#slytherizz

[mommynott]

Ride of your life

Theodore Nott x Reader

Summary: Matching with a hot biker on tinder leads to not only an amazing date, but a motorcycle ride…and another kind of ride as well. Starry nights certainly set the mood for a…romantic type of atmosphere.

Warning: 18+, SMUT, MDNI, chars 18+, biker!theo, dom!theo, rough sex, semi public sex, outdoor sex, PIV, degrading, hook up

After a wonderful and heated date, you both stood in front of his bike, Theo turning to you, a sly smile on his lips. “Interested in a ride, Cara Mia?” he asked, starting up the bike. The low rumble of the motorcycle idling behind him. His eyes gleamed in the soft glow of the street light above, the invitation laced with a hint of danger and temptation. Who knew a Tinder date could go THIS well?

You couldn’t deny the attraction you felt, the way your heart thumped against your chest in response to the question. Staring over at the bike, sleek and powerful, the engine purring softly as if coaxing you to say yes. Do I do it? Fuck it. It’s fine. Just as you were about to answer, he tilted his head to the side.

Theo chuckled, his eyes still fixed on yours, almost as if he couldn't look away. Which he couldn't. He was a hunter tonight, and you? His prey. "You look like you're thinking hard about it," His already deep voice was low and teasing. "It's just a bike ride, you know. Unless... you're worried that being that close to me might be a little too much for you to handle."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, a thrilling mix of excitement and adrenaline coursing through your veins. "Is that a challenge?" You countered as you met his gaze with a flirty smile of your own. Theo raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the banter between the two of you. "More like a promise.”

You laughed, the sound tinged with a hint of nervousness. There was something about his confidence, his charming demeanor, that made you feel almost dizzy. "Alright then." you took a step closer to him. "But you better not disappoint me."

"Oh, trust me. I never disappoint." Theo’s eyes raked down your body in a way that made your skin tingle. He reached out, his hand skimming the small of your back as he guided you toward the bike and lifting you on with ease. He unclipped his extra helmet, helping you put it on.

As Theo's strong hands adjust the helmet on your head, the heat of his body radiates against your own. His fingers graze against the side of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. "Comfortable?" he asks in that same low tone.

You nod your head and he hops on in the front. Immediately taking hold of your hands to wrap them around his waist. Feeling his muscles through the material of his shirt. Fuck. Theo feels this and throws you a glance from over his shoulder, a cocky smile tugging at the corners of his lips from under his helmet.

As your hands settle on his waist, you find yourself aware of just how close your body is pressed against his. Feeling his muscles flex under your touch, it takes every ounce of your restraint not to let your hands wander elsewhere. "You ready?" Theo asks, his voice slightly raised over the low growl of the engine.

Before you can even respond, he takes off. Revving the bike and smoothly steering it into the city streets. The cool breeze hitting you, but Merlin, you were loving this already. Fuck am I already turned on? “Where are we even going?” You asked through a sea of giggles while he started to pull out of the city.

Theo shot a sly glance over his shoulder, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You'll see, bella" Answering almost in a cryptic manner, his Italian accent slipped through his lips with ease while he accelerated further. The speed causes the wind to rush against you, making your hands grip his waist even tighter. I hope I don’t regret this.

The streets give way to a series of winding country roads As the bike rumbles underneath you. Theo reaches one hand back to give your thigh a squeeze. "You okay back there?" he asked just as he pulled up to an open area of a field. You nodded your head slowly, enjoying this ride more than you even thought you would.

But little did you know, Theo was hard. Rock hard. His cock almost bursting through his jeans from your simple and soft touch. The field was secluded, away from any prying eyes. Not that there were any around anyway. He came to a slow halt while he turned off the bike.

Theo grabs your waist, picking you off the bike to set you down on the pebble road, helping you take your helmet off. But his hand never leaves your side. A smile paints over your face as you glance around. Stars. The sky was filled with nothing but stars. a view you wouldn’t see so close to the city. “Gods-Theo…This is magnificent…”

Theo's hand slid from your waist to your hip, his fingers tracing small circles through the fabric of your clothes. He smiled at your awe while you looked upwards, the stars spreading out across the night sky like a sparkling blanket. "I knew you'd like it," he spoke out his voice tinged with pride. He took a step closer, closing the gap between you.

Your breathing got heavier as you looked up at him. He lifted the visor. His ocean-blue gaze visible and his brows furrowed teasingly. But nothing could have prepared you for his next question. Nothing. “You ever been fucked on a bike?” The second those words left Theo’s lips you gasped at the vulgarity of them. Beginning to feel that second heartbeat between your thighs. No. No, I haven’t. But for fucks sake, do I want to.

“N-no. I haven’t.” You stuttered as you shook your head. Theo crept a tad bit closer to you. Both of his hands wrapped around the small of your back. His cologne, a scent mixed with musk and leather, wafted over you. The fragrance evoking something within you. “Well…Do you want to be fucked on a bike?”

He asked through a cocky chuckle finding this all too amusing. He gave your waist a firm squeeze, a little whimper escaping your lips. Fuck. I’m about to fuck a biker. On his bike. In a fucking field. “I-Yes. God. Please fuck me.” You whispered, your hands trailing down his t-shirt. This slight movement only made Theo’s dick pulsate in his pants.

With ease, Theo picked you back up to set you on the bike before slapping your thighs open. Your legs spread open through the skirt you had on, lace panties on full display for Theo. “Keep begging. Just like that.” With that, he slammed his visor down, you could see your shocked and flustered reflection in it.

Theo’s hands snaked down, unzipping his pants and shuffling them down. Taking his massive length out while he stroked it with one hand, the other tugging your panties to the side. A groan of approval escaping his lips while his eyes burned down to your leaking slit.

“I’m going to give you the ride of your life, Tesoro,” Theo growled before teasing his precum-covered tip on your aching clit. Soft moans release themselves from your lips. “Ride of my life-“ Your words cut off as he slammed himself deep inside of you without warning. Not giving you any time to adjust to his throbbing cock. And hell, did you feel otherworldly to Theodore.

“So wet-Fuck…So fucking tight.” Theo spoke through his grunts, the sound of slapping wetness heard around you both. One hand remained gripped on your waist as he pounded into you senselessly, the other reaching up to yank your top down, along with your bra. Your breasts bouncing out and fuck, Theo could have busted from that sight alone. “Look at you. Getting fucked on my bike like the dirty slut you are….You’re-Fuck…too fucking good.”

His degrading words only fueled the arousal that was heating up throughout your body. You couldn’t even speak. The mix of the great pleasure Theo was giving you along with the reflection of yourself in his tinted visor was about to push you over the cliff of climax.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum,” He demanded while you seemed to freeze up. Theo came to a complete stop, twitching his cock inside of you teasingly. A low chuckle escaping from under his mask. “The first time I make you finish, I want to taste it.” Again, you were stuck in that state of shock. Not even knowing what to say or do. Is he saying what I think he is?

“I-I’m-“ your words cut off when Theo pulled himself out of you, his cock glistening under the starlight, your juices completely coating it. He threw his helmet off, his light brown hair a mess. But in just a few moments you’d be making it even messier. “Shut the fuck up. You can talk while I eat this pussy, tell me how good I make you feel.” Your eyes went wide, the apples of your cheeks flushing bright cherry red.

Theodore didn’t waste any time, dropping to his knees and throwing one of your legs over his shoulder. His manly and veiny hands dug into your upper thighs while he spread your legs even wider. You leaned back on the motorcycle to prop yourself up, your own nails digging into the leather seat as you prepared for this. But nothing could prepare you for what Theodore Nott was about to make you feel like.

Electrifying. You swore you felt lighting bolts shoot down around you the second he buried his face between your thighs. Your hands find their way into his locks. “Theo!” You cried out in pleasure, your body already reacting to his touch. Nothing. And I mean NOTHING, had ever made you feel this fucking good. Your gaze shifted down to meet Theo’s darkened and hungry eyes. They were burning up into yours and through the swirls of magic his tongue was focused on doing to your clit, you swore you saw a smirk on his lips.

I’m about to cum. And fast. From fucking oral. Who the fuck Is this guy? “You taste fucking incredible, Tesoro.” He said through a tough, long lick up your slit, never breaking eye contact. “So sweet.” Another long lick, making your legs tremble like no other. “Cosi Delizioso, Bella,” Theo spoke into your wet and warmed core, but never removing his mouth off of you.

“I’m so close. Fuck, baby. P-please, don’t stop!” You moaned in a plea, your fingers tugging on his hair even harder. But fuck, did Theo love it. Snaking one of his hands down to his needy cock, stroking it as his tongue flicked faster against your swollen little bud. “That’s it, cum for me. Make a fucking mess on my bike.” Theodore encouraged, lapping his tongue even faster than before. Wanting to see you in that orgasmic state of bliss.

A heaven-like feeling of pure euphoria washed over you, your eyes rolling back into your head, a scream of pleasure echoing into the starry night above the two of you. An orgasm like none other before, Theo drinking in the sweet nectar of your juices. Making sure to taste every last drop and Merlin, was he drunk on you. “Mio Dio, hai il sapore del paradiso.” A low growl muffled against your sensitive skin. Your body quivering under Theo’s touch, he pulled away, smacking kisses along your upper thigh. “T-that was- it was-“ You were stumbling over your breathy words, an embarrassed smile plastering on your face.

“Amazing huh? Someone seemed to really like that.” Again, with the cocky demeanor, but fuck did you like his confidence. His aura. Everything. You felt the heat pool onto your face while you nodded your head to his question, gazing up at him with a doe-eyed stare. “Bend over.” He demanded through his shit-eating smirk. Waving his finger toward the bike. “On your bike?”

“Yes, on my bike. Come on now. Don’t keep me waiting, Cara Mia.” Theo stroked his throbbing erection with a great need while he watched you turn around and arch that perfect ass up. And oh what a perfect ass that was. He stalked closer behind you, letting his hand come down with force-SMACK. The redness spread across your cheek, a hiss releasing from your lips. But the pain and pleasure were mixing together to create something of bliss.

Theodore jiggled your ass, watching it ripple with his touch while he took his cock, teasing it at your slick entrance. “Such a good girl. You listen so well don’t you?” He husked, taking this moment to appreciate the spectacular view of you. A good fucking sub. “Mhmm” You panted, waiting for his next move.

Just then, once again, without warning he rammed his hardness deep inside of you. But this time a tad easier than before. Loosened up that pussy. Your view was the pebble road beneath the bike. Seeing the tires, the gears as he mercilessly pounded into you. -Smack smack smack. You could hardly contain yourself. This was something out of a fucking smut book.

“Gods, you look…so fucking pretty bent over my bike,” Theo grunted through his rough thrusts. That charming Italian accent rolling off of his tongue with dominance and assertiveness. And fuck did you love every second of it. “Oh yeah? You think so?” You tested him with a slight hint of your bratty side. That familiar feeling of nearing climax running through your body.

“I know so.” Smack- Theodore’s strong hand came down to another firm slap across your ass. Seeing his handprint swell across your juicy cheek, a prideful smirk forming on his face. You were close, and Theo could tell. Feeling your cream coat his cock, your walls clenching and gripping his huge length.

His hand tugged into your hair, pulling you back so your glossed-over eyes could meet his. That same smirk never leaving his face. “I wanna see those pretty eyes of yours while you cum on my cock.” Theo teased, moving himself harder inside of your pussy. The sounds of wetness only increasing. “Y-yes, baby” You managed to squeak out from the babbling mess forming in your throat.

You couldn’t hold back any longer, letting loose as your gaze locked with Theo’s only intensifying the orgasm you were reaching. Loud screams escaped your mouth, never once did Theo stop his rhythm. “That’s it, baby girl. I’m going to cover this perfect ass in my cum.” He grunted, thrusting himself inside of you a few more times before lifting your skirt a bit more.

The view. The orgasms. You. It was all more than enough to get Theo off. He pulled his length out of your pussy, stroking it over your ass. His thick white seed shooting out all over your backside. Watching as it sprawled out all over, dripping down your thighs along with your own cum. “Fuck... You’re something else-You good, Bella?” You nodded your head, you were more than good. You were in the afterglow in the midst of following this phenomenal hook-up.

Theodore, grabbed a soft rag from under the seat, taking his time to clean you up before helping you get settled and dressed. From the dominant side you saw earlier, you were now seeing a more sweet side of him. “Thank you…For the help of course.” You giggled, feeling the slightest bit awkward. Thank you? Seriously? Theo chuckled along with you, opening his seat again to pull out a thin blanket.

You watched as he laid it on the ground next to his motorcycle, a sweet smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “Stargaze with me?” Theo asked, a sweet smile of his own creeping onto his face. You sat beside him, his arm thrown around you as you both got lost in the starry night above you.

You never expected the date to go this well, let alone have sex on a damn bike in the middle of nowhere. Guess it was a beautiful and fun night, filled with wild adventures for you both. But it was a good ride. Just like Theodore said. The ride of your life.

Divider is from here! Hope you beautiful stars enjoyed🖤

[xxluna-rougexx]

The serpent deceived me...

Forbidden fruit never tasted so good.

A shout-out to @berrysemifreddo for their work on these models. I came across them and had to feed my delulu first.

[slytherizz]

Hello lovelies - welcome to my master list. I mostly write Sebastian Sallow POV fics with an unnamed, unnamed insert f!mc (with a few exceptions). Most of my fics are NSFW so please be mindful of the tags.

All links are to AO3 (tumblr is not long fic friendly) but you can also find most of my one-shots posted in full on this blog - #slytherizz fic

Genres: 🌶 Smut | 🗡 Angst | ☁️ Fluff

Multi-Chapter Fics

Whatever it Takes

🗡🌶 | Friends to Lovers | Sebastian POV | Complete

Sebastian and the new fifth year girl embark down a dark path together. Both have to carry a burden far bigger than themselves. To save his sister and the wizarding world as they know it. They know what needs to be done, as they descend into a world of dark magic and it's consequences. Kindred spirits, ready to risk it all no matter the cost to their own souls. But they may get a little more than they bargained for as their growing feelings for each other threaten their mission at every turn. Together, they'll do whatever it takes to save the ones they hold dear. No price is too high.

In the Shadow of Us

🗡🌶 | Enemies to Lovers | Sebastian POV | Complete

Sebastian Sallow has spent the past 5 years rotting in Azkaban. The only thing keeping him sane the hate he has for the woman who put him there and the man beyond the wall. Now that same witch, the one he'd once loved, needs Sebastian's help. Theophilus Harlow has escaped Azkaban. To earn his freedom and get revenge on the man responsible for creating his sisters curse, Sebastian and the Auror must track down the man beyond the wall before he tears the Wizarding World apart.

Art commissioned for this fic from the wonderful @diligentcranberry for Chapter 11 & Chapter 14

Playing God

🗡🌶 | Sebastian POV | Ongoing | Haitus

Decorated Auror, Sebastian Sallow had not anticipated how his life would diverge so sharply from the woman he once loved, the most wanted and notorious witch in Britain. Or how their paths would continue to cross long after - their fates still bound together.

One-Shots

Petulant

☁️ | One-Shot | F!MC POV

Pushing Sebastian into the Black Lake in a fit of anger comes with unexpected consequences.

A Different Kind of Wager

🌶☁️ | One Shot | Sebastian POV

Sebastian makes a wager with his girlfriend that will make the outcome of their final Crossed Wands duel before their graduation far more interesting.

Secret Melodies

🌶 | HogLeg Kinkmas One Shot | Sebastian POV

Below the Hogwarts music room, Sebastian discovers his friend has been keeping a dirty little secret.

Bludgered

🌶☁️ | One Shot | Sebastian POV

Sebastian never really knew what his friend saw in Isaac Cooper but he never questioned it - he made his friend happy. That is until a Quidditch match goes quickly awry and he realises his feelings for her may go far deeper than simple friendship.

Everything, with you

🌶☁️ | One Shot | Sebastian POV

“Watching you carry my children is one of life's greatest pleasures. If it's possible - you're more beautiful now than you've ever been.” “Do you ever think about…” “Having another one?”

Fight or Flight

🌶️🗡️☁️ | One Shot | Sebastian POV

Sometimes sleeping dogs don't lie. Two years after his uncles death and with Anne missing the last remaining Auror who scents deception requests a testimony from the only person witness to what really happened between Sebastian and Solomon in the catacombs that day. In a bid to protect those memories and keep him out of Azkaban their marriage is arranged - A marriage Sebastian is hell bent on putting a stop to.

Chav!Seb - Part 1 | Part 2

🌶️ | Inspired by @sychenb art | MC POV

Two fics inspired by Sychenb’s wonderful art and chav!sebastian AU. Part 1 - For all her intentions of giving Sebastian a piece of her mind after receiving a howler, things don’t quite go to plan. Part 2 - Hogwarts Head Girl’s peaceful evening bath is rudely interrupted by a thief.

[mommynott]

OMFG this was so cute! Thanks for the tag @evaslytherpuff 🥰🖤

@witchyvibes91 @princesschief @sailorgoon13 @princess-sallow @ashisgreedy @finalgirllx @gaunllow @jeniffler @kmdrcula @westcanaan82 @waabbittzzz and whoever else wants to join!

new tag game anyone?

Go on pintrest and search: me as a painting, animal, my hobby, & weather

:D

np tagsss @cheekyboybeth @allonsy-moony @the-stars-drowning @starcrossedmoony @aesthetic-writer18 @ashstillalive

[rednite-dork]

@slytherizz @ravenbronze @writing-intheundercroft thank you girls for the dense!Seb discussion and this golden convo that was born 🤣

[theealbatross]

hi, I just read your sebastian fics and to say I'm obsessed would be underestimated hah

I wanted to ask if you take requests, and if you don't do you recommend some writers who you like or write similar to you?

I do take requests but there's no promises on when I can get on with it, I mostly use it as inspiration to integrate on the WIPS I am currently working on!

PREPARE YOURSELF FOR MY RECOMMENDATIONS:

@applinsandoranges - applin (idk if that's her name I just call her that in my head lmao) is my go to for ANYTHING because she writes SO WELL and has such an extensive collection of work that I know anyone will find something to enjoy!

@anto-pops - anto (again i just call them this in my head idk if this is their name jasdfk) is my go to for ~ spicy ~ content + dark!obsessive!yearning sebastian AND BEWARE IT IS SUPER SPICY SO MINORS DNI

@shadowtriovibes - girrrrrl her masterlist is again extensive and immaculate but you ARE NOT READY for her 'break a sweat' series (cheack out both the version here on tumblr and on ao3) IT IS A MASTERPIECE

@whizzing-fizzbee - MY CURRENT FAVORITE but mostly NSFW so children pls stay away! The 'This is How It Starts' was hilarious and sooo well-written

@callmehopeless - the series 'A Matter of Public Record' deadass had me giggling, swinging my feet A PERFECT COMBINATION OF YEARNING + DUMB TEENAGERS BEING DUMB TEENAGERS + AND ANGST

@choccy-milky - 'THE RAVEN AND THE SNAKE' IS A FANDOM CLASSIC AND I WILL TAKE NO NOTES (clora is my sweet angel baby) plus her art is sooo fucking pretty and hilarious and hot (minors dni i beg u)

@slytherizz - I actually discovered them on AO3 and TRUST I was jumping for joy when I realized she was in tumblr too! Most of her fics are nsfw so again MIND UR AGE!

@writing-intheundercroft - 'This Little Life' series had me BAWLING I love love LOVE her characterization of seb and mc I keep rereading it when I need to cry lol

@jackalope-patronus - they mostly do headcannons and drabbles but they have one shots too and they're perfect all the same!

I probably have more but these are the authors I constantly come back to! If anyone has any more recommendations please feel free to add! I mostly used her/they pronouns so any of the authors I recommended don;t hesitate to correct me if you want it fixed <3

[honeydewsour]

The Quibbler but as monthly shoujo magazine cover parody with wizarding world fanfic titles

(made this while ago to play around with fonts and giggles so pardon the messiness)

might become a series hopefully getting all the titles covered as the cover art or/and adding new titles …uuuh let’s see, any idea what bonus gift for the next parody?chocolate frogs?snitch keychain?? also can anyone guess which shoujo magazine i used for reference?

warning all of the titles mentioned are 18+ read the tags!

a bit of review me gushing out/screaming about the fanfics mentioned, under the cut;

A Good Man Is Hard To Find by @cloniccouer

Sebastian Sallow x Player Character | completed | post canon 7th year au | re-read worthy | characterization 10/10 | cinema | easter eggs type of writing | the more you re-read the better | banter between the characters is one of the best part | filling the hole in the canon hp universe | this is probably the 3rd time i mentioned this fic in my blog | that’s your sign to read it! |

Lace, Letters, and Lectures: Professor Sallow by @mahoushoujom

Sebastian Sallow x Player Character | ongoing | post hogwarts au | professor!seb au | fluffy | characterization 10/10 l definitely the type of fic where it’s even better when you binged it | sweet n spicy iykyk |

Lost Connection by AsphodelRose87

Harry Potter x OFC | completed | Post Hogwarts Battle au | questionable harry | questionable character(s) | questionable decisions | messy, just messy | the kind of messy i like | auror!harry au | right person wrong time and place or right place and time wrong person? |

break a sweat by @shadowtriovibes

Sebastian Sallow x OFC | ongoing | 7th year au | but iirc there is also a tumblr completed ver? if you want to read it | sports & sweats yeah | seeker!seb au | imelda best captain you can ask | inappropriate use of the room of requirement ahem |

Post War by @josiecarioca

Severus Snape x OFC | ongoing | EVELYN BLACK IS SO MOTHER | this one is masterpiece | cinema | Post Hogwarts Battle au | Snape lives au | i still read Al-Andalus part A LOT | better writing than some of tv series out there | exploring more about hogwarts founders | characterization 10/10 | especially the OCs | even the villains | altering the chemicals in my brain | prepare yourself | for this life changing event |

Unraveling of Fates by @aesopsharpstuff

Aesop Sharp x OFC | ongoing | pre canon au | ex auror OFC | werewolves | trauma | i can feel nina’s pain through the screen or am i just dramatic | unreliable ministry & headmaster black what’s new?? | 1880s hogwarts staff are baddass | not talking about a certain headmaster obv |

In The Shadow of Us by @slytherizz

Sebastian Sallow x Player Character | completed | post hogwarts au | #sebastiansallowgettingoutfromazkabanparty /jk uuuh not really but that’s the vibe | post azkaban | enemies to lovers mmm slurrp | was it a misunderstanding or was it betrayal? |

To Frame the King (of Cats) by heartsof_theround

Ominis Gaunt x OFC | ongoing | OMINIS IS A CAT PERSON CONFIRMED | nostalgic shoujo manga vibes except the 18+ part | sigh…teenagers | emotionally constipated ominis | lowkey stalkish OFC | cute cats | lot of cats | slow burrnnnn | character development | this fic might be the next art cover i will draw |

Of Paper Planes and Wildflowers by @eggymf-archived

Ominis Gaunt x OFC | ongoing? | filthy in the beginning | wholesome heartwarming vibe after that | pen pals | the letters is the best parts i still re-read them a lot | this fic lives rent free in my head | you don’t know me but eggy i miss you | idk why but i’m always getting hungry reading this | prepare snacks |

[slytherizz]

I am truly a converted heathen to the Church of Chav Seb.

Thank you so much for letting me borrow him to write degenerate smut. Your art as always is stunning and this comic is a masterpiece 🥵

Chav Seb Smut Fic - 1.8k

Tags: Smut, Explicit Language, Fingering, Semi Public

If you were to ask her that morning exactly how she would ended up with her cheek crushed against the rough wood of the broom sheds, skirt hiked up around her waist and underwear pulled unceremoniously to the side so that her slit exposed for any potential passers by to see - She would have call you a dirty liar or assumed she was the future victim of at least one if not several unforgivable curses.

Because there was absolutely no way in hell that she would let that chav Sebastian Sallow touch her.

Or at least that’s what she’d thought. And would have sworn over her dead body that she’d hex him if he even so much as breathed too close to her. But that wasn’t true, was it?

Not judging by the long fingers currently curling inside of her to tease her sweet spot so expertly she had a string of drool running down her chin from her perpetually open mouth.

So in reality, she was the liar. And a filthy one at that.

At first she’d thought the crimson envelope dropped in her lap was a Howler from her parents. They’d be writing to make a point about their frustration with their eldest daughter's grades slipping. Expecting that they’d found out she only received an ‘E’ on her last potions mock exam. She’d torn open the letter before it could even begin to smoke only to be met with that grating Scottish brogue.

‘Oi. Bitch. Broom Sheds. 10 minutes. Don’t be fucking late.’

Perhaps, it was the complete audacity in which he thought he could summon her, and she’d come running to his beck and call, that made all rationality dissipate. She’d sent a hex towards the howler exploding it into red confetti before it could finish enunciating the last syllable. Long before Natty could even attempt to convince her to ignore it that he wasn’t worth her ire, she’d torn open the courtyard door and was charging down to the quidditch pitch.

She didn’t know at what point between shrilly calling him an “arrogant, insufferable prick”. And him snarling back that she “oughht to do something about that stick rammed up her arse”. That he’d managed to take hold of her with pathetically little resistance on her end and reduce her to this simpering mess.

But now here she was. So exposed that if anyone was to walk past she’d have no hope of preserving any of her dignity, and what’s worse the mortification of anyone knowing it was Sallow who she was willing to let spread her open for the world to see. Wetness smeared between her thighs growing slicker with every pump of his fingers. One knee raised and wedged between her stomach and the wall so he could spear them into her deeper. The other quivered as violently as if she were a newborn thestral. Sallow didn’t seem to care one iota that her leg was about to buckle beneath her. In fact, he only seemed to be doing her the courtesy of keeping her upright because it allowed him to grind his hard cock against her arse. Which wasn’t unwelcome as it at least served as a physical reminder she wasn’t the only one who’d completely lost their mind.

With precision Sallow’s thumb swept across her clit just enough to make her cry out but not enough pressure to truly satiate her. She caught her tongue between her teeth in an attempt to hold the incriminating sounds at bay. If anyone found them like this if the ground didn’t swallow her up first she’d have to feed herself to the giant squid rather than face the mortification.

“Not so fucking chopsy now are you, hm?” He crooned in her ear answering her muffled whining.

She wanted to argue back but Sallow clasped her jaw his lips clashed against hers. Not that she was confident any protests would come out as more than a strung out incoherent babble at this point. His mouth moved demandingly against her own, tongue slipping past her lips to flick against hers. Pressed against her. inside of her. Sallow was overwhelming her senses in every way.

She felt cheated. Lied to by romance novels she’d wasted years of her life and countless hours devouring. She’d expected his skin to be accentuated by notes of pine needles or cinnamon or leather or some other vague yet undeniably masculine musk. Sallow smelt nothing like any chivalrous romantic hero from any book she’d ever read. But rather, faintly of cigarettes.which she knew he skived off Arithmancy to smoke; Perhaps, squeezed mandarin and sandalwood? But that was if the spray that surrounded him like a fog wasn’t so acidic - which it was. And to such a degree it caught in your throat and made the oxygen seem thin. To her abject disgust in herself, she didn’t find any of this as repulsive as she thought she would. Not even unpleasant. If anything she found its harshness as arousing as the stiff cock rutting against her arse. Knew the scent would stain her similarly to the yellowing callous on the inside of Sebastian’s middle and index fingers which had torn open the buttons of her blouse, pulled down the cup of her bra and were currently pinching her peaked nipple.

“Sallow-fuck,” she whined needily into his open mouth. She’d been planning on punctuating that thought with ‘you’ but the way his thumb was now circling her hooded bundle of nerves all ability to form coherent thoughts had been effectively abandoned.

“That’s right. Say my name.”

He picked up his pace, which only forced her leg higher up the wall. Spreading her wider to coax more of her slick to coat his fingers.

She chased the mounting pressure of her orgasm, desperately rocking her hips down to meet every pump of his fingers into her tight cunt. Sallow grunted, moving in quick tight circles on her clit and a curling fingers just so. Wide eyed she climaxed with a sudden, helpless cry. Cunt tightening, clenched around those divine digits. One arm braced against the wall the other slung around his neck failing to find purchase to tether her back to earth. She rode it out in waves as he continued to toy with her using his thumb, send a little jolt of pleasure to chase through her body. Over and over again. Keeping her body tense on her peak. Brushing his thumb back and forth across her bundle of nerves like the worlds filthiest metronome.

Overstimulated, she tried to angle her hips away to shield her swollen nub but Sallow grunted low in her ear. He merely pinned her harder against the wall by impressing further into her backside.

“Ah- please. Stop I can’t anymore,” she choked. Reluctantly adding “I’m begging you.”

“Not so much of stuck up bitch now are you?” He whispered mockingly against her ear in his smoke gravel brogue. “Who knew you could be so well trained?”

Satisfied with her humiliating plea for reprieve he removed his fingers from her tight heat. Releasing her just enough so her leg could slide back down the door and he could turn her around to face him. She sighed, in relief and as boneless as she felt, she was glad of the additional support because looking Sallow in the eye after she’d just come on his fingers was proving to make her feel just as unstable.

Sebastian looked down at the slick glistening on his fingers. She flushed seeing how it had spread, running down the tensors contouring his hand. Sallow took hold of her jaw again. “Open your mouth.”

What embarrassingly little remained of her pride made her teeth clamped shut. She glared back at him in silent protest.

“You think you can make a mess like the slut you are and not clean it up?”

If looks could kill, would be an understatement. what was betrayed in his hard set of eyes was that should she refuse to comply her death would simply not be enough to compensate for the insult. It was a look that would take pleasure in taking her apart methodically piece by piece. Breaking her slowly like a strong willed mare.

Shamefully, she felt her body clench. Cunt acutely missing the loss of his fingers inside of her. His already bruising grip on her jaw tightened enough she heard a sickening click in the joints. The heel of his palm impressed on her windpipe. Her strained breath was shallow enough to make her head spin with that overpowering smell she could only assume he received in a Christmas gift set.

She unclenched her teeth and he wasted no time pushing two digits forcefully past her lips. Her cheeks flushed profusely as she tasted the tang of slick -her slick- coating his fingers. Sallow’s hard brown eyes were staring at her, a little more amused now, more than likely because for all her bravado had won. He cocked one slitted eyebrow at her and for her little mutany gave another warning pulse of his hand.

With that she began to drag her tongue along the underside of his fingers. Swirled it around the tip, sucking and licking off the residue. Knuckles appearing and disappearing past her swollen lips with every bob of her head as she took them deeper in her mouth. Mortifyingly she whined when Sallow was at last satisfied and pulled his fingers free dragging her bottom lip down with his thumb.He stooped his head to drag it again with his teeth.

With a final squeeze he released her hold on her completely. She heaved a much needed breath lungs feeling tight from restriction. Quickly she set about fixing her skirt. Hiked it back down from where it had ridden up around her waist to cover the torn underwear now barely covered her slit. Panicked she looked around, she couldn’t see anyone around yet but she could still hear voice off in the distance a little too close. She attempted to pull the edges of her blouse back together to cover her exposed breasts, nipples still visible through the sheer white fabric.

If she could find her wand she’d be able to fix her clothes and get back to the castle before Natty or anyone could suspect anything out of the ordinary had occurred. She could pretend that absolutely none of this ever happened. Move on with her life pretending Sallow had not reduced her to a pleading, whimpering wreck. Which she knew would prove to be rather difficult late at night when her own fingers between her legs just weren’t cutting it.

Absolutely refusing to meet his eyes, she moved to duck under his arm but Sallow pushed her back with a rough hand on her shoulder. Her back thudded against the wall.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He said sharply. As he caged her in, leaning his arm against the space above her. He smirked, free hand palming his cock which was strained against his trackies. “We’re not through yet.”

She swallowed. Praying to every deity she could think of that no passers by witnessed her allowing Sebastian Salloe to push her willingly inside the broom shed.

Thank you to @slytherizz for this idea. And PLEASE post the story cause everyone should read the drabble that inspired this comic. This was so fun.

[hogwarts-legacy-hype]

yeah you know who I am, this is incredibly niche and specific but I simply needed to gas up the girlies who helped contribute to the crackship that is Sebastian Sallow x Henry Winter (of 'The Secret History' fame).

Many wonderful chats and calls have been had, and I've made some real friends from all of this insanity ❤️

- @slytherizz for being the very first person to delight in the idea of Seb and Henry getting hold of a time-turner and meeting Julius Caesar, thus eventually spawning the Willow Extended Universe. Supreme Mugwump for Willow headcanons, Greek island aficionado, lover of Scottish lochs, and of Big Murder Men.

- @xantineverdoer for sheer rabidness, far-reaching headcanons, Pinterest wrangling, voracious smut, gut-wrenching angst, and Henry Winter theorycrafting. Producer of snippets that formed the nexus of current Willowshipping.

- @ravenbronze for her incredible 80s AU art, including the iconic Sebastian Sallow-in-short-shorts. Managing director of Seb's closet, and in charge of his Walkman.

- @writing-intheundercroft for fantastic snippets, sublime "what ifs," tantalising headcanons, TikTok mining, Pinterest scouting, and the pivotal phrase "linen is for ripping."

- @kaidynsarell for her absolutely delicious angst, including a version of post-Azkaban Sebastian and Henry Winter, who learned Magical Law simply to get his bf out. Reading it felt like being born anew.

- @just-another-fanfiction-writer for bursting into chats, dropping amazing emojis and then riding off into the sunset ;)

- @cuffmeinblack for sharing her incredible Donna Tartt shelf, and being our resident Abergaunt and Francis Abernathy enjoyer.

- @adylorewrites and @peanutslore for providing bemused support and encouragement from the sides, and for reminding us that, yes, from the outside we are all completely insane.

❤️❤️❤️ (I believe I've caught everyone but please slap me if I haven't!)

✨Love Crackships✨

[mommynott]

Forest Fuck

Theodore Nott x Reader

Summary: Biker!Theo is back at it again, this time perhaps bikerbf!theo…Having his way with you in the forest.

Warnings:18+,SMUT,MDNI,biker!theo,bf!theo,dom!theo,degrading,rough sex,PIV

Smack! Smack! Smack!- The sounds of you and Theo’s skin mixed with your wetness are slapping together at a great speed. It’s all you can hear-Well that and the sounds of the forest leaves crinkling above you. “You fuck me-Fuck! You fuck me so good, Daddy” You wailed in pleasure, holding yourself up over Theo’s bike. Arching your back to give him an immaculate sight of your juicy and now welted ass. “Fuck me like a whore-Please…Please fuck me like a whore!” The moans slipping your lips only got progressively louder through his forceful thrusts.

“A whore huh? Such a-gods-Such a good fucking whore-“ Smack- Theo’s palm lands on your cheek hard once again, right next to the rest of the handprints he had already left. His arrogant smirk grew at the red marks he had left you. He rammed his pulsating cock out of your slit which was leaking with your juices. Staring down at the way it glistened, a low growl huffing out of his lips.

“Get up and hold the handlebars…Now.” Theo demanded as he gave you yet another quick slap across your reddened bottom. A playful and naughty-like yelp fell from your lips as you skipped over in front of the bike. Perking that delicious ass of yours up while Theo stalked behind you, his hands getting a good grip on your hips, bucking you backward. “You wanna be fucked like a whore? I’ll fuck you like a whore all night long-my dirty little slut…Fuck-“

Theo tripped over his words as he admired your backside, his teeth biting down on his lower lip while he teased his precum-covered tip at your slick entrance. He could have busted right fucking now, but he gods-He is too obsessed with fucking you. He’d fuck you every second of every hour. Every. Fucking. Day. “Y-yes….Please fuck me like your whore.” The sound of your whimpers echoed around the bike. Theo positioned his hands on the bike handles, over yours. Giving the motorcycle a powerful rev before fully slamming his throbbing cock deep inside of you.

“My whore. That’s fucking right-Fuck…That wet cunt feels so good gripping around my cock.” Theo hissed, his head thrown back while he rammed into you as hard as he possibly could. You were practically a fucking puddle, lost in a state of pure ecstasy. “You’re going to be my cumfilled whore tonight….because-“ He went faster, a low grunt breaking from his throat. Pausing his words just to be able to feel you….all of you. The way he slid in and out of you with ease. The way your wetness trickled down your legs. The way your pussy clenched around his giant length.

“Fuck- Because I’m not stopping. I’m going to fill you up-“ Theo proceeds to thrust into you even more rapidly than before, your eyes squeezed shut from the euphoric sensation coursing through your body. “Again…And again…and again.” His hand revs up the bike once more, just as you’re nearing your third climax. The sound of it muffling and drawing out the both of you. But it didn’t matter where Theo fucked you, because to him? It was always you. And it would always be…you and only you.

Dividers are from here!

This came to me randomly because I haven’t been able to get biker!theo out of my brain, so here’s this little blurb

Hope you enjoyed my smut sluts 🖤

[sapphira-mydnyte]

Time to update that book with a modded outfit! ~Summer's End on Ominis~

From the Hogwarts Legacy guide book I just bought. There isn't a lot of Ominis in it but I was glad they chose him to represent Slytherin house

[slytherizz]

Everything, with you - Sebastian Sallow x F!MC/Reader

Tags/Warnings: 18+ | Breeding Kink | Size Kink | explicit sexual content | Dad!Seb

All tags can be found on Ao3

Summary:

"Watching you carry my children is one of life's greatest pleasures. If it's possible - you're more beautiful now than you've ever been.”

“Do you ever think about…”

“Having another one?”

A/N This works as a stand-alone but if you happened to have read either of my long fics this would sit either after the epilogue of 'Whatever it Takes' or in between the final chapter and the epilogue of 'In the Shadow of Us' (but I omitted the Azkaban references so it works for both). I have literally nothing to say for myself for this one other than...

For the thicc Seb girlies 💕

Dark curly hair tickled the underside of Sebastian's chin as he adjusted his son nestled in his lap. Book resting against his knee which was bent at an awkward and rather uncomfortable angle where he'd managed to cram himself onto Sam's little bed. Sebastian’s neck ached and his left leg was almost completely dead. Not that he minded. He knew his youngest would outgrow this one day, and would no longer need his father to read him fairytales. So Sebastian succumbed easily to Sam’s pleading and let himself be the dutiful mountain against which his son could rest. 

"Now, this word’s a little tricky, so take your time with it,” Sebastian tapped his finger on the page. "What does this say?"

"I'm not sure." Sam frowned. He traced his pudgy finger over the unfamiliar word and along the bright plume of fiery feathers printed in rich shades of red and gold on the page. The enchanted bird ruffled its wings as it clicked its beak attempting to nip at Sam's fingers. Each time the bird squawked soundlessly as he stroked its plumage Sam giggled with delight.

"Sound it out. You see right here? The 'Ph' makes an ‘f’ sound.”

"Like ‘t’ and ‘h’ make a 'the' sound?" 

“Exactly right. Two letters. One sound,” Sebastian said, ruffling his boy's hair proudly. 

Alice, his eldest had always had an uncanny ability to memorise words. Could recall the contents of practically every book he'd ever given her once she’d devoured it. She'd taken great pride in unnerving her primary school teacher by listing every ingredient in ‘A draft of living death’. Which may have seemed like a feat within itself…until she’d insisted on doing it backwards.

His unique form of parenting had been called into question more than once by her teachers but who was he to tell his daughter that ‘most potent potions’ was not appropriate bedtime reading? Restricting her inquisitive mind would be a far greater sin. 

Sam's little mind on the other hand worked like a tinker. Slower it may seem than his sister as he pieced together meaning. But that wasn’t nearly the case. Simply because he liked to fiddle with things more than his sister. Take a word apart and rearrange it before dismantling it again entirely. He picked apart the rules as he learnt them. All whilst, humming sagely from time to time like he was some great philosopher and he wasn't in fact, a boy of four who had spent the morning sulking when there was no honey left in the pantry for his toast.

“Try sounding it out," he encouraged. 

"Fee-nix?" Sam’s brows furrowed slightly the new word unfamiliar and clunky on his tongue. "Pheonix?"

"That’s it. You’re doing well. Now I know you know the rest of it. Reckon you can read the full sentence?” 

"The p-phoenix went up in…smoke?"

"Clever boy!"

Sam turned to look up at Sebastian, puffing out his chest with pride. Sebastian kissed the crown of his head affectionately. Sam burrowed his head into his shirt trying and failing to disguise a yawn against his father's chest. 

Snapping the book closed and placing it on his bedside table. Sebastian scooped him up as he shifted off the small bed placing his son snuggly under the quilt constellations in golden thread adorned its edges. 

“Right, I think that's enough for tonight. Bedtime for you mister.”

“But I'm not tired,” Sam protested. Rubbing his drooping eyelids which did little to rally his father to his plight. Eyes so like his mother's framed under furrowed dark brows. Stubbornness was an inherited trait and with how pigheaded he and his wife could be Sebastian should have known his children would be no different.

“I'm sure you're not,” Sebastian chuckled. Tucking the blankets tighter around his squirming limbs. “But it's already way past your bedtime. If you settle down I’ll put the stars up - How does that sound?”

Sam grinned, nodding his head eagerly as he buried his head deeper into his pillow. Sebastian pulled out his wand. Sam’s eyes lighting up. Glittering as they always get in his eyes when either of her parents performed even the simplest of charms. With an unnecessarily large flourish, Sebastian extinguished the bedside lantern plunging them into darkness. He whispered his modified charm.

Stars small but dazzling began to twinkle into life one by one across the steepled ceiling painting the cosmos across the wooden beams. 

It wasn’t nearly as elaborate as the charm in the Hogwarts great hall that had given Sebastian the inspiration. Not quite a replication of the overcast sky outside, but to Sam’s childlike wonder; his father could conjure the heavens in his bedroom. Pluck the stars from the sky so he could sleep bathed in starlight. 

For all his folly into the persuits into the darker sides of magic - there was no spell more powerful than the ones that made his children’s life a little more magical. 

“Night, Dad.”

***

Undoing the buttons of his shirt Sebastian shucking the material from his shoulders. Wincing as he kneaded at the tight knot that had formed in his neck from too long spent hunched over in his son's small bed. Stretching like a bear ripe from hibernation joints cracking audibly. 

His dark brows lifted in alarm as he caught his reflection in the ornate oblong mirror tucked into the corner of their bedroom. 

Sebastian had always looked like his father. Same bow to their lips, unruly chestnut hair and soft brown eyes like sodden earth after rain. He could practically divine how his features would change using the brushstrokes of the portrait of his parents that hung proudly on the stairs. 

But it was the things that went beyond the superficial that made his parents' old friends stumble on his name and acquaintances double-take in the street as if the dead still walked among them. The determined set of his jaw, the curious glint in his eye. There truly had never been any mistaking exactly who Sebastian’s father was. 

But he didn’t just look like his Dad ; he looked like a Dad.

Not that he'd ever been particularly lean . A stockiness to his frame as all Sallow men carried. Violence practically carved into his marrow. Built more for quidditch or boxing, than for scholarly pursuits he'd always been drawn to; but this was getting out of hand. 

Sebastian frowned at his reflection. Still strong in the trunk in a way that he never minded, especially not with how it elicited such sinful looks from his wife but he had become notably softer around the middle. What had once been a sparse tuft of hair on his chest he’d taken great pride as a lad, was now thick dark hair trailing down his stomach. 

It seemed as unprepared Sebastian had been, stumbling bowlegged and awkwardly into fatherhood, not having nearly enough time with his own to have much to go off; his body had settled far quicker into his new role than he had.

Scratching at the short beard he kept neatly trimmed. Well, for what could pass as neat considering his hair was unruly no matter where it grew. Sebastian twisted and turned, appraising himself from different angles.

When was the last time he'd duelled? Worked up any kind of sweat? 

Perhaps he should consider himself lucky he was in the shape he was. Carrying his children upstairs to bed and lugging stacks of heavy stacks of old manuscripts and attifacts charmed against magical interference around the Department of Mysteries hardly counted as exercise. The closest thing anyone would consider vigorous was fucking his wife. But then again holding her small frame against a wall hardly felt like work. 

He rotated his joints, and the tendons of muscle in his heavy shoulders flexed under freckled skin. An old puckered scar long faded to white across his shoulder now a mere remnant from his past life. Underneath the soft exterior of the doting father he’d become still lurked the shadow of the hellion youth he’d once been. 

Delicate hands slithered around his middle running along the breadth of him stroking at the hair on his chest. Her warm cheek came to rest, nestled between his shoulder blades. Sighing affectionately, her breath tickling his skin. Sebastian leaned into her touch, even after all these years he still felt sparks.

"If you keep scowling your face will get stuck like that,” she chided. Sebastian snorted twisting in her hold to face her. She’d loosened the soft braids she usually wore at her temples so her hair hung loose around her shoulders. She smiled up at him, crooked and his heart stuttered in an unsteady rhythm. 

“Alice, go down without any fuss?”

“Has she ever?” She quirked an eyebrow at him far more amused by their daughters' antics than cross. “Caught her trying to get into your study after I put her to bed - again. Luckily she isn’t half as stealthy as she is mischievous.”

Sebastian grinned at her, arching his eyebrows. “She gets that from you.”

“I think Scribner would have disagreed.” She said rolling her eyes. “But something tells me it's not Alice's nocturnal antics causing that face. Tell me what's wrong my love?" 

Placing a warm hand against his cheek fingers combing through the hair on his chin. He shifted uncomfortably under the weight of her gaze. Failing to suppress the heat he could feel rising in his cheeks most likely staining the tops of his ears. 

"Nothing, Pet. I’m uh-” he hesitated, wincing slightly. Perhaps she hadn’t noticed. And is she hadn't, he was reluctant to point it out. Lest it change the way she looked at him. She was still as radiant the first time he'd laid eyes on her but Sebastian was a far cry from the roguish boy who'd made her heart race. 

He leaned heavily into her hand resting against his chin. Letting the tenderness of her touch and softness of her gaze quell the unease. “Just carrying a bit more timber than I'm used to. I hadn’t noticed how much the years had caught up to me. After two kids and all."

"You’ll always be the same stubborn and reckless boy to me," she wrapped her arms around him tighter. It was only a chaste peck but an inexplicable blush darkened her cheeks as she nibbled on the inside of her cheek contemplatively. Her hands grazed along Sebastian’s freckled shoulders, through the sparse hair on his chest nails scratching softly. "But I must admit…I rather like you like this. Broad. Manly.”

" Oh - Do you now?" he smirked. Admiring the flush that had stained her cheeks at her admission.

Seeming to take an unnatural amount of interest in the pattern of their curtains she averted her eyes blushing deeply. "Yes. I do. And don't let it go to your big head.”

Far too late for that. After all these years she should really have known better. His chest already swelling with pride a smug smile pulling at the corner of his freckled cheeks.

Tugging at the sleeve of her pale blue dress. The cotton slipped away to expose more of her skin. Sebastian snaked his hand around her waist to settle on the small of her back. Ducking his head to pepper kisses along the dip of her shoulder. 

The faint smell of mallowsweet that always clung to her hair far sweeter than any perfume; a herb balm that had soothed and tamed his stubborn heart. Heat rose where he'd exposed her as Sebastian's mouth worked its way down her neck towards her clavicle. Her fingers pressed a little harder into his flesh feeling the tight coils of muscle that still lurked underneath. 

Despite Sebastian's intention of letting his wife thoroughly enjoy the body, she found so desirable. She seemed distracted. Her breathing hitched a little as he grazed his teeth over her delicate throat. Sucking in just a way that would usually drive all the thoughts from her pretty head - that was not the case tonight.

“Besides - it's not like I look the same as I did before Alice and Sam.”

"Mmm, but watching you carry my children is one of life's greatest pleasures. If it's possible - you're more beautiful now than you've ever been.”

“Do you ever think about…”

She trailed off. Mouth opened and closed lamely as she searched for the words her eyebrows furrowed. 

“Having another one?”

The high-pitched and uncharacteristically nervous noise of agreement she emitted made Sebastian pause his efforts to adorn her shoulder with dark love bites which were now blooming like wild grapes. 

It was rare to see his wife nervous. Even rarer still for her mind to be elsewhere when it came to their marital relations. But he could understand her trepidation; it wasn’t as if either of their children had exactly been planned. 

Before either of them were born he often wondered if they should have been parents. Not a single guardian between them to cobble together any semblance of what a parent should be. A trail of lost souls he'd not been able to protect. 

Hazy memories of love weren't exactly a blueprint for success. 

So Sebastian packed those feelings away even before he'd let them fully bubble to the surface. Resigned perhaps to the fact that although she may have fallen in love with the rough-edged boy he’d been; she'd still bore witness to the worst of him. A dark unsightly stain on his soul he kept cloistered away but they both knew would never leave him. Or her.

And why would either of them want to burden a child with him as their father; or her with his last name? It did not do to dwell on something Sebastian never thought he’d be able to have.

Then one day their world shifted and as willfully unprepared as they’d been for it; so did they. 

Alice bloomed in the cracks of space in their lives they hadn’t known something had been missing. But perhaps had always left vacant and wanting for her. 

Sam, followed so shortly after. Alice - barely a year old when they’d realised three would quickly become four. 

By then, Sebastian had put to rest that gnawing anxiety that told him perhaps they should have never been parents. Fatherhood suited him. Soothed an old ache that had been throbbing since the passing of his own and now he wore it like a familiar coat. 

He allowed himself to bask in the elation of their growing family; in a way, he’d not been able to with Alice. Not only taking pride in his wife, who practically glowed more beautiful than he’d ever seen her; but pleasure in watching her stomach swell once again with his child. 

So much in fact, he lamented over the missed opportunity for what it would be like to take her with the sole intention of filling her with life. Could practically taste it every time he felt her unravelling on his cock. Dragged his feet at the apothecary when she asked him to purchase extra dandelion root for her monthly brew in the years that followed.

Already Sebastian could feel his blood rushing south at the thought. Inhaling sharply, calming his heart which was now thumping hard against his sternum as that familiar desire pooled. 

“I love our family. Alice and Sam, are plenty troublesome and we have our hands full as it is,” he began carefully.

Sebastian cupped her chin, shifting her soft gaze to his. The smile he wore, genuine if a little weak. What he said was true. Sebastian did not wish to burden her with making such a decision simply to satisfy his elicit fantasies. He would not begrudge her if she didn’t want another child after she’d given him so much - more than he’d ever let himself hope for. 

But she visibly deflated with his words. “Oh…so you wouldn't want another one?”

“No! I mean- not ‘ no’ . Merlin, it’s quite the opposite. In fact, I think I’ll always want more ,” Sebastian spluttered. Tongue tied and feeling the opportunity slipping through his fingers Sebastian took a breath to right himself. “Neither of us has much in the way of family outside of the one we made for ourselves - each child you give me is the greatest blessing I never thought I’d have. I’d love nothing more than to grow the family that we created.”

“I just want to know you're sure. You don't have to just because I want one.”

“There is nothing within my power that I would not give you. But, trust me love there are other  reasons it appeals to me.” 

“Oh?”

Hands glided down her spine grabbing the soft curve of her backside. Her eyes widened as he pulled her flush against his body where she could feel the growing bulge press against her stomach. Tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear, Sebastian ducked his head to nip gently at her earlobe before he whispered.

“Getting to fuck you purely with the intention of filling you with my seed. Watching you swell with another of my children. Breeding you. ” His voice, a low rumble reverberating from deep in his chest. Domineering. Predatory. Every point his body was pressed against hers felt like a fire that ignited a desire that lay dormant inside him. Desperate to claw its way out. Claim her as his - again . "Wearing the evidence under those pretty dresses of yours for everyone to see. So they know exactly what you let me do to you. Who you belong to.”

A visible shiver ran down her spine. Goosebumps prickling across her skin at the filth of his words. Feeling pressed hard against her stomach exactly how much the idea appealed to him. 

“Sebastian-”

“Tell me you want it and it’s yours,” he murmured huskily against her neck. Nipping at that spot below her jaw he knew made her knees buckle. 

His little witch had never been the obedient sort, as wild and stubborn as a poorly bottled lightning. But after all these years together - Sebastian knew exactly which buttons to push. How to make her laugh so hard her cheeks ached from smiling; a sound so perfect it washed his worries away like a tide. The ones that made rage; burn so fiercely he was reminded she was barely a witch at all but a dragon merely playing at domesticity. 

Most favourably to Sebastian were the ones that turned every rational coherent thought in her head into a blinding fog of lust.

He trailed kisses across her skin, her pulse quickening under the tender brush of his lips. An eager whine slipped from her throat. Hips pushing against his in search of friction to soothe the heat pooling in her abdomen.

“Yes- fuck. Please, I want that. Another baby. Your baby.”

The choked sound that clawed its way out of Sebastian’s throat sounded far from anything human. Somewhere between a groan and a growl. 

Wasting not a second longer he grasped her hips lifting her swiftly as if she weighed nothing at all. Thighs wrapped tightly around his hips as she moulded into him. Heat radiated from her core barely concealed behind the thin fabric of her undergarment. 

Fingers tangling in his hair, she pulled his lips forcefully to hers. Kissing him greedily. Tongue delved between his parted lips as if he were the air she breathed. 

From the way she ground her hips insistently, his wife cared little if it drove him to distraction; she knew there was no way Sebastian would let her fall. 

Carrying her over to the bed to practically launch her down onto the mattress. Hooded eyes, devoured every inch of her husband standing above her. Her dress dishevelled had ridden up to expose the tops of her thighs which squeezed together in anticipation. Sebastian palmed his hard length through biting hard on his lip to stifle a moan.

Her nimble fingers came quickly to fumble with the buttons of her dress. Sebastian batted her hand away with a grunt to tear into them himself. His mouth trailed kisses further down her body with every inch he exposed.

Stopping as in his journey towards her core to pay particular attention to the soft curve of her belly. She whined under every press of his lips against her stomach squirming impatiently under Sebastian with the need for him to fill the womb he worshipped so reverently. 

Sebastian pulled her hips sharply towards the edge of their bed dropping to his knees between her spread legs. Folds already glistening with unrestrained desire. Sebastian ran the tip of his nose through the sparse hairs. The heat of his breath teased against her growing slick. Shivering with anticipation her hips bucked craving - no, needing Sebastian to provide relief to the ache between her legs. 

“Sebastian - please,” she whined. 

“Impatient,” he scolded. Despite his own clothed erection strained against his trousers twitching desperate to be buried inside his wife’s impossibly tight core. But to Sebastian there no more perfect sight than her laid out before him. Bare, flushed and eyes darkened with desire. A nymph from some Greek tragedy he hadn’t tamed; rather merely a disciple come to worship at her altar. “Such a good girl. Already so wet for me.”

Her fingers tangled harshly in his hair hips bucking as Sebastian at last ended her torment. Licking a broad stripe with the flat of his tongue across her weeping entrance. Her head fell back in a broken whine finally relieving her from her torture. Sebastian released a  groan of his own against her folds, lapping more needly at the growing slick. Savouring every drop she offered him. A man lost in a desert and her his bountiful oasis.

He knew her body better than he knew his own. Chasing her keening mewls a wordless plea for more, pleasure only he could offer her as he flicked and curled his tongue against the hooded bundle of nerves. Releasing his grip on her hip to slide his fingers into her tight heat. Savouring how her fluttering walls gripped him as he worked her open with every pump and curl of his fingers.

Her back arched, legs shaking the cool satin sheets scrunched in her fists as she writhed in ecstasy. Clinging desperately to them a last bastion of as she teetered on the edge of oblivion.

He chanced a glance up at her, mouth still servicing her fervently. Their eyes locked her voice caught on a silent plea for release. Sebastian sucked. Devouring her quivering clit and she broke. 

Screaming curses and praise to forgotten deities her body jerking to grind frantically against his tongue. Sebastian’s hips rutted forward into nothingness as her body clenching around his fingers as he brought her to climax. His own need growing almost unbearable as he felt her dissolved into pleasure needing to feel that pulsing release around his cock not just his fingers. 

His patience was now paper thin, he needed to be inside of her and from the way her fingers tugged at his chestnut hair impatiently as her orgasm ebbed - she seemed to agree. 

Bed springs creaked as he crawled onto the bed beside her. He slid his hands along the dip of her waist gripping her soft flesh to flip her onto her stomach. 

She peering back at him from over her shoulder. Her lips were swollen, her hair in a wild tangle but her eyes burning into him as if she could set him alight - daring him to take her as she arched her hips up and back towards Sebastian. 

Gripping her side he bared down on her. Large body resting heavily against her back she curled up into him sighing contentedly at the feeling of his weight resting against her.

How many wizards had coveted her affection since their school days? Cursed the very ground Sebastian walked on because since the day she’d become his. His cock achingly hard grinding against her arse at the mere thought of her wearing the reminder to them all exactly who she belonged to under her dress. 

He scrambled with the buttons on his breeches before pulling them off entirely cock springing free arching proudly and achingly hard. Slit glistening in anticipation that coil inside of him already tightly wound at the mere thought of filling her.

"Going to fuck even more of my kids into you," he purred low in her ear as he settled himself between her legs dragging the head of his cock through her spit-slicked folds. Their nerves practically vibrating with carnal anticipation. 

She cried out, broken and rasping as Sebastian finally pressed into her with a strong deliberate thrust. Stretching her open inch by inch groaning low, his head falling against her back when he buried himself inside her to the hilt. The sheen of sweat coating her back salty on his tongue as he mouthed brainlessly at her bare flesh. 

“Fuck,” she hissed as Sebastian began to cant his hips in deep maddening strokes. He hadn't expected such a lustful fog to overcome him. Like some primitive part of his brain had overcome him and now he was entirely consumed with the thought of her. Filling her with seed.

His eyes flicked up catching their reflection in the mirror. Sebastian groaned her name as he watched himself pounding into her relentlessly. Tiny body nestled under his own her spine curved in pleasure but her face was buried in the sheets. Stifling the delicious sounds of ecstasy she only made for him into the mattress. 

Sebastian grunted in annoyance. Snapping his hips harder she only seemed to bit down harder on the sheets.

He didn’t just want her to feel him filling her with life; he wanted her to bear witness to it.

Tucking his arm around her waist he hauled her up flush against his body. Her yelp of surprise dissolving into a moan as the new angle had her sinking deeper onto his cock. Her back pressed against his chest she rolled her hips, eyelashes fluttering as his crown teased against her sweet spot. Sebastian curled a possessive hand around her throat to keep her upright. The other kneaded her breast, rolling the pert peak between his fingertips. 

Despite the utterly filthy position in which he took her. Sebastian’s hands were gentle, large arms cradling her body. He whispered sweet reverent praise and encouragement into her ear with every roll of her as she sought her pleasure.

“Look at you,” he whispered. Pressing a kiss to her temple coaxing her to look and witness how fucking perfect she was. Her eyes cracked open, gaze settling on the mirror in the corner of the room. Sebastian's reflection grinned at her. She blushed deeply at the sight but she made no move to cover herself. Eyes devouring the sight of her bare, legs spread wide and impaled on Sebastian's cock. 

“Fucking look at you.” He punctuated the statement with a sharp buck of his hips into her cunt.  

She whined desperately with every deep maddening thrust. She leaned back further into his embrace, head tipped back in a wanton moan but she didn't tear her eyes away. As if wishing to burn this moment into her mind. Cunt fluttering greedily around his cock, coaxing more slick onto his shaft. 

“Fuck- you're taking me so well. Do you- fuck. Feel how deep I am inside you?” Sebastian groaned at the slight swell of her stomach. He released her breast hand ghosting down the planes of her stomach. “I can feel you clenching around me - fuck . Feel where I'm going to fill you. Where you'll grow our child.”

He barely recognised the cadence of his voice, low gravelly more akin to a growl than anything human. He pressed a little harder onto her stomach. Feeling the head of his cock against his palm, he groaned. Forehead fell against the crook of her neck pumping into his palm as he ground into her with deep thrusts. Gently teasing his thumb over the blunt head through her soft stomach. 

She whined readily, shivering with pleasure sinking deeper onto his cock with every needy roll of her hips. Blood pounding in his ears Sebastian could feel the pressure mounting. He released his hold on her throat, taking hold of her hips so hard he knew even if his seed did not take her skin would still wear the marks for days.

Leaning back so she could rest against him, his toes curling in the sheets as he found purchase to thrust into her frantic. Her arm wrapped around his neck keening and whimpering with every strong thrust. 

“Please Seb- fuck. I need,” she rasped. Too deliriously close to the edge to tell him what she needed. What they both craved so desperately. 

“Tell me what you want, darling,” he grunted. Peppering kisses behind her ear, along the curve of her jaw. “Do you want me to come deep inside you? Breed you? Make you mine again?”

“Yes. Gods. Yes!”

“Tell- tell me,” he grunted. Clutching her hips to pound up into her brutally. The coil inside of him tightened, feeling his release rushing in. Visions narrowing and cock twitching eagerly. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“I-I want your seed. Your baby. You. Please, Seb- fuck,” she cried out. 

Deft fingers found her clit. Still so sensitive from how he’d already made her quake. Sebastian circled the swollen nub and her head tipped back in a husky moan. Grinding her hips against him, Glistening with a thin sheen of sweat everywhere their bodies were intertwined. 

“You're going to look so perfect. So bloody beautiful carrying our child. My child.”

She gasped as that familiar feeling pooled in her core. “Fuck- Seb please. I'm close.” 

“Fuck I can feel you. So tight - around my cock. Let go for me, my love. And I will ah - for you,” Sebastian groaned into the shell of her ear. 

Despite his vision blurring as Sebastian teetered so close to the edge of nirvana, he couldn't tear his eyes from their reflection. He doubted there was a more mesmerising and all-consuming sight than watching her come completely undone. Head tipped back all words stolen by how expertly he fucked her so a tune to her body. Beads of sweat clung to every curve and dip on her. 

Shimmering. Beautiful. His .

Teasing faster circles over her still-swollen clit. Bucking into her hard and faster. Biting down on his lip so hard he tasted the metallic tang of blood on his tongue as he desperately held back his release. A final uneven snap of his hips burying his cock deep inside her climax broke. 

She cried out suddenly; a clap of thunder announcing a storm. Like the heavens split apart and she submitted to drown in the waves of her pleasure. Nails clawing against his shoulder. Cunt tightened and spasmed as she sucked him in impossibly deeper as Sebastian followed her. Pulling her hips down as her came hard. 

Her name and filthy praise erupted from his lips in a sound he could only liken to a primal whine. Spilling his seed hot and purposeful into the deepest part of her channel. Grinding against her arse, Sebastian milked every last drop from his pulsing cock. 

Willing it to take root. 

Her body slumped against him boneless but every nerve alight and still shivering from the last throws of pleasure as her orgasm ebbed. Rasping in broken pants as she tried to recapture her stolen breath.

He kissed her cheek, tender, lovingly and with as much gentleness as Sebastian could muster with how he practically rattled with how hard his heart was hammering against his ribs; he shifted strong arms guiding her onto her side. Cock still sheathed inside of her. Unwilling to remove himself from her his mind still overcome and entirely consumed with the need to fill her with life.

Sebastian pushed his release deeper inside her with shallow thrusts. She whimpered hips bucking away from the overstimulation of the motion. He peppered soft apologetic kisses across the small bruises beginning to bloom around her throat wrapping his arms around her and cradling her body to him tighter. But Sebastian held firm. Hand pressing against her stomach a silent prayer. Willing his seed to take. 

"I love you. You're going to look so beautiful. Full of my baby," he cooed, with a languid roll of his hips. Tucking her a sweaty lock of tangled hair behind her ear. She sighed, angling her face to meet his gaze. Dishevelled. Swollen lipped. Beautiful. Her soft crooked and familiar yet it still takes his breath away. 

He'd once thought the greatest thing he could do was burn the world for her. But now he knew - It was to build one. 

A life. A legacy. One that they forged and fought for together. Everything, as long as it was with her. 

Despite his efforts to keep her full of him, he could already feel it leaking out around his shaft, hot and slick, coating her thighs. The crown of his cock dragged over her sweet spot before pushing his further in. “In fact - why stop at one this time? Twins do run in my family.”

“I don't think that's how it works-” she stuttered. But her core clenched greedily around his cock. Still stiff and firmly inside of her, it twitched with approval. 

“Care to test the theory?”

[writing-intheundercroft]

WIP Tag Game

Thank you for tagging me @slytherizz @kaidynsarell and @myokk!!

Sharing an Ominis draft under the cut - tagging @pluviowriting @kaviary-blog @ellivenollivander @sloanesallow @cuffmeinblack and anyone else who wishes to join in 🥰

“Do you fancy anyone, Ominis?”

The three of you were seated at the Slytherin table, Ominis in center; Sebastian to his right, chin perched in his palm, and you, the new fifth year, on his left. Sebastian had just been fawning over Samantha Dale, his flavor of the month, crooning about her shiny black hair and full, rosy cheeks.

“It’s not like that with Ominis,” Sebastian waves you off. “He’s going to be a brother of Merlin, they don’t have attachments.”

You raise your eyebrows. “What the hell is a brother of Merlin?”

Ominis swallows thickly. It had been so long since he’d thought about it–ages, really. Life had been so normal as of late (about as normal as it could be, with Sebastian getting in trouble every other day, Anne sick as a dog, and you, his new super-powered classmate, wedging yourself into his life).

“Well, you know how muggles have religion.” Ominis drums his fingers against the mahogany table. “The brotherhood of Merlin is somewhat akin to muggle faith. They’re…they’re sort of like clergy. They travel throughout the magical realm, studying and spreading the knowledge of Merlin.” he explains.

You pause for a moment, letting out a loud peal of laughter. “Ominis, you’re going to be a priest?”

“It’s actually a big deal,” Sebastian points out, his mouth full of oatmeal. “Not very many people actually go through with it, you see. It’s labor intensive, and the brotherhood decides on your assignment, so you never know where in the world you may end up.”

“Do you want to join the brotherhood, Ominis?” You ask, voice piqued with curiosity.

“No one has ever really asked,” he confesses, stiffening at the revelation. “My parents decided I would join when I was a child. They thought it would be a noble sacrifice. A son to carry on the family lineage, and a son to join the cloth.”

“That doesn’t answer my first question.” You remind him. “I asked if you fancied anyone.”

“I’m not supposed to–” Ominis began, quickly cut off with your impatient sigh.

“You’re not in the brotherhood yet, Ominis.”

Yet.

He’d never thought of it that way.

“I don’t.” Ominis says quickly, brushing his hair out of his face. “Fancy anyone, that is.”

Sebastian takes his time pointing out the obvious elephant in the room. Walking back to the dorms from the boys’ showers, he brings the topic from lunch to the forefront.

“She was asking if you like anyone because she likes you,” Sebastian scrunches his towel in his hair.

Ominis fiddles with his wand. “She wasn’t.” he insists. “She was just curious because you kept carrying on and on about Samantha Dale.”

Sebastian scoffs, whipping his damp towel at him. “She likes you, I swear. I always catch her staring at you during potions, and the two of you are always napping on one another during History of Magic. I must admit, I feel rather left out.” he pouts.

“Don’t,” Ominis says warningly. The last time Sebastian felt left out, they’d ended up locked in a dungeon with his Aunt Noctua’s bones littering the corridor. Nothing good can come from Sebastian Sallow feeling unincluded.

[sychenb]

(WIP ) I only really have 2 pages drawn/drafted so far out of possibly 6. The story is written by @slytherizz and I cannot wait to finish this cause I immensely enjoyed reading it.

[kaidynsarell]

~INTERVIEW WITH A WRITER~

Thank you for the tag @rypnami 💕

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WHEN DID YOU START WRITING

Literally only since Hog Leg came out. I’ve had little stories in my head but only ever started writing recently. It’s all very new😅

ARE THERE DIFFERENT THEMES OR GENRES YOU ENJOY READING THAN WHAT YOU WRITE

I write so much sad/angsty emotions. I think even my “lighter/happy” works end up with angst. But I do love reading a happy little fluffy piece. It keeps me sane.

IS THERE A WRITER YOU WANT TO EMULATE OR GET COMPARED TO OFTEN.

This one is difficult😅 unlocks too many fears of getting accused of “copying” people. I guess I’m just my own thing. I should be so lucky as to have my name mentioned amongst my mutuals.

CAN YOU TELL ME A LITTLE ABOUT YOUR WRITING SPACE

I write most everything on my phone. So I guess. Wherever I happen to be at the time. Though, sometimes I do pull out the laptop and a nice candle.

WHATS YOUR MOST EFFECTIVE WAY TO MUSTER UP A MUSE.

Maladaptive daydreaming. I think about them constantly. Almost 24/7. 😳 But otherwise, reading and music are fantastic.

ARE THERE ANY RECURRING THEMES IN YOUR WRITING? DO THEY SURPRISE YOU.

Mostly grief and angst. Which, yes, is surprising, given I don’t feel I have much experience with either. I’m lucky for that though. 🥹

WHAT IS YOUR REASON FOR WRITING

I literally can’t stop. It’s a problem.😅

IS THERE ANY SPECIFIC COMMENT OR TYPE OF COMMENT YOU FIND PARTICULARLY MOTIVATING

Really I’m just happy anyone takes the time to comment anything on what I write. Leaving comments can be difficult. I’m not good at it. So I appreciate anyone who does. 🩵

HOW DO YOU WANT TO BE THOUGHT OF BY YOUR READERS.

I would only like to be perceived as for praise. Okay? Okay. 🤣

WHAT DO YOU FEEL LIKE IS YOUR GREATEST STRENGTH AS A WRITER

I hate questions like this😭 I guess conveying emotions or writing descriptions. idk.

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT YOUR OWN WRITING.

Uhh.. see above??😭 I like looking back and thinking I’ve improved in some way. But I enjoy doing it regardless☺️

No pressure tags💕💕

@writing-intheundercroft @sunnyrealist @juneymont @gdwins @slytherizz

[ravenbronze]

Willow

Sometimes ya need a crackship in your life 🤷‍♀️

Dedicated to @diligentcranberry @slytherizz @xantineverdoer @writing-intheundercroft @kaidynsarell for all their Willow goodness and for feeding the obsession with TSH/Henry Winter/80s AU Sebastian/general insanity 🙃

(I promise I’m gonna draw some actual HL stuff again as well 😂)