#male hl mc

[nightlyrayne]

This a short OC/MC x Marvolo Gaunt fic

Note: This Marvolo Gaunt belongs and is inspired by @legacyshenanigans

Details about this MC.

Name: Sky Mershan

Hair: Blonde, short and styled

Eyes: Amber

Sex: Male

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Gay

Other notes: Talk, muscular frame. Face is lightly dotted with beauty marks. Has a deep scar on left cheek, along with a multitude of scars on his upper body due to years of abuse. Refuses to take his shirt off in front of anyone because of them. His eyes are very expressive, has been taught that is a bad thing, so he hides them behind his sunglasses. Has enchanted his sunglasses so he can see just fine indoors without taking them off. When asked why he wears them, he uses the excuse that he finds questions about the color of his eyes annoying.

The Meeting

Sky was wandering his way through Hogsmead. His wand twirling in his hand as he had set out to find a new shop that was said to have opened up. It had heard through the grapevine that the shop had some... peculiar artifacts. And Sky was interested in finding out what kind of dark, twisted artifacts the place had.

He entered the shop, his sunglasses adjusting so he'd be able to see indoors without taking them off. He gave an interested him and began walking about the store. Reading what each artifact did. His presence unknowingly catching the attention of a certain Gaunt.

There was a sudden shadow over his shoulder, which Sky found a bit odd consider he, himself, was already tall. A deep voice spoke in his ear. "Blonde hair, sunglasses, and a scar on your left cheek. I've heard about you from my little brother. Well, I've heard complaints."

Sky snorted at the comment and turned to face the man. He wouldn't have been able to tell he and Ominis Gaunt were brothers. But the got singe on his ring was a dead give away on who he was. Marvolo Gaunt. "Ah, yes. Ominis hasn't been much of a fan of mine since our fifth year. Didn't like me encouraging his best friend to meddle into the dark arts. Specially when I'd help him sneak into the Restricted Section without getting caught."

Marvolo snorted, eyeing Sky up with an amused smirk. "Rare to see a Gryffindor so interested in the dark arts. Tell me, you take an interest in the book in the Restricted section as well? Or was it all for that puppy Sallow's benefit?"

It was Sky's turn to snort, his hand grazing over glass that contained a cursed item. "I'd never do anything for someone else's benefit. I took quite the fancy to the books there myself. Why so curious?" He asked, amber eyes turning to Marvolo's.

The taller male shrugged, hands going into his pockets. "My families library has better books than the library does. Full of darker magic. So forbidden that Hogwarts isn't allowed to have them in their library."

"Really?" If Sky's eyes hadn't been hidden behind dark frames, the Gaunt man would have seen them glimmer with interest. Luckiky, the grin in his face was able to show the interest just as much.

"Yup. Course, you'd have to prove your worthy of checking out the family library." Marvolo said.

Sky took a step towards the eldest Gaunt brother. A smirk on his lips. "Luckily for me, I'm very good at proving myself. Just tell me how."

Marvolo grinned darkly. "Well then, let's make our way over to The Den."

[iatnen]

HALLOWE’EN

Chat is his costume valid

Does this even make sense considering they can see ghosts ? Probably not but idc

[zvdvdlvr]

— Odd

🧹 — Symopsis. Ominis decides to sit with you as you finish your breakfast. An odd- and flirtatios- conversation ensues.

🧹 — Warnings. Flirting. Weird situations. Someone’s finger ends up in someone’s mouth. Weird scenario. Mention of the One and Only Sebastian Sallow. Mention of crutiatus curse. No mention of reader’s gender or pronouns or house.

“Good morning,” a voice greeted beside you. Turning, you saw Ominis Gaunt’s milky grey eyes. He had a small smile on his face, his head cocked.

“Hello.” You greeted, voice raspy from dissuse. 

Ominis busied himself by preparing his plate. It consisted of figgy pudding (ew), toast with perfectly melted butter, and two medium sized waffles. What an odd combination, you thought.

“Why are you sitting next to me? Sebastian normally follows your every movement,” you asked, finishing up the last bite of your breakfast. You admit, Ominis arrived at an unsavory time, but you liked him enough to stay and converse with him.

Ominis stiffened. “He… has been his usual annoying and persistent self. I needed to speak to someone else for once.”

Your eyebrow raised; Sevastian himself had told you that Ominis didn’t really talk to other people. Unless there was a reason. He was perfectly polite, of course, but Ominis just wasn’t the person to strike up conversation with just anyone. Intriguing, you thought. “I see,” you replied casually. “Is there a reason I’m the person you chose to speak to?”

Ominis nodded. “There is, indeed.” Ominis placed his almost finished toast back on the plate. “I understand that you probably don’t have the best perception or impression of me after I… my rather rude outburst to you about lying about the Undercoft. And for me letting Sebastian crucio you without argument.”

You shrugged, knowing Ominis would understand your movement without the ability to see. “I’d… it’s… Someone crucio-ing me is bound to happen at the rate I’m investigating into Ranrok and Rookwood….” The sound of Rookwood’s ‘avada kedavra’ had rung through your mind. Poor Natty had brushed it off, but you felt bad for her: she hadn’t signed up to have grown men try to kill her. “I’m glad the first time was with people that weren’t doing it for malicious intent,” you finished hastily. You didn’t really know what to say. Ominis had set his boundaries and was upset about being in the scriptorium at all- and he had a good reason to be. Sebastian’s response to you volunteering for the curse was a little odd, but you know that’s just how he is. “I know we’ve already been over this, but I am truly sorry about making you go with us.”

Ominis looked incredulous. “We tortured you and you’re the one apologizing? Y/n, darling, you need to get out and meet new people.”

You huffed a laugh. “You’re one to talk,” you  shot back, taking a sip from your goblet.

“I guess you’re right about that. Matter of fact, you’re right about almost everything.”

You shrugged. “I’ve been placed in a unique set of sitautions that not many others have experienced. I guess knowledge and a fast reaction time is necessary,” you rambler, hating how you sounded so preachy.

“An admirable trait, I must admit,” Ominis murmured. His face was turned to yours, close enough you could see some of the melted butter gathered by his lip.

“There’s butter on your mouth,” you mumbled carefully, treading carefully.

The blond only hummed. “Help a blind man out?” He asked, voice low. 

Had it been anyone else, you would have hit them upside the head and depulso’d them. An odd request, especially considering the fact that you hadn’t spoken to each other that much. But the way he had fretted over you as the pain of the cruciatus curse brought you to the ground was something that lingered in your mind. He had rushed over you after your poorly withheld screams had successfully pierced his eardrums for more than humanly necessary. Despite his blindness, he had slipped his arm under your shoulder and stood up. You shuddered and leaned into his arms, thankful for the feeling of human warmth. 

And then there was Ominis’s habit of looking for you in the Great Hall whenever he felt your aura (odd, but he had taken a liking to you, despite your limited encounters). You always felt his presence searching for yours, bit you assumed it aas to make sure you were still alive and kicking: after all, you were Sebastian’s friend.

You reached up and swiped your thumb on Ominis’s bottom lip, gathering the melted butter. “Open,” you whispered. 

The dull conversations taking place at tables all around the Great Hall were silenced. Ominis opened hs mouth and you slipped your thumb in his mouth. As bizarre and disgusting it was, Ominis enjoyed the feeling of you so close to him, even in this way. After Ominis’s tongue had swiped the butter off you pulled away and wiped the excess saliva on a napkin.

Ominis’s eyes were a touch darker now. He sighed shakily, thinking of how you had commanded him to open his mouth and how willing he was to follow your order. He cleared his throat. “Well.”

You smiled slightly, seeing the blush painting Ominis’s cheeks. “I’ll be out in the Pitch today. Come find me later and we can work on… spell practice.”

Ominis nodded. “Very well. I will.”

As you got up and walked away, Ominis rested his head in his hands. As he had expected, you flirted back with a talent that rivaled Sebastian Sallow himself. And the tent in his pants proved just how fond he had grown to you.

[alibasnur]

I can't stop posting about him

Don't be fooled by this guy's appearance. He screamed at Solomon (He's a big Sebastian Sallow defender 🥰)

[girl-named-matty]

Matty and Ivor's dynamic in a nutshell.

[baldriantee]

✨

[theladyofshalott1989]

Back to Hogwarts // A Sebastian Sallow x Male MC (Damien Evans) One-Shot

Happy Back to Hogwarts Day! Here's a short, fluffy one-shot that I wrote this morning since I couldn't get the idea out of my head!

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Damien Evans

Word Count: 763

SFW

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“Hello, you,” Sebastian said as Damien hopped off the final step leading down from the Hogwarts Express. 

Skipping to Sebastian’s side, Damien tossed him a winning grin and then planted a kiss on his eager lips. Sebastian’s whole body lit up at the contact, which wasn’t unexpected—Damien tended to do that to him. It was a welcome feeling, one that Sebastian hoped continued for as long as they were together, which, if he had anything to say about it, would be forever. 

Damien grabbed Sebastian’s hand and squeezed, pulling him away from the train and into the crowd of their fellow classmates. “I missed you so much,” he whispered into Sebastian’s ear, weaving past Garreth who was practically shouting about his summer spent apprenticing under Mr. Pippin at J. Pippin’s Potions shop. How he managed to nab such a prestigious apprenticeship was beyond Sebastian. Garreth always seemed to explode more potions than successfully brew them.

But no matter. Damien was here. He was far more interesting to think about.

“Accio Bash’s attention,” Damien teased, yanking Sebastian out of his distracted thoughts. Sebastian chuckled under his breath. “I said I missed you," Damien continued. "Did you miss me?”

“It’s only been three days.” 

Sebastian spent the summer with Damien at the Evans estate in London. Initially, he was hesitant—not wanting to abandon Anne during the summer holiday—but his concerns eased when Ominis mentioned he planned to stay with her in Upper Hogsfield, where she had lived the summer before with Mrs. Sprottle. Naturally, Sebastian was still adjusting to the idea of his twin sister and his best friend being in love, but knowing Anne wouldn’t be alone was a comfort. Ominis hadn’t exactly sought Sebastian’s approval, but Sebastian offered it all the same. 

Sebastian had returned to Hogwarts a few days early to prepare for the new school year, since most of his clothing and supplies were still tucked away in Feldcroft. He and Damien were of similar build so he had mostly just worn Damien’s hand-me-downs in London. In truth, he quite enjoyed wearing Damien’s clothing. They carried his scent—fresh air and adventure, with a hint of old books and arcane knowledge. Intoxicating, but also somehow comforting.

“Three days, alone, in London,” Damien sighed. “A truly devastating amount of time to not be by your side.”

Sebastian’s cheeks warmed. He coughed into his shoulder in an attempt to hide the sheer delight Damien’s words brought him. 

Damien wasn’t fooled though. He released Sebastian’s hand and wrapped his arms around him instead, resting his face against Sebastian’s mop of thick, unruly hair, lifting him off his feet and spinning around, laughing with carefree abandon.

“I love you,” Damien said, rather loudly. Sebastian didn’t mind though. Everyone at school knew it by now, it being the start of their seventh year and all. 

Last year had been a whirlwind of affection, beginning with quiet gestures in hidden alcoves, flirtatious whispers in and between classes, and finally working up to Sebastian kissing Damien very publicly at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall on Sebastian’s seventeenth birthday. 

Everything escalated rather quickly from there. Sebastian and Damien’s relationship was the talk of the school, particularly among the members of Sebastian’s own house. Damien was an “honorary” Slytherin, Sebastian was Damien’s “shadow,” Sebastian had even overheard that Professors Hecat and Ronen had a running bet that the two of them would be married by the end of the school year. Sebastian wasn’t so sure about that, but he didn’t mind the rumor—in fact, he knew Ominis, Hogwarts’ king of gossip, subtly encouraged it, and Sebastian had no intention of stopping him.

Damien set Sebastian back down on solid ground. Sebastian grumbled something or other about not being a potion ingredient to toss around, but the playful tone in his voice gave him away. He quickly reclaimed Damien’s hand, reestablishing their connection.

“Are you excited for our final year?” Damien asked.

“Excited is, perhaps, an understatement,” Sebastian said, smirking.

“Oh? And why’s that?”

“I fully intend to make this year our most memorable yet.”

Damien raised an eyebrow, a playful smile curling on his lips. “And how do you plan to top last year?”

Sebastian leaned in, his voice a low whisper. “Oh, you know me. I’ll come up with something.”

“I look forward to it.”

Damien smiled, his golden-brown eyes twinkling in the soft afternoon light.

To their final year, Sebastian thought, and to the adventures yet to come. He took a deep breath, then stepped forward, his heart racing with anticipation. It was bound to be a great one.

[ Read Sebastian and Damien's series on AO3 ]

[a-usernamelol]

YALL KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS!!!! MORE SCREENSHOTS FOR EVERYBODY!

Once again bringing up that I’m tired of seeing posts strictly for the female fans of the game. So here he is in all his glory, the absolute (bisexual??) icon of the franchise! Doesn’t matter if you’re a girl or a guy- or in my MCs case- something else, chances are he’s going to try his hand!

HAVE SOME FREE SEBASTIAN BECAUSE YOU DESERVE IT NO MATTER WHO YOU ARE❤️ PEACE AND LOVE ON PLANET EARTH

[vagrandeer]

Cover of the Hogwarts Legacy fanfic Second Skin that I write with @cherryrray !

Large-scale work, new details and ideas are generated daily for it 🌚

Sebastian Sallow is the protagonist who is already in a relationship with Vincent Morgan (MC). Their couple is going through a crisis, which greatly depresses Sebastian, and suddenly Castiel Vagrandeer appears on the horizon, turning his whole life upside down...

Обложка для фанфика по миру Хогвартс Легаси "Вторая кожа", который мы пишем вместе с @cherryrray !

Масштабная работа, для написания которой новые детали генерируются ежедневно 🌚

Винсент Морган это МС, уже состоящий в отношениях с Себастьяном Сэллоу. Их пара проживает некий кризис, что сильно удручает Себастьяна, и внезапно на горизонте появляется Кастиэль Ваграндер, переворачивая с ног на голову всю его жизнь...

[ominis-g]

M!MC x Sebastian Sallow

18+. M/M. A few years after graduation. First Person POV.

Summary: A craving for an after-work dessert, taking the form of a certain Mr. Sallow.

Smut with story.

TW: Blood.

Word Count: 4 298

There was something about him that spoke to my soul; not in the ordinary way that you’ve no doubt read so much about, but instead it was the feeling of completion, of calm, of inexplicable yearning that could be not satisfied by anyone else. I did not look at him and see the stars, nor the moon, nor the sun; he was the entirety of existence, condensed down into the form that left me drowning, breathless and aching.

This was Sebastian Sallow, and he was doing nothing at the moment that would elicit in anyone else such an intense response, but for I, I just had to tilt my head from my parchment, and let my gaze find him as it was so wont to do all on its own. He was perusing the shelves of my office, and he had pulled out some old tome from its neighbours. It was opened in one of his hands, fingers spread wide and tense to support the weight, and his eyes were darting over the pages as he read.

Sebastian had not stopped anywhere to clean himself up before he came to see me, and thus wore a rather ruffled suit. His tie was over my spare chair, along with his jacket and overcoat, and his suspenders were hanging down at his sides as if wishing for them to be relieved of their eternal torture as I was. He shifted on his feet while turning a few pages, his thumb ruffling the parchment edges of the tome, and his badge caught the light from my few lit candles, and the fire that was burning low in the hearth.

The profession suited him, and he had worked tirelessly to attain the position. He had asked to be assigned somewhere nearby the grounds, and it had been granted; no doubt his superiors were sure that I and the other faculty would keep an eye on him, and that Sebastian having oversight would insure his complacency. It had not escaped his notice, either, but if it bothered him, he did not make it known to me. Who cared of the reason, when it meant that he could share my quarters within the castle walls, and we could spend near on every night together?

He noticed that I had stopped working. His deep brown eyes, set under the strong brow, rose to understand the reasoning; his face relaxed when he realised it was because I was entranced by his very presence, and that I could not care less in that moment about creating my lecture for the following day’s classes. “I’m here because you said you had to finish up work before we could go to supper and then retire,” he scolded, though his tone was light, further tempered by the smile that played across his lips. “Or have you finished so quickly?”

“That’s usually my line,” I quipped in reply, and his smile became a full one. He hid it by turning to replace the tome with its fellows, shaking his head all the while. “I’m just unusually distracted by you this evening, that’s all.”

“What’s the lecture on?”

I glanced down at my notes that were splayed across my desk. The quill was still in my hand, though even the magical ink had dried in my distraction. I had to recall my mind from the night sky, and from my beau, in order to focus on what was on that parchment. I dipped the nib of the quill into the inkpot a few times more than necessary to grant myself more time to gather my thoughts. “This is a new lecture I am preparing, detailing not only Miriam’s research, but also Isidora’s. This new batch of students have only heard stories about the Battle, and are therefore very curious, especially with me as their professor.”

“Have you been recalling the good old days, then?” Sebastian came to join me, his hand on the back of the chair and gripping at the wood so he could lean over my shoulder to read what I had gotten down so far. 

“Were they the good old days?” I relaxed, not only he had free rein to look over my work, but from his very presence. He sometimes smelled of battles, tombs, or caves, but today he smelled simply like Sebastian; he must have spent most of the day with paperwork and not in fieldwork. “You’re very near as much an expert as I am on this particular topic in Theory. What do you think?”

“Come off it,” he murmured. “Just because I know of it, and we followed Isidora’s Trial together, doesn’t mean that I’m as versed in it as you are.” He still was reading however, and so I did not disturb him. “I think that you’ve covered all the key points, especially for first or second years,” he assured me, and further solidifying the sentiment by capping up my ink well before standing. 

Sebastian cracked his back with a stretch as he moved to allow me to stand. I took the cue without question; I had just about enough of my office for the day, and was desperately looking forward not to supper, but for having him all alone afterwards. I still took the time to clean my quill for the morrow, and stacked the parchment as neatly as I could manage in that moment. I had time; my beau was gathering his things from where he had so carelessly tossed them upon arrival.

“Supper?” I wondered as I pulled on my overcoat. Sebastian looked over, running a hand roughly through the mess of hair that had, that morning, been so carefully arranged. “You can tell me about your day while we eat.”

The quiet moments with him were some of my most cherished, and though we had many since the events that had brought us together, each one was different and yet the same in their own unique way. This night brought us sitting up at the head table, looking out over the Great Hall before us, but neither paying the spattering of pupils much mind. Instead, he engaged me with the dreary existence of writing reports about delinquents within Hogsmeade, and oh, how the irony did not escape me. It wasn’t so long ago that he was the one being chased for being out past curfew.

My quarters were rather our combined quarters, and Sebastian had fully made himself at home within those walls like he had once done with the Room of Requirement. He was scattered throughout the connected rooms, but the most prevalent was the bookcases full of everything we had once gathered for his work in the Dark Arts, and my own work with the ancient magics. Anywhere not stuffed full of scrolls falling apart with age, tomes from ages past, or the like, were occupied with trinkets and relics that he had assured me were all of equal importance. Why fight him on something so trivial? It made his eyes alight with the passion of our youth when he took the time to pick one up, or I purposefully inquired about a specific piece.

He had once hoped that some new dark force would emerge so that his wealth of knowledge would have a purpose for good once more, but so far none had, and it was some time since he had brought it up. Still, his gaze lingered even tonight as he was hanging his work jacket up in its home, and only returned to me when my overcoat was placed on the hanger beside his. 

“You’re not getting antsy, are you?”

Sebastian let out a small annoyed breath. “It isn’t as fulfilling as I imagined it might be.”

I turned him towards me with a hand on his muscled arm, and then occupied myself with undoing his tie once more. “Perhaps we need to think of what’s the next chapter for us, then. All of our friends have moved on with their lives, and whilst I enjoy what we’ve created here together, we can start planning.”

He considered that, assisting me by unhooking his suspenders completely, and then when he turned around, unbuttoning his collared shirt. I removed the suspenders from him, throwing them over my shoulder and allowed him the time to contemplate. “You left your words vague on purpose.”

“Yes.”

“And what, praytell, do you think is next?”

He was walking further into the room and towards the one further on, our sitting room, so I followed, watching as his shirt was removed and revealed his form, as scarred and freckled as it was. I undid my own buttons of my shirt as we wandered towards our bed chamber. “It could be anything. We have no need to stay here; the Headmaster can find another professor for Theory. We could travel, or we could move across the country to be near to your sister and let fate guide us from there.”

“Galleons don’t earn themselves,” he argued, though he did open the door to reveal our bed and everything within. He had requested that I cover up the windows to allow no light inside, and we had redecorated it from its predecessor to rather suit our darker sensibilities. “And you know I’m sending them to her.” He plopped down onto the carefully-made bed to remove his boots.

“All right,” I conceded, though I knew that she and her new family were more than fine without them. “What do you imagine our next move is, then?”

He was sniffing at his boot with a frown, though the gesture did not hide it from me. I once again allowed him his thoughts, going to hang up our accessories neatly and after, I untied my boots with a feeling of relief. The sensation was amplified once they were off and lined up with Sebastian’s beside the wardrobe.

“I’m not sure,” he finally replied when I was half-undressed.

“Something to think on,” I returned. “There’s no rush.” He had fallen back on the bed, so there was my opportunity: I slinked onto the blanket beside him to press my lips to his stubbled jawline again and again, over and over until he finally broke from his tumultuous thoughts; his head turned, and he caught my lips with his own for our first kiss in hours. Oh, how I missed it, how I missed him. Eyes closed, and my fingers sneakily finding their way into his long and brown hair to tangle and tug to express my emotions with no need for so many words.

Sebastian knew my thoughts, or perhaps his were already with mine, as they so often were. The thoughts and memories of the day that had been bogging him down and causing him distress were finally alleviated, at least for a few moments, and he leaned up on his side to keep me occupied with his lips, his tongue, the little noises that he emitted from deep in his throat and chest.

And his skin finally found my own, his warmth was gloriously pressing against me, and his hand came to my shoulder. They were rougher now than in our schooldays, but it was a welcome sensation, especially as it was now wandering from my shoulder to the bare skin of my back. The touch was light, an appreciation of the moment locked together, before his fingers spread, and the tips dug into muscle that drew a gratified noise from me, that caused my grip to tighten on his hair and to tug meaningfully.

He took the invitation with the entirety of his being. His chest and then his hips against mine to knock me flat onto our bed, and his hand to briefly retreat to the bedclothes. It found my skin again by way of my side, sliding to my unlaced, but still intact, trousers; and I, for my part, could claw down his back. His breath was at my lips, and he stilled at the sensation, allowing his entire weight to be rested against my own. My nails worked slower up his spine, and a shudder followed, culminating in a deeply appreciative rumble.

My eyes opened to take in his expression, and I was not disappointed. His eyes were still closed, though as I watched him they fluttered open. His lips were parted from where he had bitten at them, and for those few seconds with our eyes connected– his so lovely lined as they were with long lashes– well, the entire world existed nowhere but condensed in him. We had always been able to communicate emotions and thoughts through locking eyes, a side-effect of the instant friendship we had formed, and how it was forged; now, right now, when no words could properly express what either of us were experiencing, it was priceless. 

It was only a few seconds, a few beautiful seconds, but no more were required. Sebastian’s lips returned to mine, our eyes closed, and I was once again treated to the taste of him and his supper. He had been laying fully over me, but now his knees fell to the bed on either side so both thumbs could hook into the waistband of my trousers. The impassioned kiss broke once he sat up to tug them down urgently, and he watching on what was revealed.

He scooted back to complete his task, but I suspect his true reasoning was to be able to lick at my stomach, and then the tip of my cock. His tongue remained between his teeth as he hastily was tugging at fabric which was being stubborn even as I tried to help. He allowed it until they were forgotten on the floor, then a strong hand was firm on my chest to force me back down to the bed and allow him to return to my cock. Whilst it had been subdued during supper, it was no more, and Sebastian was taking in the full and erect length with a lustful look before he chose to do so with his tongue.

His breath was hot; the lick was hotter. His attention steadied on the tip, his tongue lapping that was accompanied by soft noises to let me know that he was enjoying himself, or they were genuine and without ulterior motives, or perhaps both. Those strong fingers tensed on my chest, falling to my stomach to dig again into muscle whilst still keeping me down and preventing me from the reciprocation he knew I craved to give him; he did enjoy being in charge… sometimes. I let out a long breath as I watched him, but the longer his wet attentions stayed, the harder it was to hold back the sounds of pleasure.

They finally escaped me, and the bastard: he smiled. 

Sebastian rose slowly, painfully so, to hover over me, his breath against my lips. His hands were on either side of me, fingers scrunching at the blankets, and his eyes were direct on mine. “Whatever we choose to do, know there will be plenty of those noises between us.”

The beauty of those golden-brown eyes, dark in so many aspects, but not after those words, not in this sensuous moment between us, they threatened to overthrow me. I chose to smile instead, fingertips exploring all across his bare skin, his back, up into his hair to caress the strands in an attempt to calm myself. “And the rest of this night?”

“Spent wrapped up within each other,” he promised; his nose pressed to mine gently, and my smile widened at the gesture, and the words. He did not move but for his hips to drop down so I could feel his cock on my thigh, tightening the cloth of his unlaced trousers and begging for release. I forced myself to still breathe, but my touch was down his back, following the bare skin to underneath the cloth; my hips shifted to keep the feel of Sebastian’s heat, our eyes locked together even as he met the movement. Soft breath to my lips that was overwhelming of his scents, of our shared supper, and the memories of an uncountless myriad of sensations just like this.

I have never loved him more, but that is what I thought yesterday, too.

My hands hurried to tug down his trousers and while he did not help, he also did not stop me. I could only manage to tug them down with my hands past his rump, which would have been more than enough, but I wanted him entirely bare. My legs moved to either side of his, feet helping to push them down– he chuckled and pulled back to finish removing his trousers carelessly; they fell heavily to the floor of our bedroom, and he returned to precisely where he had been.

Sebastian’s fingers ran through my hair, tilting my face up to his. There was no teasing this time, but his lips were without hesitation covering my own. The press turned to a kiss, mutually soft for the first, and then I leaned up to make a full display of my passion. He groaned in appreciation at the sense rising between us, and how my body rolled up to make full contact with his again, yearning for every part of him. His hands came to assist, encircling my thighs and pushing them up in one singular motion. I lost his torso and his cock against my skin while he adjusted, the kiss breaking off with his heavy breaths, but then he returned with a hearty grind against my ass.

“Do your thing,” he pleaded against my lips not a moment later of our hips gyrating together. “The best use of that ancient magic–” His words cut when my hands called upon the glow and spread it down his back. It sent warmth through us both, and the swirls of magic mussed his hair, causing his lips to fall open and his nose to scrunch at the sensation. It was not what he wanted, not truly, but it allowed me to delay the request for a little while. “Please.”

Breathless, just like the first plead. The tip of his cock was against my entrance, but his laboured breathing was stimulating us both still. A stronger man might have been able to resist, but I had never pretended to be one, not with Sebastian. The magic swelled, hot and malleable, dripping onto the bedclothes and encompassing his throbbing cock in what I knew was an ethereal image– but I could not see it, not then. I could only feel Sebastian’s weight over me, pinning me down to our bed, his breath instead to my ear so I could hear his moan without difficulties, and his cock sliding into me with not an issue, aided as it was by the ancient magic.

My head fell back with a grateful groan, hips and lower back off of the bed and into my lover and love. Amazing was not a sufficient word for the feeling of him filling me; nay, awe-inspiring, gratefulness, completion– all at once, and a dozen and a hundred more could not convey the feeling of not just how deep he was within me, but the entirety of the experience. He was normally quite articulate, but right then all he could manage were sounds of deep pleasure; his hands released my legs and found where mine were clutching to his shoulders.

He pulled them from his skin and pinned them up beside my head; his fingers nudged at the spaces between my own, and so I spread them to twine our fingers into each other. He pressed a quick kiss to my lips before he fell to my neck, buried into my hair, his hands gripping at mine nearly to the point of pain– but, ah, it was worth it. I had to keep my legs’ angle, but that was not about to stop me: I rolled to get a fresh feel of him within me, and Sebastian’s response was instantaneous. His knees fell to the bed, spreading to aid in our position, the closeness, and so he could finally begin to seek out his own hot pleasure.

Each of those slow thrusts were reaching as deep into me as he could, always pushing the threshold, our skin stuck together and not releasing; he was not retreating far enough to allow for it. For my part, my hips were rotating up for every ounce of stimulation I could manage on my cock, eyes closed and lost to the intimacy that turned to mutual lust. 

His lips opened against my neck, and his teeth threatened to rip apart the skin and muscle that was holding in the blood that rushed at the activities. My breath hitched, and he moved slightly down to bite again, rougher and stronger until I granted him the whimper he was craving. He licked at the spot, his warm tongue against the pricks of pain that meant he had broken through the skin somewhere; he took advantage by wrapping his lips as far as he could around the bite and sucking, cock moving inside of me with fast thrusts. My whimper shifted to a moan and when he rose from living out the fantasy, blood on his smiling lips, he was looking me over with a smug satisfaction.

“I would never go hungry,” he purred, licking my blood off of his lips. “I’d come home and take a long drink of you before fucking you positively senseless.”

“All of me is free for you to suck at your leisure and pleasure.”

“Not yet,” he replied, his right hand releasing its grip to fall between us. His fingers trailed down my chest, getting lost in the fluid that had escaped my cock to coat our skin together. His smugness only grew when my cock reacted to his light touch, and it was so cruelly teasing. “So you better not rob me of it.”

“Keep speaking like that and I certainly will–”

He laughed, other hand releasing me as well for rather our bed. They both held him up over me so he could watch my reaction, and look down between us at not only my pleasure, but where he was inside of me. My hands did not move far, but just switched to his muscled arms, tense at the exercise, but he was not one to complain. Neither was I. 

The blood looked beautiful as it dripped down to his chin. 

He did not pause the thrusts when his hand came to the bite on my neck for more of it, sloppy on purpose to spread it down my chest, and then to his mouth so he could taste me again. The rest was smeared onto my arm, and his hand returned to hold him up. His hips rotated back to slam his cock, if possible, harder into me, and it was repeated until I was gasping. My eyes closed in pleasure, nails digging into his muscles and scarred skin, every hit knocking the air out of me; my cock, too, throbbing with the need for release and it took all of my concentration to save it.

Sebastian let out a gratified groan– it was cut off to be replaced by his panting breath, uneven, and it was my greatest pleasure to know that he was filling me with that searing elixir. He pulled back so the last thrust could be against me, the magic and the cum mixing on my cock as he rubbed us together to watch me nearly fall apart. My nails drew red lines up to his shoulders and pushed him down desperately.

He gave no snide comments, and did not tease. He gave in to my need, bloody lips parting as he relaxed onto me and the ruffled blankets and allowing my cock to disappear within: along his tongue and down his throat. His eyes were closed with the telltale signs of still attempting to catch his breath; I twined all of my fingers into his hair as I watched him, hips rolling up into the suction and his welcoming heat. He grunted in pleasure, his grip at my hips to encourage every movement to fuck down his throat, and my breathless and long moans.

I wish I could tell you that I lasted long enough to explain the feeling eloquently, but the words, like my control, failed me. He took all of my climax thirstily and loudly, only removing himself when I had fallen back to the bed with gasping breaths. He returned to my neck, lapping at the blood that was still leaking out through my skin; his attention turned to my open lips, tongue seeking mine to share my taste with me. Wet, coppery, and salty; I turned the gesture into a grateful snog, which he gladly relaxed into.

“Would you still love me if I was a vampire?”

I smiled, thumbs pressing open his lips and letting his canines– still bloody– nearly pierce the tips of them. “Yes,” I whispered, “because I know you’d change me, too.”

“What’s a life lived in a pool of blood without you?”

He kissed at my thumbs, then my palms, pushing through my hands entirely to reward me with another loving kiss. He settled into my warmth, and my arms wrapped around him gratefully and protectively. There was something of him that spoke to my soul; we were kindred spirits, brought together by extra-ordinary circumstances, but that is not why we stayed together even years after. Nay, were we not fated to be facing the entirety of the world with one another, to spill blood and magic with no regard to what society deemed appropriate and proper?

Always.

[lauperak]

[nightlyrayne]

Me: Wants to write a simply background on how my Dark!MC met Marvolo Gaunt

Also Me: Kinda just wants to skip it and write smut

Also Also Me: Struggling to write anything ;n;

This is fine

[iatnen]

First time at Hogwarts and not knowing what is upstairs in the Slytherin common room

There were chests up there…… Revelio told me……….

[saibugslegacy]

Meet My MCs: Odysseus Carrow

I've always wanted to subvert the stereotypes of the houses, so meet my asshole Hufflepuff.

Odysseus is a Carrow, which is a big deal Pureblood family. But, he manifested no magical ability, except that he's a born legilimens. His whole family thought he was a squib, so he spent his whole life working his ass off at every kind of magic that didn't require a wand and honed his legilimency in a desperate hope to not embarass his family.

Him being a born legilimens is also why he's such an asshole. He spent his whole life surrounded by people thinking all these nasty, horrible thoughts, so he assumed that's how HE was supposed to think. And now he does.

The other fun tidbit about him is that he's technically betrothed. Him and Ominis have been betrothed since they were toddlers and have been friends just as long. They're supposed to get married as soon as they graduate.

[alibasnur]

Since i rarely post my Gryffindor MC.

MC: Chen ShuoTian (陈硕田)

[fishisvibing]

It’s my MC Cassi boy and his fellow dark arts enjoyer/misunderstood baby Sebby