#Isabel Greymoore | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog · 4 months

Text

Good Morning

AO3 Link

MC is pleasantly awoken by Ominis

Ominis x fem!MC

NSFW—sexual content

18-year-old Ominis and MC are eager to start their lives together after school, and on this particular morning, they are especially eager.

Word count: 2,963

Arrrgh I apologize this took so long, this time of year is crazy for me and it's difficult to write. :( I was inspired to write this by @tamayula-hl's art of Ominis and MC here. Please go look at her beautiful art, even if you've already seen it before 😌💚

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

A soft breeze sighed through the deep green leaves of summer trees. It carried sounds of crickets that floated in through the open window and settled in the warm room. MC’s skin tingled as she lay on her side, head propped up by an arm and legs demurely placed one atop the other. She was surrounded by overstuffed pillows, warm blankets and silky sheets. She was dimly aware of a gossamer shift that barely covered her from her chest and shoulders down to her hips. Each time she moved, the way the little gown caressed her warm hips and her firm nipples felt exquisite. She was far too distracted to be bothered by how revealing the dress was, however, because reclining next to her was her beloved Ominis Gaunt. He wore a rakish, loose white shirt with dark trousers and was busy running his fingers over the beguiling material of her tiny gown. His face was lifted up into a small smirk as he marveled at how one piece of clothing could be so small and cover so little. His starry eyes sparkled bright blue as his fingertips glided. Oh, how MC wished she could swim in those eyes.

"My beautiful wife," Ominis murmured, his voice melodic and sweet. "How fortunate that I have you all to myself. I can’t stop thinking about all the things I want to do to you, and this pretty little dress is not helping matters."

MC blushed and felt every word in the English language evaporate from her imagination. She could only manage a gentle, affectionate laugh in response.

MC reached up to stroke Ominis' immaculate blond hair. His eyes slid shut as he leaned into her hand and his lips parted. Silky gold strands slipped through MC's fingers as she drank in her husband’s beauty. Every feature of his angelic face was sheer perfection, from the beauty marks that decorated the side of his face to his striking eyelashes and his dramatic cheekbones. MC resisted the sudden urge to smother him with soft kisses. As much as she wanted to give in to the urge, she knew the subtle expression on Ominis’ face; he wanted more. He opened his eyes, now full of desire as his smile ever so slowly faded. His fingertips stroked up MC’s side, dragging the edge of the little dress upward a few more inches. His hand wandered up to her jawline and swept her face with his thumb until he found her lips. He leaned forward and pushed a tender kiss to them... and then another... and another. Each kiss betrayed his true desires, stoking a flame deep inside both of them. The kisses grew more forceful and audible until Ominis could resist no longer, and he gently rolled MC onto her back and hovered over her.

MC’s dress was now hiked up to her waist, completely exposing her lower half. She suddenly felt a tug at her hair. Ominis had grabbed a fistful to tilt her head back and gain access to her neck. She moaned Ominis' name as he traced his lips along an artery that flared to the beat of her fluttering heart. He parted his lips and let his tongue trail along while his knee unceremoniously pushed her legs apart and nestled against her bare core.

"Ominis," MC gasped as her hips bucked. He merely chuckled and pushed his knee harder against her, rolling it at a slow, steady rhythm. The fabric of his trousers felt indescribably satisfying against her soaked and needy core.

As her hips lifted from the soft bed beneath them both, Ominis tugged upwards at MC's dress. He dragged it up her body, delighting in her little moans and giggles as the fabric brushed over her skin. Ominis hungrily pressed his mouth to her naked skin as he pushed the clothing away, letting his warm breath fan out across her stomach, then her hip, then up her side to her ribs.

"All mine," Ominis breathed as the minuscule dress bunched under MC’s arms. "Every inch of your beautiful body is mine to do with as I please."

MC whimpered and rutted against Ominis' knee again. He began his descent back down her body, planting small kisses as he went, as if to remind her in case she ever forgot what they felt and sounded like.

Suddenly, the world around MC began to melt to nothingness, and she became disappointingly aware of the fact she had been dreaming.

"Good morning," Ominis murmured. His lips scarcely left her legs as he warmly greeted MC.

MC blinked the sleep from her eyes and became aware of Ominis kissing up and down her thighs, separated from her skin by only her single layer of undergarments. She had been lying on her back, and Ominis had been overcome by his affection for her; he gently held her knees up with each hand as he kissed up and down each soft limb. She tried to move but found herself tangled in robes and blankets—and Ominis—on a large, overstuffed couch. Surrendering to the bind of clothing and her sweetheart, she let a smile curl her lips upwards as she enjoyed the affection Ominis heaped upon her. She began to recall details of falling asleep on his warm chest in the Room of Requirement the night previous.

MC had been trying to remember if they had been studying or had simply found a quiet place to mutter sweet nothings and hold each other tight when she felt the brush of her undergarments against her thighs. She looked down at Ominis who was dragging warm, heavy kisses down her thighs. She reached out to lovingly stroke at one of his hands beneath her knees and take in the sight of him.

Ever the prim young gentleman, Ominis had likely been up for some time and had already combed his hair back in place. He was wearing a smart vest and slender trousers—the kind of trousers that easily betrayed his desires when he was in the company of his young lady.

"Did you sleep well, my love? I heard you muttering. I do hope you were having pleasant dreams," Ominis said between kisses.

"I—yes," MC answered softly. A blush rose in her cheeks until she was sure even Ominis could detect the heat in her face.

"What did you dream in that pretty head of yours?" he mumbled into her leg.

"We... were married," MC shyly replied. Ominis paused, and MC glimpsed a sweet smile on his face as he imagined an entire lifetime together with MC. "We had the most beautiful, luxurious bed, and..."

"Yes?" Ominis urged as he resumed his affection. "Don't stop now—I enjoy where this is headed."

MC giggled and nudged at his shoulder playfully. "It was a warm summer night. I could hear crickets. You were wearing such a handsome shirt and pair of trousers. And you had just begun to take a tiny dress off of me."

Ominis groaned. His kisses had stopped entirely, and he was enraptured by her words. "Exactly how tiny?"

MC took one of Ominis' hands from her knee and guided it up to the side of her hip where her uniform skirt hugged her figure, wrinkled from a night of being curled up on a couch in Ominis’ arms. Ominis' hand skated to her front, and he imagined how truly little the dress had covered.

Ominis sighed sharply. "Dear Merlin—if such a dress exists, I need you in it.”

MC smiled and cupped his jaw in her hand. “Perhaps someday I’ll just have to wear such a thing for you.”

Ominis resumed kissing MC with renewed enthusiasm. “Then I greatly anticipate the day... just one more reason why I cannot wait to be done with school next month so I may make you my wife.”

MC sighed blissfully and leaned back into the cushions supporting her head. “We’ve been waiting for two years, yet it feels like a lifetime. I can’t wait to have our own house where I may come home every evening to fall into your arms and make the sweetest of love.”

MC quietly gasped as Ominis nipped at the inside of her thigh. He smiled with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Then we had better start practicing, hadn’t we?”

Ominis reached up to the waist of MC's skirt to grip it lightly. His question was silent, but clear.

MC beamed, squeezing his hand affirmatively. “You’ll take any excuse to get me out of my clothes, won't you?”

Ominis chuckled and slid her skirt and undergarments over her hips. “Only because you’re irresistibly beautiful.”

The fabric tickled her skin delightfully as Ominis teasingly slid her clothing down her thighs and finally dragged them along her shins until he gracefully pulled them off completely and tossed them to the floor.

MC could feel she had been aroused for far longer than she had been awake. Arousal was dripping from her core. Ominis noticed it too as he ran the backs of his fingers up between her legs and leaned down to her ear.

“You’re so pretty, my little hummingbird,” Ominis whispered. “And so eager, too. You’re practically dripping, and we’ve only just begun.”

Ominis skated his free hand down the inside of her thigh until it came to rest over her warm core. MC gasped quietly.

Ominis leaned back and touched his lips to MC’s knee as softly as he could manage before dragging them down MC’s thigh. She groaned as his practiced lips trailed fiery need in their wake. By stark contrast, each soft exhale was like delicate snowfall over her skin. She moaned Ominis’ name as his mouth wandered closer to the base of her thigh.

In his typical mischievous fashion, Ominis diverted himself and began kissing up her abdomen. Her hips bucked once as she moaned. Merlin, this boy knew what he was doing and exactly how to make her wait for what she wanted.

Ominis chuckled and ran the tip of his tongue up to her stomach. MC’s chest flared violently, and she gripped his hair in a fist.

“So soft and sweet,” Ominis murmured into her skin. “And so sensitive.”

On cue, goosebumps rolled over MC’s body, and she began quietly panting. Ominis only chuckled and gave her a teasing smile.

“Where is it that you want my lips, my beautiful little hummingbird?” he asked liltingly against her skin. “Wherever you desire is where I shall put them—all I ask for in return is your most sordid little noises.”

“I want you between my legs,” MC gasped. “I promise I’ll be good, Ominis, please.”

Ominis appeared satisfied and trailed more slow and tender kisses back down her abdomen. He smiled against her smooth skin as he finally delved between her legs. His lips softly touched her entrance: one of his favorite secret little places to which only he and MC were allowed. He flicked his tongue once and heard MC whisper his name and grip his hair tighter. He rose back up with her arousal on his lips and made a show of hungrily licking them. MC would have kissed him if she were close enough.

“Louder,” Ominis smirked as his head dipped again. He kissed her core over and over and gently nibbled at her. MC moaned again and felt her face light up a bright red.

Ominis smiled and gently spread her further with his thumbs. His kisses grew louder as he worshipped her soaked core. His tongue coyly snaked out and probed for any spot that made her gasp as he lapped at her arousal.

“So beautiful,” Ominis mumbled. “I wonder how I’ll make you cum this time…”

MC whimpered. The sound reverberated in sync with her hips rolling up into Ominis’ mouth. She gently placed a hand over her mouth in embarrassment.

“Such a good, obedient girl,” Ominis crooned. “Just like that. Let me hear how aroused you really are by my tongue.”

Ominis explored and prodded at everything he could reach, all while MC gasped and whimpered, gripping his hair to keep him firmly in place. The soft, warm tip of his tongue stroked up to the left of her eager clit, over the top and down the right side before closing his lips over the needle little organ and gently sucking. MC nearly screamed his name as she begged him for release. He couldn’t help but flick at her with his tongue as he did, and MC cried out loudly enough for her voice to ring in their ears for a moment afterwards. MC whimpered in embarrassment, but Ominis felt around for her hand and squeezed it reassuringly as he released a moan of his own. Her arousal dripped down onto the blankets underneath her.

Ominis pulled his lips away and licked them. “Like a beautiful little rose bud,” he murmured. “You taste incredible.”

“Ominis, I—oh, please don’t stop,” MC panted.

The young couple had been treating each other to this kind of affection for months now, yet each time Ominis had his head between her legs, it felt like the first time all over again.

The flat of Ominis' tongue massaged her in large, smooth circles that made MC buck her hips. She whimpered and tangled her fingers in his hair.

Ominis’ tongue stopped, and he began to speak with his lips still pressed to her.

“So what will it be, darling? Shall I tease your cute little clit, massaging you until you’re begging me for permission to cum, or shall I give you my fingers and let you desperately fuck my hand like the good little slut you are?”

“Anything,” MC panted, heavily distracted. “Just make me cum—please.”

Ominis gave a thoughtful smile. “Perhaps you’ve earned both. You’ve been so good for me, telling me all about your dirty little dream, making me want you in that tiny dress and making all sorts of beautiful noises.”

Before MC could respond, Ominis leaned down and took tiny licks of her clit as if he were tasting the sweetest candy. Each little stroke pulled another tiny whimper from MC. Her entire body twitched slightly as she felt her slowly approaching climax. Ominis’ fingers pushed their way inside her and began pumping. MC arched her back and nearly shouted.

The wet sound of his fingers excited him, and a deeply intense expression clouded his face.

“I want you to look at me,” Ominis growled. “Look at how eagerly you spread your legs for me and me alone, my tongue on your pretty little cunt as you take my fingers inside you. I want you to remember this so you’ll always know what your pretty moans and the intoxicating taste of your arousal do to me... you would do well to remember who your perfect clit and delicious arousal belong to.”

MC was panting as Ominis took another languid stroke up her core and pumped his fingers deeper into her. She felt her abdomen begin to coil tightly, and her grip on his hair tightened as moans once again escaped her lips and echoed off the walls of the Room of Requirement.

“Ominis, please—" she gasped.

“Cum for me, darling,” Ominis purred seductively. “Be a good girl, now, and clench around my fingers.”

MC was no match for Ominis’ honeyed words and the curling of his fingers inside her, and her back arched again as she crescendoed into wave after wave of pure pleasure.

“Oh, yes—Ominis, oh—don’t stop…” she gasped. Ominis growled deeply, stubbornly holding pressure on her clit and against her walls until she slowly came back down.

Finally, after what felt like a blissful eternity, MC's breaths slowed as her euphoria came to a satisfying end. Ominis withdrew his fingers and licked them clean, taking care to make a show of how much he loved the taste. MC felt a pleasant tingling deep inside her as she watched him, her body reluctant to fully come down from orgasm.

In her hazy afterglow, MC gently pulled at Ominis' clothes, and he slid up to rest his entire weight upon her. Small waves of residual pleasure coursed through her veins as she stroked Ominis' hair while he laid his head on her chest.

"Is my little hummingbird's appetite finally quelled?" Ominis teased.

"For now," MC sighed, allowing her eyes to slide shut. "I think we need to sleep here more often if this is how we start our morning."

Ominis chuckled and slowly pushed himself to a sitting position. MC pouted for a moment at losing her source of warmth and love until she caught the sound of rustling clothing. She looked down at Ominis again to find he was undoing the front of his trousers. MC could already see part of his hardened manhood trying to break free of its confines.

MC raised her eyebrows in interest. "Well, hello there," she murmured as she sat up and reached forward to affectionately stroke Ominis’ beautiful cock with the backs of her fingers. “It seems you need some attention, too.”

Ominis sighed blissfully at her touch. He allowed himself to be guided down onto his back by MC and practically melted as her fingers delicately wrapped around his length.

“Wait…” Ominis suddenly said as his hand reached out to gently touch MC’s. “Do you need anything before we continue? Breakfast? Some water? You only woke up a short time ago.”

MC smiled and pressed a small kiss to Ominis’ tip. He groaned and nearly forgot what he had just said.

“I can wait,” she replied playfully.

“It might be a while,” Ominis muttered with his own smirk.

“I don’t mind—something tells me I’ll get to have an appetizer before we head down for breakfast together,” MC said with a mischievous smile.

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis x mc #hogwarts legacy smut #ominis gaunt smut #Isabel Greymoore

261 notes · View notes

damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog · 11 months

Text

Moonlight

AO3 Link

Ominis and MC go for a nighttime walk, and quite literally stumble into the perfect little clearing.

Ominis x fem!MC

NSFW—sexual content

Fluff that devolves into rough al fresco sex. Not much more to say about this one, there's teasing and good old-fashioned rough sex. These two love branching out into new and creative ways to fuck lol

Word count: 2,971

A/N: For @callmehopeless :) @sebastian-and-ominis-share-me requested a tag too. As always, MC and Ominis remain my excuse to indulge in writing disgustingly sweet, idealized married life, and I will never apologize for it because my! 👏 boy! 👏 Ominis! 👏 deserves! 👏 it! 👏

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Night walks were always Ominis' favorite. His blindness made walks enjoyable at any time, but under the soft cover of night, he felt more protected from the prying eyes of those who sought to invade his precious few moments of peace. Perhaps it was a holdover from his days growing up in the shadow of the Gaunt family, or perhaps he would have enjoyed it regardless of his circumstances. It mattered very little, especially when he could take these walks with MC.

MC shared his love of nighttime outings, and had begun the habit when she was just a student. She would wake from vivid, unspeakable nightmares of Victor Rookwood and his poachers that left her entire body shivering and drenched in a terrified sweat. She would throw on her cloak (or Ominis', if she had borrowed it from him for the night) and stride into darkness that blanketed the castle grounds until her trembling fingers slowed and sleep once again tugged at her eyes.

They had found each other late one spring night, aimlessly wandering the castle, and decided then and there that, should one of them not be able to sleep, they would find the other and walk together until they were too exhausted and would drift off in the protection of each other’s arms in the Undercroft or the Room of Requirement.

The pair had decided on this particular summer night that a stroll at midnight was exactly what they both needed after they had spent all day hiding away from the punishing sun. Poor Ominis always looked as if his delicate paper doll skin might catch alight in the harsh rays, and MC could not stand the lethargy that threatened to pull her to the floor upon which she stood. The muggle neighbors who surrounded their peaceful country house were asleep at this hour, and Ominis would be free to navigate using his wand without fear of being seen by non-magical folk. The bright moon taking flight overhead would be their sole witness as the couple reveled in a world that belonged only to them.

The night air was intoxicatingly sweet, the smell of honeysuckle and roses floating on a breeze's soft sigh from someone's nearby garden. The pair walked hand in hand as if they were adolescents again, whispers of their love for one another on their lips as if they were afraid professors and other students might hear them.

On a whim, MC decided to wander off the road and explore the woods as the two had often done in the Forbidden Forest. MC and Ominis did not care that they might be considered too old to find joy in meandering through leaves and dirt, over fallen branches and through the scrub; they had both always felt at home in the frowned-upon and the impermissible.

Ominis, with his wand as his guide, deftly navigated every obstacle—far more easily than MC who had to rely on her imperfect nighttime vision. He crept up behind her and startled her so badly when he caught her in his arms that she shrieked and slapped his chest with a laugh. She struggled for a moment to break free of his grasp, and he tutted at her.

"Wherever do you think you're flitting off to now, my little hummingbird?" He leaned down to steal a kiss, drawing a luxurious sigh from her lips as he pulled away. "Certainly it's too dark for such a lovely little creature to be out here all alone."

He released her, and she skipped a few steps away before turning to smile at him. "You’ll have to be quicker than that if you want to ensnare me, my pretty serpent." With that, she was off through the forest, her floor-length skirt fanning out and Ominis not far behind, their mirth carrying over the trees as they leapt and ran on wings of night.

MC did her best to outrun him, but Ominis was still faster and stronger. She had made her way to a clearing dotted with wild daffodils when her husband seized her. He finally lost his footing in the excitement of his successful hunt, and the two tumbled into the long grass. MC was stunned and, for one dreadful moment, Ominis feared he had hurt her. Instead, she gasped and began laughing again. Ominis heaved a sigh and lay on his back, listening to the pure happiness bubble up from her lips. Crickets droned lazily under her voice, and he could feel another cool breeze carrying the scent of the flowers all around them. As she caught her breath, she looked over to see his eyes blankly staring upwards, a smile dancing across his lips. He turned his head toward her, and his smile faded into longing that pulled in his throat. MC's eyes followed the little constellation of moles up his cheek to his deep, starry eyes that glinted moonlight like sharp diamonds. She knew that look. He was thinking—intently.

"You somehow look even more stunning than usual, Ominis," MC smiled, her fingers dancing along his hand that lay between them. "What is it that's on your mind?"

"You," he breathed almost instantly. "Here, in this heavenly night, just the two of us... it does things to a man to know his beautiful wife is so madly in love with him. Lying here in a field of sweet-smelling flowers and grasses next to you, I feel as if I’m fifteen again. It's exhilarating."

He rolled himself up and, supported by his arms, leaned over her. He slowly brought his face to hers, and she could see every detail she had long since memorized in his still-open eyes. He moved forward until he was so close that her own eyes, trained on him, fell out of focus. She felt an exhilaration whenever he did that, leaning in while his eyes tried their damndest to stare at her. He was like a cobra, ready to strike. Her eyes fluttered shut as she welcomed his attack upon her lips.

He desired to be closer to her still until he was pressing his weight down on her, feeling her sigh into his lips. His kisses gradually pushed deeper into her lips, and his voice slithered from his throat.

"I need you," he moaned, growing bolder with every passing second. "I need to be as close to you as possible..." His hips rolled fruitlessly against her in accord. MC gently pressed her leg between his, and his moan sent hot tingling through her ribs and spine.

"Ominis," MC could barely get in between his kisses. "Are you sure you won't mind the dirt? Would you not rather wait until we get back home where we have a soft bed and warm, clean sheets?"

"To hell with dirt," he growled, lips now drifting towards her neck and leaving pure fire in their wake. "We can always have a warm bath—together—if we so desire."

Ominis had already begun undoing the buttons on MC's blouse, his fingers flicking expertly over each one. He was getting fast, she thought, and she briefly pondered finding blouses and dresses with more buttons just to be cheeky with him. In a few short moments he had released her from her pretty little ruffled top, and MC placed it in a pile knew would only grow. He placed a hand on her sternum, expecting to feel the thin fabric of a chemise beneath his slender fingers. Instead, he felt bare skin and his eyes lit up in surprise.

"It was too hot to wear anything under my clothes today," MC whined. "And anyhow, I had a feeling you wouldn't mind too much."

Ominis hummed to show his agreement, and he got straight to work worshipping her skin. He gave slow, soft kisses along as much of her as he could reach, as if he had been starved of her affections for months. Her skin was perfectly smooth, save for her nipples that stood firm in the night air. MC moaned softly when Ominis pressed his lips around one to kiss and suck at it, his hand mindlessly kneading her other breast. Each flick of his tongue or tweak of his fingers dazed MC, her eyelids fighting a losing battle to stay open.

"How does it feel?" Ominis asked with a devilish smile.

MC tried to reply and only let out another moan as heat pooled in her core. She had never been sure how he managed it, sometimes driving her to orgasm from teasing her nipples alone, but oh how it was inebriating.

Her own hand slid up the back of his head and carded through his soft, blond hair, brushing off bits of dirt and undoing some of the pomade that had kept it immaculately brushed back all day. She looked down to see him slowly becoming more wild.

"That's it," she whispered. "Just like that. Oh, your tongue—"

Ominis growled wordlessly and hips rolled again, now with more force, and MC reached down to help Ominis out of his trousers and pants. His hand and mouth reluctantly moved away from teasing her, and he stood on his knees, one on each side of her hips, as he made a show of stripping off the bothersome garments.

How absolutely spectacular he looked, a furious blush blooming across his face as he did not even bother taking off his shirt. His erection was endlessly beautiful. MC had seen her husband fully naked hundreds of times, but it never grew less arousing to see him leaning over her, cock swinging lazily and dripping with need, just waiting for her.

She rose and pushed him to his back, straddling his hips. "If I'm going to be covered in dirt and dust, I think it's only fair that we do the same for you," she smirked.

Ominis glowered at her for just a moment, annoyed that he was no longer on top. All was forgiven, however, when MC held his wrists to the ground and, underneath her skirt, slid her dripping wet core up and down the underside of his now-throbbing erection. He made a noise somewhere between a massively pleasured moan and a deep, feral growl. She knew how this game was played, and she knew the prize that awaited her if she could build up enough steam inside him.

"Oh, you feel so much better than any part of my hands," she goaded as she savored every single millimeter of his cock that slid against her needy clit over and over. She could not believe her luck, that she—and nobody else in the world—got to witness his current expression as it betrayed nothing short of pure lust. His chest rose and fell, impassioned as his eyebrows knitted together and, before he could catch himself, he hissed his need in parseltongue. She had learned just enough from him to piece together that he desired to fuck her hard and deep, and her core practically flooded around him.

Ominis growled deeply again and, with as much gentleness as he could muster, lifted her as he sat up and laid her on her back. "I can't take it anymore," he groaned. He leaned down and whispered dangerously, so close to her ear that his breath felt blazing hot on her skin. "I will have you."

His shaking fingers fought against her skirt and won, unbuttoning it and pulling it off her completely. She felt vulnerable there on her back, absolutely nothing between her panting body and the forest around them, and for one brief moment she was almost frightened. Ominis shrugged off his shirt and leaned back over her, eclipsing her anxiety. He tried his best to be a good and dutiful husband, reaching his fingers down to tease her core and play with her clit, but she knew what he truly wanted and pulled his hand away for him. He tilted his head, and MC answered his silent question with a hand on the back of his hips, gently pushing him further towards her parted legs.

She offered a leg around his waist and her arms around his neck. She ran a finger along that little spot, just under his ear, that sent tendrils of chills up his spine. His eyes rolled shut, and in one swift motion he buried his aching cock to the hilt and her head swam, tears springing to her eyes. He leaned forward with urgency and kissed her face comfortingly, but she pushed her hips against him to urge him to start moving. He was more than happy to oblige.

He moved in and out of her with a surprisingly slow, gentle rhythm, but the look on his face said all she needed to know. Even as he had her scandalously pinned down in a field in the middle of the night, he was waiting for her to ask for more.

“Fuck me,” she growled, surprised at how agitated she sounded. “We make such soft and gentle love in the confines of our comfortable bed. So show me what you really wanted to do out here—why you were so impatient.”

She earned herself a forceful thrust that grated dirt and grass against her back, and she savored the light sting. She gripped his hair encouragingly. “Oh, fuck yes,” she groaned, and Ominis was lost completely in her body.

Each rough thrust echoed as an animalistic growl in his throat, and she craned her neck to kiss and suck at that throat. He held her arms down and listened to her slide across the earth each time he pounded into her. Each time he wound up, he left her feeling woefully empty—empty to the point that she wanted to beg for him. And each time he rammed back into her, her vision flared white and she wondered how much longer she could contain herself.

He could hear every contact of skin and succulent fluid, and he pressed himself closer to her until each thrust pushed against her clit and she moaned his name. He could tell she was holding back the inevitable to draw this out, and he wouldn’t allow it. Perhaps another night, but not tonight.

“Come for me,” he seductively hissed. "I want to hear your cries and feel you tighten around my cock. I want to feel your pretty little body writhing beneath me in the dirt and grass.” Goosebumps rolled violently over her skin and she threw her head back, a tiny glimmer of amusement in the back of her overloaded mind about how much dirt must be in her hair by now, and suddenly there was nothing in the world except the two of them and the searing pleasure that ripped through every fiber of muscle in her body over and over. She couldn’t control the scream that carried Ominis’ name, or her nails raking over his shoulders, or her walls that clenched unforgivingly around him. Her entire body pulsed and bucked, desperately needing his release like she needed air.

Ominis surrendered to his own orgasm as she pulsed and milked his cock relentlessly. He matched her voice with her name and dug his perfectly trimmed nails into the soft flesh of her arms. With each sublime thrust, he whined and emptied himself deep inside her until he had nothing left, and he was left desperately out of breath as the rest of the world came rushing back to their ears. Save their panting, the only sounds were of crickets and a soft breeze that soughed through the trees and grass. MC's vision returned and she saw Ominis above her, mouth hanging slightly open and eyes lidded even heavier than normal. If only he knew just how beautiful he was, she mused as she reached a comforting hand up to the side of his face.

Ominis began to pull out, but MC whined and placed her other hand on the small of his back to stop him. He chuckled and pressed a delicate kiss to her collarbone. Ominis had become his typical sweet self again, and he smiled at her.

“Are you feeling better?” she breathed, tucking a rebellious strand of hair behind his ear and watching it fall out again.

“Merlin, that was good,” he groaned. “You’re always so lovely for indulging me like this.”

“Indulging you?” she laughed. "I should think this was quite mutual."

Ominis kissed her again. “You are a far better wife than I could ever hope to deserve.”

“And you, my beguiling serpent, are a perfect husband.” She punctuated her reply with a small tap on the end of his nose, causing him to flinch slightly and laugh.

MC finally relented and let Ominis go. He pulled out of her and she relished in the feeling of some of his seed spilling from her. She gingerly sat up on her legs and, with her husband’s help, tried to brush the dirt from her back. She felt long, loose strands of her hair escaping from her bun. Sighing, she pulled out the myriad of pins and combs and let it fall in a halo around her. Ominis combed his fingers through her long hair and couldn’t help but pull her into another loving embrace. “You’re just like a little nymph,” he hummed in amusement. “As much as I wish we could stay here so that I may admire your divine beauty, however, perhaps we ought to get you home so we may both have a bath.”

“Yes please,” she giggled as she leaned against his bare chest, the remnants of his cologne, the grass around them, and the perfect scent of lovemaking radiating headily from his skin. “Perhaps just a few minutes more like this, though?”

Ominis kissed her head in agreement. He suspected they would be taking many more night walks after this.

#OH GOD I completely forgot to mention that there are like two very stupid references that I wrote into this for my own amusement lmao #one is to Harry Potter and the other is unrelated to anything HP at all 😭😭😭#if anyone finds them I will be so completely impressed and flabbergasted #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis x mc #ominis gaunt fanfiction #ominis gaunt fluff #ominis gaunt smut #ominis smut #Isabel Greymoore

438 notes · View notes

damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog · 6 months

Text

Tradition

AO3 Link

MC is having a bad day. Ominis reveals a fantasy of his to help her feel better.

Ominis x fem!MC

NSFW—sexual content

A Kinktober exploration of the breeding kink we all know Ominis has lol

Word count: 3,645

A/N: my birthday was at the beginning of the month and it sucked. This mess of a fic is my self-indulgent gift to myself. It doesn't follow my MC's timeline too strictly, buuuuuut I kinda don't care. :)

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

MC had spent the entire day feeling quite put out. Many girls her age adored their birthdays, indulging in celebratory meals and gifts while spending the day with their closest friends and family. MC, however, could not wait for the day to be over. Newly eighteen years old, she already wished to be fifteen again. Although her friends had attempted to ply her with special treats from Honeyduke’s, and her father had even sent an owl with pastries from her favorite little shop back home, nothing seemed to improve her dismal mood.

“Not enthusiastic about getting old, are you, granny?”

MC looked up from her dinner and glowered at Sebastian Sallow from across the table. He sat, amused at himself, with an arm around the pretty Slytherin girl he had been seeing for a few months. She was a warm and friendly girl, and MC appreciated how much Sebastian brightened up when she was around to joke with him and demurely kiss his cheek at every opportunity while he beamed like he had just won the Daily Prophet Grand Prize Galleon Draw. The only disadvantage was the fact that he became insufferably cocky while trying to impress her with his wit and humor around his other friends.

“Sebastian!” she giggled, giving a sympathetic smile to MC and gently elbowing Sebastian in the ribs.

“You act as if you won’t be eighteen yourself next month.” MC rolled her eyes.

Sebastian leaned back, a hand over his heart in mock offense at both MC and his own sweetheart. MC felt a growing urge to slap the smirk off his face and was calculating how likely his young lady was to help her.

“You wound me, madam. Though I suppose I shouldn’t tease you…”

MC’s eyebrows raised at his sudden turn of face, and Sebastian leaned closer.

“…after all, one shouldn’t disrespect one’s elders.”

A few giggles sounded up and down the table and MC narrowed her eyes at Sebastian, who was now flourishing with his hand in thanks at the others.

“Don’t mind him, MC,” Ominis hummed from beside her. “You know how children are.” He turned to flash a taunting smile at Sebastian.

The giggles turned to “oohs” and amused, wide-eyed smiles as the others looked between the two friends. An irritated frown twitched across Sebastian’s face, almost too quick to perceive.

“Jealous, Ominis? Did you not receive enough grief a few weeks ago at your own birthday?”

Ominis sighed and ran a hand down his face. “MC, would you care to accompany me elsewhere? Somewhere away from Sebastian’s tittering, preferably.”

“You two love me,” Sebastian purred, resting an elbow on the table and cocking an eyebrow at the pair as they stood and Ominis offered his arm to MC. “Tell your grandchildren hello for me.”

The moment MC and Ominis closed the door to the Room of Requirement behind them, MC pulled a large divan from the edge of the room and flopped face-first on it with an exasperated sigh, letting her wand clatter to the floor and her shoes follow soon after.

Ominis perched himself delicately next to her head and reached down to run his fingers through her hair with a smile. “You really shouldn’t let Sebastian get to you, MC. You know he loves to get a rise out of anybody, but us especially.”

“He knows I’ve been dreading this day for weeks,” MC grumbled into a throw pillow. “Can he not be… Sebastian for just one day?”

“Something tells me Sebastian is not at the root of the problem.” Ominis leaned down to kiss her, burying his nose in her soft, floral-scented hair. Merlin, she smelled lovely, he thought.

“You’d have a very promising career as a legilimens, you know,” MC mumbled. When Ominis made no noise except a small laugh, she continued. "I detest getting older. Every year I feel worse. We've almost finished our schooling and I don't know what to do when we leave."

"Is it not obvious?" Ominis replied in a soft tone, reaching down to hold her hand while stroking her hair.

"Are you meaning I should become a dark witch in service of the memory of Salazar Slytherin: a man who has been dead for hundreds of years but would be more than pleased that a small cult of a family is worshipping everything about him? I'm sure my father would be delighted to give me away to the House of Gaunt," MC smiled wryly.

Ominis snorted and leaned down to kiss MC's head once again. His mind was flooded with gratifying thoughts. He drew a deep breath, wondering if his next words would be a good or very stupid decision. "Would you believe I've... thought about that?"

MC froze in alarm. "You didn't think I was being serious, did y—"

Ominis quickly sat up and tried to edge away. His face bloomed a bright red and turned downward, a hand clapping to the back of his neck. "I—no, I apologize, I didn't mean it like that, I... I'm sorry, I was insensitive. Please—forget I said anything."

MC rose to sit next to him and touched his arm. "What did you mean, then?"

Ominis bit his lower lip in apprehension, and she was thankful he couldn't see the smirk that spread across her face as realization dawned upon her.

When Ominis continued to hesitate, MC drew him into her arms and snaked her hand underneath his robe and blazer, his vest and button-down shirt the only things between her short nails and his skin as she made soothing little scratches across his back. "I have a feeling that whatever you say won't upset me," she murmured next to his ear.

Ominis groaned softly and leaned into MC's embrace. The calming smell of her hair swirled dizzyingly in his head once again, and he slowly took hold of her in his arms. MC felt Ominis' shoulders tense, and she kissed his neck to put him at ease. "Tell me all about it," she whispered. "Don't leave a single detail out."

Ominis sighed again. "Traditional pureblood marriage—the kind in which my family participates—is not about love in the slightest. It is... a transaction. The rituals can be confusing and unnatural... and yet I sometimes think about an impossible future in which we follow those ancient standards—I do want it perfectly clear that I love you too much to put you through that in reality, it’s just—it is difficult to explain, I—”

Ominis began to spiral into apologies, expressions of self-doubt and utter confusion at his own feelings until MC stopped him. She traced her fingers down the back of his neck and whispered. "Tell me more."

Ominis gripped her cloak and melted into her. "As you wish, love, but please—tell me to stop the moment you feel uneasy… It often starts with a gift of sorts. It's how a traditional pureblood witch or wizard stakes their claim on someone. Usually, it is an heirloom or an expensive trinket, and it's enchanted to not come off unless the gifter wills it... much like this."

Ominis leaned back and produced a tiny box wrapped neatly in dark green paper and a black ribbon from his robe. He shyly handed it to MC. “This was given to me by my father the day I left for Hogwarts. I was instructed to keep it with me. I remember being confused about why he was giving it to me—he never gave anything to me. I suppose he wanted me to be prepared... I recently found it again in the bottom of a drawer and thought you might like to see it.”

Inside was a little pewter ring in the shape of a snake. A bright green emerald was secured in its open mouth by two sharp fangs. MC lifted the ring from the box and held it up in the light, mesmerized by the glinting emerald and shiny scales.

"Put it on me," MC murmured with a small smile.

"W-what?" Ominis breathed.

MC took Ominis' hand, set the ring on his fingertips and held out her left hand, brushing her fingers against his. MC leaned forward until she could feel the heat radiating from Ominis' face. "You can take it off my finger at any point, correct? What's the harm?"

Ominis swallowed thickly and held up her hand, thumb running over each little bone to find her ring finger. He whispered in Parseltongue as he slipped the ring on, and the snake tightened around MC's finger. She gasped in wonder as she tried to pry it off to no avail. Looking up at Ominis, remorse scrawled across his face, she draped her arms over his shoulders and nipped at his ear. "What do you do with me from here in your fantasies, Ominis Gaunt?"

Ominis shuddered and buried his face in her neck, his parted lips sending wave after wave of warm air tickling across her clavicle.

"There is no courting period in this situation, so it's straight to the marriage ceremony. It's more like a formal trade for business than anything else. You would be expected to produce an heir for me as soon as possible to demonstrate your commitment to blood status, too, and that would begin on the night of the wedding. Most couples enter their marriage beds equipped with the knowledge of charms and draughts to... ease the process. But some couples supposedly begin that effort long before the ceremony.”

MC giggled softly and ran a finger down the side of his neck. "I can appreciate the enthusiasm."

Ominis released a shaky sigh he had been holding behind his lips. Her touch on his neck was intoxicating. He pushed further into MC's arms and whimpered quietly, straining to regain his dignity and self-control.

“I'm glad I am not the first witch who wanted her future husband to have his way with her,” MC whispered mischievously. "What will you do with me, now?"

Ominis seemed to be calculating his next words, and he held her tighter as he rested his chin on her shoulder.

“Were I marrying into your family, you would have all the control. But since my beautiful little hummingbird insists on taking my name, I would decide everything… you could ask for something, but I would ultimately make the decision whether I allowed your wishes or not…” Ominis trailed off solemnly.

“In that case, may I ask that you kiss me?” MC whispered. She trailed a fingertip down the side of his neck again and watched his eyes all but roll back as his delicate lips parted.

"I'll allow it." Ominis gave a cheeky little smile and pushed MC onto her back, forcefully pressing his lips to hers. When MC draped a small leg around his, Ominis growled, wrapped an arm underneath her back and pulled her up closer to him. MC squeaked and delicately rested her hands on his shoulders as his tongue glided over her lower lip. MC grabbed a handful of the soft blond hair on the back of his head. His lips were irresistibly warm and soft, pressing to hers as he ached to be closer, still. MC smiled when she tried to gently pull him back by his hair to give herself enough time to murmur sweet nothings, and he instead doubled down. He pressed more of his weight upon her to keep her in place while he bit at her lower lip and softly moaned. He always had been stubborn, and MC adored it.

His hands skated across her chest until they found the little buttons at the front of her blouse. When he drew the ribbon around her neck out of its bow and unclasped the first button, MC groaned his name between kisses with a deep need he had never heard before.

Ominis mumbled, smiling, against her lips as he gently shifted. “Someone is having thoughts that are most indecent.”

MC’s fingers danced next to his to feel the next button come undone, but he quickly grabbed her hands and broke their kiss.

“Now, now, my little hummingbird, don’t be impatient. Who was it that gave you that lovely ring?”

When he released her hands, MC merely whimpered and tried again to make Ominis move faster as the delicious ache in her abdomen flared. With a growl, Ominis easily took her two wrists in just one of his hands and pinned them above her head. Her chest flared up, trying desperately to reach his.

“I won’t ask again, little hummingbird—you wanted to be a Gaunt, didn’t you?”

MC nodded and hummed affirmatively, wriggling where she could to feel any friction at all between the two of them.

“Good, then be patient, love. I’ll make you into a Gaunt the proper way.”

Ominis’ lips returned to hers with renewed vigor as he roughly undid the rest of the buttons on MC’s blouse and pushed it open. A small, airy chemise greeted him from beneath, and Ominis moved down to kiss each little chest bone his lips felt, losing himself in the powdery scent of her soft skin. Merlin, every inch of MC smelled perfect. Kissing her was the easiest thing Ominis ever did.

MC whimpered Ominis’ name again, and he rolled his hips into hers. MC felt his hardened length as it pushed deliciously against her waist, and heat flooded her core. She nudged at his hips to give herself enough room to unfasten the buttons on her skirt and push it away. Her hands brushed against Ominis’ hip and he groaned desperately.

Ominis was nipping at the chemise when MC lifted her hips and began to pull it up. Feeling and hearing the little bit of fabric move, Ominis sat up, straddled her legs flat against the couch and pushed her hands away. She could not fight against his weight, only making her whimper louder and grab hungrily at his blazer.

“Let me undress you,” he murmured. He leaned forward until his breath rushed past MC’s ear and his lips brushed sensually against the shell of her ear. “After all, since you put on that little ring, you belong to me now.”

MC had no idea how she was going to last more than five seconds whenever he finally decided he would take her.

Ominis slowly pushed the chemise up and felt every inch of her skin as he revealed it. MC whined and tried to make him move faster, but his hands were unyielding. When it was finally bunched up around her chest, MC lifted her arms above her head and allowed Ominis to push it off over her head and toss it to the floor in a heap with her other clothing.

MC needed Ominis even closer to her, but her body would not obey. She reached up to pull him closer, and her fingers simply grabbed at his vest and she mewled pathetically.

Ominis smiled at her attempt and brushed it off. His hands wandered down between her legs. He could feel her lovely, smooth skin, and his throat went dry. He drew slow circles with his right palm and listened to MC whimper while her back arched. Every little movement against her overstimulated clit made her gasp and moan.

“Tell me I’m yours,” she gasped, trying to hold her orgasm back as Ominis’ hand continued its heavenly massage.

“Your clit is so sensitive and eager just for me… Your perfect little body is all mine,” he growled. “You’ll be begging for me to fill you as I have have my way with you. More than any ring or ceremony, I would finally have what was rightfully mine once you pleased my cock over and over and took my seed deep inside you.”

Ominis undid his trousers and pushed his clothing aside just enough to let his aching erection swing free. MC reached down to stroke him the way he always loved, and she was surprised when he pushed her hand away.

“You know I would normally adore your attention, darling,” Ominis breathed. “But you have an obligation to me right now: you are supposed to give me an heir.”

He gently found her knees and pushed them further apart, breathing in the sweet scent of her arousal. Ominis took hold of his erection, beautiful and long, and guided himself to MC’s entrance. She saw his little pink tip dripping eagerly. He teasingly stroked up and down her core, paying special attention to her clit.

“Do you feel that? My cock is longing to be inside you and fill you. And I’ll keep filling you until I’ve impregnated you and truly claimed you as my own. As you grow, I’ll get to show you off, and everyone else will know what I did to you… and that you belong to me.”

MC wrapped her arms over his shoulders and moaned intensely, and Ominis smirked. “I’m going to hold you down and bury myself inside you. And I won’t stop until I’m coming deep inside you where you so desperately want me.”

“Yes, please,” MC gasped and attempted to push him inside her with a small hand on his back. Her entire body ached at seeing her prize so close. Damn him for his teasing at a moment like this.

Ominis slid his shaft up and down, grinding himself against her to hear her whines as she fought against her climax. With a sudden thrust, Ominis pushed himself inside MC and buried himself as deep as he could. MC groaned and raked her nails across his back.

“That’s a good girl,” Ominis crooned, reaching up to grab MC’s hair, pull her closer and kiss her slowly. “Take me all at once, just like that. I know you can do it.”

The stretch was almost overwhelming. MC could feel Ominis twitching inside her, begging to move, and her mind fogged over. Every little murmur and touch Ominis inflicted upon her was better than the last.

“So good, I- oh, Ominis—” MC mumbled incoherently.

“Hm, you’re even more desperate for my cock than I realized. I had no idea you were so eager to bear my children.”

Ominis fell into a steady rhythm, and his hands glided over her skin until they came to rest at her soft breasts. He squeezed once and chuckled. “How incredible you’ll feel when you’re swollen with a baby.”

Ominis leaned forward, still pushed deep into MC, and slowly kissed her nipples, dragging his lips over the tiny mounds while she gasped. The overwhelming tingling sensation his tongue created as it flicked and rubbed over each nipple left MC even more needful and whining near-nonsense.

“Hm, I would scarcely be able to leave your gorgeous breasts alone as they grew. I would want to taste your sweet milk, too… I don’t think you would mind.” Ominis took a nipple in his mouth and sucked at it. MC saw stars as she arched her back. She moaned loudly and tried to thrust her hips, but he held her down with a sly smile. Ominis reached down between their hips and gently massaged her with a thumb.

“Come for me. Make it a pretty little orgasm with your soft gasps and whimpers, and I’ll let you milk my cock until I’ve fucked a baby into you.”

The pleasure being stoked in MC’s core suddenly caught alight and erupted through every part of her body. Each deep thrust and growl from Ominis sent a new set of waves over her skin. For one blissful moment, she wondered if she would never come down from the feeling.

Through the haze, she felt Ominis’ warm seed pumping relentlessly into her and his snarls as he lost all his rhythm and thought only of chasing his orgasm. He held her down by her hips and drove himself deep into her, careful to bury himself all the way to the hilt to give her every last drop.

As MC’s climax faded and she caught her breath, she opened her eyes to see Ominis’ beautiful figure panting and about to collapse onto her. He slowly pulled out with a sound that made him smugly satisfied in his work.

“I never would have guessed you had such a devious imagination,” MC smirked as she ran her fingers down Ominis’ puffed chest. “I’m impressed.”

Ominis hummed with a smile and settled down atop her, resting on his elbows to better give her sweet little kisses across her face.

“Well, I do hope I can someday give you a baby. But I would much rather do it for love than blood status.”

“Are you proposing to me?” MC teased.

Ominis blushed a deep crimson, and his next kiss hesitated. “Would that offend you?” he quietly asked.

“Considering you’ve already given me a ring, and you’ve just confessed your wishes for us, I would certainly not object,” MC replied just as softly, lacing her fingers behind his neck.

Ominis chuckled with relief as his blush eased. “At least give me the opportunity to propose to you properly, then. As beautiful as you are in your current state, this is hardly the way I had imagined asking you to marry me.”

“Another thing you’ve imagined before? I wouldn’t mind hearing about this, either,” MC replied as she leaned up to tenderly kiss Ominis.

Ominis smiled against her lips. “Is one fantasy not enough for you? I was hoping to surprise you.”

“Fair enough,” MC hummed. She leaned back and closed her eyes, gently pulling Ominis down with her as she stifled a yawn and closed her eyes. “Then I look forward to you finishing your proposal—whenever it may be.”

“As do I,” Ominis sighed. He wrapped his arms around MC and laid his head on her chest, closing his eyes and letting the steady tempo of her breathing lull him into blissful dreams of their future.

#this is all over the place tonally and uhh idc lol #hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #kinktober 2023 #ominis gaunt smut #Isabel Greymoore

214 notes · View notes

damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog · 6 months

Text

Making Amends

AO3 Link

Ominis and MC have an argument. Make-up sex follows, and Ominis unlocks a new kink.

Ominis x fem!MC

NSFW—sexual content

We always talk about how Ominis loves to take the lead and give praise in bed, but not nearly enough about how he definitely loves to receive it, too. :)

Word count: 5,998

A/N: You don’t wanna know how long this has been sitting in my drafts 😭

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Rays of golden morning sun shone through steam that rose languidly from the delicate teacup sitting before Ominis on the breakfast table. It was his third cup of coffee, and the side of his head remained propped up by his hand as the undertow of sleep threatened to pull him back down.

Ominis had risen from bed a few hours prior with immense reluctance. He had longed to stay hidden beneath the warm blankets, nestled beside MC, gently planting sleepy, affectionate kisses on her bare skin to wish her good morning. He had smiled against her sweet-smelling neck and had drawn her delicate hips against his own. With tenderness, he had raised her leg, supporting it beneath her knee, and drew her even closer. His hand had moved up her soft, warm thigh, eliciting joyful giggles from his wife as she had tangled her arms and legs around his own naked body. He had gently thrust against her once, and his breath had fluttered at the enticing pleasure it sparked. He had felt sorely tempted to make love to her right then and there; it had been so long since they had been given the opportunity, and he wished dearly to abandon the rest of the day for the sake of making her moan his name. But the outside world called, and he had work to which he needed to attend.

Ominis had dressed in a neatly-pressed, white button-down shirt under a handsome dark gray vest and matching trousers, and as he languished there in the sunlight next to his coffee, his flawlessly coiffed flaxen hair put the morning rays outside to shame. The sun struck his sightless, icy blue eyes and made them positively glow. His pale skin felt warm under the sun’s touch, and it only lulled him further.

Ominis had not so much as touched the Daily Prophet or Daily Telegraph sitting next to him on the table where MC always left them for him to peruse. He had partly started in on his breakfast when he abandoned his silverware to listen to his beloved wife sluggishly make her way to the table to join him.

"Still utterly exhausted, I see." MC couldn't help but feel a rush of affection as she gazed at her drowsy husband. She moved to take a seat across from him at their little breakfast table, planting a kiss on his head as she passed. Ominis gave an affirmative hum and reached out to brush her with the back of his hand in lieu of making eye contact. He felt his favorite blouse of hers—the white one with the ruffles going down the front and the subtle little lace floral designs in the cuffs—and her pretty, black floor-length skirt with the white stripe running along the hem, which he loved to touch. His heart fluttered every time she wore that outfit; it always meant she was trying to cheer him up.

MC, too, wished to be back in bed with her husband. He was irresistibly handsome in his shirt and vest, but MC preferred him most when he was naked and thrusting into her with those adorable little grunts he made, or had his head between her thighs when he roughly pulled her to the edge of their bed. She had seen the mournful expression on his face when he had finally untangled himself from her and pushed off the covers to get ready for the day, and she ached to watch him leave their perfect nest in his saddened state. After he left, she lingered in bed long enough to slip her fingers between her legs and imagine what might have been. It had been better than nothing, but she was still left desperately needing her husband's touch and feeling, in her own words, quite empty.

MC eyed Ominis' plate and spread some preserves on a piece of toast for him, hoping she could encourage him to eat a bit more. His expression brightened by half a degree in interest at the sound of the toast being placed in front of him.

"Strawberry—your favorite," MC murmured cheerfully. Ominis' thanks was groggy, and he began to eat. He slowly blinked as he enjoyed the preserves and listened to MC with her own meal. She tried to suppress a few yawns that flared in her diaphragm, but knew Ominis could hear her deep inhales. He smiled and felt around for her forearm resting on the table, sweeping over it with his thumb in empathy.

"I'm going to hazard a guess that you haven't read either paper yet." MC shifted eagerly to stave off the sleep that was now threatening to overtake them both.

"Mmh... can't say I have much energy for reading at the moment, I’m afraid," Ominis mumbled through his toast. "Why? Is the Ministry going to have to obliviate more muggles for yet another escaped dugbog like last week?" he scoffed.

"Very funny," MC smiled wryly. She reached over to take both papers. "The Prophet is reporting the unexplained disappearance of another Dolohov last night... And the Telegraph's headline is about another mysterious explosion in the East End with one person unaccounted for."

Ominis groaned as he finished the last of his toast, sat back and slowly rubbed his face with his hands. "I wish the Ministry didn't allow them to print such hysterics... And that explosion was not my fault."

"Of course not," MC smirked. "But at least we get some recognition."

"The Ministry's protection of us is enough acknowledgement," Ominis reproached. "I don't like the attention of newspaper articles."

"I understand.” MC let out a sigh, a hint of frustration casting its shadow at his stubbornness. “It's just that even a simple 'thank you' would be appreciated. We risk life and limb so they don't have to admit they're officially involved in exterminating dark wizards. The Prophet at least recognizes it was a drawn-out conflict, and the Telegraph mentions all that blood," MC offered as she gently refolded the papers and placed them back at Ominis' side. "You'll never find a single official at the Ministry who would even acknowledge half that blood was mine after one of those blasted wizards struck me in the side. The Ministry is lucky you knew the right healing spells. They would be quite put out to learn they'd killed their only ancient magic user." MC rolled her eyes.

"Again: the ministry’s thanks is their continued upholding of our dangerous, off-the-record agreement with them,” Ominis reprimanded. “And it’s only a game for the papers. They don't know or care about us... about how completely terrified I was for you as you were nearly exsanguinated in front of me last night—you almost couldn't tell me what to do to help you. Those papers simply want to print something that will encourage people talking about a lurid affair that will be forgotten as soon as Spavin makes another joke in poor taste, or the Queen has another—what was it—diamond jubilee? I worry that it becomes a game for you, too, frankly. You speak of that wound as if it were nothing, and you seem to enjoy attention being drawn to us." Ominis felt some surprise at how harsh his tone sounded on his lips. In the depths of his exhaustion, his usual self control had slipped away, amplifying his frustration with each passing moment.

MC frowned at him. "I’m perfectly fine this morning. It was nothing a bit of your spellcasting and some dittany couldn’t fix. I’ve suffered much worse... And why should I not take this as a point of pride? It isn't as if anyone will ever know it was us. I fail to see the trouble with enjoying some harmless recognition."

"Need I remind you why we are even stuck in this arrangement in the first place? Have you forgotten that recognition is exactly the opposite reason for why we spend all night in the pouring rain and freezing snow, in the middle of desolate fields and London slums, risking our identities to muggles and being forced to employ abilities neither of us are particularly keen to have? Because I certainly remember all of that in the morning when I’ve only managed three or four hours of sleep and still have to maintain my waking life." Ominis was now standing, his eyes glinting sharply as he gesticulated and his voice bordered on a shout. “There is a good reason the Ministry only took us on as a personal favor after excessive convincing.”

"And how could I have forgotten any of that?" MC sat back in her chair, and her eyes narrowed. Tears stung at her eyes hearing his harsh voice, and she fiercely wiped at them. "Neither of us wanted our ancient magic or Parseltongue to be reduced to mere Ministry tools, but you're being paranoid of them finding us again. All I wanted was to find some glimmer of light in an otherwise horrible night that has left me just as exhausted."

Her words pierced Ominis’ heart.

"I’m paranoid? Of my family finding us?" Ominis laughed coldly. "The same people insane enough to use the cruciatus curse on their own son? The entire reason everyone at the Ministry was too frightened to protect us before I threatened them? The ones who have done their best to thwart that protection at every turn for the opportunity to torture my wife and do only Merlin knows what else to her before deigning to give both of us a slow and painful death… All because I dared marry an outsider instead of marrying one of my cousins for the ridiculous notion of preserving the blood of a founder of Hogwarts? Perhaps you ought to reconsider your words."

"And I suppose the Gaunts suddenly have the ability to divine what was our doing?” MC spat. “Be reasonable. Nobody will ever know it was us. The Ministry will tell Scotland Yard to report a faulty stove or a rogue lamp as the culprit last night and the world will move on. Really, I wish you would learn to enjoy the rare silver linings we are afforded instead of constantly worrying yourself to death."

"Be reasonable—I… I cannot continue this discussion right now," Ominis' eyes narrowed in her direction. "I'm getting a headache and I need to lie down. We can resume this later."

MC opened her mouth to object, but her better judgment finally stopped her before she could inflict damage yet again. She merely glared as she watched him pick up his wand and turn to leave, wiping again at tears that threatened to spill over. The moment the door closed behind him, MC felt her heart sink. She sighed as regret crept into her mind, sinking its sharp claws into her thoughts.

Ominis lay on his back on the bed. His hand was draped over his face in frustration as he tried, and failed, to sleep. He had been up until three o'clock in the morning and could not bear the thought of working now. His head had already been aching from the lack of sleep, but it was only getting worse the longer he felt the stress of his argument with MC. Her accusation of paranoia had cut him deeply, yet despite his best efforts, he felt the burning coal of anger in his gut fizzle out pitifully as he lay in silence. His heart ached as he lay over the same bedding under which he and MC had nearly made love mere hours earlier, his emotions a tumultuous mixture of frustration and longing.

He was unaware how much time had passed when he heard the bedroom door handle turn.

"Ominis, darling?" came MC's soft voice from the doorway. He heard the brushing of her long skirt against the carpeted floor and a portion of the bed sank beneath her weight. Her small hand caressed the side of his head.

"I'm sorry," she murmured. "You must be so exhausted after we arrived home so late last night. I shouldn't have been upset with you like that."

Ominis remained still beneath her hand. "I fear for us... for you," he replied. "If I am paranoid for that, then so be it." He frowned, his voice turning dejected and slightly bitter.

"Oh darling," MC gently stroked her thumb along his cheekbone in an attempt to ease the hardened expression on his face. "You aren’t. Anyone would be afraid of the Gaunts... I'm afraid of them, too—whether I would like to admit it or not. I’m not immune to their threats, and I would do well to remember not to be dismissive of either of our fears. I'm sorry." She leaned down to touch her trembling lips to his cheek and rub his shoulder, and his expression softened.

Ominis looked thoughtful for a moment, then pushed himself up to a sitting position to gather her in his arms. He buried his face in her shoulder and sighed heavily. MC returned the gesture and pressed the side of her face into his sweet-smelling hair. She was all too familiar with his tense embrace: it was the embrace of a frightened boy who wanted desperately not to lose the girl he loved. She gently stroked his back and hushed him, just as she did in school.

"I don't like our situation, either," MC finally continued. "It’s true that I get to wake up next to the love of my life each and every day, and all our tribulations are such a small price to pay for that—but I still don't enjoy the long nights out."

"Or the danger." Ominis' hand skimmed MC's side where he had frantically healed her the night before with tears in his eyes, barely able to keep himself together long enough to perform the healing incantation once, let alone thrice. "I should be providing you with a more peaceful life. I want to spend the night making love to my beautiful wife—not narrowly saving her from death." His hands gently grasped the back of her blouse, and he buried his face deeper.

"Ominis," MC whispered as she squeezed him. "None of this is your fault. I won't have you blaming yourself."

"I'm just so tired. All the time. I wish we could be free from this horrible mess," he said miserably. “I wish my family would leave us be.”

"Perhaps someday," MC whispered. "I am truly sorry for what I said. You are right to be worried about the Gaunts finding us. And I should not take you for granted as I did."

"I am still a bit upset with you... but thank you," Ominis mumbled.

MC leaned against him, caressing his back with a tender touch. "I understand," she whispered.

Ominis leaned back with MC until he was comfortably reclined against their pillows with MC held tightly on his chest. A few of his fingers combed through her hair as he sighed heavily.

"May we start the day over? I'd gladly take an opportunity to redeem myself," MC said meekly.

Ominis hummed in thought. "I think that would be fair. It would be much easier if I weren't so tired, but—"

"You're still worried about the newspapers reporting on what we did last night?" MC asked.

Ominis nodded, and he felt MC lift herself up. It was now his turn to feel tears well until a few spilled over, and MC softly kissed them away.

"Do you remember our wedding night?" MC murmured as she traced Ominis' hairline from the top of his forehead down to his ear before delicately tracing a line across his jaw.

Ominis sniffled once and smiled faintly. "How could I forget?" He reached up to pull MC nearer, and she obliged him. He wrapped his arms around the small of MC's back and slowly breathed in the light floral perfume that lingered at her neck.

"Do you remember how happy we were—how we felt as if nothing could touch us here in this room, just the two of us?" MC's gaze wandered over her husband's lovely features as she spoke, recalling every inch of skin as she had remembered it on the first night in their bed.

"Yet we were in a great deal of danger because your family was looking for us—and very close to finding us.” MC's smile faltered ever so slightly, her eyes turning sorrowful despite her lips, still curved upward. "But in that moment, all that mattered was that we had one another. We were happy and unburdened, despite everything that loomed over us."

MC sat up once again and demurely traced little shapes into Ominis' chest.

"All I need right now is that feeling… I can't make the danger go away, but we can start our day over doing what we should have done all along. Perhaps it will take your mind off things for a while. I want to see you happy and preoccupied with something other than our troubles.”

Ominis' eyes still looked heavy and forlorn, but he smiled in spite of himself.

"Perhaps a fresh start to the day is something I need," Ominis mused. “I certainly wouldn't want to spend it anywhere but here."

"Then kiss me," MC whispered.

She straddled Ominis’ hips and leaned down. He craned his neck to meet her and was rewarded with a tug at his lower lip. The melodies of his wife quietly giggling danced upon his ears, and the sounds of each kiss lightened his heart. Every touch of her lips eased muscles Ominis didn’t know were tensed, and his face melted into a blissful, sleepy smile. It felt as if it had been ages since they last kissed—truly, meaningfully, kissed for more than the simple ritual of acknowledgement—and Ominis’ starvation for more made itself known as it leapt in his throat.

Ominis’ hand snaked around MC’s waist, and every place his hand touched melted away days of tension from her body. She had missed this without even realizing it was absent from her life. She had been going to sleep every night in her bed, in her house, yet it had been days since she had felt truly at home. She reached a hand up to tangle her fingers in Ominis’ hair, and he melted into a lovestruck puddle as she massaged firm circles into his scalp. Her tongue shyly pushed past Ominis’ lips, and he welcomed it as his own tongue began a slow dance around hers. Their teeth awkwardly clicked together once, and they couldn’t help but laugh at themselves. MC trailed her lips across Ominis’ cheek, peppering his jaw with enthusiastic little kisses. She found that she missed his lips too greatly, however, and quickly returned to them.

"Mmf—good morning to you, too," Ominis slurred.

She gently bit his lower lip again and hummed. "Have I ever told you how devastatingly beautiful and sweet you are?" MC murmured.

"Only about ten thousand times since we met," Ominis replied with a faint smile between kisses. "I only I hope I get to tell you the same thing at least ten thousand times more... and that I can live up to your impression of me," he quietly added as his hands weakly slipped and he tried to turn away.

MC slowly broke away and looked down at Ominis. His angelic face bore a small, plaintive frown, and his hands curled against his chest.

"Darling," MC murmured, concerned. She tucked a loose strand of Ominis' hair behind his ear and watched his eyes momentarily brim. "What's wrong, my beautiful serpent?"

"I'm sorry," Ominis mumbled. He forced a smile and tried to reach for MC, but she remained still.

"If it's about what I said earlier, I do hope you'll tell me," MC pleaded. She held one of his hands and gently kissed the back of it.

Ominis hesitantly bit his lower lip. "I... know it was just an argument, but I still worry that I’m not a competent husband. I’m always worried about my family finding you, and I don’t know if I could protect you if they did… I don’t know if I’m worthy of your praise.”

MC sighed and held his hand tight in both of her own. "Ominis, you are worthy of so much more than I could ever express in a lifetime. You are the most beautiful man I have ever met. You’re so intelligent and kind, and I could never expect you to fight off your entire family for me… we would do that together.”

MC smiled and stroked Ominis’ cheek with her thumb. Ominis made a few sighs through his nose, his eyes flicking in thought, but he did not speak.

"You're very brave, especially considering what you’ve endured from your family," MC continued, running her fingers through Ominis’ hair. “I’m so proud of you for how much you’ve recovered since we first met.”

MC leaned forward and kissed Ominis on his nose. He flinched in surprise with a little smile, then slowly draped his arms over her neck. He felt a strange, comforting warmth flutter to life in his chest each time she spoke.

“More, please,” Ominis whimpered.

MC made a thoughtful hum, then pressed her weight down upon his chest and hips. She began kissing every inch of Ominis’ skin that was within her reach, and he groaned softly.

“You’re such a perfect man,” MC murmured into his skin. She took hold of one of his hands, now palm-up on the bed, and clasped her fingers around it to claim it as hers. “You always know just how to make me feel like the luckiest girl in the world.”

Ominis sighed dreamily, and MC could feel him firming up beneath her small hip. She shifted her hips and listened to his voice catch in his throat.

“…and you are the most perfect husband for which I could ever ask.”

“If it's not impertinent, please—tell me why,” Ominis sighed.

MC chuckled and sat up. Her fingertips wandered across Ominis’ chest and up to the buttons of his vest and the shirt underneath. Slowly undoing each button, she spoke softly as she worked. “You have only the most gorgeous body. Your lips speak such kind and soft words… and those lips feel so good—on both my mouth and my body.”

Ominis sighed and traced delicate circles around the vertebrae in her neck, her perfume now swirling hypnotically in his head. His arms swept down to her back, and he relished her delicate frame. He always loved compliments from her, but he felt something… new stirring in his heart when she spoke now, and he needed more of it.

When MC had finished with every button she could find, she pushed open his shirt and vest to reveal the soft, light skin beneath. Her hands skated over every inch, tracing his subtle pectoral muscles with her thumbs and fluttering her fingertips down his sides.

“Such a beautiful body,” MC sighed. “I’m so turned on by the mere sight of it.”

The drowsy grin that spread, ever so crooked, across Ominis' angelic face was nearly enough to make her heart stop. She took his hands and held them up to let him follow along with what she was doing as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. He delicately toyed with the ruffles at the blouse's front that he loved so much until they slipped from his grip as MC removed the garment. Ominis couldn’t help his small sigh of longing.

His fingers excitedly danced around hers as she next unlaced her corset. She allowed Ominis to hook a finger in the string and pull, feeling it come loose.

“Like unwrapping the world's best Christmas gift,” Ominis said, color rising in his cheeks and his breath ebbing and flowing more dramatically.

When she took the corset away, Ominis busied himself with investigating which chemise she was wearing underneath. His fingertips probed and gently prodded at her, making her sigh, and he found that it was the tiny one with the square neck. His mouth went slightly dry, and he sensually caressed the fabric.

MC quickly undid the waist of her skirt, and Ominis was all too happy to help push it down over her hips and thighs. It was quickly abandoned on the bed, and MC was left in nothing more than the little chemise.

Ominis groaned and slid his hands up underneath the chemise. His fingers grazed her small hips and came to rest at her waist, trying his best to hold onto whatever shred of self-control he still had.

Ominis tried to tug at the edges of the chemise, but she wriggled away and laughed softly. "Patience, my love," MC whispered. "You've been so good for me so far."

She busied herself with the button on his trousers and pulled them off his legs while Ominis groaned. She could have taken less than a second to pull them off, and it still would have taken less than a second too long. When she finished, she sat back and admired Ominis as he lay beneath her, his handsome body now completely bare for her. Ominis’ chest was smooth and warm, and despite his deep blush, MC was transfixed by his alabaster skin. Her eyes wandered down, and she smiled at how stiff he already was. His length was slender, little veins climbing upwards in the spots where he most enjoyed being kissed and teased. A pink tip peeked demurely from its hiding place, and MC felt her mouth water in anticipation as she imagined it either on her tongue or deep inside her as he pounded into her.

“How do you manage to take my breath away every time?" MC sighed. "You're easily the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Ominis tried to speak, but all he could manage was a gratified whimper. His right hand pushed its way upwards underneath the chemise and wandered to her chest. His thumb found a nipple and massaged at it, more than happy at feeling of the lovely little bud under his thumb. MC moaned Ominis’s name at the welcome surprise.

MC took Ominis’ other hand from her chemise and grazed her lips over his palm. Trailing kisses down to the underside of his wrist, she breathed softly against his overstimulated skin and nibbled at one of the tiny moles adorning his wrist. She could see the veins beneath his skin visibly swelling as his heart beat furiously. She couldn’t resist sucking at the skin on his wrist. Her dazed husband groaned and pushed his head further back into the pillows. She suddenly understood the allure Ominis must have felt whenever he left love marks on her neck; the idea of him going to work, looking proper and respectable in every way except for the little bruise on his wrist that would show any time the cuff of his sleeve would ride up his arm was slightly thrilling. A secret, darker part of her hoped other women would see it and feel some jealousy, and it excited her. Her chemise felt very restrictive all of a sudden.

"Take this off me," MC muttered.

Ominis wasted no time obeying his wife. The chemise was promptly pulled up her body and over her head with the ease of a man who had the honor of frequently undressing his wife and never bored of it. He held the fabric in his hands and smiled faintly before delicately setting the little garment aside. He busied himself with running his hands up and down her bare skin, drinking in every little detail of her body. Feeling her perfect skin and imagining all the things he wanted to do, he feared he might go mad if he let himself lose all control.

"The way you ache for me—truly, desperately ache with all your adorable whimpers and hungry touches—is beautiful. I could feel and listen to it forever," MC leaned down and smirked against his neck. The delicate touch of her lips to his skin made Ominis gasp.

MC guided Ominis’ other hand to her abdomen and let his thumb wander downwards. As she did, she rose to her knees and her other hand reached underneath herself to take hold of his aching length. Ominis gasped, trying his best not to make a mess just yet. He wondered if any man had ever exerted so much effort before. Those delicate fingers could have made him cum right then and there, yet he resisted the temptation and merely panted as she stroked him a few times before drawing his tip back and forth over her core until he was panting. Ominis was sure he was going to positively burst, and he gripped her hips with a moan.

MC tutted at him. “My poor Ominis—so hopelessly in love. You must have felt so lonely these past few weeks… It's a wonder you didn't end up taking me right there in the entryway.”

“Trust me—there were some days,” Ominis gasped. “Nothing like this moment now, though.” He groaned and rolled his hips into her hand, hoping for any relief as his mind melted into a pure, instinctual drive to thrust himself into her.

MC finally took pity on her husband, held his length at her entrance and slowly pushed him inside her. The strangled groan from Ominis’ throat was the most beautiful thing MC had heard in weeks. She settled over him, letting him push as deep inside her as possible, inch by inch. She brought his hand down between them, and pushed his thumb against her swollen and eager clit. Ominis’s hips bucked once, making MC bounce slightly.

"Oh, you like being inside me, do you?" MC smirked. Ominis nodded, letting out a sharp breath.

MC began to roll her hips. Her body desperately gripped at Ominis’ manhood, sending shivers down both their spines. The look in his eyes was overwhelming: nothing but pure love and the deepest need any human being could feel. His starry blue eyes, even more distant than normal as he lost himself in pleasure, glinted in the morning sun like two opals. His hands were all over her body, silently worshipping her, and she knew she couldn’t last long—not with how much she had needed this every minute of every day for the past few weeks.

Ominis had needed sex like he needed air: his beautiful wife taking him all in at once, holding back quiet groans as his cock hit all her favorite little spots inside her. His thumb massaged at her clit with reverence while his other thumb glided back across her chest to a nipple. He rolled and flicked at both little organs, delighting in the moans his wife couldn’t help but make. It was pure music to hear her reduced to wordless noises. His cock twitched again and began to pulse. MC must have felt it, too, because she slowed to a stop and left them both panting.

“Fuck,” was all Ominis could breathe. “MC, please…”

“Please, what?” she smirked in spite of her need.

Ominis growled and squeezed her breast as gently as he could manage. “I need to cum. Please, don’t stop—”

“Then why not just finish the job yourself?” MC teased. She earned another squeeze, and she enjoyed the annoyance that crossed her husband’s face as he recognized the game she was playing to draw out her pleasure.

“Because you’re my beautiful wife,” Ominis groaned. “I want to—no, need to fill you with my seed. But more than that, I need to give you the pleasure you’ve been denied, too… I’ve missed you so much, you know, and you deserve only the best.”

MC’s mischievous demeanor instantly melted away, and his words tugged at her throat. Ominis was no longer the only one to fall prey to sweet nothings murmured upon yearning lips. She smiled and leaned down to kiss his neck sweetly as her hips picked up their pace again. She sat back up and let loose all the little moans and whimpers she had been holding back. He felt so big inside her after so long, and she adored the stretch she felt as her body remain tight around him.

Ominis joined in her sounds of adoration, and his thumbs worked her relentlessly. He wished they could stay like this forever, locked in the worship of each other’s bodies. He wanted to forever feel her hands on his chest as she propped herself up and panted, her hips bouncing against his and spreading her warm, delicious arousal over them both. He did his best to permanently burn into his memory her little gasps of “oh, Ominis, you feel so good” and “don’t stop, please. I need you, my love.”

The pleasure slowly coiling in MC’s core finally snapped. Gasps erupted from her throat as orgasm overtook her every waking thought. Her frame quivered and pulsed as she leaned forward and cried out her husband’s name.

MC’s walls clenched tightly around Ominis, and he spilled into her with blissful abandon. He gripped her body as if she were about to be torn away from him forever, and each wave of pleasure pushed his hips up against hers as far as their bodies would allow. Each pulse of his seed into her beautiful body felt as if it lasted longer than the previous, until his body was completely spent and he was weakly thrusting against her.

When the pair’s climaxes subsided and they were left a sweating, panting mess, MC collapsed onto Ominis’ chest.

“That felt incredible,” she panted. “I want every time to feel like that.”

Ominis chuckled and slowly rolled her over onto her back. He slowly kissed down her body and ended with a delicate kiss on her mound. MC giggled as he slid between her legs and back up her body, pressing his full weight down on her.

“Already trying to go again?” she smiled as he laid his head on her chest and she cradled it in her arms.

“Can’t a man savor his wife’s body after she made him feel so incredible?” he chuckled.

MC carded her fingers through his hair and listened to him sigh contentedly.

“I really do appreciate everything you told me,” Ominis murmured as he drew little circles on her shoulder with his thumb.

“What do you mean?” MC asked as she kissed the top of his head and traced the small shell of his ear.

“It’s good to know I’m still a decent husband, despite things like my family. I can’t tell you how much it means to hear those things… especially at my most vulnerable.”

“I’ll always remind you that you’re the ideal husband,” MC smiled. “Handsome, sweet, brave, well-endowed… need I go on?” she asked with another kiss to his head.

“Well, if you don’t mind…” Ominis smiled as a delicate blush came over his lovely features.

“Let’s see then,” MC began as her fingertips delicately traced shapes into Ominis’ smooth back. “You have no idea just how much you turn me on, you have the perfect body and your gorgeous cock could drive me mad with desire, you feel incredible no matter what you’re doing to me, and of course everyone will know you’re mine when they see that love bite on your wrist…”

Ominis’ face bloomed crimson, and with heavy eyelids he lifted himself up and began kissing down MC’s dewy body again. His hands slid up her legs and parted her knees, pushing them back until he had full access to her core. When he began flicking at her core with his tongue and tenderly kissing it, his kisses audibly wet with their cum still lingering at her entrance, MC moaned and gripped his hair in her fist, pushing him further against her.

“Ominis—” MC gasped with a love-inebriated smile. “What are you doing, darling?”

“We have a lot of catching up to do, my little hummingbird,” Ominis purred. “But please, don’t let me interrupt what you were saying.”

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt smut #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy smut #...this had been sitting in my drafts since June LOL OOPS #my perfectionism is beginning to ease and it's getting easier to write again :)#Isabel Greymoore

127 notes · View notes

damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog · 2 months

Text

FLAT COLORS WILL JUST HAVE TO DO LOL, @boxdstars come get yall juice 💚💚

this was actually really fun to draw and for the first time in years I didn’t hate myself while drawing, which is always nice lol

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #amara ambrose #Isabel greymoore #deek thinks you should be proud of all the art you've made

85 notes · View notes

damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog · 2 months

Text

STOP EVERYTHING, THIS IS A LEVEL 4 CUTE HAND HOLDING ALERT

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis x mc #they are going to give me a heart attack your honor #deek thinks you should be proud of all the screenshots you've taken #isabel greymoore

74 notes · View notes

damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog · 3 months

Text

For Old Times’ Sake

AO3 Link

Ominis and his wife, MC, return home from a Ministry party. Ominis hasn’t quite sobered up yet.

Ominis x fem!MC

SFW—allusions to and non-explicit mentions of sex, but nothing comes of it

Cozy vibes only™. Not as tightly structured as most of my other fics, just be warned

Word count: 3,578

A/N: Soooo this kinda started as a simple HC post about how I imagine adult Ominis when he's drunk, and how he turns into the most cuddly and sleepy bear. I ended up having so much I wanted to say that it accidentally turned into a fic lol. This is rambly because it’s basically just a glorified list of attributes, sorry lol

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Ominis was more than happy to leave the party to which he and MC had been invited.

“Damned bureaucrats,” he had slurred as he held out his hand to help MC climb into a muggle’s carriage outside the opulent London flat where the party had been dragging on for five hours already.

“Ominis,” MC had gently chided as she sat and gathered the black and dark green skirts of her long dress inside the carriage. “I know they’re not the most exciting people, but we should at least try to be polite. After all, many of those people are working to keep us safe from the Gaunts—and they provided the drinks you enjoyed tonight.”

“They won’t hear me—they’re too busy pulling themselves off over their insignificant accomplishments in a vain attempt to climb their grotesque little hierarchy,” Ominis had grumbled. He had ducked inside the carriage after her, his dark ensemble catching the light of the carriage’s lantern and reflecting a subtle, deep green pattern. “But yes, they do have impeccable taste in alcohol.”

MC had sighed defeatedly and, rather than argue further, she had chosen to kiss his cheek in a silent warning to drop the subject.

In spite of his inebriation, Ominis had taken the hint.

As the carriage trundled along, the beat of the horses’ hooves and the sway of the carriage on the cobbled pavement lulled Ominis. He slowly began to slump against MC, who leaned on him in return. She looked up and removed the handsome top hat that was threatening to fall right off his head and placed it on the seat beside her. Ominis mumbled his thanks and took her ornately feathered hat off to kiss the top of her head. He softly mentioned how comfortable she was, barely audible over the carriage.

Ominis groused and tried to press himself closer to MC when the carriage slowed to a halt in front of the unassuming late-night restaurant. MC placed her husband’s hat back upon his head before replacing her own, practically pushing him upright to wake him up.

MC gracefully led a sleepy Ominis from the carriage, much to the bemusement of the driver, and the two made their way into the warm glow of the quiet restaurant.

“Just how much did you drink?” MC whispered, amused, as Ominis let her lead him through the door to avoid his wand being spotted by muggles.

“A few glasses of wine… oh, and some brandy. I can’t recall how much exactly,” Ominis mumbled. “I’ve felt worse.”

“I want you to rest the moment we get home,” MC replied sternly. “I don’t like to see you so unsteady on your feet.”

Ominis began to protest but relented, not wanting to worry his wife any further.

The restaurant was warm, dark and peaceful. The comforting scent of English cooking wafted through the dining room, and MC glanced at the tables hidden away in little wooden nooks, each party having quiet conversations while enjoying their food and drink.

MC guided Ominis to the bar where he quietly ordered a combination of drinks and appetizers that did not appear on the menu. The maître d’ nodded and escorted them to a small, well-appointed room in the back with a lively fireplace on the far wall. Ominis once again leaned against MC, wrapped an arm around her and lovingly stroked her shoulder as she took a small handful of powder from a nearby urn and tossed it in the fire, turning it a bright, glittering green.

“I cannot wait to be home,” Ominis mumbled. MC giggled and took him by the hand as they walked into the fireplace and emerged in the familiar comfort of their spacious drawing room.

The housekeeper sitting on the divan looked up from her book and hurried over to the couple to take their coats and hats, cheerfully greeting them. Ominis stretched and yawned impolitely before sinking into the plush couch in front of the fire, which had returned to its normal bright yellow and orange.

“The children were angels tonight,” the housekeeper beamed as she took MC’s coat. “They’re both tucked in and sound asleep. Shall I bring you two some tea and biscuits?”

MC followed the housekeeper’s gaze to Ominis, who had already shed his jacket and had a drunken smile on his face as he reclined on the couch. His arms were outstretched on the backrest and he soaked up the heat of the fireplace before him.

“If you could, please,” MC replied gratefully. She leaned in close and whispered. “It was another boring Ministry of Magic party, and he was exceptionally grumpy about it. He’s had quite a bit to drink.”

The two shared a quiet laugh. “I’ll be sure the cook includes some of his favorite sweets,” the housekeeper whispered back.

When MC was left alone with Ominis, she settled beside him, her dress creating a small ocean of soft fabric around her. She lovingly gazed up at her husband, tracing the contours of his face with her fingertips. Ominis closed his eyes and sighed happily. He had already unbuttoned the top of his formal white shirt, untucked it from his trousers and clumsily rolled the sleeves halfway up his forearms. MC’s breath caught in her throat when she saw how his alabaster skin caught the firelight, throwing dramatic shadows across his beautiful hands and wrists.

“Feeling any better?” MC murmured.

Without answering her question, Ominis turned towards MC and ungracefully gathered her in his arms, nestling his chin into his favorite little spot between her neck and shoulder. In his intoxication and enthusiasm, he began to list forward. MC giggled and stroked his back.

“So warm,” Ominis mumbled. “You’re such a good wife to me.”

“Because I’m warm?” MC laughed.

“Yes,” Ominis insisted. “And because you’re sweet, you’re deviously intelligent, you’re a remarkable mother to our children…”

Ominis devolved into quiet mumbling, and MC affectionately hushed him as she continued running her hand up and down his back.

Ominis’ weight pressed MC into the couch until he was practically lying on top of her. She wiggled and tried to gently nudge him back upright, but he only grunted and nuzzled into her neck further, pressing sleepy half-kisses into her skin.

“It’s a good thing I decided not to drink tonight, isn’t it?” She muttered as she ran her fingers through his hair and undid all the pomade that had kept it so immaculate all evening.

“You would be twice the mess I am,” Ominis smiled, his voice muffled by the upholstery. He held her tighter until her laughter came out in wheezes as she begged to be released.

Ominis chuckled, sat back up and let MC go. It wouldn’t have been right to make love while he was so drunk, but MC couldn’t help but feel her heart flutter anyway at the sight of his sleepy, disheveled form.

Ominis once again pulled MC in close and held her in his arms. He began covering her in more sleepy kisses.

“Well, aren’t you the persistent one tonight?” MC laughed.

“I know what I like,” Ominis hummed.

A quiet knock sounded at the door, and MC scarcely heard it over her husband’s affections.

“Where would you like me to leave this?” came the housekeeper’s voice from the doorway.

MC struggled to break free from Ominis’ hold as she jumped up. He let out a pitiful whine as his arms became woefully empty.

MC, slightly embarrassed, directed the housekeeper to set a tray of tea, baked goods and some candies from their most recent trip to Honeyduke’s on the coffee table before them.

“I’ll leave you two alone, now,” the housekeeper said with a knowing smile. MC giggled nervously, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and thanked the housekeeper as she left and closed the door behind her.

“Come back over here, my little hummingbird,” Ominis mumbled. He had meant to sound commanding, but a smile played on his lips as he slurred.

“Only if you promise to have some tea and a bit to eat,” MC smiled as she wandered back to the couch and perched herself beside Ominis. “You’re very drunk.”

“I know,” Ominis replied matter-of-factly. “Can I not still hold my beautiful wife in her gorgeous dress while I’m drunk?”

“Eat,” MC smiled, taking a small cake from the tray and placing it in Ominis' palm. MC poured a cup of tea and handed it to Ominis once he had finished the cake. When he tried to set down the cup after one sip, she smirked and gave it back to him.

“At least finish a cup of tea. If you wake up tomorrow with a splitting headache, I’ll get to gloat over you,” she playfully warned.

Ominis made a half-hearted grumble and took a few more sips.

“Your dress truly is beautiful,” he quietly offered as he held his teacup. “I can barely keep my fingers off the neckline, the lace on the sleeves feels wonderful and hearing the swish of the fabric as you walk is intoxicating. I can only imagine the jealousy of the men who witnessed you on my arm… You should wear that dress more often,” Ominis remarked smugly.

MC bubbled with warm laughter and leaned against him. “That would mean going to more Ministry parties.”

Ominis scowled, remembering the last few dreadful hours sitting at a table with nobody he knew, staying silent and entertaining himself with alcohol and concocting strategies for how he would get MC out of her dress to make sweet, gentle love to her.

Ominis quickly gulped down the last of his tea. He held it aloft and turned it upside down to demonstrate its emptiness.

“Is that all you require of me, your majesty?” Ominis teased as she took the cup from him.

MC rolled her eyes with a laugh and refilled the cup. “Drink some more if you can. But yes, you’ve done all I asked for the moment, my darling prince.”

Ominis eagerly snatched her up in his arms and reclined on the couch. He ran a single finger down MC’s back while his other hand slipped down to her waist. His starry blue eyes bore into the ceiling as he traced little shapes on the warm, soft skin of her back that was exposed by the dress.

“Are you trying to get me out of my dress?” MC flirted.

“Mmf… I’m too drunk for sex right now. Just let me hold you,” Ominis mumbled.

“Ever the gentleman,” MC warmly smiled. “You know, if you have more tea or water, perhaps we could head to bed after a while.” She suggestively walked her fingers up his chest, but Ominis ignored it.

“I want to hold you,” Ominis stubbornly insisted.

“All right, all right,” MC chuckled before letting out a sigh and resting her head on him again. “It is nice to just lie here, isn’t it?”

“It’s leagues better than that party… this reminds me of the nights we spent in the Room of Requirement,” Ominis happily mumbled, “when we first fell in love.”

“That was so long ago, wasn’t it?” MC replied dreamily.

“Ten years… it seems like no time at all, and yet it also feels as if I’ve loved you my entire life.”

MC thought she heard Ominis’ voice break ever so slightly, and she raised her head to peer at his face. His eyes were brimming as he beamed, still staring heavenward.

“Two perfect little children, a beautiful old house in the peaceful countryside, an utterly stunning wife… I never could have guessed this was how my life would turn out that night I first held you in my arms.”

MC felt a tug at her own throat. “You’re always so sentimental when you’re drunk,” she laughed as a tear escaped and ran down her cheek. “But yes… who could have guessed this was what we had to look forward to?”

“I thought I would never find someone who loved me so completely,” Ominis mused as he fumbled with the pins in MC’s hair, counting as he drew out each pin he had helped her place that afternoon in preparation for the party. “I’m still in disbelief every morning when I wake up next to you.”

As Ominis withdrew the last pin, MC's hair fell out of its formal styling. Ominis carded his fingers through it, unraveling it until it was gracefully draped down her back. He then began to massage MC's scalp, relieving the tension and aches that her fancy hairstyles frequently caused.

"Do you still sometimes feel unlovable, then?” MC gently asked, lifting her head again and placing a flat hand on his chest.

Ominis hesitated for a moment. “Yes… it’s only once in a great while, but it does happen… I’m sorry, I know there’s no reason to feel that way, and—”

“I won’t have you apologizing for that,” MC scolded in her softest tone. She kissed his chest in an attempt to loosen his muscles, which had tensed. “I understand. When did you last feel that way?”

“A… a few days ago,” Ominis admitted shyly as his hands fell away from her hair. “I don’t know why. I simply woke up feeling undeserving of your love, our children’s love, the love of your father, Sebastian’s friendship… I felt as if I were nothing more than the miserable Gaunt boy nobody trusts or likes.”

Ominis sniffled once and clutched the skirt of MC’s dress.

MC pulled herself up further to kiss her husband again. “As I recall, you had gotten another letter from your family the day before, hadn’t you?”

“Yes,” Ominis replied miserably. “Another threat. You needn’t hear the details, but as always, they want me to abandon you and our innocent little children.”

MC shivered slightly. Ominis never allowed her to see the letters out of fear for her own wellbeing, which was perfectly fine by her. A number of months ago, she had found an entire stack of them piled up in his study and, wondering if they were the financial documents she had been searching for all afternoon, opened them. She had ended up sitting on the floor for half an hour, transfixed in horror as she read page after page written by his mother, father and even some of his siblings. The way the Gaunts talked about MC and their children as if they were mere animals and tried to manipulate Ominis had made MC feel nauseated. She had only read a fraction of the letters from the pile, but she had hastily put them back and never spoke of it to her husband. MC had been expecting him to give her a frustrated reminder not to shuffle the papers around on his desk, as it only made things more difficult when he was already visually impaired, but instead she could have sworn Ominis had been especially affectionate and protective for the next few days afterwards.

MC pressed herself to Ominis, who wrapped his arms around her tightly.

“Could that be why you felt so badly, then?” MC murmured.

“I think you’re right,” Ominis replied.

The drawing room became deathly quiet. The only sounds were the crackling of the fireplace and the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner of the room. Ominis squeezed MC closer as if the Gaunts were about to burst through the door and pluck her from his grasp. MC wondered how many letters he still received in a single month. Ominis had once admitted a few years ago that he always held out hope for reconciliation with his parents and siblings, as far-fetched as the possibility was. To continue opening letter after letter only to find the same violent threats and abusive words must have played heavily on his mind and health, MC thought.

“I’m sorry,” Ominis sighed as he sat up and untangled himself from MC. She felt a pang in her heart as she was gently pushed away. “I didn’t mean to ruin your mood.”

“Darling, don’t say that,” MC replied as she kissed his cheek. “I’m glad you told me. And you should know there is never so much as one second in which I don’t love you to the moon and back. Your son misses you whenever you have to be away. He is always ready to ask me a barrage of questions about when his papa will be back. And your daughter is absolutely radiant when you hold her or rock her to sleep in your arms; you’ve heard how fussy she can get until she knows you’re holding her. I think you’re her favorite,” MC giggled. “And do you remember our lunch with my father last Sunday when he told you how proud he was of you? He said you were the kind of man most father-in-laws could only wish for. Sebastian also constantly writes to you, too. He’s coming to visit next month after his trip to Africa, and he misses you greatly. You are always loved by every one of us—no matter what.” MC’s voice began to break as she smiled and kissed him tenderly again.

“I thought I was the sentimental drunk here,” Ominis smiled as he stroked MC’s hair. “But thank you. It does mean a lot to hear all that.”

MC leaned forward and took Ominis’ cup of tea. Following their little ritual, she lifted his wrist, slid her fingertips down his hand and guided his fingers around the cup, carefully releasing her grip as she watched to make sure he wouldn’t drop it. His hands delicately grasped the china as he tipped it back and drank the tea in almost one gulp. MC couldn’t help but smile as she refilled the tiny cup and handed it to him again in the same gesture. His shoulders began to loosen, and his eyes slid shut as a serene expression came over him.

“I hope you know you’re too good to me,” Ominis muttered. “You don’t have to do any of this. You could have gone to bed a long time ago and left me to my nonsense here, but you stayed.”

MC chuckled and leaned against him, her hand on his chest. “Because I love you, Ominis.”

Ominis opened his mouth to say something self deprecating, but he thought better of it and only smiled gently.

“Thank you,” he replied as he kissed her cheek. “And I love you, MC.”

MC reached down to hold Ominis’ hand and idly traced little shapes in his palm. “Are you ready for bed? As much as I adore sitting here with you, I’m getting very sleepy. I hope we can continue talking like this in the morning, though.”

“I was thinking of sleeping here tonight, actually—my mind is occupied with nostalgic thoughts of our school days now.”

“Will you be comfortable? Our bed is so much warmer and softer… And I would be lonely,” MC murmured as her head dipped.

“Oh, but I want you to join me,” Ominis smiled as he pulled MC into his chest and laid back on the warm upholstery. He let out a deep sigh as his arms snaked around her and squeezed.

“I’m a bit ashamed to admit it, but sometimes I forget what it was like to hold you in the days when we were so young… when there were no Ministry of Magic assignments or children to raise—when we barely grasped what it truly meant to make love and we had homework we skipped just so we could be together a little while longer before sleep,” Ominis softly laughed. “I am a fool who easily forgets why anyone would love him, and I want to be reminded of the pure love you’ve always had for me since the very beginning.”

MC settled into Ominis’ hold as he spoke, magnetically drawn to his embrace. It had, indeed, been a long time since she had fallen asleep on her husband’s chest. As she laid her head down, his presence became soporific. Between the fireplace and the heat Ominis radiated, MC felt no need for a blanket, and the echo of his voice was like a lullaby.

“You’re not a fool, Ominis,” MC murmured as she reached around to take his left hand. She ran her fingertips over his wedding ring. “You’re overcoming an unthinkable amount of suffering. It’s only natural to need help sometimes. And I’ll always be here. I promise.”

Ominis went quiet, absorbing her words and turning them over in his mind, treasuring each one. MC smiled as she watched his contemplative face. He squeezed her hand in gratitude.

“Are you comfortable, little hummingbird?” Ominis finally said when they released each other’s hands. He buried his fingertips in the hair on her scalp and scratched affectionately.

“I can’t imagine anything more comfortable than you,” MC mumbled as she settled down again. She fought the sleep tugging at her eyes just to spend a few more moments enjoying her husband, but in the end, sleep won and she quickly fell into dreams.

Silence overtook the couple once again, but it was no longer foreboding or full of lonely thoughts. Now, it was Ominis’ kiss upon his precious wife’s head. It was peaceful rest in the arms of the love of his life. He was sure he would have a headache in the morning, but as long as MC could be by his side, it did not seem so bad.

#men didn’t normally wear wedding bands at this point in time but that’s why I take artistic liberty and say wizards were built different #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #ominis gaunt #ominis x mc #ominis gaunt x mc #isabel greymoore

78 notes · View notes

damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog · 2 months

Text

Miscellaneous other cute shots I got today that don't warrant their own posts: Ominis comforting Isabel after a tough day, sorta duplicative shot of more cozy studying, and Ominis feeling a bit possessive

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis x mc #isabel greymoore #deek thinks you should be proud of all the screenshots you've taken #hogwarts legacy screenshot

57 notes · View notes

damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog · 2 months

Text

“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. ”

-Emily Brontë

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis x mc #isabel greymoore #IM GONNA CRY I LOVE THEM SM #they're probably talking about their future wedding or something insufferably cute like that 😭#deek thinks you should be proud of all the screenshots you've taken #hogwarts legacy screenshot #I haven't changed their outfits in WEEKS oops lol

54 notes · View notes

damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog · 9 months

Text

We're All Friends Here

AO3 Link

Ominis and MC have invited Sebastian for a special kind of visit

Ominis x fem!MC x Sebastian

NSFW—sexual content

MFM threesome between Sebastian and married Ominis/MC, obligatory praise kink featured throughout

Word count: 7,532

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

A few times every year, Sebastian Sallow would receive an invitation from Ominis and his wife, MC, to visit them at their idyllic English country house for a few days. The letters were always written in the beautifully cultivated script Sebastian knew belonged to Ominis and were always signed by both husband and wife. Were a stranger to find one of these invitations, they would think nothing of it: an old friend from school being invited to stay with his two best friends for a week and celebrate being united again. That stranger would be half right.

As was the trio's custom, they had retired to the drawing room for drinks after dinner to celebrate being together once again. Sebastian had been spending nearly every minute of his time researching for a book he was writing on the origins and proliferation of magic. He was set to leave immediately after his visit with his friends for a month-long trip to America to study the oldest known forms of magic on the continent and pore over Ilvermorny's expansive library, and he wanted to spend his last few nights on the continent with his dearest friends. Sebastian always insisted that MC and Ominis tell him they were just as madly in love as they had been in school; an impertinent question from anyone else—but from him, it was a welcome concern. That day in their fifth year, when Ominis and MC had shyly approached Sebastian hand in hand to admit they had ruined the trio's dynamic forever, they had expected him to be upset. Instead, Sebastian had joyfully taken it upon himself to see to their success as a couple. It was one of many reasons why he was now perched on one side of the deep plush couch, pressing MC comfortably between himself and Ominis with more enthusiasm for drinking in her warmth than the brandy he held.

MC's gaze wandered between the two desperate men boxing her in. Sebastian couldn't help but let out a groan, hand scrubbing his face. She was well aware that if he could have his way, he would have relieved MC of her clothing and buried himself in her at that very moment. MC felt Ominis tense further, trying to maintain his composure while his thoughts drifted to hearing MC desperately moan his and Sebastian's names. To say Ominis had been eagerly awaiting this evening was a gross understatement.

MC flashed a wicked little smile as she broke the silence. "Perhaps I should do something for the both of you."

She lifted a leg as she lazily swirled the drink in her hand and laid it delicately across Sebastian's lap. A smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth when she heard his desperate groan; the lap under her calf was positively radiating with heat. MC briefly considered convincing Sebastian to cancel his trip to America and to stay with her and Ominis longer.

"Hmm? What was that, Sebastian?" MC asked coyly.

Sebastian let out a hiss from between his teeth and threw his head back. "You know exactly what," he growled. MC smiled with raised eyebrows. She was certainly no stranger to riling up her husband, but she could wind Sebastian tighter than an eight-day clock—and she thoroughly enjoyed it.

Despite his best attempts, MC felt Ominis' hands begin to explore, tracing their way across her body. His fingertips were normally a soothing comfort, but with every inch they covered, MC grew increasingly restless. Ominis' breathing had become more labored, and his lips parted ever so slightly, trying to hide how much he desperately needed his wife. MC shifted gently, just enough to rub against him in all the right places and make his breath catch in his throat. She could feel him quickly growing hard against her hip. He touched his closed lips to the top of her head, kissing her like he was holding back a tidal wave while a frustrated breath escaped his nose. His kiss lingered just slightly too long, pressing into her hair with unusual force.

Sebastian set down his brandy as delicately as he could manage. Ominis' idiosyncrasies were usually not convenient or easy to deal with, but his enthusiasm for Sebastian to join the couple in bed a few times every year was a welcome exception. Why neither of them seemed at all bothered by each other's presence in bed was beyond MC—but then again, she was perplexed as to why she enjoyed it as much as they seemed to.

Sebastian slid a hand, large and warm, onto the knee resting on his thigh and squeezed gently. His eyes burned bright as he stared her down like a viper sizing up its prey. MC's core immediately sparked. One of MC's hands flew to Sebastian's, and the other slid up into Ominis' soft, perfectly manicured hair. The satisfaction of both men already struggling to hold back from whatever salacious fantasies were on their minds tickled at her lower abdomen.

"Perhaps we should move somewhere with more space for all three of us. Say—the bedroom?" MC hummed casually.

"Oh, thank Merlin, yes," Sebastian blurted. Ominis gave Sebastian a withering look, but he barely noticed. MC handed her drink to Sebastian, who immediately took it and leaned over to set it next to his own. She gave him a smug look. So impatient, yet so willing to do whatever she wanted. Perhaps she should have been more careful not to exploit his weakness for her body, but the way his gaze bore into her chest and legs left her hungry for his touch.

Before MC could open her mouth, Ominis stood and lifted her with deceptive ease. He stood and walked out of the room, Sebastian hot on his heels.

The bedroom in which Sebastian was staying was decorated in a deep purple motif, and the sprawling bed was impossibly soft. He had sunk blissfully into the small mountain of pure white pillows the night before—now it was MC's turn.

MC was set down on the floor, and before she could get away to the bed, Ominis roughly seized her wrist.

"And where are you going, my darling?" Ominis smiled. He pulled her face-first into his chest and listened with amusement to her surprised squeak. Ominis leaned down, tilted her jaw with a single flick of his finger, and pressed soft kisses to her neck to make her groan. From behind her, she felt Sebastian skate his hands firmly down her arms and tug both her hands behind her back. He pressed himself closer, and the hot, firm erection behind his trousers was pinned between his hips and MC's fingers. His hips gyrated once into her hands, and MC felt her composure begin to slip ever so slightly.

He leaned down, and MC felt each kiss pressed firmly to her neck, much less delicately than Ominis, small grunts behind every touch of his lips to the sensitive column of her neck.

"You've been quite a naughty girl, MC," Sebastian muttered in her ear. His voice was low and gruff, a dangerous tone to which she was instantly addicted. "Making both of us wait like this… now you've got me all riled up."

Sebastian's hand snaked around MC's front and plunged below the waistline of her skirt, down between her legs. Two of his fingers pushed their way into her folds, forcing them apart. From beneath her skirt and between his fingers, MC felt cool air kiss her core. She only wished it was Sebastian or Ominis kissing her core instead.

"Already so wet… whatever will we do with you?" Sebastian hummed thoughtfully. He traced affectionate circles over her core, and she mindlessly thrust against the gliding of his fingers. She would have never admitted it to him, but she was certain Sebastian had just set a new record for the speed at which he made her come undone.

"I have some ideas," Ominis chuckled. "Sebastian and I are going to have so much fun with you."

"We certainly are," Sebastian murmured, his lips just barely grazing her ear and sending shivers violently down her spine. "Just the three of us."

Sebastian withdrew his hand, and Ominis picked MC up again to carry her the remaining distance to the bed. As soon as he had placed her in the middle of the sheets, situated demurely on her legs and looking at them through heavily-lidded eyes, the two young men descended upon her again. Passionate kisses were planted on every bare patch of her skin, fueled by intense hunger. She lost track of whose hands wandered gently and groped at her. Not even five minutes in, and they could barely contain themselves—not that MC's self-control was faring much better. MC sighed blissfully, one hand slithering up into Sebastian's hair and the other to the side of Ominis' face.

Ominis dug his fingers into her hips, and his thumbs pressed into the seam created by her abdomen and thighs. From behind, Sebastian nestled close to her, his legs on either side of her and his chest gently pressed against her back. Just like his thighs, his chest practically burned. He rested his chin on her shoulder and yanked her blouse free from her skirt, hiking it up as he palmed up her sides to her breasts, holding each one over the chemise that frustratingly stood between her silken skin and his touch.

"I hope Ominis has been worshipping your perfect body every single day," Sebastian growled, his lips half-pressed to the side of her head, slurring his speech.

"Oh, not to worry—I do," Ominis chuckled. "It's how I know she can't resist it if you massage little circles over her nipples. Just last week, I was able to make her come by doing that—she utterly melted where she was lying for me on the couch."

"Ominis—" a deep crimson bloomed on MC's face, and she was about to reprimand him for so casually sharing details about their private life, even if it was to Sebastian, until she was cut short by Sebastian doing just as Ominis said. His fingertips barely tickled her at first, then his sudden firm touch through the thin layer of fabric drove her forward into his hands as another little moan escaped her lips.

"You like that, don't you? You make me want to suck them until you're whimpering my name and begging for Ominis and I to take turns on you," Sebastian breathed.

Her ears began ringing as Sebastian's warm fingers firmly rubbed each overstimulated little mound, and she gently fell forward to rest the side of her head against Ominis' shoulder as Sebastian pushed her tighter between both of them.

"You're so aroused for us tonight," Ominis smirked. "I knew you wouldn't disappoint—you never do."

MC reached down to fumble dizzily with the button on Ominis' trousers until she released it and pushed the hemline down. She leaned back and looked down to see his manhood standing tall before her, already dripping and yearning for her touch.

"Eager little thing, aren't you?" Ominis' honeyed voice tickled MC's ear. He lifted her chin with one finger and kissed her deeply. His teeth grazed her lower lip, and his tongue snaked its way into her mouth to wrestle hers into submission.

MC wanted desperately to press delicate fingertips to Ominis' tip—to break his focus in playful retaliation for divulging part of their more intimate life to Sebastian. Before she could, however, Sebastian reached down to grab her wrists and pull her hands behind her again.

"My turn," Sebastian smirked. "You're not allowed to turn around, either. You're a smart girl—you always have been—I'm confident you'll have no trouble." He dragged her fingers up to the hem of his trousers and let her figure out how to unbutton them before returning his hands to her chest.

"Perfect little moans," Sebastian growled into the curve of her neck. "Even better than I'd remembered… You're going to be making those sounds for me all night, MC."

"That goes for the both of us," Ominis hissed from the other side of her head. "I can't wait for you to be our plaything for the night."

MC's self-restraint to not cum right then and there at their words was nearly herculean.

Ominis finally let his fingers drift down between her legs. He became frustrated at their resistance while pressed together, placed a hand on either of her knees and suddenly pulled her legs apart. She fell forward with a gasp, caught only by Ominis' chest. Sebastian merely smirked and pressed her between himself and Ominis, making her keen into Ominis' warm shirt. Ominis paid little mind, and his slender fingers dipped into the arousal now dripping from her core. He ran the flat of two fingers up and down her clit, listening to the pitch in her voice rise as she cried out.

"You're so adorable when you're about to cum on my fingers." Ominis' silvery voice landed teasingly on her ears. "You're positively soaked… Perfect for fucking until our names are the only thing you're capable of saying."

MC moaned deliriously and moved her hips in time with Ominis' fingers, heat radiating through her body. He withdrew all too soon, and when she groaned in annoyance, he brought his fingertips to MC's mouth. "Lick them clean—perhaps that will keep your petulance at bay for a while."

Ominis pushed his fingers past her soft lips, and MC enthusiastically obeyed his direction.

With one last exasperated effort, MC's fingers scrabbled their way to success. As she pushed the fabric of Sebastian's trousers aside, he groaned and thrust his hips. "Atta girl… I knew you could do it," he sighed distractedly.

Ominis pulled his fingers out of MC's mouth and moved them down to massage her again, running his wet fingers over his favorite little organ. She turned her rosy face back to gaze at the results of her labor and saw Sebastian pulling off his trousers for better access to the hard, girthy cock she had become so familiar with during his visits. It hung lazily between Sebastian's legs as he stood on his knees to push his trousers down. Memories of that cock stuffed inside her with Sebastian heavily pinning her down flooded back, and she licked her lips. MC was sure she was dripping arousal onto the bed at that very moment, imagining Sebastian on top of her again.

"Already thinking about Sebastian buried inside you, are we? I can’t wait to hear you two." Ominis stroked up her clit as he spoke, and MC saw stars. How Ominis managed to practically read MC's mind and know exactly what to say in the moment was bewildering.

Sebastian smiled and sat back to pull his trousers down his legs and unceremoniously toss them to the floor, exposing his lower half to her as if tempting her with a reminder of what she had not had for months. He crawled towards her, ensuring she had a pleasing view of his length swinging as he moved.

"Mmm, you're awfully overdressed for the occasion, aren't you?" Sebastian murmured into MC's ear.

"I agree," Ominis murmured in her other ear before nipping it. "Just you relax. Sebastian and I will take care of everything."

MC's mind nearly fell apart, and she could only mumble nonsense in reply. One of her hands aimlessly wandered over Ominis' shoulder, the other through Sebastian's soft hair.

Ominis turned MC to rest her back against his chest while he unbuttoned and roughly pulled a dazed MC's blouse off her shoulders. He hoisted her up to allow Sebastian to do the same to her skirt. She was left in an impossibly tiny chemise—one she had chosen specially for the evening—and she turned to eye Sebastian's reaction. His eyes widened reflexively as she coyly looked back at him through half-lidded eyes and a tiny, drunken smile.

Sebastian impatiently watched Ominis take his time with the chemise, almost imperceptibly groaning and growling while sensually dragging light fingertips up MC's sides as she whimpered his name and squirmed. Every movement she made only reminded him of what was waiting underneath.

MC turned to lean her back comfortably against Ominis and stretched out, reaching her hands up and behind her head to wrap her arms around Ominis' neck in a loving gesture. The tiny scrap of fabric glided up her chest and rode up her thighs until it just barely shielded anything above her legs.

Sebastian moved in between her thighs, and her gaze drifted from her husband to her friend with an inebriated smile. She wrapped a leg around his waist to draw him in closer. He hungrily tugged the top of the chemise to the side to get at her collarbone and gently nip it. He could hear Ominis hum in amusement, no doubt impressed at Sebastian's self-control to not just fuck her right then and there.

Sebastian leaned down to her hip where the hem of the little slip of fabric clung to her dewy skin. He took the edge of the chemise between his teeth and drew it upwards.

"Hold her arms up," Sebastian growled, and Ominis gladly obliged him. The fabric skimmed MC's skin as Sebastian tugged it free from her body and flourished as he tossed the bothersome little undergarment next to his trousers on the floor. He leaned back and stared down at MC like a hungry wolf, listening to her whimpering so deliciously as she lay naked and shivering lightly.

"Such a beautiful girl," Sebastian hissed, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "How I cannot wait for Ominis to hold you down while I fuck you."

MC reached up to Sebastian's face, holding the side of it and stroking his warm, freckled cheek.

Ominis nipped at MC's ear, sending electric jolts down her entire body. He felt around for a nearby pillow and handed it to MC. "Put on a little show for us," he breathed.

MC knew what Ominis meant when he handed the pillow to her, and she blushed furiously.

"I… I've only done this once for you," she murmured to Ominis. "I don't know if I can…"

"Hush," Ominis gently interrupted. "You'll do extremely well pleasuring yourself for Sebastian."

MC sighed, nodded, and turned to face Sebastian, whose eyebrows were raised in great interest. He finally understood when MC slowly placed the pillow on the bed and straddled it. The cool fabric caressed her skin, and she shivered in anticipation.

Taking a deep breath, MC looked up into Sebastian's eyes before she began rocking back and forth on the pillow. She couldn't mask her little groans for long, and soon she was grinding herself into the pillow with a smooth rhythm, her hips rolling seductively as she made eye contact with Sebastian a second time.

"Fuck," Sebastian breathed. "I think MC gets prettier every time I visit."

"She's so obedient, too," Ominis murmured as he moved towards her to knead her bare chest. "She requires barely any convincing at all anymore… Let's hear your little moans again, darling."

MC hummed dutifully and closed her eyes, letting her voice escape her throat. It began as a tiny groan and crescendoed into their names upon her lips.

"Tell me what you're thinking about right now," Ominis hissed. "Since Sebastian has the luxury of seeing your expression."

MC swallowed thickly. "I'm… thinking about you touching me and making me cum—both of you at once. Your hands, your mouths, anything."

"Oh, why didn't you simply ask?" Sebastian smirked. "I think we can help with that, can't we, Ominis?"

Ominis reached a hand out to Sebastian's chest to restrain him before he could lunge for her. "She needs to ask explicitly. It's something we've talked about, haven't we, darling?" The smile he turned toward MC was pure wickedness.

"What? Why? Are you some kind of bizarre perfectionist?" Sebastian scoffed. "The woman wants to be touched, and by Merlin, I intend to do just that."

Ominis looked thoughtful for a moment, then turned to give a similar smile to Sebastian. "I simply like the way MC sounds when she can't get what she wants until she uses her words. Isn't that right, MC?" He paused to feel for her arm and barely graze featherlight fingertips over her skin. She nodded and felt dizzy at his touch. "Thought you could get away with not asking while Sebastian was here, didn't you? Now, be a good little hummingbird and ask Sebastian for exactly what you want."

MC opened her mouth to protest, but when she saw Sebastian's eyebrows raise in interest and wait for her reply, she knew she was not getting out of it.

"Sebastian… Ominis," MC trembled as she did her best to push past any shyness she felt at the two handsome men before her. "Please—touch me… Make me cum."

Sebastian wound around her and made for the back of her neck, kissing roughly while hungrily palming her sides to feel her stuttering breaths as she gasped in surprise.

Ominis took his time moving in, sliding around and up to her legs. He leaned down and dragged his lips over the burning skin of the inside of her knee as he deeply breathed in her scent and gently bit her skin. He smiled when he heard her gasp. She watched as each time his teeth left the tiny red marks that faded moments after he left them, and she desperately wished they lingered a while longer as a reminder of his claim on her. He moved up the inside of her thigh, nipping at her as he went. When his progress was blocked by the pillow, he huffed against her skin, a frown on his face before he turned to Sebastian.

"Hold her, will you, Sebastian?"

"Gladly," Sebastian purred. He gently lifted the almost limp MC while Ominis grabbed the pillow and shoved it aside. Sebastian nibbled at her ear, brown eyes burning with desire when she moaned Sebastian’s name. "We'll have plenty of fun, won't we, MC?"

Ominis, satisfied, pushed his way between MC’s legs and dragged his tongue up her core, pulling a loud moan from MC's lips.

"Your pretty clit is just as delicious as ever," Ominis sighed.

MC grabbed one of Sebastian's wrists in a vicious grip and groaned as Ominis leaned down again and drew little circles with his tongue, gently nibbling at her occasionally. His tongue felt firm and so irresistibly warm and silken. It glided effortlessly over her and sent wave after slick wave of arousal to her core. Ominis hungrily lapped it up, sucking at her core to get every last bit he could find.

"S-so close," she whimpered. It wasn't until the words tumbled from her lips that MC realized her mistake by letting Ominis, of all people, know she was about to cum. He immediately stopped and tilted his face up to her, licking his lips with a wry smile.

"What do you think, Sebastian? Do we let her cum now?"

The room was engulfed in a brief, intense silence as the two listened to MC's labored breathing.

"She needs more time," Sebastian replied casually. "We've waited this long—she can certainly survive a bit longer, too." He cupped her jaw and tilted it back to create space for his lips to softly drag up and down her throbbing pulse, audibly breathing into it with sighs like flames. "Merlin knows she's got me unbelievably riled up."

MC groaned at his verdict, but the sound was cut short by Ominis' lips crashing against hers. She felt and tasted herself lingering on part of his lips and tried to kiss it away. His icy blue eyes stared into nothing, half-lidded, as he shrugged off his shirt, revealing the porcelain skin of his lightly toned chest and arms. He finished what MC had started and pulled his trousers off from where they had been resting halfway down his hips.

When he was free of his clothing, Ominis motioned for Sebastian to lay MC down. She looked up at them both, her breathing quickening. She closed her legs shyly at the sight of them intently focusing on her.

"She looks so cute and vulnerable," Sebastian smirked, unbuttoning his shirt with some dramatic flair. "Completely bare… just for us."

"That's my girl," Ominis said proudly. He ran a hand up the side of her thigh and landed at the top of one of her knees pointed in the air. A soft smile formed on his lips. "Hmm, is my precious MC feeling shy? No need for that—we're all friends here. Isn't that right, Sebastian?"

"Of course," Sebastian replied. "No need to be timid… It's just us." A smoldering smile played on his lips as he worked himself out of his shirt.

MC would be lying through her teeth if she said Sebastian wasn't ridiculously handsome—especially when his hands were all over her. It intimidated her just slightly to be in the presence of these two attractive men, their attention focused solely on her.

The two worked together to push MC's legs apart, and Sebastian leered at her while Ominis smiled at the sound of her whimpers. Her core was dripping wet, and her muscles twitched in anticipation.

"Look how unbelievably wet you get for us both. Such a pretty sight," Sebastian cooed. "We'll take good care of you, MC. You have nothing to be nervous about."

Sebastian moved to kiss up MC's side, leaving Ominis to do as he pleased between her legs. Sebastian came to the side of her breast and sucked at the skin, kissing in a slow circle. Ominis lined himself up with MC and stroked her core with his thumb, holding himself in his other hand.

He lowered himself over her and let his tip fall lazily upon her. He worked himself between her warm folds until his shaft was pressed snug against her. He moved his hips forward and back, listening to MC's high-pitched mewls.

"You're doing so well, making those perfect noises," Ominis breathed. "You feel magnificent."

"Don't stop, please," MC begged. Ominis chuckled and ran a thumb across her lips before leaning down to place a single kiss on them. "Only if you promise to be a good little girl for Sebastian, too. Do what he says, and no sneaking in those pretty fingers of yours. Can you do that, my darling?" He slowed to a stop to give MC the chance to speak as best she could through her haze.

"Mmh… Yes, I'll be good," MC gasped, looking over at Sebastian. He was sitting back, an arm propped up on one bent knee and idly stroking himself. He intently watched her with a fire in his eyes, leaning back further to tempt her with the manhood now twitching eagerly between his legs. "I promise."

Ominis hummed in approval and resumed his gentle pace as he leaned forward to take one of her nipples in his mouth. Sebastian moved toward her and joined him in taking the other, and MC felt tears spring to her eyes at the heavenly sight and feeling of them both suckling at her. Her hands snaked up to the backs of both heads, fingers tangling in blond and brown hair. She listened to the absolutely sinful sounds of the two lapping at her. She moaned their names while she gently coaxed them to keep going.

She gasped and arched her back before any self-control could take over and surrendered to her long-awaited orgasm, each twitch sending her chest fluttering up higher against Sebastian and Ominis' mouths. She held them firmly against her to make them ride out her orgasm with her. Deep groans escaped her throat as the cascades of pleasure nearly drowned her.

When she finally returned to the present moment, her hands fell away from their hair and lazily draped on the pillows over her head. Sebastian and Ominis broke away and hovered over her, Sebastian narrating the beautiful scene to Ominis. He stopped when he noticed MC open her eyes and leaned down to kiss her forehead.

"Good, you're back," Sebastian smirked.

"It sounded incredible… but we're only just getting started with you," Ominis added smugly with a brush of his knuckles along her cheek. MC gave a dazed smile and could only nod.

"On your hands and knees." Ominis purred the words near her ear, making it clear it was an order, not a suggestion. "Don't make me wait."

Typically, Ominis was the type to lovingly push her onto her back and make sweet, gentle love to her while professing his affections. He would kiss her neck and clasp her hand, play with her breasts, and run his hands over her sides while telling her how beautiful she was until her walls tightened around him, whimpers on her lips, and he emptied himself inside her with lovely, restrained groans. This rare side of him—the side that desperately fucked her from behind like they were mere animals—made MC's core flood.

Sebastian laid down on his back next to them and roughly pulled MC over him. Surprised, she fell on top of him. His erection pressed hot against her thigh. He quickly brought a leg up between her legs, spreading them apart, and felt her warm, slick core against his thigh. She mindlessly rutted against his leg as best she could, thinking only of her own release. Sebastian and Ominis were intoxicating, and she vaguely wondered if she was losing her mind as she willingly surrendered all higher thought to chasing her orgasm with these two walking aphrodisiacs.

"You certainly recover quickly," Sebastian laughed. "But remember what Ominis said: on your hands and knees, gorgeous. You don't want him getting impatient with you, do you?"

Sebastian smirked, watching her nod shyly and lift herself up, and he slid back until his erection was directly in her line of sight. Sebastian tucked a strand of her hair behind MC's ear and murmured softly.

"I want you to suck my cock while Ominis fucks you. Be nice and gentle, and I might reward you after Ominis is done using your pretty body. Is that clear?"

MC whimpered and nodded.

"I'm almost jealous," Ominis chuckled as he ran his hands over her hips. "So much attention."

Ominis leaned down. His tongue explored her once again, matching every inch to the map in his mind. He couldn't get enough of the way she tasted or the whimpers she made when his tongue glided over parts of her that made her arms nearly buckle.

Sebastian brushed his tip across her soft lips. "Don't forget, princess."

MC licked her lips in anticipation and leaned down to press her lips to the base of Sebastian's eagerly twitching cock. His soft hair tickled her nose pleasantly. He groaned and laid his head back into the pillows, reaching a hand up to rub her neck gently. She ran her tongue up the underside of his shaft and flicked at his tip. Sebastian was sure this woman would give him a heart attack, and he let out a growl of approval.

Ominis leaned back up and gently pressed his tip to her opening. He traced himself around her aching, overstimulated clit, and when he withdrew, a delicate strand of her arousal connected them. MC groaned, the hot breath from a sigh fanning out across Sebastian.

"Fuck… MC, that feels fantastic—even better than last time," Sebastian groaned. His other hand had begun pushing through his hair, and his back arched slightly.

MC only looked up at him with a lustful gaze before slowly taking him into her mouth, sure that she couldn't take any more. Her tongue swirled around him, and he groaned deeply.

"Good girl… just like that," he murmured. "I love watching you take my cock. Ominis obviously has you trained very well."

MC was now getting impatient at Ominis as Sebastian kept urging her on. Ominis was now riling her up for the fun of it. Feeling frustrated, she grabbed hold of Sebastian and dragged her tongue, long and slow, up the underside of his tip.

"Ominis." MC moaned his name louder than she expected. Her voice was strained and needy. "Please… I need you."

Ominis chuckled at her desperation and slid himself gently inside MC, each inch stretching her perfectly. He smiled at the little moans she made as he went. It had always felt like he was made for MC, the way he fit inside her. He leaned forward to press gentle kisses between her shoulder blades. They tickled her skin and made her sigh.

Ominis sheathed himself fully inside MC and listened to her groan. He slid his eyes shut, savoring every little twitch and flutter MC's body made around him as she pulled out every trick she had to make Sebastian moan her name and mindlessly run his fingers through her hair and over her shoulders with pure need.

"You feel just glorious, darling," Ominis groaned. "Sebastian will be lucky if he gets a turn at all."

"You'd better," Sebastian slurred, now barely coherent himself. "If you don’t, I swear—”

Ominis only hummed with amusement, then leaned down to whisper in MC's ear, cupping her jaw with his hand. "You sound so very pretty with Sebastian's cock in your mouth. You take him so well… But you can't cum until I say so, darling. Is that clear?"

MC moaned, closing her eyes and nodding against his hand.

"Good," Ominis smiled, leaning back up. He slowly withdrew himself until just his tip was inside her. When she finally moaned impatiently, he slammed back inside her. Her mouth momentarily lost its grip on Sebastian as she cried out once and pushed against Ominis to bury him inside her as deeply as she could manage. She clenched herself around him, trying to feel every single inch of his warmth inside her.

Sebastian groaned and grabbed the back of her head. "You aren't done, princess," he chuckled. He lined himself up with her mouth again and pushed hard on her head just as Ominis made another thrust.

MC saw stars as the two filled her. Ominis angled himself to hit that little spot MC loved so much while Sebastian grabbed her by the hair on the back of her head and whimpered. It took absolutely everything in MC not to cum as she moaned Ominis' name, muffled by Sebastian.

Ominis was quickly coming undone himself. His hands held her hips in a death grip and pulled them towards himself with each thrust. His grunts slowly turned to whimpers as he leaned forward and did his best to keep teasing MC.

"You're being so very obedient for me. You’re doing so well.”

From below, Sebastian arched his back and groaned. MC swirled her tongue all around him, flicking at his tip. Each time Ominis plunged himself into her, she was pushed further onto Sebastian.

"Don't you dare stop," Sebastian snarled. "You're so pretty when you're choking on my cock like that. Take my cum like a well-behaved little slut. Yes, that's it… Oh, fuck, that mouth of yours is just so perfect—"

The first wave of cum hit the back of her throat and nearly made her choke, but she dutifully swallowed the sticky substance. Sebastian's cum was slightly sweet, and she sucked at his tip, trying to get every last creamy drop she could. Each burst after felt as if it came quicker than the previous as Sebastian fell apart and whimpered her name. His fingers weakly stroked her hair as he watched her swallow his cum.

"Fuck… that was incredible. I'm so proud of you, MC. You did so well. And look—you barely let any spill. Such a good princess…" Sebastian leaned back and surrendered to the pleasant buzz as he softened, tingling at the sensation of MC licking him clean.

Ominis continued thrusting, clearly enjoying the sounds of his best friend fucking his wife's mouth.

"Sebastian's cum must have tasted quite good for you to swallow it all like that," Ominis purred. "Such an insatiable little minx. Ask nicely, and perhaps I'll let you cum for me, too, darling."

"Ominis," MC whimpered as she freed Sebastian from her mouth and licked at the cum he left on her lips. "Please… I need to cum."

"And why is that, my little hummingbird?," Ominis sighed. He was only dimly aware of his hands aimlessly feathering over every inch of her skin within his reach.

"Mmf… I'm already so close… I need to feel you pulsing inside me while you claim me. Please, Ominis—"

Ominis groaned at her words and thrust harder. "Then cum for me… I want to feel you tighten and writhe on my cock. I want to hear you moan. Mmm, so good… sing your sweet little songs to me."

Sebastian perked up at their exchange and observed the two. A little smile formed on his face. He reached out, ran his hands up and down MC's arms, and began to murmur to MC, careful to be sure Ominis could hear him too.

"And just think—I'll be next. How does it feel knowing you get to do it all over again a second time? Lucky girl, I'm going to make you cum just like this and listen to you moan my name as I take you. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

MC groaned. Their sweet, seductive words completely and utterly conquered her. Her body wound up tight, her eye squeezed shut, and she was suddenly gasping as her walls fluttered around Ominis. Each breath drawn was immediately pushed back out by the pulses of euphoria that shook her entire body. Sebastian sighed, her sounds making him slightly re-stiffen.

From behind, she felt Ominis lose his rhythm. His elegant strokes became short and desperate, and his breaths grew ragged as he doubled over, his hands on her hips the only thing that kept him from collapsing onto her. She felt him spill into her, warm and pleasant. She held him tightly, eager to get every last drop she could.

When their climaxes finally subsided, Ominis sighed and kissed the side of MC’s head as he caught his breath.

Ominis gently guided MC off Sebastian and onto her back as he leaned over her, planting little kisses along her cheek and neck. Sebastian lay on his side next to them, head propped up on one hand as he traced little shapes into her shoulder. MC, still dazed, reached a hand out to clasp Sebastian's, the other hand winding up into Ominis' hair. A contented sigh escaped her lips.

"She's absolutely divine like that," Sebastian murmured.

Ominis recognized the hunger in his voice and smiled. He turned his head toward his best friend, and MC matched his expression almost perfectly as she, too, looked over at him.

"Did I hear you correctly when you said a minute ago you would be making me cum, your name on my lips rather than my husband's?" MC hissed.

"Yes, I thought I heard that, too. Is that right, Sebastian? Do you intend to lay claim to my wife right in front of me?" Ominis closed in on Sebastian until Sebastian could not avoid Ominis' bright blue eyes.

Sebastian's gut dropped. Their tone had been sharper than he had anticipated. He stammered madly, trying to save himself from whatever line he feared he had crossed. "Oh, er, well, I suppose only if the both of you are all right with it, I—"

Ominis cut him off with a small, airy laugh. "Sebastian, how many times have we done this now? Surely you know we're only teasing you."

Sebastian sat up and ran a hand through his hair, the shadow of a smile at the corners of his lips. "The both of you, I swear—"

MC squeezed Sebastian's hand and smirked. "It sounds as if we need to invite you over more often. You ought to know by now that we both adore whatever you like to do in bed with us."

"I think Ominis' sick sense of humor is rubbing off on you, MC,” Sebastian reproached. "But… if it meant getting to visit more often, I wouldn't object."

Sebastian finally drew himself up and nudged Ominis' shoulder. "May I?"

Ominis nodded gracefully and, in a fluid motion, rolled off MC and settled beside her. The warmth of his afterglow painted his cheeks a pink hue and weighed heavy in his eyelids. A smile danced across his lips as he heard Sebastian take his place over MC and let out a ragged sigh.

“Warm her up a bit, first,” Ominis hissed. “Tell her how eager you are. Don’t start until I tell you.”

“Gladly,” Sebastian replied with a chuckle.

Sebastian leaned over MC as she quivered, and he lay a gentle hand on the side of her head, the other hand sliding down to pull one of her knees up and over his waist, giving him better access to massage her clit with the palm of his warm hand.

"I've been waiting all night to lay claim to you, too," Sebastian murmured in her ear. "You might be married to Ominis, but tonight you're our girl."

Sebastian leaned back up and, puffing out his chest ever so slightly, took hold of himself, already getting hard again. He began slowly pleasuring himself as MC watched him closely.

“I’ll hold her still,” Ominis smirked. He slithered up behind MC and, in one motion, grabbed hold of her forearms resting above her head and pushed them into the bed. “Now you may start.”

Sebastian plunged into her without a second thought. MC whimpered at how, even after Ominis, Sebastian stretched her. She felt every one of his eager little twitches inside her.

"F-fuck… so tight," Sebastian groaned. He was already losing his breath.

Sebastian immediately set a relentless pace, pushing himself deep enough to delicately touch her clit with his hips at every thrust. MC arched her back, and Sebastian slid an arm around and underneath her.

"All mine," Sebastian growled. "Now, say my name. I want to hear your desperate little cries. Tell me how much you need my cock right after you've taken Ominis. How much you need both my cum and his.”

Sebastian leaned up and rolled his spine in waves as he kept thrusting into her. Each time his hips met hers he gyrated, teasing that delicious little spot inside her. Merlin, where did he learn to move like that? Sebastian let his fingers drift between their hips and looked down admiringly as his thumb drew tight little circles to pleasure her.

“Oh—Sebastian,” MC gasped. “Make me cum. I want to be taken by both of you—to be filled by both of you…”

Ominis carefully set his knee on her wrists and let his hands run up MC's sides until his thumbs each rested on a nipple.

"I think we should demonstrate to Sebastian what you did for me last week," Ominis cooed. "Give him your best little climax, won't you? I want you whimpering his name."

Ominis began massaging circles into her, occasionally tweaking and teasing with fingers. The attention the two heaped onto her became too much. The mewls MC let out were divine.

"Please, Sebastian," MC whined. "I'm so, so close. Let me feel you cum inside me. Please, take me and fill me, I—"

Through a thick haze of lust, Sebastian looked down in time to see MC squeeze her eyes shut and let out the most beautiful moans he had ever heard her make. Her walls clenched around him, and he nearly collapsed over her as his thrusts lost all rhythm and coordination. He mindlessly fucked into her as he hit his peak and spilled into her. His warm cum coated her insides as she gripped his hips hard enough to bruise, pulling him as close as humanly possible with each burst of overwhelming bliss.

"That's it," Sebastian snarled through clenched teeth. "Oh—Merlin—you're so beautiful when you cum for us."

Ominis leaned down to kiss his wife as his hands retreated. Sebastian huffed a small laugh and pulled out, collapsing back onto his arms as he finished catching his breath.

"Am I correct in assuming you both enjoyed yourselves? It sounds like it was heavenly," Ominis glided to MC's side and felt around for her arm to gently rub it.

MC pulled Ominis in and tenderly kissed him. "Simply incredible," she slurred.

Sebastian closed his eyes and chuckled. "Still can't believe you two enjoy this kind of debauchery. Absolutely shameless, the both of you… not that I'm complaining, of course."

"You are just as guilty, Mr. Sallow," MC laughed. "But I do feel a bit bad… Ominis, you only got off once tonight." MC stroked the side of Ominis' face and watched him lean into her hand with a little smile on his lips.

"It's quite all right, trust me," Ominis replied. "It simply means that you two can make it up to me tomorrow."

"I think MC and I can arrange something like that," Sebastian replied with a cheeky grin. "We have all week to make it up to you."

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #ominis gaunt smut #sebastian sallow smut #ominis gaunt x mc x sebastian sallow #sorry it took so long for so little payoff lol #Isabel Greymoore

244 notes · View notes

damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog · 3 months

Text

I spend way too much time thinking about all the little dates Isabel and Ominis went on in school, from discussing their favorite muggle novels to playing in the rain, and all the little moments in which their hearts stopped as they realized they were gradually falling in love

#im still writing i promise lol my mental health is just so-#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #isabel greymoore #god I just realized the two of them reading are just the same shot but their positions are reversed ooooops 🙃#oh well it’s still cute af #deek thinks you should be proud of all the screenshots you've taken

58 notes · View notes

boxdstars · 3 months

Text

Miss Isabel ☕️

felt compelled to sketch isabel, ended up going the extra mile and drawing her in flat colors instead. oops. (not sorry)

for.. @damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog

#i have seriously missed drawing skirts #hogwarts legacy #isabel greymoore #hogwarts legacy mc #hphl #hphl mc #my art

59 notes · View notes

damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog · 4 months

Text

Skipping Stones

AO3 Link

Ominis has reservations about the future

Ominis x fem!MC

SFW

My angstiest fic yet! It still has a positive ending because I can't just make my characters sad and throw them to the wolves lol. Allusion to arranged cousin marriage

Word count: 2,758

A/N: First fic of 2024 baybeeeeeee. I've always loved the weird little stone-skipping feature in HL. I spend a lot of time in game imagining my MC and Ominis' conversations while sitting together and skipping stones. :)

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

The sun-dappled water of the Black Lake's shallow inlet sparkled in the springtime air. Birds sang as they flew overhead on the warm breeze, and various little insects hummed amongst the tall grasses and flowers. Every now and then, the chattering of other students would fade in and then back out as they passed on the nearby path beyond the shrubs and willows. A small, smooth stone danced over the water with a pat-pat-pat-pat-pat. The weight on MC's left shoulder lifted.

"Hmm, you're really getting the hang of that spell. Was that five skips I heard? I must say, I'm glad that I taught you that spell. You'll be far better than me in no time."

Ominis readjusted his position, nestling against MC's side once more. He pressed his face into her shoulder, savoring the moment with a contented smile and a deep breath. The delicate fragrance of cologne and perfume rose from the two school robes spread across the ground beneath them.

"So you actually are awake, then," MC smiled. She flicked her wand. Pat-pat-pat-pat. "Did you not hear me a moment ago?"

"I might have dozed off once or twice," Ominis happily murmured. "I can't help it if you're so comfortable."

MC let out a soft laugh and placed her wand down before she focused her attention on Ominis, gently running her fingers through his hair. He responded with a contented hum, appreciating the affectionate gesture.

“I said: do you ever think about the future?"

"As in what we might get for dinner tonight? I do hope it's another roast. The one last week was delicious. It's scarcely left my mind."

"Ominis." MC's hand dropped from Ominis' head and she rolled her eyes. She tried to convey annoyance, but her voice couldn't hide the hint of a smile.

Ominis leaned against her further, and MC felt his breath tickle her neck. "Then you're wondering what you might get for Christmas? Is it not a bit early for that? "

"Ominis, please," MC pleaded. Ominis could hear MC's smile fading.

"I’m talking about what we will do in just two short years... When we leave Hogwarts."

Pat-pat-pat.

A cool breeze caressed their faces, the water lapped at some nearby rocks and the merrymaking of students in the distance could be heard as they made their way to Hogsmeade.

Ominis sat up, leaving MC's comforting warmth behind. "I... don't know."

MC's heart was pierced with a surge of adrenaline. "What do you mean?"

Ominis sighed and turned his face away. "I'll have to return to my family eventually. Feldcroft can't be my home forever."

"But why?" MC questioned, her voice filled with increasing panic. "What is stopping you from staying here... staying with me?"

Ominis' body made a small twitch towards MC, but he stopped himself. "I can't hide from my family forever. Sooner or later, I'll have to face them."

MC reached a gentle hand out to Ominis' shoulder, yet her tone remained filled with urgency. "What would they do to you once you returned?"

"Frankly, I don't want to think about it. But, eventually," Ominis sighed, "they'll want to pick a bride for me. I can live in denial all that I please, but I cannot outrun my name."

"Then let me go with you," MC replied in her bravest voice.

Ominis hesitated. "MC, you shouldn't—"

"I can't let you go back by yourself when we graduate. Think about what they did to you as a child. Let me be there, too. I want to be with you, Ominis."

Ominis turned back towards MC. She could see his eyes brimming.

"Even if my family were to accept you over one of my cousins, you... don't want to be a Gaunt." Ominis faltered. "I cannot in good conscience subject you to that life. You deserve so much better than a bleak existence as little more than a broodmare to carry on the next generation of Gaunts. You would be miserable, and I cannot bear the idea of doing that to you."

"I could never be miserable with you," MC cried. "I don't know what I would do without you."

The young couple was engulfed in silent frustration. MC's hand weakly slipped away from Ominis. For a moment, Ominis could hear nothing. Then came a pat-pat, but it ended in a small splash.

A small, barely restrained sniffle landed on Ominis' ears. He tentatively felt around for her hand and held it. He listened to another sniffle and a single, small whimper. He turned away and squeezed his eyes shut.

"MC, please... trust me. I would rather we be apart if it meant you were happy. I won't let my family ruin your life, too."

“How could I be happy without you?” MC replied, making no effort to conceal the tremor in her voice. “I’m scared of the idea that, someday, we might say goodbye for the final time and never see each other again. I can't imagine a life without you.”

“It would hurt—tremendously—but eventually you would find someone better suited for you,” Ominis replied gently. He felt his own voice breaking, too, and he squeezed MC’s hand as he spoke. “You would eventually have your own, happy family. You would find a handsome husband who could see your beauty and fully appreciate it, and you would have as many little children as your heart desired. Knowing you were happy would be more than enough for me. You should not be required to live in a decrepit manor, surrounded by family-in-law that want you dead merely for being an outsider.”

MC stammered before giving up and clinging to Ominis’ arm, burying her face in the shoulder of his blazer as she wept. Ominis wrapped his arms around her and quietly hushed her as he tenderly swayed her back and forth, comforting her while gently caressing her back.

“I can’t just leave you,” she finally said through tears. “I don’t love anyone else—I love you, Ominis.”

“Then we should make the most of our remaining time together. Because I also love you, MC, and I always will—no matter where our lives lead us.”

“So you’ll give up? Just like that, without a fight? Ominis, you can’t,” MC replied, a fresh round of tears already rolling down her cheeks. "What would be the point of remaining together if we both know we're only delaying the inevitable? Am I to see you in the halls and in our classes and simply forget what we've built together?"

“Perhaps it would be pointless,” Ominis muttered dejectedly. “But I won’t let them hurt you.” His hand wandered up to MC’s face and held it, wiping at her tears with his thumb. MC suddenly went stiff at his touch, and he recoiled in surprise.

“Ominis Gaunt, you’re hurting me,” MC replied angrily through her tears. She pushed Ominis’ hand aside and stood. “I won’t allow you to be miserable, either. I want to help you. We could work together and find a way out of this. For Merlin’s sake, don't let your family do this to you!”

Ominis sat, stunned at her outburst. The only sounds in the air were the water lapping against rocks and the breeze through the trees. When MC heard no response, a sob escaped her lips, and she turned to leave. Ominis lowered his head, listening to the sound of her hurried footsteps fading away along the trail.

Ominis sat in the shade of the tree and listened to the birds and insects unaffected by the couple's argument in an attempt to distract himself. How he longed to join their carefree existence and never worry about his family again. The water continued to splash on the nearby rocks, and the breeze now felt cold against his skin. He let out a heavy sigh and curled up, hugging his knees tightly and resting his chin wearily upon them.

Ominis’ hand landed upon the robes he and MC had laid out. In her hurry to leave, MC had left hers there on the ground. He felt some dread at the idea of having to awkwardly return it to her while she was so distraught, but he dutifully sat up straight and plucked it from the ground. Perhaps it was necessary to break MC’s heart, but he was still a gentleman who could never let her lose her robe. He brushed the dirt off before neatly folding it, then held it on his lap as he crossed his legs. He imagined her heading back to the castle without it and how chilled she might feel. His heart physically throbbed with pain at the idea of her feeling both heartbroken and cold because of him.

MC’s words came flooding back to him—that they would eventually say their final goodbyes and part ways, never to cross paths again... never to chase away each other's nightmares, find solace in one another's arms or revel in their shared laughter and mischief. His fingers gently stroked the fabric of her robe as he tried to comfort himself, imagining how much happier she would be with someone else, but it shattered him to think about how she would share her life with anyone other than him. She would have a beautiful wedding, tenderly conceive and raise little children in a happy family, grow old and eventually pass away as a contented and fulfilled woman, with her heartbreak over Ominis becoming nothing more than an insignificant adolescent memory.

Ominis knew he could never be fated for a similarly happy existence, but he could also never bring MC into such misery, no matter how happy she made him. Could he even survive his own family as he tried in vain to please them as he had tried as a child when he tasted the cruciatus curse for himself?

Tears dropped heavily on MC’s robe as Ominis gripped it tighter. A quavering gasp leapt from his throat before he could stop it. He clung to the robe, pressing it tightly against his chest and granting himself a small moment to openly mourn.

At his next breath, as he tried to calm himself, Ominis steeled himself and stood. Cleaning and donning his own robe, he held MC’s folded robe to his heart one more time as he prepared for the long and lonely walk back to the castle to find MC and return her robe.

The delicate floral scent of her perfume on her robe threatened to break Ominis again. He could think only of MC’s affection: her unending love for him, despite his lineage and his past, and her sheer stubbornness in loving him. He mustered a faint smile at how insistent she was about remaining by his side despite everything, how she never flinched at the possibility of facing the other Gaunts, and her acceptance of him exactly as he was.

The Room of Requirement had felt too lonely. Trying to sit on the same sofas where she and Ominis had spent so many evenings curled up together only intensified MC's pain. Instead, she had found a serene, upholstered window nook high in a deserted tower in which to hide. There, she clutched a nearby cushion and quietly wept. Gazing out onto the lawn far below, she listlessly watched the other students mill around, happily going about their lives. She leapt when a gentle tap touched her shoulder.

Looking up, MC caught sight of Ominis. She opened her mouth to speak, and her thoughts quickly shifted from anger to protest, and then again to surrender and sorrow. Ominis appeared to be in a similar state, and despite her best efforts, she felt her heart thaw as she looked at his tired, exceptionally pale expression. His lower lip bore evidence of nervous chewing, and his eyes were slightly red.

“Ominis? Do you need something?” MC finally asked in quiet, gentle tones.

She instinctively swung her legs over the side of the nook's seat and made room for Ominis. She carefully watched him sit beside her as he held her folded robe in his lap and refused to turn to face her.

“You forgot your robe,” Ominis replied, equal gentleness in his voice.

MC’s heart sank as she slowly reached out to take it. She studied his face as it wrinkled to reveal profound sorrow.

“So this is goodbye?” MC murmured.

Ominis paused for an extended moment before giving a slow nod. He placed the robe in her lap, stood, and turned away to hide a fresh torrent of tears. MC's gaze dropped to the robe resting on her legs and noticed one of the smooth little pebbles from the pile she had been using down at the lake.

"What's this...?" She whispered.

"I don't want to part with any ill feelings. If you forget everything else from our time together, please—promise me you'll at least keep practicing the stone skipping spell and hold me in your thoughts whenever you use it."

MC clasped her hand over her mouth as the overwhelming pain of her heartbreak violently struck her. She leaned forward and began to cry as quietly as she could manage.

Ominis forced himself to move in the opposite direction. With each step, however, he felt something else slipping away. Beneath the agonizing pain of giving up MC's exuberant love, knowing he was walking into a reality where she would never be waiting for him with a joyful laugh and warm kiss and realizing how lonely he had felt before he met her, something just as significant was fading. He stopped, and his hand tightly clenched as he engaged in a fierce battle against his own thoughts. Finally, he turned back around.

"I can't," Ominis hoarsely cried. MC was taken aback as she looked up at Ominis, his face streaked with as many tears as hers.

"I can't do this. I need you." Ominis tentatively moved back toward MC. He slumped to his knees next to her, and his unseeing eyes gazed mournfully into nothing.

"You're too damned stubborn, and it's apparently rubbing off onto me," Ominis smiled amidst a sob as he wiped at his eyes. "Without you, I lose your love and your sheer enthusiasm... and I lose hope. A world where I can escape my family is almost inconceivable, but you offer me a glimmer of hope that we could find happiness together, free from their influence. Without you, hope eludes me. Merlin, that sounds ridiculous... I understand if you never want to see me again for hurting you this way."

MC fell silent, then she laid her robe and the stone aside, slipped to the floor and sat beside Ominis. She looked deep into his sparkling blue eyes and then, without warning, wrapped her arms around him and nestled her face into the warmth of his shoulder.

"You're such an idiot," MC uttered through tears and laughter that overtook her all at once. "But I need you, too. I need you the way I need the very air I breathe. I wish I could make you understand just how kind and selfless you are, or how rare your endless capacity for love is. But I will never stop trying."

Ominis slowly lifted his arms, encircling MC in his embrace. He slumped forward into her arms and rested his chin on her shoulder. It felt as though he had finally found his way back to where he truly belonged.

"I know you're scared of what might happen when your family learns of me—I'm terrified," MC murmured. "But I know we have the strength to overcome this. The Gaunts will simply have to come to terms with the fact that I'm not willing to let you go without a fight."

Ominis gave an exhausted laugh and held MC tighter. "If anyone can make them understand, I certainly hope it's you. I don't have your optimism, but perhaps someday, with enough patience and the right teacher, I will."

"I have no doubt," MC sighed happily.

MC broke their embrace and reached for the little stone that had been left on the seat. She placed it in Ominis' open palm and closed his fingers around it. Ominis tilted his head curiously.

"Will you still help me practice, too?" MC murmured. "It might seem as though I'm a fearless, ever-optimistic prodigy, but you still have much to teach me, too. I want to know your grace and gentleness. It may take a lifetime, but I'm willing to learn if you're willing to guide me."

"I think that can be arranged," Ominis smiled.

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis x mc #hogwarts legacy fanfic #angst and hurt/comfort™#Isabel Greymoore

67 notes · View notes