#leander oneshots

[trappolia]

FEELING HUMAN, HOOKED ON YOUR BREATH ── leander + gn!reader, 430

leander is painfully aware of his reputation; knows that you've heard rumours of how the corner room you currently occupy in the wet wick was once exclusively for him and his one-night-stands, vere's little quips of him getting some action with a stranger or two in dark alleys, and he hasn't exactly been subtle with the way he looks at you in the candlelight when you're huddled together in one of the booths. he knows that you're no fool, that you're not deaf to the warnings to stay away from him lest you fall too deep into his spell of dark magic—

but you stay anyway.

perhaps it is because he is one of the few to offer you some semblance of comfort in the unfamiliar streets of eridia without asking for anything else, or because he is the only one capable of touching your bare hands and remain sane enough to see the exact shade of your pretty eyes, but whatever the reason, he finds himself unable to care. he finds himself doing a lot of uncharacteristic things since you've come around, actually.

leander does not believe in god, has never even entertained such thoughts of a divine entity existing with the sort of life he's led since birth, but he thinks that despite your curse, you are the closest thing to an angel he's ever met. leander feels bad about it, really; the thoughts that plague his mind when he lets you trace the grooves and scars of his calloused hands, your darkened fingertips ghosting upon the skin of his forearm like a dancer from the amaryllis district. he feels guilty, as if he's taking advantage of your trust like this, even if you're the one who's touching him, but it's outweighed by that something that leander still can't name even after all those nights of laying awake in night or nursing his nth bottle of rum in the wet wick at some ungodly hour of the night; something about how you touch him like he's the only solid thing in the world, the look in your eyes when you find your fingers wandering over to the scar on his face.

there is no such thing as heaven or hell, just the monsters (soulless and mortal) that linger in the space between, but your touch is divine, and for the first time in his life, leander wants nothing more than to repent for his sins, to whisper his confessions against the warm dark-gold of your knuckles as if he could find some semblance of forgiveness in your skin.

© trappolia 2024

[anto-pops]

Fissured Composure - Sebastian Sallow x Female!Reader

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

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

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

Word Count: 6.2k

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

Full fic can be found here on Ao3 as always !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sparring? What the hell for?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[5sospenguinqueen]

Professor Fig: I said you could invite one friend.

MC: Sir, they don't come separately.

Sebastian: Yeah, we're pack animals.

(Ominis, Poppy, Imelda, Natty, Garreth and Leander nod)

[vermilionsun]

I HAVE BEEN SUMMONED [thanks @sicarius-lunae <3]

@muspellssynir I love the way your brain works :))

Ais

✩ Eyes wide, has to actively keep his jaw from hitting the floor.

✩ D O W N  B A D

✩ He just stares at you before he chuckles, his chuckle turning into laugher

✩ “You're a bold one, aren't you, sparrow?”

✩ He walks up close to you and grabs your chin, leaning down so his face is inches away from yours

✩ “What made you think I would do all of that with you?” said he, ever the asshole

✩ He just stands there, crossing his arms, still looking down at you

✩ Meanwhile his brain is short-circuiting.

✩ His internal thoughts are just screaming. He clears his throat as he looks down at you, his hands slightly clenched into fists. His mind was telling him the same thing again and again, how in the world could you have come up with all that stuff?!

✩ At the same time, he was trying his best not to think about the fact that you were right there, in front of him, your eyes are so beautiful and those lips... No, no shut up, don't think like that, get a grip on yourself.

✩ And maybe something like…

✩ “Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, so cute, so pretty, so close, oh god, don’t think dirty thoughts, DON’T THINK DIRTY THOUGHTS—”

✩ Į̷̖̮͉̹͖̅͂͗̋̓̑̊͗͐͐͝ ̷̜̌̈́͒s̷̨̺͇̲̘̥̒̍̈́́͌̿̓͜h̴̦̦̼̝̻̮͖̺̮̣̹̱̊̊̌̇͠o̷̡̩̩̞̳͎͉̳̞̰̙̍̾̓̓͠ù̷̧̙̲̹̜̘̰̠̦̩̝̓͊͑͆̓͊̽͆̀͝l̷̢͇͍̰̘̾̿̀̚d̷͍̫̠̼̜̝̯̯̑̇ ̶͇̓͒̅̓͋̈͊̅̋̚̕͝ḧ̸̥͉̪́̀̈́͆͑̽̐͝a̶͓̠̠̦̱͐̑̽̉͂̃̎̔̕̕v̶̲̮̣͇̰̎́̓̎͛̓̀̈̈́͒̐ę̴̩̺̹̦͇̺̈͋͗͂͑̂̇̕͠͝ ̴̦͕̍c̵̬͊̾h̷͉̗̗̘͊̓̓ơ̴̤͖̦̇͊̈́̈́͝s̸̨̹̯͈̈͆ͅè̶̞̱̪̹̳͔͓̓͊̓̉͑̽͂̀̀͠n̶̙̓̉̏̾̄̓́̿̈ ̵̧̟̫̪̖̙͚̈́̇̑̓̀ą̷̛̦͉͍̱͕̰̗͎̖͛̋̄̈́̾̎͌̾͝͝ ̵̢̳̖͆̒̅̆̋̏̇̎͆͗̚̚b̵͖̺̠̻͕͙̖̃̀́̕e̶̡͎̯̥̠͚̮̫̤̿́̚͝t̶̢͎̠͕͇͎̊͌͌͊͊͐̆̽͂͜͝͝ţ̶̛̦͍̩̭̯̰̻͙̪͗̉̅̐̈́̽̽͝ẹ̵̡̯͚̰̗͐̌̈́̀̅͆̀̈́̓̃̀r̵̡̬̝̹͋͛ ̷̢̡̹̬̖̱͍̝̈́͌̔̈͐́̾̈́ͅh̸̢̧̛͈̦̻̝̮͆͑͛̿̽͑̒̀̀̄ͅõ̵̫̟̇̚͝ͅs̵̠̯̬̬̙̓̑́͆̾̇̈́͑͘͜t̴̛̼̩̱̓̊́̾̕͠,̸̨̣̭̩̲͖̈́̽́̍̔̓̕͘ ̸͕͇͎͓̮̠͒̒̃́̅͌͋͑͑́̒͜͠ḑ̸͈̥͙̯̯̗̖̑͋̈́͛̈́͑̚a̵̺̹̥͖̱͉̩͒̉̀͛̎̔̈́́͂̓̀͝m̴̧̲͋̓̒͑́̈́̍͘͝͠ǹ̸̻͖͙̗̹̦̬̙͕̲̲͊̃̽̐̈͛̅́̓ ̸̦̘̞͍̀͆́͋́̈͂̀̈́͐̚͠i̷̭̺̗͐t̷͍̳̞̪͇̬̗͔̏͑̅̿̑̓͊̋̚̚͠

Kuras

✞ The corner of his mouth twitches upwards for just a second

✞ a m u s e d, and doesn't even try to hide it, ffs

✞ “Is that a confession or a threat?”

✞ He studies you for a long moment, golden eyes cold and sharp before he rolls his eyes

✞ He chooses to plainly ignore both your smirk and the light flush under his collar.

✞ You're infuriating, impulsive, shameless, and entirely too attractive for your own good. But he'll die before he ever admits that out loud.

✞ Every moment of this interaction is being carefully cataloged, analyzed. His golden eyes remain fixed on every minute change of expression, every slight shift in body language.

✞ Just how far are you willing to go?

✞ His own words play back in his mind, ‘I see you are not to be dissuaded.’

✞ He mentally chides himself. Snap out of it.

✞ "I'll give you credit for trying," he says calmly, his tone somehow even softer than before.

Leander

🗡 He spits out his drink cartoon–style

🗡 He sets it down and turns his attention fully towards you

🗡 Then the widest, dumbest, prettiest grin spreads across his face like butter in a commercial

🗡 “Well, all those are lovely options!”

🗡 *proceeds to give constructive criticism*

🗡 His thoughts have run w i l d. I’m talking rounding the universe at Mach 7 speed.

🗡 The moment is a delightful mix of curiosity and excitement, a swirling combination of "yes, yes, yes" with a sprinkle of "hmm, interesting" and a dash of "oh my god, I want".

🗡 but not like in a needy way, more like in a please-please-please-I-want-this-so-bad-but-I'll-respect-your-boundaries-and-be-patient kinda way

🗡 Becomes the 🥺

🗡 “So, it’s a date! :D”

Mhin

🕊 Bewildered in every sense of the word

🕊 They clear their throat, struggling to regain control of their own treacherous thoughts.

🕊 They look up to meet your gaze, the expression in their eyes guarded but their voice betraying just a hint of curiosity. 

🕊 “You sure move fast.”

🕊 internally dying. Bye bye mortal realm, Allmother here I come

🕊 Mhin can barely put their thoughts into anything resembling coherence. 

🕊 A small part of their mind responds to your words with a dangerous flutter, and an even more dangerous hope that they desperately try to suppress.

🕊 Attraction and suspicion vie for dominance, each one trying to drown out the voice of reason

🕊 Torn between wanting to lean closer and wanting to bolt for the nearest emergency exit.

🕊 "Yes yes PLEASE YES– NO! BAD BRAIN NO!" and "Why is this idiot doing this to me and WHY am I secretly hoping they'll keep talking??!! AAAAAA—“

Vere

✦ He lets out a low hum, resting his jaw on his palm, and his elbow upon the countertop.

✦ "Do tell," he inquires, his lips quirk up into the faintest of smirks and a soft snort escaping his nose in a laugh.

✦ A pause. Something akin to curiosity glimmers in his expression. Something about the set of his shoulders—the slight tilt of his head—strikes you as vaguely feline.

✦ He let his arms rest on either side of the other, pinning you against the wall in the process as he loomed slightly over you.

✦ Incoherent babbling and just overall thirst ✨ At least until he gets too flustered and just kind of starts to malfunction, like a computer that suddenly blue screens

✦ Definitely not holding back those thoughts. He's trying reeeeally hard to keep a facade of aloofness but his mind goes places that are far from holy

✦ yesyespleaseplease~

✦ He can't give in so easily!

✦ He's gonna go completely feral the moment you even hint at giving him the go-ahead—

✦ "Fox got your tongue?"

[myokk]

WIP TAG GAME

Thank you so much for the tags @okeydokeylackey @anomalyaly 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 as always I LOVED SEEING THE ART & READING THE EXCERPT🤭♥️ YOU ARE SO TALENTED!!!

this is a oneshot I’ve just started (NOT EDITED IT IS STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS WRITING), it’s just silly and feral but maybe only feral if you like sensual hand holding🫨 maybe some flustering eye contact…

no pressure tags: @writing-intheundercroft @sloanesallow @jackalope-patronus @shyamanuensis @ravenwind-75 @sav-less @hazyange1s

If anyone wants to share their wips feel free!! I have had a long day/week/month & I always have a hard time thinking of people to tag🫠

If Sebastian Sallow could curse Garreth Weasley and get away with it, he would.

Unfortunately, after an incident involving Prewett and some misplaced toads, he’s being monitored too closely by staff and students alike. Staff, so that it won’t happen again, and students in the hope that they will see something and gain the prestige of being the ones to tell everyone else about it. It seems to Sebastian as if students of the red-headed Gryffindor variety are out to get him and make his life an absolute miserable living hell, and he is not happy about it.

That weasley red-headed bastard had, once again, created a potion whose effects had gone disastrously wrong. This time, he had convinced her that it would alter her memory for ‘only a day!’, to give her an easier time retaining information so that exams would be easier for her. Their NEWTs are causing the seventh-year students to have periodic nervous breakdowns, and hers had apparently manifested in believing Weasley. Although Sebastian had, time and time again, tried convincing her that it didn’t matter if sometimes they had to go over notes a few times before she truly understood them, she had always had a complex about it. If Sebastian had known that Weasley was going to rope her into being the test subject of his latest experiment, he would have tried to put a stop to it.

Sebastian surreptitiously looks over to the girl at his side.

Her head is bent down, dark hair shining in the late-afternoon sunlight as she quietly reads a book at his side. They’re sitting on the shore of the Black Lake, it’s one of those unusually warm spring days where one could fool themselves into believing it’s already summer, and as he stares down at her Sebastian can’t help but think of what they would normally be up to. Well, normally as of a few weeks ago.

Sebastian hasn’t been able to touch her in two weeks, and he is going mad.

She drags a delicate finger across the words as she reads, her dark lashes fanning out across her cheeks as her eyes follow her finger, plump lips moving slightly as she occasionally whispers the extra-beautiful sounding words to herself.

[atypicalamortentia]

THINKING....

of doing a weekly piece of writing for kinktober (unsure if it will be H.P or H.L or both) and i would like to start planning asap so...

SEND IN YOUR KINK SUGGESTIONS!

[mspegasus17]

My weird Oneshots

I'm writing Oneshots for events on Discord. Most of them are weird and I decided to share them with you in my Oneshot collection. There is only one Oneshot for now, but I'm working on more. There will be fluff and spice and smut. Come get traumatized on Wattpad or AO3.

[seedsinmygarden]

my masterlist

General Content

All my normal content, not including OC content! That is the next section below. :D

"Coming Out As FTM Trans!" Professors Fig and Sharp have a chat with MC that leads to them coming out as trans. Word Count: 1,792 words Tags/Warnings: Set in a time where Fig didn’t die in the Final Repository Battle. Fluff, mentions of homophobia/transphobia. [ Tumblr ]

"MC's Wedding Day" All the professors were invited to MC's wedding with who-and-who. Word Count: 2,017 words Tags/Warnings: Set in a time where Fig didn’t die in the Final Repository Battle; takes place seven years after the Battle Below Hogwarts— thus, all student characters aged-up to their early 20s! Fluff, some found family. [ Tumblr ]

"Music Taste" A couple various characters and their music taste. Word Count: 328 words Tags/Warnings: None, really. [ Tumblr ]

OC Content

All my OC content, in chronological order!

coming soon...

Content From OG HogwartsLegacyReactions

I have permission from Scarlet to post these as these are the ones I worked on or assisted with! I unfortunately do not have anything from the full account from her end, only what I worked on, but you can follow her new HLR account here!

"Marrying Someone Else" HLC React to watching MC marry someone else! Word Count: 1,622 words Tags/Warnings: Some angst, mostly nice and fluffy (though platonic). [ Tumblr ]

"Wand Woods/Cores" HLC Wand Woods and Cores, with extensive research! Word Count: N/A Tags/Warnings: None? [ Tumblr ]

"Disney Prince/Princess Pairings" I pair up every HLC with their Disney character counterpart! Word Count: 1,538 words Tags/Warnings: None? [ Tumblr ]

"Coming Out as MTF Trans!" MC comes out as trans to her friends! Word Count: 667 Tags/Warnings: Fluff, some angst, mentions of transphobia. [ Tumblr ]

"Reborn As Dragon Patronus" MC is reincarnated as their dragon patronus... who do they see? Word Count: 2,240 words Tags/Warnings: Mentions of death and angst. Lots and lots of angst. Platonic pairings will be specified, all the others can be interpreted as romantic or platonic! [ Tumblr ]

"Secretly Dating Professors" HLP in their secret relationship with Professor!OC... or perhaps it's not so much a secret to some... Word Count: 288 words Tags/Warnings: Fluff galore, Aged-Up Non-MC Character (Professor!OC). [ Tumblr ]

[vermilionsun]

The sun shone timidly through the closed curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. The dust particles danced in the light, the summer breeze whispering through the cracks in the window.

You stretched and yawned, feeling the warmth of your beloved's body next to you. As you turned to face him, his peaceful expression melted away any lingering traces of sleep in your mind. The moment felt so serene and perfect, you couldn't help but smile. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, shifting your arms to wrap around him.

The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of love.

"I love you," you whispered, pushing a strand of hair behind his ear and leaving a gentle kiss against his forehead.

Leander stirred, slowly opening his eyes, a lazy grin spreading across his face. He shifted closer, nuzzling against you, inhaling the scent of your shampoo and the lingering fragrance of the freshly picked lilies from the vase on the bedside table.

"Morning," he murmured, his voice still gruff from sleep. He reached up, his fingers threading lazily through your hair as he met your gaze. "Love you too," he replied, eyes gleamig with a warmth that mirrored the sunshine streaming through the curtains.

"Do you know what day it is today?" You asked softly, tracing circles on his chest with your fingertips.

He shifted his body to face you fully, resting his chin on his free hand.

Leander furrowed his brow, racking his brain to recall the date. "Uh…" He paused, his fingers tracing absentminded patterns on your hip. "Monday?" he ventured, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. "No, wait… Tuesday?"

You chuckled softly as you leaned in to kiss his cheek. "Close, but not quite," you teased. "It's your birthday."

A sheepish grin spread across his face. "Damn, is it really?" He shifted, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer against him. "I completely lost track of the days this week," he mumbled, a hint of embarrassment coloring his voice. "You planning anything for me, huh?"

"Hm. I have your present downstairs."

“Waking up to see your face… I couldn’t have asked for a better gift.”

You couldn't help but echo back a small laugh, snuggling into the crook of his neck. "Happy Birthday, Leander."

“Waking up to see your face… I couldn’t have asked for a better gift.”

Happy Birthday Leander! ✨

Leander admits with a bashful grin that he spent a small fortune to acquire this portrait. Strangely enough, neither Kuras nor Mhin had to pay anything…

[zetadraconis11]

Garreth and Imelda are together, but they try to keep it a secret for now. But this is Hogwarts, where secrets are hardly kept... In other words, the One Where Everyone Finds Out

[trappolia]

HOUSE OF ERIDIA ── touchstarved x reader, high fantasy au

“Among the monarch's most intimate inner circle was their Master of Whispers (...) sharp and cunning, the mastermind of an intricate network of spies and informants that ran through the high aristocracy within the walls of the palace, down to the most slimy backwaters of the kingdom's outskirts. The truth of LEANDER’s threat, however, laid within his charm (...) it is said that not even his most beloved Eminence trusted him.”

Leander was devoted— as devoted as a man of such skill in less than legal information brokering could be, at least. Often times you wondered whether he was worth trusting; so much information he laid out at your feet like a suitor would bestow upon you with golds and jewels and fine silks, and just as much he kept away from you. Perhaps it was unwise to bestow upon the fickle position of Master of Whispers to a man who shared your bed, but never his own secrets-- or perhaps you thought too much of him. You did, after all, cradle your own secrets to your chest.

“To one such as the monarch, who clung onto their religion as if it were drywood amidst the furious seas, KURAS was a strange sort of salvation in himself (...) rumoured to be otherworldly, golden-eyed and infinitely wise not only in his knowledge of forgotten, they claimed him a lost eldritch being, shunned by the highest deities of the sky. Others said that he was a deity himself. But what deity hid in the shadows of the throne and kissed the feet of the mortal that sat upon it?”

Amidst the fickle serpents' game of politics and war, there was a superficial solace to be found in the religion you were raised in as a child. From that faith, your devotion extended to a gift from the gods laid at your door, the golden-eyed angel that you were not quite sure existed till they bestowed him to you. Strangely enough, he treated you with the same sort of reverence— as an acolyte might to their own deity. Yours was a strange relationship, a push-and-pull of prayer and religious guilt. Both of you hid your unholiness within a facade of worship and idolatry. You did not know why he has come, but you knew he saw you for what you were and bent the knee anyway. Be not afraid, he said. And so you were not, blindly so.

“The paramour was flame-haired and quick of the tongue, an exotic pet that graced the bed of Their Majesty easily enough once lured with the promise of lavish gifts and security (…) VERE traded his ugly iron shackles for a prettier set of golden chains, but he was not so cunning so as to let himself be lured in by the false promises of what he called “these damned monarchs”.”

It was not an uncommon feat for monarchs to take paramours even after marriage, but if the whore picked from the streets of silk was pretty enough, it could warrant the envious whispers of enraged nobles no matter how high a position one may hold within the royal family. Fortunately, Vere played the game of thrones well, you must admit. Of all the lovers and paramours you've taken over the course of your rule, he is the one you have to worry about defending in court the least… though his knowledge and skill holds up a different problem for you entirely. Perhaps your Small Council does speak some truth when they warn you of the lies he could entrap you in…

”THE STRANGER came like death on a misty night in the dead of winter. Who were they? What reason could they have to lurk around the castle halls, to indulge themselves in the benevolence of the monarch of which they did not worship? What did they seek, and why was Their Majesty so eager to offer their aid?”

A ruler as kind and benevolent as yourself was not so arrogant so as to be oblivious to the suffering of the smallfolk. Many called you naïve, too young to carry the burden of the crown, but you have inherited centuries of peace from your parents, and are intent on continuing such tradition. That is, perhaps, the reason why you welcomed MHIN into your palace that night, turning down your council’s suggestions of torturing them — where they’ve came from, why they’ve come, how a commoner possesses a gift for the magic arts. You offer them bread and wine and a place of rest, speaking nothing of how you’ve noticed their eyes flit about— not warily, but searching. It is naïvety then, in your hopes that MHIN finds what you seek in you, despite your sureness that you will one day stand at opposite ends of a looming war.

“Rare was a monarch who did not indulge in illicit affairs, whether it be a matter of simply flesh or true romance— but what transpired between Their Majesty and the creature of Crimson Grotto was so twisted that their story was told as both urban legend and warning even a millennia afterwards. But in the most desperate of times, even the most noble of the gods’ chosen are capable of such sin.”

AIS was already a figure of urban legend when you came to him him, a sopping wet half-adult playing dress up in an oversized crown and velvet robes weighed down by the grimy water that stained its hem. He never did tell you whether the stories you’d heard were true, only confirmed that yes, he is capable of what you beg him for. He thought of you foolish, to make a deal with an eldritch creature — or, at least, the vessel of one — but he realised too late that he’d gone off the deep end with you when it came to this deal. In the end, there was only his hope that they would not liken you, so good and so bright, to the hopeless thing that is whatever is left of him. Or, perhaps, it will be a last mercy to both of you, to be known in history side-by-side, mentioned alongside the other always— like a single entity.

© trappolia 2024

[5sospenguinqueen]

MC: Why is your back all scratched up?

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

Garreth: I'm having an affair.

MC: With who?

Garreth: (panicking) Leander.

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

[vermilionsun]

Before I explain, there are a few issues to keep in mind:

The first Fogfall happened a century ago (“Is Eridia the last city?- The previous largest city, Lovent, was the epicenter of the first Fogfall. In the century since [...] )

We don’t know exactly the LI’s true natures or origins (yet), so monster, human, cursed, whatever their natural state is or however many beings are in one body, the oldest one has the advantage in this...well, 'age line' (?).

Kuras

In his character lore drop, “The Divine Teacher”, it is mentioned his figure has been present since “the earliest civilisations”. But if he’s a Monster, how did he escape the Shroud before the rest of the Monsters?

Vere

We know he’s had over a hundred celebrations (Birthday post ‘23) but also that the Senobium “bound a dangerous beast with a magic collar centuries ago” and the reports of the beasts’ first appearance were “ancient”—for something to be considered ancient, is must be “older than 2,000 to 5,000 years.” Make it make sense. It doesn’t, unless I’m taking the exact words too seriously. (Or he, like the MC, is cursed, and the beast inside him is seperate from Vere, like Ais and Ocudeus)

Ais

Either Ocudeus or him were alive and active before and during the first Fogfall (“As Monsters continued to abandon the Shroud” - character lore drop “Death Knell”).

I believe that this was Ocudeus, but we don’t know when it made the deal with Ais, so I’m putting both of them here.

Mhin

I want you to keep an open mind with this. If Lovent was destroyed during the first Fogfall and Mhin was there, it makes them at least a hundred years old.

Leander

He “came of age and packed his bags to chase his dreams twelve years ago”. The only straightforward thing about this man is his age.

[choccy-milky]

Okay so I read your entire fic in three days and I LOVE IT!? ITS SO GOOD!?! I am supposed to be studying for finals and instead have spent 72 hours definitely not doing that. I originally got into your fic because I saw your drawings from different scenes and OH MY GOD THEYRE AMAZING. The way you draw Seb makes me want to bang my head on the table (in the best way ever)…that boy does things to me. The whole thing is just uGHHH chefs kiss amazing work love it love you amazing

AWW TYY IM GLAD YOU LIKED IT SM (ENOUGH TO BINGE IT AND IGNORE SCHOOL) AND THAT YOU LIKE HOW I DRAW SEB TOO💖💖😍😍😍

LMAOO but fr as a procrastinator and horrible student myself, im pleased with this theme of interfering with ppls schoolwork/thesis/whatever else to read my fic...im dragging yall down with me...just stop using your brain and enjoy sexy seb aha😜 (ILY TOO GOOD LUCK ON UR FINALS)

@jstfndmthngs omg thank you for such a long and in depth ask i hope u dont mind i just screenshotted it and cut it into 2 BAHAHA but THANK YOUU im glad youre enjoying it so far!! 🥹💖AND YESSS BAHAHA IVE ALSO BRAINWASHED YOU TO SEE SEB AND CLORA WHEN YOU SEE A BLONDE + BROWN HAIR COUPLE mission accomplished😈😈 and I LOVE THAT YOU DAYDREAM ABOUT SEB AND CLORA TOO!!! people thinking about your fic/art when theyre not actively reading it is the highest honour fr...😭🙏 AND BAHAHA I REMEMBER THAT COMMENT THREAD ABOUT LEANDER AND HIS LITTLE GARDEN PATCH LMAO and him and seb competing as neighbors/dads over who has the better yard...LMAO im putting in my oneshot that leander lives close by, i might try and find a way to allude to that if i can LMAOO speaking of IM GLAD YOURE LOOKING FORWARD TO THE ONESHOT 💖💖 ive been working on the outline every day the past few days and its 24k words AND THATS JUST THE OUTLINE😭😭LIKE DAWG i was planning on this oneshot to just be short and sweet BAHAHA but i forgot im fluent in yappanese...then i just kept thinking of cute pregnancy moments i wanted to add so it spiralled....BUT ANYWAY I HOPE I CAN FINISH IT SOON!!🙏 also im so impressed you only read 1 chap of my fic a day BAHAHA i admire the self restraint bc i could never...but i feel you with wanting to make things last. LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU CATCH UP!!🥳AND TY AGAIN!!💖💖

omg anon this is diabolical...at first i was imagining it as seb being the one caught in the time loop and going crazy, but i actually think its better if its clora... because the idea of seb watching her slowly spiral into semi-insanity while knowing its bc of some weird time shenanigans and he doesnt know how to help would also make SEB go crazy BAHAHAH. i dont think ill ever write this but i just wanted to tell u i love this idea LOL

aw TYYYYY!!! i’m honoured u think so omg😭🥹💖 you sent this a while ago (before all of the recent family posting ive been doing) BAHAHA so i hope youre enjoying the kid content bc u manifested it girl🥰 and trust me i aint doing work for the fandom, the fandom is doing work for ME!!! by continuing to humour my brainrotted ass😔🙏

"they're my legal parents now" followed by "so anyway can you draw them going down on each other" LMFAOOOOO💀💀💀thank you i love you anon. and i HAVE been wanting to draw this for a while so YES!! i just cant guarantee when...but the day SHALL come rest assured🫡😇

[storges-oranges]

See, now I've got Leander x Senobium pupil!MC in mind. A full on oneshot on this blog? More like than you'd think!

Leander x reader.

Reader is referred to as MC, e/c = eyecolor,

⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️ ; full blown Yandere Leander,DRUGGING, mentions murder, written at 2 am and not proofread.

This is very, very long. Apologies.

In this timeline, you probably know Leander as a flirty but overall good natured fellow. He is very down to earth given his talents, a stark contrast to the snoby culture fostered by the highborn or the otherwise wealthy dwellers of the senibium.

He likes talking to you bc you're an outsider just like him, sorta. You don't fit in with the blue bloods and golden spoons, but he does. While you try to keep a low profile to avoid being harrassed, he is followed around by a group of mages who want to learn from him, or fuck him, or use him to social climb or some combinations of the above. He is handsome and good at handling conversations and rumor says that he supplies a brand of moonshine only he can handle.

He probably ends up orbiting you because you keep to yourself -which is rare- and you seem to be genuinely interested in magics potential to better the world-even more rare. "Lucky!" he tells you one dayon the bench where you usually eat lunch- alone. "That's how I like 'em". You brushed him off then, pretending not to see the faint blush on his cheeks and ears and ignoring the funny feeling in your stomach at the sound of his boyish laugh.

He follows you around after that. Trailing behind you and making idle chatter as you make your way from lab to lab. He tells you about his day to day life, the secret underground parties. The crazy stuff people do while drunk on his weekly concoction. You ask if you can have some once. He tells you that he'd never forgive himself if anything happened to you because of it.

Of course its not like the rest of the world has forgotten about the most talented mage of this generation. You enter the spotlight by virtue of being around him as often. Everyone has something to say about the average-at-best mage who somehow managed to monopolize his attention. He tells you to ignore the mean remarks you two hear walking around.

Someone barks that they could give him a better time. He turns to them tells them he doubts it then bends down toward you and makes a piching sign with index and thumb, snickering.

Someone tells you they could pay you enough to stop pretending to be a mage. He rushes the both of you away, a noticeably tighther grip on your shoulder.

The next time you meet, its in one of the libraries, in the semi-privacy of the space between two book shelves. He's got a broken nose but no other damage is visible. He tells you you should see the other guy. You chastize him and he chukles.

"Worried about me?"

Your immediate answer, the sincerity in your tone, the frown your face, all of it makes him dizzy. He lens down and bumps your foreheads together. You can feel his breath. His warmth.

"Careful now. You might give a guy the wrong idea."

"Maybe its not 'the wrong idea' "

He blinks then. Once. Twice. A smile breaks on his face and he finally, finally kisses you.

You don't see him for a long, long while after that.

In his absence, things went to shit for you. Now, without him to protect you, you've become free game for any asshole who was bored, or had something to prove, or both.

You tried to fight back, as bravely as possible, you really did. But you were outnumbered. The indifference of the administrative clerk as he signed the expulsion notice with a golden pen reminded you of the shallowness of your own pockets.

Pockets which only became lighter after you were told to pay damages for the emotional distress you caused your highborn peers. And "wrongful use of magical powers". And "attempted murder".

Overkill, considering the only things you'd done was cast a spell on one that turned every food into rocks when in contact with their saliva and curse another with being shit on by birds, even indoors. Although that last one might've backfired; you remember a hooded figure near the gates shuffling around awkwardly when the cursed one walked by. Maybe you should revise your spells.

At any rate, you were now homeless and penniless. You thought you could seek shelter and employment with the local doctor as you knew a thing or two about medicinal plants. If he was really taking people in for free, he wouldn't begrudge an additional pair of hands to help. It would be a start. A place to stay at least, until you figured out whatever happened to Leander.

It was as though he transformed into smoke. No one knew of his whereabouts, at least in Hight town, and the people of Lowtown were less than cooperative with a mage from the Senobium. You would only have yourself to rely on to piece this mystery together

I imagine that as you're making you way into lowtown, however, a poster on the wall catches your attention. "Bloodhounds" it says, with a clear image of Leander. Your Leander front and center.

You would take to this "wet wick" (seriously? what kind of name is that???) as fast as possible then wouldn't you?

When you enter, you see him in the middle of a crowd, showing off a trick you remember him practicing in your room. He looks different. There are dark circles under his eyes now, and a scar making its way to his jaw to the appne of hos cheek. The crowd cheers and its a small miracle he spots you, you think.

His eyes widen, and you think you see the twinkle with the same glint as back then. He jumps off the table and the crowd parts for him. That much hasn't changed at least.

"Its... you"

It comes out of him like he didn't mean for it to. Then "Why are you here? You should be..." he stops himself and looks around to the people already absorbed in their drinks. Then turns to you "Lets talk outside".

You think you should say something. But seeing him in the flesh like this, albeit more solumn than you've know him is making you mum.

His hand finds your shoulder.I like to think the ease with which he maneuvers the both you through the crown surprises you both. You because you understand why you're being so cooperative, so pliable. Him, because he didn't think his body remembered a time before, well, everything.

His hand still on your should after you've made your way out. Neither of you questions it.

"Why are you he-"

"Where were you?" you cut him and then raising a hand to his scarred cheek "And what happened ?"

He doesn't react to your touch. At least, not in a way you noticed. There was a time when he couldn't hide a thing from you, long ago.

"Well" he smiles, lets his hand travel from your your shoulder, palm lightly squeezing its way to your forearm, your elbow before resting on the back your hand "Alot happened. Much more than can be discussed in a single evening".

He nuzzles your hand then, caressing the back of it with his gloved thumb.

"Let's give it a try anyways" you say "Let it take as long as necessary."

He looks down at you and the emotions dancing in his eyes are unreadable.

"More than one evening? With little old me?" his small smiles turns into a full blown before he hears you groan. "Careful" he kisses your palm "You might give a guy the wrong idea."

He tells you what he saw in lowtown. The people gathered around the doctor-Kuras he tells you- half dead from a soulless attack. He declares to have lost faith in the Senobium that day and decided to take matters into his own hands.

"With the bloodhounds?"

"With the bloodhounds." He confirms, swirling around a glass with his newest concoction. He refuses to let you have any. At least some things never change, you tell yourself, amused.

"And you? What are you doing so far away from the Senobium?"

You tell him all about your misadventures, the rocks, the bird shit curse. He laughs so hard at your mention of the hooded stranger and almost chokes himself on the olive in his drink.

"Well" he says, once he catches his breath "what are you planning on doing now?"

You look down on your glass of water. Now that you know he alive, more than that, he had a purpose now. You.... not so much.

You didn't see yourself staying together with such a.... spirited?.... bunch. Besides, you'd had enough of Eridia as it was. True the rest of the known work was covered in the shroud but.... who knows? Maybe...

"Eridia to MC! Eridia to MC! MC, are you with us?"

Leander is all up in your space now. Arm around your shoulder, forehead to your temple and his glass, with a neon green liquid still swirling in it. The movement is so hypnothising you almost zone out again, if it weren't for Leander moving it out of your sight.

"No, no. I told you this wasn't for you"

You turn to look at him and without think you blabber something about his eyes and he hums before closing them, which seems to take you out of your stupor.

"How odd"

"What is, love?"

You do your best to ignore the nickname.

"The drink it looked.... Its like it had an effect on me. And then, with your eyes...."

You yelp when he kisses your temple, mumbling a "smart" under his breath. He looks at you with something not too different from pride.

"You're right. Its a little booster. Makes negotiations with the leaders of rival groups easier."

A chill runs down your spine. You're suddenly jkeenly aware of his arm trapping you against him. But...of course there would be some underhanded tactics. This is the underworld, for crying out loud! But to think that Leander of all people would implement such methods....

He senses your apprehension.

"Believe me" he says "this is far better than the alternative."

"Which is?"

"A bloodbath" he downs the rest of his drink in one go. "Too many people get caught in the crossfire of territorial disputes"

He brings you closer to him with the arm circling you and points to a man sitting at a table, fiddling with a wooden toy.

"That's kai" Leander continues "He lost his wife and daughter in one of those disputes. He used to work as a carpenter. Real upstanding guy. Would make toys for every kid who asked. Now he just comes here, gets black out drunk, waits to see if we're planning a raid on the bastards responsible for his grief, and leaves"

Kai looks at the both of you and nods, though likely directed at Leander, and goes back to the comically small toy in his hands.

"Tragedies like this can occur at anytime here, MC. I have to do what I can to limit the damage to the community"

You look down, ashamed of having doubted him.

"I suppose you're right.... Sorry."

"Hey now" he smiles "don't be like that. Lets leave the depressing stuff behind. You haven't told what you're planning to do now that the world is your oyster"

You smile back, thankful for the subject change.

"Well, now that the world really is my oyster, i was thinking i could see more of it."

You can feel him tense up.

"To be clear, when I said "the world", I meant Eridia"

"Well" you chuckle "You should have been more specific"

"Duly noted. I will be next time" he replies. "But just so you know, i doubt there is much out there but fogfall."

You shrug and opt to play with your own, now empty, glass of water" Who knows? Maybe there are secrets waiting to be discovered not too far from here even."

Something flashes on his face when you look to him and for a second, he looked like a stranger again. But the moment is gone before you can think it further.

"Well, you can stay here for as long as you need to. On me, of course" he takes your empty glass in your hands and asks the waiter to fill it up again.

"What? No! I couldn't ask that of you"

"No need to be shy" the waither chimes in, glass of water in hand "No one here would let the boss's partner sleep out on the street"

You want to deny the implication that you two are together. It wasn't something you discussed back then even after your private moment in the library since he disappeared. And now that you were thinking of leaving....

The cold glass against your fingertips brings you back to earth again.

"See?" Leander says. "No problem"

"Besides" the waiter replies " I'm sure the boss will pay wonderfully for his partners comfort"

"Oh come on!" Leander cries "Can't you do a friend a favor? My blood hounds and I bring much needed traffic to this place!"

The waiter is already making a round of other drinks when he affirms that the price of the furniture destroyed each night far outweighs whatever their unbridled consumption brings in.

You spend the rest of evening watching Leander haggle the price down to not-quite-a-premium-suite. And laugh and his dejected face each time he has to break up a fight that threatens to bankrupt him anymore than he, allegedly is already.

As you watch him scold his bloodhounds, you cant help but notice how much respect everyone has for him here. Its seems you needed him more than he did you.

Maybe its your turn to spread your wings.

Which would be easier if one group was willing to take you!

As optimistic as you were, traveling through the dhroug alone would be utter foolishness. Yet no matter how much of your hard earned money you offered, no one would bring you along.

Leander was always there to cheer you up. However, after the 5th refusal you started loosing hope.

"Hey" Leander would say, hand your shoulder, a constant, these days. "I'm sorry it's not going your way just yet. But don't worry you'll always have the wet wick even if you have a change of plans and choose to stay. You'll always have me"

And after the 8th offer got turned down, it really did seem that you would have to rethink your previous plan.

You were a bit ashamed to admit that your first independent endeavor since leaving the Senobium would end so pitifully. Leander managed to throw together a small army of good Samaritans and here you were, somehow struggling, even without habing to pay rent. It's at times like these that the compentence gap between you and Leander became as clear as day. He was a prodigy, you were just good enough by. At least you were, back then.

Maybe it was your nostalgia for a time when the both of you were on a somewhat equal footing that lead you to Hightown. And you would've turned back, unwilling to deal with snobbish sneers, if it weren't for a sign that read :

"WESTERN EXPEDITION: HEALER AND MAGE WANTED, ALL MATERIALS AND SUPPLIES PROVIDED FOR"

Well, if this wasn't your lucky day! You were a mage, but you had a good basis for making heeling potions!

By the time you run toward the Wet Wick to tell Leander, you're out of breath.

"Love? Whats got you excited?"

"LOOK" is all you can say, as you shove the signed contract in his face.

His smile stays on as he reads.

"Congratulations!" He exclaims. "This calls for a celebration doesn't it?" He instructs the waiter to give everyone a free round in your honor, on him of course.

The cheers that fill the room do nothing to help you come down from the high of finally, finally being on the cusp of doing something with yourself.

"Oh Leander I can't believe it!"

".....Me neither. Where'd you meet these guys, never seen them around here" he plops down on the chair beside you, your contract still in hand.

" I know right? I found them while wandering around in Hightown"

Leander hums at that. The waiter brings out his drink and your water as you excitedly tell him about the expedition team and the purpose of the trip.

"Can you imagine if we discover the ruins of Lovent?"

He laughs, tipsy,boyish.

"Then you..." he tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear, and your breath hitches ".... would have your name marked down in history."

"Yeah" you say, dazed yourself from the way he looks at you.

His voice is low when he speaks again. "Want to toast?"

The mention of drinking makes you squeamish.

"It wont be that one of course. And if you don't believe me, you can make a one yourself and have me drink it"

You gawk at the suggestion. "You would let me make one of your pacifying drinks AND drink it?"

"Yup"

"Don't you have any sense of self preservation?"

"Nope"

You take him up on it, mostly because you want to call his bluff. But as he walks you through the steps of his signature drink, you realize, with mounting horror, that this does exactly what he said it would.

"Look at you" he says proudly " Succeeding on your first try"

"I had a good mentor" you reply

"Uh-huh." He nods "No doubts about it. But we have now arrived at the crucial step; the taste test."

You're uneasiness is now a pit in tour stomach so heavy it threatens to collapse on itself.

"Are-are you sure? You really don't have to you know"

"Chickening out so late in the game MC?"

Whatever levity he hoped to bring to this situation is lost on you. Seeing you tesed up form, he takes out his gloves and holds out his hands. You answer by holding them up in yours surprised at how warm they are. You'd forgotten that he tends to run hot, so much so that he could withstand the autumn air with a simple linen shirt. You're memories at your time in the Senobium resurface, making you tear up.

"Hey.... hey don't cry! Its your day!"

But you cannot bring yourself to stop and so op to hide your face in chest instead which he accommodates, as he engulfs you in his warm is comforting embrace.

"I cant believe we will be separated again soon" you whisper.

"Well" he begins, his right hand carressing your back "If I were to say you don't need to, would make you reconsider?"

You sniff before shaking your head, incidentally burrying yourself deeper into his generous chest .

"I need to do this. To prove myself to myself." Then, you look up at him slightly "So that i can stand beside you proudly".

You've seen his eyes grow wide before, but never like this. You hear his laughter better by being so close.

"You keep surprising me" he admits "If this is what this is about, I promise you there's no need. I want you beside me. Its not something you've got to earn"

"I know. But everyone here has earned their place beside. I won't be the exception to that."

He kisses your forehead. "But you're not everyobe else. Not to me"

You feel childish to so stubbornly stick to your guns despite his reassurances but you've already decided the matter and besides, there was no turning back now.

"I see there's no talking you out of it then." comes his response to your silence. "Alright. Then I'll just have bid you farewell and wish safe travels early tomorrow. "

"I leave in a week, Leander!"

"I know, but its not enough time. Will you help me drown my sorrows?"

You reluctantly leave the safety of his bosom to look at your iteration of Leanders "negotiations specifical". You take care to slowly infuse the mixture with magic to avoid overheating it. You stop right as the drink threatens to bubble and spill.

"There" you warily present your e/c glass to his lips, cuping his jaw with your free hand."Careful, it's hot"

"Oh, I know" he winks at you.

You resist the urge to pour the drink on him in retaliation for his lame joke as you tilt the cup towards him.

He greedily gulps it all, without breaking eye contact with you. By the time the glass is empty you feel the heat in your cheeks intensify.

"Thank you, Love." Then after a beat "Though you look a little flushed. Are you alright?"

He's right. There must be too many people at the wet wick tonight, the atmosphere has grown suffocating.

"Yeah... yes." you should make your way to your room now. You had a meeting with the rest of the team. You can't aford to be late because you partied too much.

"I think this is it for me Leander" you tell him, barely managing to keep your voice straight. "I need to lay my head down a bit"

Leander, ever so dependable, offers to help you to your room.

"Thank you Leander." He chuckles "Whatever for?" "Everything, helping me out here, protecting me at the Senobium. I.... I really missed you back then". That seems to touch him somehow as you feel him briefly stopping in his tracks.

He sits you down on your bed and with a strangely pointed look asks; "You did?"

"Of course! I went looking for you everywhere you know? I thought you were dead for a second! You could've sent a message at least!!!!"

The room is spinning, you hold onto Leander for dear life. He seems satisfied with your answer and places one last kiss on your forehead before undoing your shoes for you and tucking you in.

Tomorrow you will be

You wake up the next day feeling oddly hungry. In your haste, you don't bother looking at the clock. As you run down the stairs, you are greeted by Leander, a tray of food in his hands. He must have been on his way to your room.

"Hello there! How are you feeling?"

"Better! But I need to hurry up and get ready. Thank you for the meal by the way. Want to eat with me?"

Upon his enthusiastic approval, the both of you make your way back to your room. Breakfast is spent reminiscing your days at the Senobium.

You're both in such bliss, only interrupted when duty calls Leander.

"I'll see you around then, love. Take care"

You look at your room and figure it is overdue for a bit of tidying up. It shouldn't take much time.

As you clean up your space, you come accross the tools you thought would be useful for the

. You decide to arrange them to avoid misplacing them. What if you need them one day? You would be happy they were in the right place!

Some of them came from your time in the Senobium. You figured they could be more useful for Leander. What with his line of work after all. It's not like you have that much use for them anyway.

Its good to keep your space tidy. This is where you will be for a while after all. Although a bit rundown, the place isn't too bad, especially considering ot basically came free, meals included, and good, if somewhat rowdy, company. What more could you want? Nothing really.

[little-emerald-snake]

📚 Sebastian Sallow Masterlist 📚

💕 Main Masterlist 💕

Key

🔞 - Spicy, MDNI, NSFW

🤍 - Fluffy

Oneshots

Non-Con - dark Sebastian traps F!MC and forces her to have sex with him, enacting all his dirty thoughts to satisfy the craving 🔞

Flogging - a/u, dominant Sebastian enacts a flogging scene right out of F!MC’s fantasies 🔞

Submissive - dominant Sebastian gives his submissive boyfriend Ominis a sexy task involving feet as a ‘punishment’ and ultimately gets surprised at his lovers willingness 🔞

Submissive pt2 - a continuation of Submissive that explores other fun kinky punishments Sebastian inflicts on his love Ominis 🔞

Hate Sex - Sebastian gets heated after losing a duel with Leander as his partner. Sebastian decides to corner Leander and set him straight…or…well…something like that 🔞

Cock Piercing - a/u, Sebastian meets F!MC on tinder, getting close to her and showing her an amazingly sweet first time with a reverse PA 🔞

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Cozy nights in - a sweet fluff piece of Sebastian, Ominis, and GN!MC making a pizza and enjoying their evening together 🤍

Requests

Mask Kink - Sebastian makes F!MC’s fantasy of getting fucked by a masked stranger come true while she’s exploring 🔞

All I want for Christmas is two Slytherin boys - Sebastian, Ominis and F!MC stay at Hogwarts for Christmas and decide to have some naughty fun while sleeping over together in the common room together 🔞

Seduction - Sebastian and F!MC both have feelings for Ominis, together they conspire a way to seduce their blind friend and show him how much love and attention he truly deserves 🔞

Oral Fantasy - F!MC has a naughty request for Sebastian and Ominis to help her fulfill. Maybe three heads are better than two 🔞

Frotting - Sebastian and Leander sneak away for some naughty fun in a broom closet leading to a small mess Leander has to clean up 🔞

Writing Challenges

⚠️ These have no proper warnings yet, please proceed with caution

Kinktober Prompts

Smutmas Prompts