked him, but he had to know how it felt to make her fall apart.

“Please,” Arabella whispered until Ominis’ cock forced itself into her mouth again. She gurgled around it as Ominis thrust against her cheek, his tip connecting with the back of her throat. The obscene sound stirred something filthy in them both.

“Sebastian,” Ominis begged. “Hurry up.”

Sebastian nodded in understanding. He pumped hard as his cock speared Arabella’s core, pressing upward into her softest spot as her slickness added more sound to the trio’s sinful symphony. 

“Oh fuck,” she wailed, the bed covers balled into her fist. “Sebastian, you’re going to make me come.”

Her passage tightened around Sebastian’s cock as she willed her body into compliance, begging it to submit to her desperate desire. She wanted nothing more than to come undone for Sebastian. Finally, her core began to contract, pulling around Sebastian’s cock until it gave out, spasming as she screamed out his name.

“Ah, shit,” Sebastian groaned as her twitching heat stroked the tip of his cock. He jerked his cock from her just in time to spill his release. It splattered across her stomach as Arabella’s body slackened beneath him.

Sebastian remained on his knees, catching his breath between her legs until Ominis grunted with Arabella’s lips still wrapped around him.

“Ominis, switch places with me,” Arabella breathed. “I want to be on top of you.”

Ominis obeyed without protest, laying his body across the bed as Arabella climbed on top of him. Sebastian admired her form as she straddled their friend, her folds gliding around Ominis’ cock as she impaled herself on him. 

Arabella’s eyes fluttered shut as her body adjusted to Ominis. She moaned as she rocked around him, the arousal from her previous climaxes clinging to his cock. He’d never experienced someone so wet.

“She’s a fucking vision,” Sebastian said as Arabella began to bounce. He watched her breasts jiggle with every movement, his release still trickling down her stomach. It was enough to make his cock twitch again.

Arabella tossed her head and moaned as she used Ominis’ cock to grind into her front wall. Ominis held her hips, his jaw clenched with conviction as he remained determined to feel her fuck herself to another orgasm. He needed to feel the surge of her spent cunt and the twitch of her thighs against his torso.

“So fucking pretty,” Sebastian said as he moved toward Arabella to kneel behind her. He kissed her neck and shoulders as he pulled her arms backward, pinning them behind her back. She moaned as she continued to ride Ominis with an arched back, Sebastian’s chest pressed against her as his teeth gently nipped at her neck. 

Sebastian reached around her to rub circles into her clit, one hand still keeping her wrists secured behind her back. 

“Come on now,” he encouraged. “Let’s hear how loud you are for Ominis. He’s been so patient.”

Arabella nodded in submission, her hips still rising and falling as Ominis’ cock coaxed that blissful spot inside her and Sebastian’s fingers set fire to her bundle of nerves. She could feel the familiar tightening of her deepest spot dueling the searing sensations over her clit. The whine that fell from her lips swelled into a full-blown shout as the pressure broke and she fluttered around Ominis.

He finally let go too, his typical poise dissolving as his hands throttled her hips and he spilled inside her. 

Arabella slumped on top of him to catch her breath as Ominis stilled, the reality of their actions creeping clarity back into his brain. Meanwhile, Sebastian flopped himself facedown onto the bed. 

“Come here, darling,” he said as he rolled over with a hand extended toward Arabella. He helped her climb off of Ominis until she had nestled herself between them on the bed, the fingers of one hand intertwined with Ominis’, the other arm flung across Sebastian’s bare chest.

The trio stared at the ceiling, each one waiting on someone else to break the silence. Per usual, it was Sebastian.

“Everyone alright?” he murmured into Arabella’s wild hair.

“Alright,” came a unison reply.

Sebastian smirked to himself, satisfied by a flood of post-sex serotonin. “So, who wants to be the first to admit this was a brilliant idea?” he asked.

Arabella let out a soft giggle while Ominis rolled his eyes. “I suppose you’ve had worse ideas,” he responded carefully. “But we do need to come up with some ground rules for all this… if Arabella wants to continue, that is.”

“Yeah, no pressure, darling,” Sebastian added.

Arabella smiled with sleepy eyes. “My only ground rule is we get a bigger bed,” she said.

“Deal,” the men agreed together.

“And we should probably agree that we’re all three in this together,” Sebastian noted. “Meaning no one gets left out, ever.”

“Agreed,” Arabella and Ominis chimed.

“And we must vow to always be open and honest with each other,” Ominis said. “No secrets or jealousy or suppressed feelings.”

“Suppressed feelings? Us?” Arabella mused. All three laughed. “But seriously, why didn’t you two ever say something?”

“A lot of reasons, darling,” Sebastian answered. “We didn’t want to get in the way of each other and we didn’t want you to come between us. Plus, you’re… you just deserve the world and we don’t ever want to hold you back from that.”

Arabella smiled and squeezed Ominis' hand as she ran playful fingers through Sebastian’s tousled hair. “You boys are my world.”

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I like my body when it is with your body

(Ominis Gaunt/Sebastian Sallow/GN!Reader SMUT)

Summary:

Sebastian believes that he doesn't deserve to be happy after everything he's done. His partners don't agree, and are hellbent on proving him wrong the best, and most effective, way they know how.

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Title from the E. E. Cummings poem, "I like my body when it is with your"

word count: 8k

AN: I'm reposting all of my fics from ao3 on to here for easier access! We're starting with the smut.

Sebastian was tired. Today had been another long day trapped away in his office, filing report after report of his findings in the latest tomb he had explored. The life of a curse breaker never stopped. All he wanted to do was go home and curl up next to his partners. They’d each take turns stroking his hair and smoothing the stress from his shoulders like they always did when he had an exhausting day and he’d relax into their sides, falling asleep to the soft sound of their heartbeats. He was fortunate enough to work close to home, only having to venture out of the comforts of London every so often for a day or two, but each trip away made him desperately crave a life of simplicity. Even being away from his two loves was torturous— he always wanted to be near them, always wanted to know that they were safe and with him. There were some days where he didn’t believe that he deserved their love, their kindness, their understanding of his busy schedule. Ever since his sister was cursed by the villain, Victor Rookwood, he had been set on this path for his life. The aftermath of that dreadful day in the catacombs only solidified it for him— he would never use dark magic again, instead he would protect the wizarding world from it one cursed vault at a time. 

He thought fondly of his seventh year at Hogwarts, how each of you had stressed about what you wanted to do with the rest of your lives. While he may have had it figured out, you and Ominis were a wreck to say the least. With the gift of ancient magic pulsing under your skin, you had originally thought about becoming an Auror and working alongside Sebastian with Gringotts bank, nearly causing the blond of the trio to have a conniption. He was already stressed at the prospect of the brunette being in danger nearly everyday, he couldn’t stand the idea of you being there as well. He knew that you both could hold your own, but it certainly didn’t help his heart. If anyone asked him, he would say that the incessant schemes you both got up to during your school years had left that organ of his half as strong as it used to be and caused more than enough grey hairs to go with it— he was basically an old, fretting man already. In the end you had agreed with him, deciding that you had earned a simple, safe life after everything that you had gone through over the last three years. It just so happened that Professor Hecat had decided to step down from her position as the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, meeting with you personally and offering the job to you as soon as you had graduated. It was an easy choice, and you were the happiest you had ever been working at the school you loved so much. Ominis was a mess at the beginning, constantly pacing around thinking about what he wanted to do— what path he should choose. He had considered following in his father’s footsteps and working in the Department of Mysteries for the Ministry, but quickly pushed that idea to the side; the idea of having anything to do with his family, even sharing a job title, was absolutely abhorrent. He considered becoming a Professor as well, he loved teaching, but that seemed to not be in the cards either with none of the faculty leaving anytime soon. Finally, you both had sat him down and talked him through his stresses, coming up with a possible list of things he could do with his high scores and brains; the final verdict was an inventor of magical tools. He was proficient in the art of tinkering and had a passion to help those in the wizarding world who began their life with as many struggles as he did. 

Yes, the trio were very happy together. 

Even with all the good things happening in his life, the unconditional love of his partners and his rewarding job, Sebastian couldn’t help but still feel a gnawing guilt for his actions in his fifth year of school. It had been years at that point since he had even uttered an unforgivable curse, but the taste of the words still left a bitterness in his throat that wasn’t going to go away any time soon, if at all. Some nights he still woke up in a sweat, the look in his uncle's eyes as the sage green spell hit him in the chest and stopped his heart forever burned into his memory. He would quietly sneak out of bed and sit in your living room, a cup of calming tea clasped between his hands as he watched the sun streak over the horizon. He was acutely aware that both of his partners knew about his nightmares, but every time they tried to talk to him about his trauma he would just shrug it off with a smile and a kind word in their direction. He could deal with this himself— it was his cross to bear. He hoped that they hadn’t pieced together the depth of his regret and guilt about everything he did, though. Sebastian knew that he would never hear the end of it if they ever discovered how much he loathed himself and his actions sometimes, how often he questioned why they had even decided to be with him and not someone else with a better mental view of the world, a better attitude towards the future and the past. He loved them both more than words could describe— more than there were stars in space; he would do absolutely anything for them— had done dreadful things for them already, but sometimes he worried that he wasn’t truly enough. 

The boy was truly obtuse sometimes, even with his high marks and proclivity to all things magic. Of course his partners were aware of his self loathing, they knew him better than anyone else in the world— they would know him just as much in death as in life, and had been working hard to concoct a plan for how to break him from his funk. They had puttered meticulously around the day, making sure everything was absolutely perfect for their love when he got home. He always took care of them; you with your trauma with Rookwood and the battle under the school and Ominis with his family and everything they did to him until he was old enough to break away from their strangling grasp, but he refused to let them take care of him and his needs. Quite frankly, they were sick of it. They could see the stress under his skin withering away the joy he once had for his life and it broke their hearts. It was time to break that cycle and show him how much they truly cared about him. 

Dropping the last file from his never ending pile of reports onto his desk without a care, he glanced at the clock ticking away above the arched doorway of his private office. Just in time to go home. With a renewed sense of energy, Sebastian quickly gathered his things scattered around the room and rushed out the door, waving bye to a few of his colleagues as they called out for him to have a good weekend, and apparated home without a second thought. 

Little did he know, the lovely curse breaker had an even lovelier surprise waiting for him when he got home, that was for sure. 

Apparating into their shared living room, he noticed two things right off the bat. First, the lights were dimmed around the entire house, candles floating just below the ceiling and casting a romantic glow across the walls, and second, there was a path of clothes leading down the hall towards their shared bedroom. He could distinctly point out Ominis' favorite waistcoat, a gaudy thing that looked like it was skinned right off of his grandmothers couch, and your Professors robe, iridescent hues of forest green and gold decorating the velvet and fleece. His heart stuttered in his chest, a blush making his way across his face and down his neck at the prospect at what he was about to find waiting for him. Even after all these years, the two of you could still make him as flustered as a school boy. 

He delicately made his way down the hallway, stepping around the clothes, his heart beating steadily but fast in his chest as he heard the soft laughter of his partners seep through the cracked doorway. Sebastian gulped lightly in his throat, steadying his nerves before gently pushing the door to their master suite open and taking in what was waiting for him. 

Resting on your shared bed was his two partners, sprawled out in nothing but their underclothes and a beautiful red flush dancing along their skin. They each were already panting in need, likely from a bit of foreplay before he had gotten home. The idea of them beginning without him so they could jump right into action when he got there made his brain short circuit, static filling it for a moment as he processed everything in front of him. He cast his eyes around the room, taking in everything the both of you had done to set the mood— he wanted to appreciate your effort, after all. Floating above your nightstands and chest of drawers were more candles, their gentle flame creating enticing shadows around the room and glowing against the sweat shining on your skin. A mix of red, salmon, and burgundy rose petals decorated the foot of the comforter and the floor around the four poster bed, filling his nose with the sweet aroma of vanilla and flowers. You and Ominis had gone all out for him, and his heart filled with love at the idea of you both taking the time out of your day to make the night special. Sebastian momentarily racked his brain, stressing slightly that he forgot some important date, but he came up empty. What was the occasion?

In all honesty, he couldn't really give a damn. He was just happy to be there.

Flirting his eyes back to the pair of bodies adorning the silver colored bedspread, heat began to burn in his stomach and fuel the fire in his loins. Sebastian lightly groaned, an absolutely sinful noise making its way out of his throat, as he tilted his head back to the ceiling in elated disbelief. He could already feel his trousers tightening around his growing member as he verbalized the thoughts and prayers swirling around his mind. 

“Merlin, God, Buddha, Ra, whomever is up there— I don’t know what I did to deserve this gift, but thank you.”

His partners laughed at his little speech, making their way from the bed to their very bothered partner and flanking either side of him. The heat from their bodies seeped through his suit jacket, spreading over his arms and flowing from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. He sighed in pleasure, both of his hands reaching up and threading his fingers through yours and Ominis’ hair as you each began to suck light bruises on his neck. Sebastian felt like he died and had gone to heaven, tugging you both away by your roots and smashing his lips against the closest of the two— in this case it was Ominis. He gripped the blond by his hips, letting go of you and allowing you to sit on the bed once again and watch the show as he proceeded to stick his entire tongue down the blond’s throat. The smaller of the two moaned against his lips, his lovely long fingers reaching up to the broad shoulders of his partner and pulling the jacket from his form with enough force to make Sebastian slightly lose his balance. Ominis took this as the perfect moment to strike, taking the taller of the two by surprise and shoving him roughly into the wall behind them. The brunette sucked a breath through his teeth, his pupils doubling in size with unrestrained lust coursing through his blood. Ominis attacked his throat once again, one hand tracking his nails lightly down the other boy’s cheek before his fingers wrapped around his neck and squeezed. A heady whine left Sebastian’s throat, feeling his head get slightly fuzzy at the lack of air and the transcendent burn of his partner’s kisses down his jaw and under his shirt collar.

Ominis chuckled against the column of the brunette’s throat, the arousal heavily present in his voice sending shivers down Sebastian’s spine and even more heat to his core. The blond harshly sunk his sharp canines into the soft skin connecting the other boy’s neck to his shoulder, roughly tugging at the collar of his shirt to get a better grip, before licking the spot and whispering with a seductive drawl, “I’m going to take my time with you tonight. Do you remember the safe word?” 

Sebastian groaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head at the feeling of his partner’s sweltering breath against his pulse point and nodded. You both were going to be the death of him, he was sure of it. 

Ominis laughed again, a breathy thing that made the brunette’s heart stutter, and cascaded his fingers down the front of his partner’s chest with bone-chillingly leisure touches. Moving his hands back up to the collar of the freckled boy’s shirt, drawing a shaking breath from his lungs in the process, he undid each button with tantalizingly slow movements. A moan lodged itself just under Sebastian’s jaw, only being freed by the feeling of lips returning to his pulse and slowly making their way down his chest as each new bit of skin is revealed to the cool wind of the bedroom. Ominis smiled with mischief against the brunette’s neck, taking the delicate skin against his jugular and sucking a bruising hickey for all the world to see on his absolutely enticing partner.  

The blond breathed against his collarbone, feeling his way down the large expanse of skin that he had revealed and grabbing at the brunette's hips under the starched fabric. "It's an act of sacrilege for you to have to wear clothes."

Ominis reached his fingers dangerously into the trail of hair leading down his partners stomach and dipped the tip of his middle finger under his belt. Sebastian grabbed at Ominis’ shoulders, begging for something but not knowing quite yet what he wanted— what he needed. With bruising strength, the smaller man grabbed the other’s wrists and pinned them against the wall by his hips, a needy whine choking its way out of his partner’s mouth.

“No touching until I say so.” 

Sebastian feebly nodded his head, thinking better of it and instead whimpering a soft affirmative. Ominis smiled, letting go of his wrists now that he was confident that they weren’t going anywhere, before ever so slowly pulling the shirt from the brunette’s shoulders and tossing it towards the other corner of the room like it affronted him, barely missing one of the many candles that decorated the space. The bulge in the taller boy’s trousers was getting painfully hard, straining against the zippered fabric of his formal-wear. This side of Ominis always excited him, the ability to completely release all of his stress and have someone else take over for him filling his mind with delicious bliss. Satisfied by the heaving breaths shaking his partner’s chest and brushing against his cheeks, the blond clasped his hand where it was resting once again against the larynx of his very flustered boyfriend and squeezed slightly harder than before. Sebastian’s eyes fluttered closed at the feeling, sighing as Ominis began to leave open mouthed kisses on his collarbones, trailing down his chest and stopping to bite lightly at his nipple. A shocked grunt left the brunette, slightly choked around the hand still lightly cutting off his airflow, and moaned into the air. 

Just behind where the two boys were, Sebastian could hear a second set of heavy breaths, arousal spiking through his veins at the thought of their third pleasuring themselves to the sight of their foreplay. Soft moans filled the space just beyond where the blond had him pinned, the sound of cloth rubbing against skin danced through his ears like the most stunning piece of music. He wanted to reach out for you, take you into his arms and snog you until you forgot your name before taking you right then and there against the wall. 

Ominis, hearing your sounds just as well, if not better, than Sebastian, leaned towards the brunette’s ear, nipping at his lobe before whispering breathlessly against his skin. “You sound so sinful against me, Sebastian, like I should be struck down just for the thought of running my tongue along your skin.” He deeply inhaled the scent of the brunette’s arousal, a combination of sweat and something primal. “You’re doing so good so far— such a good boy— our perfect boy. Will you continue to be a good boy for me and watch our friend while I tear the rest of your clothes off of you?” 

Sebastian whined again, a pitiful sound that sent fire directly to the blond’s throbbing member, before nodding around the hand holding him to the wall. 

Ominis chuckled deeply in his chest, absolutely intoxicated by his boyfriend’s submission.

“Good. I’m going to release you, now. I need you to tell me everything they’re doing. Give as much detail as possible. Am I clear?” 

With a frantic nod of his head, Sebastian creaked open his eyes and met yours. The air in his chest stilled at the sight before him, a bolt of electricity striking down his body and nestling itself right in his lower stomach. His member was absolutely leaking at this point, painting his pants and trousers with an alluring wet spot. Ominis sank to his knees in front of the brunette, trailing his fingers down the sides of his thighs and drawing intricate patterns along the seams. The taller boy didn’t think that his heart could beat any faster, any harder in his chest— one more shock and it may as well burst from behind his ribs. He could already feel the tightening of the knot in his stomach, his orgasm approaching embarrassingly fast and without being touched by either of the people he loved. He had never felt this pent up before, never felt this loved , this wanted .

Ominis began to untie his dress shoes, taking his sweet time on each knot before pulling them off and beginning on his socks. He lightly pinched the skin by Sebastian’s ankle, startling the other man out of his pleasured bliss and reminding him of what he was asked to do. Focusing on you again, he recounted each of your movements to the blond, struggling desperately around the dryness of his mouth. 

“Oh fuck, t-they’re touching themselves over their pants. They have a gorgeous blush covering their entire body, glowing with a beautiful shade of pink— like the sunrise. Their eyes are hooded— shit, they’re absolutely dripping, Ominis. Their noises are driving me crazy, can you hear them? I know you can, I can feel how much you like them.” 

Ominis was now level with his groin, his searing breath ghosting over where the brunette desperately needed his hands, his mouth, anything. Deft hands worked on his belt, slowly undoing the buckle and pulling the leather out of the loops at a snail's pace. Ominis made sure to slide the smooth fabric along his skin, knowing how much Sebastian loved the idea of him and his belt, absolutely helpless to his whims. Giving the panting boy a small taste of what’s to come, he pressed his lips teasingly against the wet spot next to his zipper, mouthing lightly at the tip of his pulsing cock and murmuring into him. 

“Look at you, being so obedient for me, Sebastian. You're doing so amazing. What else do you see? Be my eyes.” 

Sebastian sucked in a breath, a feeble whimper sneaking its way out of his parted lips. The knot in his stomach continued to tighten, sending shivers of pleasure from his nose to his fingertips and making his member twitch, still buried under two layers of cloth. His entire body buzzed with energy, his hands shaking steadily at his sides with a frantic need to card his fingers through the blond hair just within reach. 

“Merlin, Ominis, you’re killing me.” His breathing was shaky, small pants entering and exiting his lips and making him dizzy, “They look bewitching— absolutely hypnotizing. They’re parting those lips you love so much, both looking quite bruised and plump— your doing I’m guessing, you devil. Gods this is positively filthy—”

A loud swear shocked its way through his system, his head falling back against the wall with a loud thump as his blisteringly hot cock was released to the chilly air around them; its dripping head smacking against his lower stomach and streaking his pale skin and mousy brown hair with precum. Sebastian reached his hand towards his domineering boyfriend in a risky movement, gently brushing against the stray hairs that had fallen out of his styled quiff with intent to reach farther into his tresses and pull him closer to where he needed him. Ominis roughly grabbed his wrist before his fingers could go any further, pushing his hand back into place next to his now naked hips before taking his leaking cock in the other, giving it a sharp tug as a warning. 

A wanton moan filled the room, ricocheting against the walls and spilling into the ears of you and the blond. Sebastian was positively trembling with want, his orgasm creeping closer and closer to the surface as apologies spilled from his lips like the finest of wines.

Ominis growled at his lover’s sounds, biting at the squishy meat of his thigh in violent arousal. “Merlin, you sound destroyed already and we’ve barely touched you. Is that what you want? You want us to completely ruin you like a common whore? Beg for it— beg for what you want, my darling.” 

“Please, please, I’m so close let me cum please —” The brunette whimpered, tears pricking at the corners of his vision from the pressure building in his gut.

“You’ll cum when I tell you to, you—”

“Ominis, I think he’s had enough for now. Bring him over here so we can continue with the plan for the night, please.” You simper, cutting him off. A smug look turned up the corners of your face at the fucked-out expression of your normally composed partner. 

Sebastian released the breath he didn’t know he was holding, his knees nearly giving out underneath him in relief as Ominis released him. The blond pushed him harder into the wall, leaning forward and smashing a ferocious kiss to his lips. A groan broke from his mouth only to be swallowed down by the other boy. Giving one more teasing squeeze around his throat, Ominis separated himself from the brunette and began to lead him towards the large king size bed they all shared. Sebastian hadn’t had a chance to truly look at everything laid out for him on the bed linens, his eyes were completely enraptured by the sight of his nearly naked loves as soon as he entered the doorway. Tied tightly to the headboard of the four poster were two silk scarves, emerald green and shining in the candle light. He gulped to himself, swallowing around the fear and pure arousal stuck in his windpipe, before carefully sitting down on the bed, collapsing back onto it while he willed his breathing to control itself. 

You leaned over him, pressing feather light kisses to his star-covered eyelids and cheeks. “Do you need a moment before we continue, my love?” 

He nodded minutely, letting his heart go back to normal speed and his orgasm to wean off again. The three of you sat in a soft silence for a few moments, pressing gentle kisses to every inch of skin you could reach on the brunette boy. 

Ominis kissed him again, much lighter than he originally did but with just as much love behind it, before bringing his hand up to his cheek, tenderly brushing his thumb along his cheekbone and whispering against his lips. “Was that too much for you? Please let me know, beautiful.” 

Sebastian leaned into the loving touch, bringing his hand up and wrapping his trembling fingers around the blond’s wrist. He softly shook his head, pressing a kiss to the boy’s palm before snuggling even closer to the warm contact. 

Ominis hummed to himself, deducing that the other boy needed another moment before he could easily speak again. “I need more than that, Seb.” He smoothed the brunette’s hair from his sweaty forehead, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his skin. “Tap once for yes, twice for no. Are you truly okay? Do you want to keep going?” 

The freckled boy scoffed lightly, his breathing starting to slow down to a manageable pace, and tapped his finger once against the smaller boy’s wrist. Peaking his eyes open once again, he saw a slow, devilish smile make its way across Ominis’ face. His heart leapt in his chest again and he fumbled for a moment, unsure if it was out of nerves or pure, inordinate levels of devotion. 

Ominis pawed his other hand around the bed, searching for the third member of their trio before finding your hand and squeezing it. You leaned over Sebastian, smoothing his tangled curls down and pressing an affectionate kiss to his lips for the first time of the night. He could feel the care you both had for him spilling from your souls and wrapping his own in the softest blanket he had ever felt. He truly didn’t deserve you both. 

“Can you scoot up the bed for me, Sebastian? Lie yourself against the pillows and let us take care of you.” 

He did as he was told, leaning back against the soft feather-down pillows and relaxing into the silk of the linens. You straddled his hips, pressing kiss after kiss to his temple, his nose, his cheeks, and finally his lips once more. This kiss had more heat behind it, more hunger. He could tell how worked up you had gotten from his session with Ominis as you lightly grinded your pelvis against his, drawing a startled mewl from him that slowly transformed into a melodic moan. Reaching to where his hands had rested themselves on your hips, you grasped his wrists in your palms and raised them above his head, mouthing against his jaw and neck. With a soft mumble, Sebastian felt the tell-tale feeling of your ancient magic swirl around his arms, stretching up and wrapping the green silk around his wrists, binding them together and securing them against the bed frame. 

He softly laughed, nipping lightly at your bottom lip when you moved back up to his mouth. “Did you just use your deeply ancient, completely unexplored magical powers to tie me to the bed?” 

You giggled against his mouth, dipping down to slot your lips with his once again. “So what if I did?” 

With a hum, Sebastian chased your lips for another kiss, his noise morphing into a whine as you moved farther away. He was already starting to hate these binds. 

You got off his lap, sitting next to his head to his left while Ominis took the spot to his right. Sebastian could see how you gnawed at your bottom lip with nerves, how Ominis wrung his hands together as he came up with the right words to say, and he felt his heart drop into his stomach. Now was the time for the true reason you had done all this for your beloved. 

Ominis spoke first, his voice much softer than the domineering presence he originally held. “Sebastian, we know what you think of yourself. I may be blind, but we both aren’t stupid.” 

You laughed, “Well I might be a little stupid sometimes, but not about this, though.” 

The blond snorted, trying to cover it up with a cough before turning once again towards Sebastian and meeting his eyes. Sebastian has known Ominis since first year, but the accuracy he had with finding another's eyes and holding contact even without being born with the gift of sight always intrigued and slightly unnerved him. He gulped, feeling like a deer caught in the headlights.

“You have done so much for us. You love us unconditionally— spread yourself thin at your job and still come home to us with so much love to give. We could never wish for anyone else in our lives, yet you question our devotion— our care for you.” 

Guilt crawled up Sebastian’s chest like the spindly legs of an acromantula and nestled itself under his ribs. He looked down, breaking the eye contact that burned into his skull, pulling his deepest feelings out into the open. You softly turned his chin towards you, forcing him to meet your eyes and see the eternal, unrestricted love you held for him. 

“My love, there is no question that you deserve us— deserve the love that we have for you. But, if you still don’t believe us, we have no choice but to show you exactly how much we want you— need you.”

Raising to your knees, you straddled his hips once again. Flicking your finger towards his binds, they unwound themselves from the head board and wrapped the rest of the fabric around his wrists, binding them together and locking his arms on either side of his head. Ominis pressed his hands to Sebastian’s upper back, gently lifting him from the soft sheets and slotting himself behind the boy, bringing his arms up a bit more and curling them behind his neck, elbows bent by his ears. He kissed the skin of his partner's biceps lazily, tracing his fingers along his cheek and jawline. A blush began to creep its way over Sebastian’s face, starting from the apples of his cheeks and working its way down over his nose, neck, and collarbones. You had never seen a prettier color in your life. 

Feeling the pulsing heartbeat of your nervous lover drew a wide grin across your lips, corners stretching across your cheeks and feeling like they could touch your ears. Your lips traveled across Sebastian’s jugular, flirting downwards with feather-light pecks and drawing gasps from the lungs of your beautiful boy. You gnawed teasingly at his hip bone, hair sliding along the thing the brunette longed for you to touch, before whispering against his clammy skin. 

“We are going to go back and forth, telling you one thing that we love about you until we either run out, or you finish. Whichever comes first.” 

With that, you licked a long, languished stripe along the underside of his throbbing member, stifling his reply in his throat and causing one of the loudest sounds you had ever heard the boy make to cascade out of his pink, parted lips. Ominis groaned against Sebastian’s neck, making love bites everywhere he could reach— his throat, his shoulders, his collarbones, everything, and bucked his hips against the curve of the other boy’s ass. Sebastian bit his lip in desire, feeling just how much the blond had been affected by their erotic play earlier. 

Kissing the tip of the brunette’s leaking cock, drawing a stuttered breath from his lungs and stretching your smile even wider, you murmured against his happy-trail. “I’ll go first. I am utterly enraptured by your courage and bravery. Even in moments of intense distress, you still stood by our sides and protected the ones you love.” 

You pressed another kiss to his burning skin before leaning up on your elbows and taking him into your mouth, moving up and down at an incredibly slow pace and drawing long moans out of your partner. Sebastian threw his head back in ecstasy, opening up the column of his throat further to his bite-happy boyfriend. He nipped at the skin just behind his ear, smoothing the pain away with a gentle lick and kiss. 

Ominis whispered tantalizingly in his ear, “My turn. I love your kindness and generosity. There isn’t a day where I don’t think about the little things you do for me and smile.” 

The brunette whined, tears of pleasure and happiness building behind his lashes once again. He refused to open his eyes and look at either of his partners, all too aware that if he met either of their gazes he would lose his composure completely. Just then, you took him all the way into your mouth, the tip of him tapping against your uvula, and moaned around him, sending supernovas of stars behind his eyes and blazing through the warmth in his chest. 

Well, so much for composure. 

If his hands were free, Sebastian’s fingers would be digging into your scalp, pulling at the roots of your hair in an alternation of rough and gentle pressure. He wanted desperately to touch his lovers, but he didn’t dare disobey their orders. He wasn’t afraid of their punishment, but in complete honesty he wanted to savor this moment. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt like this— this level of affection and tenderness. 

Swallowing around his throbbing manhood, you sucked in your cheeks and dragged yourself up, up, up to his tip once again, humming around his never-ending sounds of pleasure and sending ricochets of vibrations along his entire body. 

You licked at his slit, collecting the elixir that continuously flowed from there and spoke again, arousal lacing your tone. “I love how much you care. You always put us before you, even when we’re being right bastards.” You laughed, pressing your smile to the skin of his inner thigh, “I also hate it, though, because you never let us spoil you rotten.” 

Ominis placed his hand against Sebastian’s throat for a fourth time that night, not squeezing, but simply holding it in a possessive grasp. The unseemly sounds of you working the brunette to release filled his mind and sent burning fire to his pelvis, leading him to press his burning, still very clothed, cock against the other boy’s lower back. He willed himself to remain still— this was Sebastian’s night, not his. His freckled partner had other plans though, and grabbed at the hair at the base of his neck and slightly pulled, whimpering into the air around him with need. 

“Please pleasure yourself, Ominis. I want to feel you against me— I need to feel you.” 

The blond swore, dropping his head back to the brunette's throat and roughly biting at his pulse, seceding to his wish and harshly grinding against him. At this point Sebastian's skin was littered with speckles of black and blue bruises and reddened teeth marks. He could feel everything, the silk wrapped around his wrists and against his legs, the smooth breaths of the blond at his back— the rise and fall of his chest, your teeth gently grazing the large vein at the underside of his member, sending delicious shivers up his spine and filling his mind with static. He could especially feel the tightening of his abdomen as his orgasm got dangerously close to the surface for a second time. He was in absolute, erotic bliss. 

Ominis grunted deep in his throat, leaning down and breathing hotly against the brunette’s ear as he whispered his next bout of praise. “Surprisingly, I love how stubborn you are. It’s a relief, sometimes, to know that nothing can change your mind about how you feel towards us. I’ve never felt so desired, so cared for, so loved.” He chuckled airily, “That being said, it’s only nice when it’s not being used against me.” 

Sebastian whined loudly when he felt your nose brush against the hairs at the base of his cock, his hips stuttering and bucking more of himself into your awaiting throat. Tears had begun to spill down his cheeks at that point, only to be wiped away by Ominis’ gentle fingers. 

You laugh again, releasing him with a pop. “What do you want us to do to you, sweet boy? Use your words.” 

The sounds dripping from his lips were absolutely sinful— his begs and pleads filling the space around them. “Please, please , Merlin, you're going to murder me, you filthy bastards. I love you both so much— I need to be inside you, to have you inside me, anything . I can’t take it anymore, I need to feel one of you fill me and the one of you cumming around my cock.” 

Your breathing stuttered in your chest at the crassness of his words and the sharp buck of Ominis’ hips— a deep, heady groan rumbling both of your bodies from the usually quiet blond. Quickly detangling yourselves, you help Sebastian to lie down on the pillows once again, unbinding his wrists in the process and delicately kissing the bruised skin from his constant wiggling and pulling. 

The taller boy finally blinked his eyes open, gazing with half his normal amount of focus into yours. Your blinding smile brought one of his own to his lips, sending his heart aflutter as you caressed his cheekbone. Your pupils flicked left and right as you took all of him in, feeling yourself sink into his beautiful brown irises. 

A loving sigh parted your lips as you drawled against his lips, “I think it’s my turn again. I love your eyes— I feel like I could get lost in them for the rest of my life.”

Grinding down on his hard length, your purred more muted praise against his throat. Ominis slithered behind the both of you, sliding his hand down along your spine and pushing you forwards so you were pressed chest to chest with the flustered man. Sebastian groaned at the sudden skin on skin contact, heat permeating through his flesh and directly into his soul. A sudden mewl from you shook him from his stupor, causing him to crane his neck to the left with as much speed as he could muster and watching what the pretty blond was doing at his feet. Color flooded his cheeks yet again at the sight of his long, lithe fingers prodding in and out of your entrance, stretching you just right so he could fit. Breathy moans continued to fill the air as you both moved against each other, pushing and pulling in rhythm with the smaller boy’s fingers.

You breathed against the brunette's lips, whining around your teasing words. "Do you think you can handle both of us? One of us bouncing on your throbbing, delicious cock while the other fills you to the brim?"

Sebastian swore at how uncouth you were being, nodding his head with enthusiastic rapture.

You keened, Ominis hitting that spot just inside of you that sent pleasure right to your core. "Good boy. I knew you could do it. I've been thinking about this all day— could barely keep my hands off of our boyfriend for long enough to make this perfect for you."

Ominis leaned down and bit you roughly on the behind, marking you as his own just as he did to the taller boy, before moving further into you and prodding at your entrance with his skilled tongue. Sebastian nearly wept at the sight, sinking his own teeth into your fleshy shoulder to muffle the noise. The blond sharply smacked his thigh, growling around his own arousal. 

“Don’t muffle yourself. Let the world know how well we fuck you.” 

Relinquishing his fingers from your tight entrance, he took Sebastian into his hand, gave him a few more slow, mind numbing strokes, and sunk you both into sweet, connected euphoria. 

Your heart stuttered in your chest, fingers reaching up and tweaking at your nipple in elated bliss. The man under you bit his lip at the sight, throwing his head back against the headboard.

"Shit, you feel so fucking good inside me. Stretch me out just like that, yes."

Ominis set to work once again, taking the brunette’s legs in his palms and stretching him so that his calves rested on the blond’s shoulders. Whimpers flooded his senses as he became completely consumed by lust and the sounds of his partner’s pleasure. Licking his pointer and middle finger, making sure to keep eye contact with the brunette struggling underneath the both of you, he stroked his fingertips at his puckered hole, drawing another loud, needy whimper from his partner. 

“I love your sounds, Sebastian. I’ve never heard anything more beautiful than the both of you singing in pleasure together.” 

The man continued to tease at the other’s entrance, pushing his fingers inside and curling them against the spot that made everything go white behind his eyes. Ominis could feel him pulse around his fingers, smell the sweet scent of his release breaching over the surface slowly. In one smooth movement, he sunk himself into his love— you all finally becoming one. 

Sebastian had never felt so full. Every sense in his body was in overdrive, sparking and sizzling behind his tightly shut eyes like the brightest of stars. Constellations flowed around his mind like the rings of Saturn, dancing through his memories and filling every inch of his body with infatuation. You both used him for your own pleasure, bouncing on him and filling him with heavenly bliss. The room filled with the sounds of your love: high pitch whines, low groans, skin slapping against skin, everything sinful that made his heart stutter in his chest and more. He could feel his very being reaching out and grasping towards the both of his partners, ready to worship them as the celestial beings that you were. Ominis leaned over you, digging his teeth into the opposite shoulder that Sebastian had bitten and marking you once more. Both of you were his, no one else's. He put all of his frustration into his thrusts, grabbing onto your hips as they stuttered against the brunette’s and slamming you down in time with his own movements, filling you with an otherworldly level of revelry.

Growling, his teeth clenched together as sounds of lust spilled from his throat and cascaded down onto your skin, Ominis spoke between each thrust. "You're ours, Sebastian. Take it for us, I know you can. You feel so perfect, squeezing me just like that."

The freckled boy slapped at your thigh, lacing his fingers together with the blond’s as they grabbed at your love handles with enough strength to leave bruises. Whines spilled from your throat like the fountain of youth, seeping into your partner’s ears and silencing every negative thought that hid behind their amorous expressions. Each thrust filled him with unimaginable levels of pleasure, his orgasm rocketing closer and closer to spilling over the precipice and into the blissful chasm below. 

Sebastian stuttered against your shoulder, ecstasy piercing his brain each time your bouncing syncs with Ominis’ thrusts. “F-fuck— please can I c-cum? Please let me cum, I’ve been so good, please.” 

You could feel your own release building, sending blinding hot heat to your stomach and blacking out your vision into an incandescent infinity. The blond’s thrusts behind you were getting sloppy, his rhythm stuttering around his hips and his fingernails digging painfully into the skin of your flesh. Pants flew out of your mouths, each of you struggling against the tightening pressure in your lower bodies as you fought for more air. You nodded at the brunette, your voice long gone in the throes of pleasure, before slapping one of your hands over the two combined at your waist, tying the three of you together. 

Ominis whined, all his dominance shedding from his body only to be replaced with flustered indulgence. “Yes, cum for us, Sebastian. You’ve been so good— taking us so well. I want to feel you tighten around my cock as you release into them. Shit.”

At his words, everything in his brain was wiped away in a torrential downpour of heavenly euphoria— light flooding behind his eyes as his release exploded through his body, the both of his partner’s following soon after and sending the trio into the effervescent, enigmatic paradise. 

Bodies crashed atop of bodies, cum mingling together and turning cold against your hot, sweaty forms. Sebastian gasped for air, his everything beginning to give in to exhaustion from the constant pleasure and pain he had experienced at the hands of his loves. Ominis rolled off first, gently kissing you on the back of your exposed neck and lifting off of the brunette’s hips. The freezing cold water of the washcloth the blond had grabbed was absolutely amazing against your skin— all traces of your exuberant sex being wiped away with a caring, gentle hand. Ominis tossed the washcloth away without a care for where it landed, exhaustion seeping into his own bones. With the last of his strength, he tucked his two companions under the blankets of their bed, cuddling up against the back of Sebastian and wrapping his arms around your waist where you rested against the brunette’s chest. You slotted together like pieces of a puzzle, love swirling around your souls and pressing gentle kisses to the magic that hummed in your veins. 

Sebastian laughed breathily, sleep descending on him— he felt boneless, like years of his life had been swept away in the tides of contentment. His eyelids were heavy as he pressed his lips against your temple and the other’s wrist. “Marry me.” 

A soft grin stretched across your face, sleep whispering sweet nothings in your ears just as it was to your boys. “What did you say?”

He snuggled closer to your warmth, reaching for the other boy’s arm and tugging him flush to his back. “I said marry me. There’s no one else I want to be with. No more doubts, no more insecurity, no more jealousy— this is it for me. This is my future; you both are my future.” 

You hummed against his chest, the soothing sound of his heartbeat dragging you deeper and deeper into your slumber. “Let me think about it.” 

You pretended to ponder for a moment, listening carefully to the brunette’s heart and gauging how true his words were. The solid, steady beat of his heart never changed— every inch of his body oozing trust and love. You kissed the skin just above where the organ rested and prepared to speak, your smile dazzling like the brightest constellations before craning your neck slightly over Sebastian’s shoulder, looking at the snoozing blond and squeezing the hand around your waist. “What do you say, Ominis? Should we marry this stubborn mule of a man?” 

Ominis huffed, his own sleepy smile spreading across his cheeks as he squeezed the both of you closer to his chest. “As long as no one takes my last name, I think I’d be okay with that arrangement.” 

You giggled, light and airy like wind chimes on a summer day, running your fingers first through the hair of the blond just at the edge of your reach and then the brunette pressed close to you. “I suppose I’m okay with that, too.” 

You three would talk more about it in the morning, hash out all the details and ponder how one would even have a triumvirate wedding. But, until then, the blissful feeling of rest sweeped over the room, gently tucking each of the former Hogwarts students into the comforting arms of those that they love most in the world and filling their dreams with images of the future. 

For now, all was well. 

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[blueraineshadows]

Master List: Hogwarts Legacy (WIP)

Master List of my FanFics - mixture of fluff and smut, F!MC, and GN!MC

There are NSFW 🔞 posts -no minors please.

I am also on Ao3 as blueraineshadows 💜

Sebastian Sallow

Ominis Gaunt

Garreth Weasley

Imelda Reyes (x F!MC)

Leander Prewett

Misc. & One Shots

Dark Betrayals Master List (Seb, Omi, F!MC)

Brothers Master List (Garreth Weasley)

Secrets of the Night Master List - Sebinis

Blood Bound Master List - Dark fic, angst, NSFW (Seb, Leander, F!MC)

Artwork

Leander Prewett Basic Sketch

Dark Sebastian - He made his choice.

Garreth Weasley Sketch

Her Auror - Leander x F!MC from Blood Bound

Victor Rookwood sketch

Oscar and Trixie - OC art

Take Me Back to Eden - Vessel with the relic

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[ephemerasnape]

Devoutly Fanart Commission 💜

So pleased to present my latest commission based on a scene in my Victor Rookwood x Anne Sallow fanfic, Devoutly to be Wished.

The artist did such an amazing job with all the little details! I am beyond pleased and already considering my next commission...

⇢ Read "Devoutly" on ao3. (Canon Continuation)

Audiovisual teaser beneath the cut... 🔞🥵🎩

Several people have reported that they didn't expect to like Devoutly, but now they're hooked. Thanks for giving it a chance! Devoutly is a lot different from my other works as it is a lot more plot than smut, and very meaningful to me on many levels.

[slytherinsomniari]

A Twisted Kind of Love| Part One| Possessive! Sebastian Sallow x F! Reader x Victor Rookwood

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x F! Reader x Victor Rookwood

Summary: You are trying to live a normal life to the best of your ability after you graduated from Hogwarts 2 years ago but a figure from your past is preventing you from doing so. After being in Azkaban for 5 years, Sebastian is back and he is taking what he wants–you. 

Word Count: 3211

Themes: Consent issues, Dubious consent, Aged up characters, Smut, Punishment, Imperius Curse, Cock dumb, Mindfuck, Sexual Slavery, Sexual Tension

A/N: Holy shit guys, I did not expect to ever make something like this but here I am. This is my first dark fic so I am not sure how it will go down but I was so inspired by @ragepuffdraws art of Sebastian escaping Azkaban and using Imperio on Ominis that I just had to write something. This is a 2 part series (also my first time doing one) so buckle up. 

|Part One| Part Two|

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The evening breeze felt nice against your face, blowing your hair to the left slightly and ruffling your nightgown as you basked in its embrace. It was peaceful here, something you greatly needed. You had moved to a small wizarding hamlet far from Hogwarts after graduation as it still pained you to look at the castle. Everything had changed when Sebastian had killed Solomon. You had been a child at the time, only 15 and you were frightened and didn’t know what to do. Your best friend–the guy you secretly loved–killed someone. He had meant to defend himself, but of all the spells he had chosen Avada Kedavra–the Killing Curse. Hearing how you reacted, how you bawled your eyes out hysterically at the result of Sebastian’s actions, Ominis felt that the only way to make him pay was to send him to Azkaban. 

And so he did. He had sent his best friend from childhood to a horrific prison while he was left to pick up the pieces with you. The two of you were devastated, but you leaned on each other and tried to claw your way through the rest of your time at Hogwarts. The two of you graduated feeling not entirely better, but better enough to attempt to move on with your lives–no matter how broken you guys still were on the inside. You moved to a hamlet and made money by exploring and selling the things you hunted and found or made while Ominis moved out of his parents’ house and into a place near Hogwarts, training to become the next Defence Against the Dark Arts professor. It wasn’t what you had in mind before, but this way of life allowed you to take your mind off everything while simultaneously trying to heal.

Peeling yourself from the window, you close it and turn around, making your way to your lights to turn them off and get ready for bed. Just as you are about to do this, you hear a knock on your door. Frowning, you walk towards the door, not expecting anyone at this time but heading to answer nonetheless. You open the door and a man steps in quickly, shutting and locking the door behind him. On your guard, you look for something to defend yourself with when you suddenly realize who it is. Standing in front of you was, of all people, Sebastian. 

He was still in his prison uniform but it had taken some damage as there were tears on his right sleeve where dried blood formed. There was also dried blood on his hands and face, as if he had fought for his life to break out. He had a dangerous look in his eyes. Something had changed greatly in him. It was to be expected as he had been in Azkaban for the past 5 years but he seemed like a completely different person. He was no longer the lanky boy you had gone to school with. The man who stood in front of you was a more muscular, more mature version of the boy you knew. He had grown taller and you could see the muscles nearly tearing through his shirt. His chest peeked out a bit, letting you briefly glimpse his chiseled body underneath. 

“Sebastian! What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in Azkaban!” You exclaim, terrified of the implications of him being here. If he’s here, what did he do to escape? What was he doing here in front of you? How he escaped was the real question, one whose answer you weren’t sure you wanted to know.

“I know, love. I couldn’t stop thinking of you when I was trapped in that horrid place. The dementors ate away at almost all of my happy thoughts, but I didn’t let them get any of the ones with you. Oh, Y/N, I missed you so much! You wouldn’t leave my mind while I was there, you were the only thing keeping me sane. Your face hasn’t left my thoughts–nor has your body. We were meant to be together, and I intend to do just that.” The pain and sorrow in his eyes turn to hunger as he looks at you, approaching you slowly and making you flinch, backing away from him.

“Sebastian, I love you but this can’t happen. It broke me when you were sent to Azkaban, truly. But you are not yourself right now. We can discuss this when you have calmed down.”

Your comments are ignored as he continues, “Every thought I had was of what I was going to do to you once I found you. I want to feel your lips on mine, your breasts in my hands and my dick inside you. I want to hear you scream my name as I fuck you until you beg for me to stop.”

Your back hits a wall as he finishes his last sentence, leaving you nowhere to run. Your face heats up just as you start to tremble out of fear and desire. Speechless, you can do nothing as he continues towards you. He finally reaches you and caresses your cheek with one hand slowly and gently, as if he was his normal self. But you knew better. You saw the danger that emanated from his body. His other hand is placed on the wall, keeping you in his trap. His thumb moves across your bottom lip, opening your mouth as he presses his lips to yours without warning, letting his hand move to the other side of you on the wall. He completely dominates you and you struggle to move against him. He intensifies the kiss, trying to deprive you of air and make you dizzy and weak for him. You try to move but he has you fixed to the wall. Seeing you become desperate for air and your eyes start to blur, he pins you to the wall with his knee, rubbing it right up against your pulsing area. You let out a strangled moan against his lips and feel something wet beginning to form down there.  

Realization hits you just as it hits him. You finally pull away from his lips in shock, gasping for air as your mind reels. A smirk forms on his lips and he knees you back and forth, teasing your aching pussy. Somehow, he knows where exactly to place his knee as he continues to rub up against the right spot.

“I knew you were ready for me. You have always been waiting for me, waiting for me to defile you, haven’t you?”

A lewd moan comes out of you as your head falls back, compelling you to grab onto him and grind against his knee in desperation. The pressure mounting inside you becomes too much to bear and with the combination of that and your repressed longing for him, you release with a suppressed whimper. A moist fluid leaks from your legs and dribbles onto the ground, thoroughly pleasing him.

“I-I can’t bear it any longer. Fuck me Sebastian, please.” Tears form in your eyes as you struggle with the two different sides of you. One side tells you to run but the other side is telling you to stay. If you run you might make it out in one piece, but if you stay, he will do Merlin knows what to you. A tiny part of you wanted to know, and that frightened you.

“Don’t worry, I will fuck you so hard the only person you will think of is me. I will be the only one in your thoughts–the only one you come crawling back to for more.”

Taking his knee off of you, Sebastian lifts up the bottom of your nightgown and looks over at your wet, cum-stained legs. You were ready for him. He put his plan into motion, violently tearing your gown apart, leaving it in discarded shreds on the floor. Your naked form shakes and your nipples harden, giving him even more reason to take you. He lifts you into his arms bridal style and carries you to your bedroom, sprawling your body out on the bed. He has no need to, but he closes your bedroom door and locks it, creating an even smaller prison for you–one that you cannot escape from. He glances in a mirror and sees his appearance, noticing the blood stains all over his clothes and face. With a quick motion of his wand, the stains disappear, leaving a clean face and body in its wake.

Putting his wand aside, he removes his shirt, showing his new body in all its glory. His muscles pulse in anticipation and you drink the view in. Next, he removes his pants and you can’t help but gasp as you observe just how big he is. He notices and gazes back at you with predatory eyes, marking you out as his prey. Deliberately moving in a slow manner, he grabs his wand and eventually makes his way to you and gets on the bed, placing the wand on the bedside table and moving himself to be on top of you. In a moment of clarity, you try to cry out, try to stop him, but you find that you are unable to. His body is rock solid, almost as if it is made of goblin metal. He looms over you undaunted and pries your legs open, revealing your needy, wet cunt. He positions himself at your entrance, waiting for the right moment to strike. Your breathing gets heavier as you realize what he is about to do and you inhale as you feel his member almost inside you. You fight your instinct to pull him to you, to lower yourself onto him and feel his giant cock inside you as your walls cling onto him for dear life while he fucks you into oblivion. You fight against your longing for him to take his hand and place it at your clit and watch as he pumps it in and out while simultaneously pleasing you in other ways. It was getting to be too much. Just one more push and you would be done for. 

“I have been waiting so long for this” Sebastian says darkly, and with that, he plunges into you. You let out a pained whimper, trapped between the lust and joy of being one with him and with the sad fact that you did not want him like this. You wanted him when he was happy–when he was as carefree as he was as a student and the only thing that worried him was trying to find a safe way to cure Anne. You wanted him as a kind and caring boy who would have done all that you wanted and more. That boy was gone, however, and he was never coming back. He was replaced with a stranger–a strange dominant man who took what he wanted, consequences be damned. This new man’s touch felt so good though. So intoxicating. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if you let him have you…Despite warning yourself, your body was responding to his touch as if it had a mind of its own. Your body grinded with him instinctively and wouldn’t stop until he finished what he came for. 

“...Stop…” He could barely hear your low voice over his grunts as he thrusts ferociously into you. Your face scrunches up in agony. It was getting harder and harder for you to endure his treatment of you, making your defenses slowly crumble down. How could you resist something that felt so good? That felt so right? You couldn’t bite back a moan in time and it escapes, ringing out for both of you to hear. Laughing, he nuzzles your neck and kisses it, biting down on it after a moment. He sucks on it, running his tongue on it before removing his mouth. Keeping his hands occupied, he grabs your breasts and fondles them, pawing them and holding them tight. They were so round, so soft and pleasant in his hands. He rubs circles on your nipples, stimulating you and drawing out a pathetic mewl from you. 

He thought it was so adorable. He found the sight of you squirming beneath him all too tantalizing and hard to withstand. He knew you couldn’t hold out for long against him, he could see it in your eyes. He had made the final touches for his plan and watched as you buckled under his purposeful, arousing touch. 

It pained you to resist him, so instead your body made the decision for you. With your back arched and head thrown back, you came with a hideously loud moan. Your fluid leaked out, spreading from your legs onto the bed. It embarrassed you to be caught in his trap like this but the pleasure was too much–too much that it utterly took over your senses. You began to believe it–began to believe that you had been destined to be his since before you had even met. You couldn’t believe how you had acted before. Your body belonged to him and he was only taking what was owed to him. You should have tried pleasing him in any way possible to make it right. You should have let him punish you severely, let him have his way with you for days on end without rest until he was satisfied. Try as you might to do otherwise, you end up submitting yourself to him.

“Don’t stop” You slurred, losing control of yourself. Sensitive from your release, your body tingled and overrode your mind. You wanted him. You wanted him so bad it didn’t matter where he had been or what he had done. The only thing that mattered was that you wanted him to use you and fill you until there was nothing of you left. 

The chains were already in place. Twisting your desire, he made you bend to his will. You became his obedient slave and gave in to your passion, forgetting the rest of the world around you. Your face lost its previous contorted look and took on one of ultimate bliss. You started moaning a lot more openly now, showing him that you were taking just as much pleasure in it as he was. Showing him that he had won. Sebastian grinned, pleased with your submission and gave you a kiss–a kiss that you eagerly accepted. 

“That’s my girl. You were made for me Y/N. Don’t you feel how perfectly you wrap around my cock?”

Mumbling, you reply, “Mhm. You feel so good inside me, Sebastian.”

You wrapped your arms around his back, hugging him close to you, making sure he wouldn’t leave you as you willingly gave yourself to him. 

He put his mouth to your ear, saying in a titillating tone, “It’s going to feel a whole lot better from here on out, love. Be a good girl and take it.”

Sebastian renewed his plunder of you gradually increasing the power of his assault, but this time you whole-heartedly enjoyed it. Each thrust sent shivers through your body and as they did, you did your best to please him. You kissed his chest, worshiping his muscular body while it pounded into you. Moving on from his chest, you went to his neck and kissed it, letting your tongue run on it before placing your mouth close to his ear so he could hear you moan. He so adored listening to you moan while he made you his. It was the sound he had been dreaming of ever since he went to Azkaban–and now he was hearing it and was the direct cause of it. 

Body rolling into his, you felt your orgasm build up and you rode the high as he stimulated you with each move. You clawed at his back and held him tight, screaming his name as you came. His thrusts were inhumane at that point, as if he was trying to break you completely. The pain and pleasure mixed into one as you let your cum run onto Sebastian’s dick and down your legs. Your arms fell back onto the bed and your head hit the pillow as you steadily lost strength. To teach you a lesson, he didn’t allow himself to cum until a while later, not until he had made you orgasm once more. By then, you were just a mix of moans and whimpers as you lost all thought and movement in your body. It shook almost violently while he took you. You were so coated in your own fluid that every time he moved in you it made a wet, slimy sound. 

Finally reaching his peak, he came in you as your body pathetically tried to grind with him, spraying his enormous load inside you. You moaned, feeling the heavy gift he left inside you, and thanked him silently. With your cunt wrecked like nothing else, he thrusted into you for his last rounds, not wanting to leave you and wanting to make sure his seed was so far in you that you wouldn’t be able to get it out. He kissed you, still dominant but with more of a loving touch to his lips. You weakly returned it and smiled. He grinded his body into yours leisurely, enticing your body to wake up and grind back into his as you tremble. A few tortured sounds came out of you as your body ached and yet wanted more. Pleased with himself, he removes himself from you, watching his penis come out of you completely covered in a mixture of your guys’ cum. Moving to a sitting position next to you, he began to think.

He kept replaying the beautiful moments you two had shared. He had you. He had his way with you and it felt wonderful. You felt wonderful. Nothing was going to be the same now. Now that he was out of Azkaban, he was free. And he wasn’t going to let go of you now–not when he just found you and made you his.

“I love you, Sebastian” A frail voice said, not recognizing that it was your own.

“I love you too, Y/N. I always have.”

You laid there in a trembling, crumpled heap of used up desire. Your mind no longer registered the events leading up to the moment, only focusing on the pleasure you received from Sebastian. He made you feel so good, made you feel so many things you never felt before. You loved him. You needed him. You wanted him to ravage you again, to fuck you non-stop in so many different ways but your body gave out and you felt the pull of slumber. Just as you did with Sebastian, you gave in, permitting yourself to sink into the depths of the abyss.

Head turning towards you, Sebastian looks at you while you sleep peacefully and declares, “You will never leave me, dear. I will make sure of that.” With those words, he grabs his wand and points it at you, saying the one word you wouldn’t have wanted to hear–what you would have ran from had you been conscious and in control of your mind.

“Imperio.”

[jecksaa]

Not His Idea

On the Second day of Kinkmas, I apologize for Rookwood smut. But i had fun writing this one. Prompt was Size Kink word count is - 1.7k Enjoy! and a friendly reminder MDNI, please only read if 18+ as always.

“fuck…” a sigh left Victor’s throat as he slumped in his high winged back armchair; it had been a rough few weeks, every one of his plans were being foiled by a fucking child. His men were useless, half of them dead the second the insolent child laid eyes on them. The child’s magic was growing, and his army was depleting, Victor was at the end of his tether with losing. He needed a plan, a fool proof plan to either turn them or be rid of them once and for all. First, he needed a clear mind to think, he needed her, writhing around him, screaming his name. That would make him feel better. Victor looked over the encampment, it was loud, the men and women were drinking their troubles away, their loses, their hard efforts. She was drinking alone in a vacant corner of the tent, long jet-black hair swept over one shoulder, a sorrowing look in her eyes, he felt if he had a heart it would break for her, for all of them. He took up the space next to her, leaning against one of the support beams. She was considerably smaller than him, which suited Victor perfectly. She was normally feisty, but the second his cock was deep within her, she was a tiny needy mess. “Penny for your thoughts?” A small smirk tugged at Victors lips. “That joke got old after the first time, Victor.” A smirk to mimic his. “Apologies, Penny. You smiled though.” She let out a small sigh, looking up at Victor with her bright green eyes, the same ones that sometimes haunt his dreams, dreams of watching the life fade from them by someone else hands and not his. Not that he would want to kill her, but the idea had crossed his mind once, or twice while she was choking on his cock. He could just wrap his hands around her pretty little throat, squeeze tight enough that her airways would be cut off and the light would slowly fade from those beautiful green eyes. “Can I help you, Sir?” A hit of sarcasm in her tone. “Actually, I do believe you can. Follow me.” Victor gestured with his finger for her to obediently follow, she does. ~~~ Victor led her to his own quarters, a larger room in the encampment. The warmth from the fireplace filled the space, Victor shed his long dark blue trench coat letting it hit the floor, his black top hat thrown across the room. Her hands came from behind, unlooping the buttons on his dark maroon vest. He turned to face her, his hand grazing her cheek, moving into her loose hair, his fingers interlocking and gripping hard. Penny winces at the pain, but her eyes are begging him to take her. Victor pulls her head back so their eyes lock, looming over her, his lips just brushing against hers, a soft mewl lingered between them. “Kneel!” Victor commanded. Her bright doe eyes, the wet sheen to her lips, the way she slowly knelt before him, her fingers unclasping his trousers. She pulled them down just low enough that he was freed, her hands grasped the base of his thick cock, she dragged her tongue slowly up his shaft, her mouth wrapped around the tip. Her tongue danced over the sensitive head, slowly sucking in her cheeks. Eye contact never breaking, Penny pulled her head back, a string of saliva mixed with pre-cum connected her delicate lips to his throbbing cock. Victor needed more, his hand still tangled in her hair, grip tightening he pulled her back so her mouth, and her throat took him completely.

Soft sobs muffled by the entirety of Victor, her tongue dragging along the underside of his cock. Low, deep grunts catching in his throat, her mouth felt good, but her cunt would feel better. He wanted to savor this moment for just a bit longer though, she was never this obedient. Normally she is running her mouth, fighting with anyone who looked at her wrong. With her it was always a power play, her stature was well under half of his own, but he was sure that’s what made everyone terrified of her, she could easily kill a man three times her size, but when it came Victor, her fight was becoming less and less each time. She would never admit to herself that she loved this just as much as he did. Who was he kidding, he would never admit it either. The moans that vibrated against his skin sent shivers up his spine, the hand intertwined with her hair pulled her in as far as her throat would allow, he almost let his head roll back in pleasure. He just needed a few seconds of watching her choke on his cock before pulling her off. Penny tried to stifle the coughing, tears staining her slightly reddened cheeks, she wiped the mixed-up saliva from around her mouth. “Good girl!” A pleased hum from Victor.

A needy whimper escaping her, he pulled her up by the tangled mess that was now her hair. Slowly releasing her, his fingers trailed over the buttons of her blouse, undoing them as he went. She tugged the shirt off behind her, he took in the sight of her bare breasts before him. His hands unclasped her skirt fasteners, letting it fall and crumple on the floor. Tugging at the small little bow that was keeping her undergarments in place, his fingers slipping in-between the soft cotton and her warm skin, pulling them down till they fell. Victor grabbed her hand walking backwards, pulling her towards the bed, her feet stepping out of the slightly damp material. His calves bumping against the wooden frame, her hands pulling at his clothes. Vest thrown across the room, shirt tossed over her head, trousers lay at his ankles, her palm lay flat against his chest. Giving a soft push, Victor’s back hitting the soft mattress, kicking the remainder of his trousers off. Penny slowly climbed atop Victor, giving a tantalizing lick over the head of his cock before settling her hips just above his now aching length. Her hand gripped him tightly as she adjusted herself, the tip pressed against her opening, slowly rubbing against the wetness between her legs. Victor’s hands ran up her thighs, they settled on each side of her hips. Her skin was soft, and warm, delicate for a criminal like her. The sensation was maddening, his fingers dug into her skin, pulling himself into her sharply. Hissing at the feeling of her tight walls clenching around him, her abrupt screams filling the room. He didn’t stop there, thrusting into her, the rhythm was harsh, rough, making sure her screams never faded.

It wasn’t enough, Victor pulled out of her wetness, a needy moan left her lips before he situated himself behind her. The palm of his hand pressed into her back, forcing her hands to support her on the bed, his free hand slid to pull her hips up. Pressing the head of his cock against her core, he plunged deep within her, running the hand back to her other hip and pulling her further against him. Her moans becoming desperate, his pace was rougher, demanding. Her cunt was more than willing to obey the demand, it tightened around him, her body began to shake from her own release. Her slick coating his length, making it easier to fuck her. He felt her body begin to go limp. Leaning into her ear, he whispered. “Not finished yet.” Victor’s hand slipped round her throat, pulling her into his chest, gripping tighter with each thrust into her tight, wet cunt. Her strangled moans barely audible, her breathing started to stagger. His mouth nibbled on her ear, grazing down her neck before sinking his teeth into her shoulder. A pained screamed began to leave her before his hand tightened again, tilting her head back a bit further, he could now see her eyes, the tears that streamed from them. The most beautiful fucking mess he ever had the pleasure of creating. “You are such a good little whore for me!” A deep purr in her ear. Her walls tightened around his cock again, her hands were clawing at his thighs, her nails digging into his skin. She felt incredible, completely soaked just for him. Victor felt his own climax creeping up on him, he needed her to come again, to come with him. His free hand softly kneaded her breasts before running his fingers down the side of her ribs. Grabbing hold of her hip again, his hips hammered into her. He watched her eyes begin to roll to the back of her head, he wasn’t finished yet. His fingers moving to her clit, rubbing small circles into the sensitive nub. “Y-yes, ple-ease!” His hand still holding firm on her throat, it was as much as she could muster through the desperate screams of pleasure. Victor’s cock began to twitch at her pleas, his hips snapping into her overstimulated cunt, her strangled screams were like music to his ears. His release flowed and filled her entirely, her body shaking at her own climax. His hand releasing her, her breathing shallow and deep. He pulled his length from her and watched her fall to the bed, his own breath catching up to him. The view that befell him, was that of a dream. Her fucked into bliss, his cum spilling from in-between her legs, her neck bruising nicely with his own hand print.

He fell beside her, now realizing how sweaty and worn out he was, a heavy sigh catching in his throat. “Something wrong, Victor?” Penny’s breathing was still settling. “Just the usual.” “You fuck me like that, and you are still thinking of the child?” Penny propped herself up, elbow pressed into the mattress. “I just, I am at my wits end with them. They are a pain I need to be rid of, or I need them to join us.” Victor was trying to not sound defeated. “Kidnap them then… make them listen to you… You are Victor Rookwood after all!” Victor looked at her in awe, how had he not thought of that. Victor Rookwood, the leader of the Rookwood Gang, the most notorious dark wizard in all of Europe… and a tiny, fucked out whore of a woman, just gave him the best idea he had ever heard.

[lovisarayne]

Random plot bunny birth:

Smut one-shot of MC in a three-way with Victor Rookwood and...

Wait for it...

Poppy??

Think I could pull that off?? Any thoughts? 👀

It popped up in my head after reading the smut fic of MC/Rookwood/Harlow.

Victor seems like the type to have a harem so why not 🤷🏻‍♀️

[dhr-ao3]

The Measure of Worth

The Measure of Worth https://ift.tt/UR7QSxh by totomoo **The Honeymoon Phase is Over Summer has gone as quickly as it came— the public has been ablaze with reports and gossip of the upcoming and unprecedented Triwizard Tournament. Following a political incident between the British and French ministries, three schools have come together to host one task at each school. Join our champions on a journey through Europe for glory and honor from the high mountains of Durmstrang, to the enchanted woods of Beauxbatons, and to the magical highlands of Hogwarts. Or The gossip tabloids have been abuzz with the interviews of prospective candidates for the Triwizard Tournament. And while Sebastian and Lizzie have settled into their relationship, he did not anticipate having to deal with not one but two ex-boyfriends. Both, reaching high popularity in the polls of Witch Weekly. Jealousy, insecurity, and misunderstandings abound— is the tournament’s promising prize of glory and honor enough to prove one’s worth? Can Lizzie stand the heat and scrutiny of the rumor mills all while completing the Keepers tasks and preventing a full outbreak of war? Words: 4406, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Series: Part 2 of The Legacies We Leave Behind Fandoms: Hogwarts Legacy (Video Game), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Sebastian Sallow, Original Female Character(s), Anne Sallow, Ominis Gaunt, Poppy Sweeting, Natsai Onai, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Victor Rookwood Relationships: Sebastian Sallow/Original Female Character(s), Poppy Sweeting/ original male character, Ominis Gaunt/Anne Sallow, Natsai Onai & Original Female Character(s), Natsai Onai/ Imelda Reyes, Eleazar Fig/Miriam Fig, Victor Rookwood & Original Female Character(s), Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Wizarding Politics (Harry Potter), Angst and Fluff and Smut, Trauma, Impending Goblin War, Relationship Discussions, Wandlore (Harry Potter), Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Character Study, Jealous Sebastian, Possessive Sebastian, Victor Rookwood has an obsession, Durmstrang, Beauxbatons, Triwizard Tournament (Harry Potter) via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/JAySRXZ May 21, 2023 at 10:20PM