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Say Yes To Me - Ominis Gaunt x Reader

Plot Summary: After your eventful years at Hogwarts, you are now a famous magizoologist known by all. Life's great and all's well until you see Ominis Gaunt's engagement on the daily prophet.

Content Tags: that dilemma newt and tina had in fantastic beasts, yeah this is it but its you and ominis, ominis works at the ministry, mentions of ominis's older brother, gender neutral reader, sebastian being sebastian, slight angst if you squint, reader trying to keep their shit together, kiss kiss fall in love, idiots in love basically.

"Poppy! Can you please hand me the eye drops for the mooncalfs? I think I left it upstairs!"

You had yelled from your place within the Erumpent's mouth as you examined it's molars with your illuminated wand. This certainly wasn't a good position to look at, after all who would be putting their head inside a giant's mouth knowing it could very well decapitate you in seconds. However, this was the usual for you.

After graduating Hogwarts, your specialties and skills have led you to the magizoology field due to your affinity with beasts. It wasn't a big surprise to all considering you had always excelled in Beasts class and the questionable returns to the castle with a new beast curling in your arms. Professor Fig had often joked about which magical creature you'd be holding in your pocket for the day. He thinks it's absolutely comical whenever you did have one.

With your accomplishments and great efforts in defeating Ranrok, you had immediately garnered influence and reputation in magizoology, earning you the title of being the wizard world's most famous magizoologist. It certainly helped a lot with gaining access to various areas all over the world for you to rescue and release the beasts within your care.

Currently in your apartment in London, you busy yourself with a checkup on the beasts. Poppy Sweeting, a very old friend and your co-worker as well had been your partner since last year. The two of you lived together in the apartment and tended to the needs of the wondrous beings living in the magical depths of your basement.

You lift yourself from the creature's mouth, smiling as you gently caress it's horn. The Erumpent nudges your hand, unaware of its strength causing you to stumble back. "Easy Lola. Feels better doesn't it?"

It lets out a grunt before turning to do whatever it was originally doing. You let out a sigh as you turn to look up the stairs, waiting for the former Hufflepuff to come back with the eyedrops. "Poppy? Did you get lost or something?"

"Sorry! I just received today's newspaper." Poppy apologetically replies as she rushes down with the drops on her arms. She stops in front of you, a sympathetic look on her face.

"What's wrong?" You look at her, confused. She gives you the eyedrops with a sheepish smile. "You look worried."

"I— Well. It's fine," She nervously chuckles as she places the newspaper on the cluttered table behind you. "It's just the usual anyway."

You furrowed your eyebrows at her skittish behavior before shoving the eyedrops back to her arms and grabbing the newspaper from the table. Poppy tries to steal it back from you but you simply raise your hand and using your height advantage.

"I swear, Y/N. It's just the usual! You needn't concern yourself with it!" Poppy reasons as she tries to jump up and take the paper from your hands.

"You always read it out to me, I don't get what all the fuss is about if it's just the—" And there it was. Written in bold letters at the front page was a name you didn't even expect to reach the Daily Prophet. "... usual."

"I told you." Poppy sighs as she takes a step back. Your eyes were stuck on the front page, rereading the same set of letters printed on the paper.

Ominis Gaunt engaged to Eleanor Rosier. The Gaunts continue to rise.

Ominis Gaunt engaged to Eleanor Rosier.

Ominis Gaunt engaged.

You let out a shaky gasp as you hide your face with the newspaper. Poppy stares with a sad look on her face. Everyone knew of your trio. Wherever Sebastian was, everyone expected Ominis and you to be there. The three of you were stuck to the hip and it was like that for the rest of your years in Hogwarts. It was because of that fact that you'd fallen in love with one of them. Many suspected it to be Sebastian but it was in fact the blue eyed blonde that had your heart in his grasp. You had tried to hide it in your 6th year but failed because of Sebastian's meddling and so you had this weird situationship with him during your last year in Hogwarts. It was never established that you two were together but the fleeting touches and lingering glances were the reason you held on for so long.

Being a magizoologist meant that you needed to travel a lot. Mostly it was out of the country and that meant you rarely got the chance to see him after your graduation and so over time, you two had fallen out of communication. You hoped, hoped, that someday you'd be able to face him and that he would return the same feelings that he proclaimed back then in the safety of the Undercroft, your hands in his and a warm smile on his face but apparently, Merlin had other plans for you.

Poppy makes a move to comfort you but you suddenly pull away, looking at her with a crazed look. "No. No! Don't comfort me. I'd feel all the more pathetic."

"Eh, well. I've seen you in worse situations." Poppy smiles. You roll your eyes, mood gone sour as you toss the newspaper in the fireplace before pointing your wand at it and casting Incendio. Poppy looks between the fireplace and at your face. "I still needed that—"

You send her a glare to which she raises her hands up in defense. You grab the eyedrops from her and walk over to the mooncalfs who chirp at your presence. Blobs of liquid fall down the dropper as you give your undivided attention to the cute beasts in front of you.

Yeah. I'll just stay here and wallow in my misery. At least, I have my beasts with me.

"I can literally hear what you're thinking, Y/N." Poppy chuckles as she watches you tend to your creatures. "I won't let you lock yourself in here for 4 weeks."

"How'd you know it's going to last 4 weeks?" You reply as you turn to glance at her for a moment before going back to tending to the mooncalfs. "I've got a call for a Thunderbird in North America. I'd probably just bury myself in work... Forever."

"Do you really believe the news? You know Daily Prophet has a tendency to overexaggerate details. It's basically the whole point of journalism." Poppy shrugs as she plays with a loose thread on her coat. You let out a breath as you turn towards her with a deadpan look on your face.

"How can you exaggerate an engagement exactly? Tell me Poppy, I would like to be enlightened." You sarcastically reply as you finish the mooncalfs before moving on to the puffskeins. Poppy follows you, finding the situation amusing.

"I find it to be considerably suspicious. Didn't Ominis mention that he would be renouncing his own family? It's just so odd that out of nowhere he's engaged." Poppy reasons as you lift a puffskein in your arms, examining it's physique. Poppy moves to stand next to you, lightly petting the creature in your arms.

"Stop pulling ideas out of your arse, Poppy." You mumble. Poppy rolls her eyes before slapping your arm. You yelp in pain before gently putting the puffskein back with it's family.

"I'm just saying you really can't believe baseless stories unless you hear it from the source." Poppy leans on the fence surrounding the puffskein enclosure as she looks at you with a smile. You look back at her with a frustrated huff. "On the bright side, if it's true, then you'd get to finally move on!"

"Merlin help me or I will use an unforgivable on myself." You mutter as you bury your face in your hands. Poppy full on punches your arm causing you to groan. "Ow! Do it again and I'll fire you! For real, this time!"

"Yeah? Eat shit." Poppy snorts to which you flip her off. "You have no choice, you'll get to see him tomorrow anyway."

"Yeah..." You absentmindedly reply before your eyes widen in fear. "Huh? Tomorrow? What do you mean tomorrow?!"

"Don't tell me you forgot that you'd have to renew your wand permit and travel visa." Poppy chuckles. "I heard Ominis works in that department. Such a perfect timing, isn't it?"

You let out a horrified gasp as you crouch down on the floor. You'd rather let yourself be swallowed by a basilisk if it meant that you'd get to postpone seeing Ominis Gaunt (a bit of a overreaction but it doesn't matter).

"Can't you just do that for me?" You whine as you grab the bottoms of her coat. Poppy slaps it away.

"I can't renew your own wand, dumbass. I already did mine a week ago. You were too busy drinking away with Sebastian." Poppy pats your head as an apology before making her way back upstairs. "Wear your best perfume tomorrow, love! I'm sure he'll ditch Rosier for you."

Poppy winks before laughing. You glare at the Hufflepuff as she ascended up the stairs.

I can't do this. Fuck.

"You can do this, dumbass."

Sebastian grabs your shoulders, preventing you from leaving the building. It seems that the Sallow boy had taken on Poppy's role as your tormentor for the day and it doesn't help that he's an auror. Wand permits are a must and being deemed as an illegal wand owner is not really the best look for your reputation. You look back at Sebastian, giving him the best crup eyes you could muster.

"I will hurl you myself into that department if you do that again." Sebastian threatens with raised eyebrows to which you pout and frown. "I know why you're feeling so skittish today. Everyone's gossiping about it and it's not really the best thing to hear about your best friend. Talk to him. You, of all people, should know that."

You feel your body surrender to Sebastian's tough grip as he walks with you (more like drags) to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. He places you in front of an office before turning you towards him as he fixes your tie and hair. You look up at him with sad eyes. "Is it too late to apparate out of here?"

"Wizards and witches can't apparate within ministry grounds. You'd have to go outside for that." He smiles brightly as he tucks a stray hair back to your hairstyle. He leans close to sniff you before furrowing his eyebrows in contemplation. "New perfume?"

"Ugh. It was Poppy's idea." You flush at Sebastian's discovery. The former Slytherin chuckles.

"He'd love that for sure." Sebastian winks.

"Shut up."

"You know he's just as whipped for you as you are for him, right?" He pats your arm before slipping his hands in the pockets of his coat. "You have nothing to worry about."

"Easy for you to say." You mumble. Sebastian's eyes crinkle as he smiles at your sulking behavior before it moves slightly to the side of your face, directed behind you.

"Sebastian." A voice you haven't heard in months was finally within your presence. You're almost too afraid to turn around but you're glad you did. Ominis had grown so well in your absence. The face once filled with soft curves had now developed more into a sharper and sculpted face. He seems more taller and leaner than before and absolutely looks dashing in his three piece suit. Your mouth falls open as you unashamedly check him out. ".... is that you, Y/N?"

You had almost forgotten to reply if it weren't for Sebastian hard nudge to your ribs. You yelp in pain, clutching your side as you glare at the man beside you. "O-Ominis, hey...."

The gorgeous man in front of you smiles nervously as he shifts in his position. "What brings you here? I've heard a lot about your travels. It seems you were quite busy these past few months."

"Y-yeah. Lot of creatures need saving, y'know?" You laugh awkwardly as you glance at Sebastian who looks like he's about to combust with how red he is from preventing his laughter.

Awkward silence engulfs the three of you and Sebastian had to calm himself down to prevent him from cracking up. "They're here for a renewal, both wand and visa. I don't want to chase a magizoologist all across the world just because they forgot basic wizard law."

"Haha, funny." You sarcastically reply. Sebastian winks at you before walking towards Ominis who leans close to whisper something to him. The blonde flushes and you can't help but wonder what the actual fuck did Sebastian say to him that got him coughing and blushing.

"I'll see you two later for lunch! Admin needs me." Sebastian waves before rushing off. This now leaves the two of you standing in the hallways of the ministry. You let out an awkward cough that alerts Ominis.

"Ah Right. Come in." He nervously opens the door to his office. You cautiously enter the room, marveling at the sight of his cozy office. Paraphernalia decorates the shelves on his walls with banners of his former house, Slytherin hung on one side of the wall. A plant is situated on one corner and an array of food is presented on one side. Comfortable chairs are positioned in front of his desk and a flashy name plate with the words 'Ominis Gaunt, Department of Magical Law Enforcement' engraved on it. What catches your eye though is a frame of you three on his desk. It was captured on your last day in Hogwarts. The picture moves as you three huddle for the picture, smiles on your faces before laughing at one another. It continues on a loop that puts a smile on your face.

"I have this on my desk too." You mumble softly as you lift the frame to admire it more. Ominis smiles before sitting behind his desk, putting his wand down and leaning back on the chair.

"Yeah. It's made quite differently for me." He extends his hand, palm facing up as he signals for you to give it to him. You place it on his hand and with a grab of his wand and a flick of his wrist, you suddenly hear sounds from the frame.

"Sebastian come closer!"

"I'm already close! Do you want me to fuse into you or something?"

"Can you guys shut up, he's taking the memento!"

Then laughter was heard. Ominis smiles at the audio before placing the frame back on his desk. "I play that whenever I miss you two."

You look at him as he fiddles with his wand, still reminiscing the memory. Whenever he misses me, huh? And Sebastian... Of course. Don't get too ahead of yourself.

"Listen Omini-"

"Y/N-"

The two of you began to speak at once and stopped altogether. A moment of silence is heard before you both laugh at the situation. "You go first." Ominis smiles with a nudge of his hand.

You look at him, remembering the details of his face as you decide that this is it. The moment you'll let go of him. It shouldn't be a surprise to you that Ominis would get married soon. He came from a family known for keeping their blood pure and while you hoped that he'd escape the grasps of his wretched bloodline, it seems like even he would not be able to and so as a good friend of his, you'll just try to be happy for his sake.

"Listen, I came here not just because I needed to renew my visa and permit. I just really wanted to tell you that I'm happy for you." You bite your lip, distracting yourself with the physical pain rather than the emotional one. Too invested in thinking of what to say, you fail to notice Ominis's face drop at your words. "I-I know it's hard but I want you to know that I'll always be here. Me and Sebastian. I'll support you and--"

"Wait! No!" Ominis abruptly stops your speech which you were grateful for because if you continued any further, you fear that you'd end up bawling in front of him. "I-I don't want you to be happy."

"Huh?"

"I mean-- I don't want you to be happy that I'm happy because it's not happy at all. But for you, I'm happy--" Ominis fumbles with his words as he grips the fabric of his pants on his knees. "It doesn't make sense but you know what I'm talking about."

Your tongue pokes the inside of your cheek before letting out a confused laugh. "... I actually don't know what you're talking about."

"I should be the one saying that to you." He whispers as he leans forward to rest his face in his hands before taking a deep breathe and exhaling. "I-I heard that you were seeing people and I just- I just wanted to congratulate you."

Seeing people? What in Merlin's name?

"Ominis." You blink in confusion. "Who told you this?"

"Uh... Sebastian?" He mumbles quietly as if he had been caught doing something wrong.

"I'm not seeing anyone, Ominis. Did you really let yourself be fooled by Sebastian, again?" You giggle as you watch his expression change from nervous to annoyed.

"That bloody fool always read me news about you. I can't believe he faked me out on this one. Of all things!" He groans in frustration. "I'll skin that boy."

"Please don't. Merlin knows we'll need him as a scapegoat for something in the future." You joke. He laughs at your jest and you almost let yourself fall all over again. "Aside that, I'm really happy for your engagement."

A confused look is back on his face again before a dreaded look appears on his face. This is the most expressive you've seen Ominis ever since he caught you sneaking out of the Undercroft. "Gods Y/N. I'm not engaged. I-It's my older brother who's going to be engaged to Eleanor. We both have similar names and the Daily Prophet assumed that it's me. I've already sent a report regarding that."

You have never felt more relieved in your life. You bury your face in your palms. "God, I thought I was about to die. I had almost tried to bury myself in work for 4 weeks because of that."

"Why?" Ominis stands up from his seat as he feels his way around and eventually kneels down in front of your seat. "Why would you want to do that?"

You remove your face from your palms before cupping his cheeks. "I admit I have made myself scarce these past few months but I have-- I still am hoping that you... you..."

You couldn't bring yourself to finish as you stare at his face that looked so full of hope and so you did the only thing you knew that would communicate the words you couldn't tell him.

"Y/N?" He softly speaks your name before you pull his face to yours and pressing your lips to his. Ominis had frozen in shock but eventually recovered as he pressed himself closer to yours. His arm encases your waist while the other cups your cheek. Lips move against one another as thousands of unspoken words flow through the air. The two of you release one another with a final peck before a smile graces your faces.

"I'm still hoping that you're in love with me." You finish as your index finger gently caresses the beauty marks that grace his skin. He closes his eyes at the feel of your touch before grabbing hand to kiss the inside of your wrist.

"Yes. Yes I am." He answers with no hesitation. You smile at his confession before pulling him in a tight hug. He releases you after a short while, hands cupping your face as he continues to leave chaste kisses all over it. You giggle at his affections. "I wasn't able to ask you back then but will you be mine? Merlin knows how long I've wanted to ask you this."

He has a hopeful look on his face that makes you want to coo and baby him but all you do is smile and peck his lips. "Of course. I'd always say yes to you."

The two of you smile and bask in each others presence before you're reminded of his face flushing earlier. "By the way, what did Sebastian say to you awhile ago?"

Ominis's face flushes before intertwining your fingers. "He told me to make the most out of your stay."

You let out an amused chuckle. Sebastian that sneaky motherfucker.

Before you could tease him about it, Ominis grabs your hips and pulls you in close. "Think Sebastian will mind waiting for a while? I'd like to heed his advice for once."

You chuckle before biting your lip as he pulls you up, grabbing your thighs and carrying you to his desk. You wrap your arms around his neck as he brushes his lips against yours.

"Go ahead, I don't think he will."

A/N: i also want to makeout w him in his office good lord. anys tysm for supporting my workss. i love writing for my two idiots <3

#ominis x reader #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt #ominis x mc #hogwarts legacy x reader #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow

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atypicalamortentia · 9 months

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The Threesome || Sebastian Sallow || Ominis Gaunt

Synopsis - You and your boyfriend Sebastian agree to a threesome to spice up your bedroom activities. You choose none other than your dear friend Ominis.

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - All characters are 18+!

Word Count - 2.9k.

[Caffeinate Me]

You and your boyfriend Sebastian had decided to spice things up in the bedroom; you had decided to invite a third person in. Sebastian had mainly agreed to keep you happy, since it was your idea but he also thought the idea of another man’s cock in your cunt was extremely sexy. Now, who had you chosen to be the third man in your sexual adventures? Why none other than your closest friend, Ominis Gaunt. You both trusted him with your lives so why wouldn’t you choose him?

You were currently sitting on your sofa waiting for either man to turn up at your door. You were dressed in your sexiest dark green lingerie which you had purchased today. You knew it would drive Sebastian crazy when he saw it, being dressed in his old hogwarts colours and all. As you sat on the sofa waiting, you began to doze off when suddenly a knock on the door caused you to shoot up, standing up so fast you felt yourself going slightly dizzy. It was Ominis, you knew that because Sebastian had a key and would just let himself in so, you wrapped your nightgown around your body to shield your neighbours from the intimate view and made your way to the door.

“Y/N?” Ominis asked, turning his head into the direction of the door as you opened it.

“Hello Ominis,” you smiled politely. You grabbed his hand and pulled him into your home, closing the door behind him. “Welcome to my home!”

“Thank you,” he smiled back, shrugging his coat off and passing it to you to hang up on the bannister. “It’s warm outside.”

“It is indeed,” you replied, holding his hand and dragging him into your living room. “Would you like a drink, Ominis?”

He thought for a moment, his throat dry with anticipation as to what was to come. “Water, please. That would be great, thank you.”

You nodded to yourself and walked to the kitchen and got two glasses of water before making your way back to the living room. When you arrived back, Ominis was sitting on the sofa playing with his fingers anxiously. “Here you go,” you smiled, passing the blonde his glass of water.

“Thanks Y/N,” he replied, taking the glass from you and taking a sip immediately to wet his throat. There was a silence in the air and you could cut the tension with a knife. Obviously, you had discussed your threesome idea with Ominis before he had arrived and he had happily agreed, but to tell you the truth the former Slytherin was quite nervous. After a few moments of silence, Ominis finally spoke up. “Are you sure you want to do this Y/N?”

You nodded rapidly as soon as the words left his lips. “Of course… Do you?” The question was thick.

He nodded back and he breathed out, “yes.”

You were about to say something else when the front door opened. Within a few seconds, Sebastian walked into the living room, running his hands through his hair. When he saw you and Ominis sitting on the couch, he grinned immediately. “How long have you been here, Ominis?” Sebastian asked.

“Ah, Sebastian!” Ominis smiled. “I’ve only just arrived myself. Y/N and I were just talking.”

“What were you talking about?” Sebastian pressed, raising his eyebrow as he took off his shoes and putting them under the coffee table situated in the middle of the room.

“Nothing really,” Ominis said quickly, but you decided to tell the truth.

“Ominis was just asking if I was sure this was something I wanted to do.”

“It was Y/N’s idea,” Sebastian remarked. It was then that he noticed you in your nightgown and he yet again raised his eyebrow and grinned mischievously. “What’ve you got under there, my love?” He walked over to you, pulling you up off the sofa and seductively unwrapped your nightgown. He let it drop to the floor revealing your new lace lingerie and Sebastian immediately felt himself getting erect at the sight of you. His mouth dropped open into an ‘o’ shape as his hands trailed your form.

“Do you like it?” You whispered softly. “I bought it just for you.”

“It’s… Incredible,” Sebastian breathed out, trying to calm himself down slightly. His large hands cupped your breasts as he admired the lace that adorned them. You couldn’t help but throw your head back lightly as he pawed at your chest. After a few seconds, his hands dropped to yours and he was dragging you to the bedroom. “Come on.”

“Ominis!” You squeaked, grabbing the blonde’s hand and pulling him off the sofa as Sebastian dragged you to the bedroom. As soon as you entered the bedroom, you let go of Ominis’s hand as Sebastian closed the door behind the three of you.

“Are we starting right away?” Ominis asked, eyes wide.

“If you saw what she was wearing, Ominis, you wouldn’t want to wait another minute,” Sebastian grinned, cupping your covered breasts once more.

“What is she wearing?” Ominis asked, raising an eyebrow.

“The most beautiful dark green lace lingerie set,” Sebastian replied, eyes wide as he continued to trail your body with his hands, grabbing at any and all he could. “Our old house colour, Ominis. Just for us.”

“Mhm,” you nodded, looking between the pair. Sebastian was already unbuckling his trousers as Ominis walked up to you slowly, his hands reaching out to touch your shoulders slowly. When his hands reached your bare shoulders, he sucked in a breath and trailed his hands down to your arms, stroking them softly. “You can touch me Ominis,” you whispered breathily. The blonde man just nodded and bit his lip as his hands made their way to your lace covered waist. You looked over at Sebastian to see the man was already naked from the waist down and stroking his erect cock with need as he watched Ominis gingerly touch you.

“Touch her tits, Ominis,” Sebastian ordered his friend.

Ominis nodded again and moved his hand to your mounds, groping at them easily with his large hands. You let out a soft whimper as Ominis continued to man-handle your boobs and threw your head back lightly, biting your bottom lip. “Oh Merlin,” you whispered as you felt a shot of excitement go straight to your core at another man touching your most intimate places.

He popped your tits out of their cups and bent his head down to lick at your nipples nervously. Taking your right nipple in between his lips, Ominis began to suck softly as he teased your left nipple between his fingers. “Your skin tastes divine,” Ominis murmured between your flesh.

“Doesn’t she just,” Sebastian groaned as he continued to pump himself at the scene in front of him. Ominis shifted his attention to your left nipple, sucking and swirling his tongue around the nub, earning a series of delicious moans to fall from your lips.

“Mhm,” Ominis agreed, his eyes rolling back into his head as he continued his assault on your nipples.

Sebastian pushed Ominis out of the way and attached his own lips to your nipples, swirling his tongue just the way you liked it. Ominis furrowed his eyebrows at the sudden push but wiped some saliva that had pooled at the corner of his mouth as he heard the noises of Sebastian slurping around your breasts. As you relished in the feeling of Sebastian’s mouth on your tits, he pulled down your lace underwear without breaking his movements. You gasped as the warm air hit your cunt, sending a shiver down your spine. Ominis moved behind you and began sucking at the spot where your jugular vein was as Sebastian dipped his free hand down to your slit, stroking it gently and swirling his fingers around your clit.

“Oh Gods, Sebastian,” you whimpered softly. Ominis didn’t appear to like you moaning Sebastian’s name as he bit down lightly on your neck. “Oh, Ominis.”

“Mmm,” Ominis mumbled as he began sucking at your throat.

“You’re so wet baby,” Sebastian whispered huskily against your nipple. “Does it excite you to have two strong men paying attention to you?” You nodded your head, but Sebastian wanted you to use your words. He pinched your nipple and slapped your breast before grumbling. “Use your words princess.”

“Y-Yes!” You gasped, the stinging in your breast sending shivers down your spine.

“That’s a good girl,” Sebastian groaned, thrusting his erection against your thigh slowly to gain some friction. Ominis’s hands were making their way to your breasts again, moving Sebastian’s face out of the way. Sebastian growled slightly but dropped to his knees, eyes now level with your pussy. He admired it, the way it glistened in the light of the room before he licked a long stripe up your slit causing you to jump at the contact. “Taste so fucking good princess,” Sebastian mumbled before going back in for another lick. Ominis was still behind you leaving hickies on your neck and pawing at your tits desperately. You could feel his erection pressing against your back and your mind wandered to how big he would be… Would he be as big as Sebastian? Would he be thicker or skinnier? Would he be curved or not? Your mouth started watering at all the possibilities.

Sebastian continued to eat you out like a man starved. His hands held your lips apart to give him better access to your tight little hole as he dipped his tongue in and out while occasionally paying attention to your clit. Your legs were shaking from the pleasure the two men were giving you and you found yourself swaying on the spot, eyes scrunching closed, head lolling back and mouth hanging open. “Gonna cum,” you whimpered quietly.

Sebastian raised his eyebrow at you and smirked against your cunt. He turned his attention to your clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub violently in a desperate attempt to get you to cum all over his face. His mouth hung open as you squirted with no other warning but he was satisfied nonetheless. “Such a good girl,” Sebastian whispered as he stood up, placing a chaste kiss on your lips giving you a taste of yourself. Ominis moved away from your back and began tugging at his belt, unbuckling it with a sense of urgency. He wanted to relieve himself from the tightness he was feeling. You turned around to see Ominis sitting on your double bed, taking his trousers off, the bulge in his boxers extremely obvious to you now. You looked at Sebastian who nodded to you reassuringly and you sat next to Ominis, helping the fumbling man remove his trousers.

“Need some help?” You whispered into his ear, licking a stripe up his lobe seductively. Ominis nodded, his mouth open slightly as he breathed heavily. You chuckled to yourself and helped him take off his trousers and with one swift motion pulled his underwear down. Ominis gasped as his cock hit his stomach, finally free from the tightness of his clothes. Your eyes widened as you saw his length: he was roughly the same size as Sebastian but curved very slightly to the right. You hovered over Ominis and pressed soft kisses to his cheeks, making your way to his lips before kissing him passionately. He was surprised but was quick to kiss back, his lips moulding with yours almost perfectly. You let out a soft moan into the kiss and bent your hand down to stroke Ominis’s cock slowly, a grumble erupting from his throat the second you wrapped your hand around him. You quickened your pace slightly, grasping his cock tightly as you did. Ominis was breathing heavily, his eyes closed as he relished in the feeling of your hand around his cock. He’d been wanting this since he had first met you, so to finally have you in this situation was a dream come true.

“Oh Merlin,” Ominis gasped, bucking his hips up lightly. You looked at Sebastian and grinned before removing your hand from Ominis’s cock and bending down to take him into your mouth. Ominis gasped once more as soon as your warm mouth enveloped his cock. “Oh shit-” he whimpered. You took his full length into your mouth, gagging slightly as it hit the back of your throat.

“That’s it baby, take him all I know you can do it,” Sebastian whispered as he came up behind you, grasping your hair tightly and forcing you down further onto Ominis’s cock. You gagged yet again, but due to Sebastian’s grip on your hair you were unable to pull up for air until he finally allowed you too. Tears welled in your eyes as Sebastian finally pulled your head up and you began coughing.

“Wait, no, don’t stop,” Ominis whined, looking down in your general direction. “I was so close.”

“We can’t have you cumming yet Ominis,” Sebastian grinned, pushing you down flat onto the bed. Ominis was about to protest, but kept his mouth closed as he felt the bed beneath him shift as Sebastian climbed on top of you. Sebastian admired the marks Ominis had left on your throat and used his finger to trace the marks whilst humming to himself. “You certainly left your mark on her Ominis.”

“Have I?” Ominis asked, a slight regretful tone in his voice.

Sebastian nodded and hummed once more, before pressing his lips to yours passionately. You let another soft moan into the kiss as Sebastian slipped his tongue into your mouth, swirling his tongue around your own. His hands cupped your breasts once more, playing with them again. You moaned into Sebastian’s mouth, your eyes looking towards Ominis who was gently wanking himself off to the sounds of your moans. Then Sebastian pulled away and smiled warmly at you. “Ominis, are you ready? She’s going to suck my cock while you pound that sweet little cunt.”

Ominis nodded as Sebastian shifted you onto all fours before making his way round to your face. Ominis made his way behind you, his hands grazing the lace on your hips to find his way around. When he was settled firmly behind you, Ominis grasped the base of his cock and slicked it up your folds to lubricate it before slowly pushing into you. “Oh Merlin!” You cried out, scrunching your eyes shut.

“Look at me Y/N,” Sebastian ordered. You nodded and opened your eyes, looking up at your boyfriend who was in front of you, his own cock dangerously close to your lips. Ominis was giving you a moment to adjust before he started moving, but Sebastian forced his cock into your mouth immediately. His hips began to thrust into your face as you hollowed your cheeks to suck him off earning a groan from the brunette. Ominis took that as his sign to start moving and slowly began to thrust into you. Moans escaped both of the men's lips as their hips moved in tandem, Ominis thrusting into your cunt and Sebastian thrusting into your mouth. You let out a moan around Sebastian’s cock as Ominis’s pace sped up slightly, causing Sebastian to groan in pleasure. “Does he feel good, Y/N? Baby? Does he feel good?” You nodded, unable to reply with a mouthful of cock. You went to close your eyes but Sebastian slapped you across your face lightly, enough to send a stinging sensation across your cheek and force you to open your eyes. “Look at me when he fucks you. Look at me while I fuck you. Don’t. Stop. Looking.” You nodded again, letting out a soft sight as you took Sebastian deep into your mouth.

“Feels too good,” Ominis whimpered, his hands grasping your hips as he continued to pound into you. He was babbling now about how good you felt wrapped around his cock, about how he’d always wanted to fuck you and have you on your knees for him. His pace sped up even faster now, your body moving forward with each powerful thrust Ominis made. “I’m going to cum, baby, I’m going to cum,” Ominis cried out to you, his hips stuttering as he shot his cum deep inside of your cunt. The sound of Ominis’s whines and moans as he came pushed Sebastian over the edge. He grasped your hair tightly and pounded into your mouth desperate to reach his own release. In seconds, he was cumming in your mouth with a strangled moan.

“Swallow it baby, swallow it,” Sebastian ordered, holding your chin tightly to stop you from opening your mouth and spitting out his cum. You nodded and did as you were told, swallowing every last drop he had given you. “Such a good girl,” he bent down to give you a small kiss on the lips before letting go of your chin allowing you to breathe finally. Ominis had already pulled out of you and collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily.

You smiled, completely fucked out as you lay down on the large bed next to Ominis, cuddling up next to him. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close, relishing in the moment before things went back to how they used to be where he wasn’t allowed to be intimate with you. His hands traced your arm slowly as his breathing went back to normal. Sebastian lay down next to you, spooning you as you remained cuddling with Ominis. It wasn’t long before the three of you had fallen asleep, without a word, just basking in the afterglow of sex. Maybe this would happen again. Maybe it wouldn’t. You could only hope to have a conversation with Sebastian about it when Ominis finally leaves.

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little-emerald-snake · 2 months

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Any chance we can pretty please get a spice level 1000 smut with ominis and mc?

You write so well and atm all im seeing on tumblr is seb.

Im an omi girl and im starving lol

If your current circumstances permit, could you delve into your deepest darkest smut mind and give us a golden heap of descriptive and intricate filth? Haha xxx

We all love you.

I squeal whenever you post. Xxxxx

Hope youre doing well

Did you just come from the Undercroft!? - Ominis Gaunt X F!MC

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

Ohhh boy this one is wayyyy better than my last Doninis request so I apologize. But holy heck…this came from the dark fucked up recesses of my brain so enjoy that 🤣 Thanks for reading love, I’m doing much better after cutting back how much I’ve been writing, I feel rejuvenated and have much better inspiration (ignore the fact I’m posting twice a week again 🙄) 🫶🏻

Warnings: reliving the trauma of Ominis yelling at you for coming out of the Undercroft, Dominis, degradation, name calling (seriously I did not hold back), spitting, spit swallowing, clit/pussy spanking, rough fingering, squirting, spanking thighs and ass, unprotected rough sex, marking, threats of impregnation, threats of defamation, gaslighting, so much use of the word slut, overstimulation, crying during sex, degradation, oral m receiving, cum swallowing, no aftercare (hang in there loves, it’s a tough one)

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She carefully stepped out from the undercroft, glancing around to see the coast was clear before stepping out. Much to her surprise the familiar blonde Slytherin stood there almost as if he was headed there himself. “Hello Sebastian. Wait.”

Her heart began to race in her chest and she momentarily debated making a run for it or staying absolutely silent and pretending she wasn’t there at all. “You there. I can hear you.”

Well there went that plan. The blind Slytherin wasn’t to be trifled with. That much she knew. No sense in hiding if he already knew that she was in fact there and it wasn’t in fact his best friend. “Oh, hello Ominis, isn’t it? I believe we have a few classes together, right?”

The blonde's brows rose and he looked momentarily puzzled before standing a bit straighter. “I recognize that voice. Heard you talking to Garreth Weasley in Potions class. You’re the new fifth-year.”

She was about to cheerily agree but a scowl met his features and her stomach sunk. He looked absolutely furious. “Did you just come from the Undercroft? How did you get in there?”

She swallowed nervously, deciding in that moment that she wouldn’t rat out Sebastian after he’d taken the fall for her in the library. “Oh? That room’s called ‘the Undercroft?’ Ah. Well, I was exploring and suddenly found myself in a strange passageway-“

He frowned deeply, interrupting her with a cutting tone. “Don’t lie to me. No one ‘stumbles’ upon that room. Sebastian told you, didn’t he?”

He suddenly shifted closer to her, nearly pinning her against the clock decorated door to the Undercroft and she swallowed again. “I can’t risk you telling anyone about this place, you know. Sebastian’s going to get an earful about this. He gets into enough trouble as it is and doesn’t need your help in doing so. Come with me.”

He stepped away from her, bringing his wand up to guide him before grabbing her arm and yanking her away from the opening. He carefully opened the passageway to the Undercroft and shoved her inside, stepping in after her and gripping her arm again.

She stumbled as he easily guided her to the couch and tossed her down roughly. She debated getting up and making a run for it but he stood right in front of her, blocking her exit unless she jumped over the back of the sofa. “I’m going to punish you for lying on behalf of Sebastian. I bet he only showed you this place so he wouldn’t be interrupted while taking your sweet pussy. He should know better. This is my hideout. He shouldn’t be bringing his mischievous romps down here anyway.”

She stuttered over her words, anxious as Ominis’ body language changed and his words lost their proper tone and changed to a different, more demanding tone. “I-I…we weren’t doing anything like that. H-he simply was showing me a place to work on my magic since I’m behind. I-I swore I wouldn’t tell anyone about it and I meant that. I-I’d never-“

He tsked her, placing a finger under her chin and tipping her head up to look at him. “You’re loyal to Sebastian. Not me. Therefore I can’t trust you. As for Sebastian, he’s showing you the Dark Arts isn't he? You’re learning the curses with him aren’t you? You will not sully my Undercroft with Dark Magic or your vile sexual acts.”

She pressed herself against the back of the couch, heartbeat thundering behind her ribs all the way down between her legs. She couldn’t explain why his anger was working her up but it was.

He chuckled, wand blinking in his hand. “My my, your heart sure is beating away. Partially because you're scared but there’s something more isn’t there? What? Sebastian teaching you the Dark Arts is riling you up is it? Are you greedy for power? You do realize I’m a Gaunt, right? Sallow is a pureblood wizard but I’m a direct pureblooded descendant of Salazar himself. My blood runs thicker with tragedy than any other wizarding family known to the wizarding world.”

Her mouth went dry. That wasn’t what she was about at all. It had nothing to do with power or learning the Dark Arts which she actually feared. But the way he was speaking to her, boasting himself up and almost trying to compete with Sebastian for her attention had her going. This was a very different side to Ominis.

He snickered, tucking his wand away and lowering himself to kneel on the couch with his hands on the tips of the cushions behind her and his knee between her legs. Her body went rigid when hot breath ghosted across her neck and a hand caressed her stomach, slowly adding pressure and moving downwards. “That’s right. I know you’re a pureblood. I could easily fill you with a Gaunt heir and you would very quickly become an important witch. Your name would be in everyone’s mouth.”

His hand now lifted the hem of her skirt and she nearly choked when a devious smirk decorated Ominis’ features. Shame burned through her. “No bloomers on. You filthy slut. Now I’m sure of it. You were down here trying to fuck Sebastian weren’t you. He’s ever the playboy you know. He’ll stick his cock in anything. You aren’t special.”

Her heart raced, squirming as his fingers traced up her inner thigh to find her soaking wet pussy. He groaned, yanking her skirt up and moving her knees apart a bit to spit directly onto her sex. The action caught her off guard but he flattened his palm, rubbing her pussy with his flattened fingers by starting slow and getting rougher.

She held back whimpers and moans but this only made him angrier. She gasped as his free hand moved off the cushions and squeezed her cheeks. The action forced her lips to open and that was when he spit inside her mouth, fingers still roughly rubbing against her sensitive sex.

She hesitated, freezing with his spit in her mouth now and unsure what to do. He chuckled darkly, seeming to sense her dilemma. “Swallow it. Filthy slut. You better consider this an honor.”

She swallowed. It felt wrong but that didn’t stop her body from responding with hot electric tingles spreading down her body. He chuckled, finding her clit with the ball of his palm and rubbing aggressively. The sensation it caused danced on the line of torture and pleasure. The pressure was too much but that didn’t stop her hips from canting upwards.

This was all too much. She was careening toward an orgasm, hips bucking and moving to try and wring pleasure from the overstimulating torture. In a moment of relief he pulled his hand away, spitting down on her pussy again, releasing her jaw and caging her in with his arm. She thought the torturous pleasure would be done but that’s when his palm reunited with her sex in a loud slap.

The sound got her more than anything but the intense heat that burned from the sensation of the spank caused her to whine. He only grinned spanking a few more times in quick succession.

She reached down to grip his wrist and pull him away but he only chuckled, overpowering her with strength and shoving two fingers inside. She lost her battle, still holding his wrist but no longer pushing him away as he began a brutal pace, finger fucking her rather agressively. “This is how you learn, useless slut.”

It was intense but she couldn’t deny it had her hips lifting in pleasure again. Especially when those long slender fingers curled, hammering directly against her g spot and dragging her closer to the edge her body was teetering on. “Ah! Oh Ominis! I-I’m gonna-!”

He kept up the brutal pace, laughing at her pitiful behavior below him as he kneeled over her and drove her to the brink. She gave a sharp cry, body arching upwards as a pressure she’d never felt before took over. “You’re not supposed to like this, greedy little slut.”

When the pressure faded and the high of her orgasm faded she floated back to reality, ears still lightly ringing. She could hear Ominis’ condescending tone trying to break through.

After a moment she finally registered when he was saying. “How dare you make a mess of the furniture in my Undercroft. Look at this fucking mess. Are you listening to me!? Your pleasure should be irrelevant to me.”

She opened her eyes, glancing down between her legs where Ominis had pulled his now dripping fingers away to motion at the damp cushions below her. Luckily for him, he’d managed to dive away before getting splashed with her mess as his clothes were dry. His hand and the furniture below her had no such luck.

She had hot tears welling in her eyes. She’d never squirted before and now from something so rough. How could this have happened? She didn’t have long to process before Ominis’ hand landed on her parted thigh with a slap that echoed through the stone walls of the room.

She gasped, the heat that blossomed to the top of her skin, making it red and sensitive, surprising her. He spanked her again just a bit higher and she snapped her legs shut, causing him to laugh. “What? Can’t take a punishment properly? You shouldn’t have lied to me then, you stupid girl.”

She whimpered and he took her hand, helping her up. She sighed a breath of relief. It was short lived though as he flipped her over and positioned her on her hands and knees in front of him, yanking her skirt up to leave her bare before him.

His palm came down hard on the round cheek of her ass, causing her to gasp and lurch forward in surprise. “That’s for making a such a fucking mess.”

She peered over her shoulder, swallowing harshly as she heard the zipper of his trousers and felt the blunt tip of him against her entrance. She didn’t have time to deny him as he shoved into her, slamming his hips forward and burying himself inside her wet warmth.

She gasped, biting into her lip at the slight sting of such a quick intrusion. He filled her so completely full she’d never felt anything like it. She gasped when he moved, dragging himself back out and grunting as he stuffed himself right back in.

He held her hips in a firm grasp, fucking into her agressively. With every slam of his hips it became just a bit clearer that this fucking was meant as a punishment. Yes it felt incredible but his pace was brutal, rough and quick and meant to get a point across.

Just as she was beginning to fall into pleasure and tighten around him he was pulling out of her and flipping her onto her back. He wasted little time slamming back into her and resuming the animalistic pace of fucking her.

He leant down over her, baring his teeth against her neck and scraping against her delicate skin. He fucked her faster, biting and suckling bruises into her soft skin.

The pleasure was driving her closer and closer to the edge but she knew people would surely question her about the hickeys he was leaving. She attempted to shove him off, causing a snarl to rise from his throat and he released her abused flesh and growled against her ear. “If you tell anyone it was me who marked you, I’ll deny it. I’ll tell everyone you’re a filthy little liar and that you are nowhere near my league. I’ll publically humiliate you. Is that what you want?”

She pitifully shook her head and tears bubbled up to the surface. She was moaning and crying, pain, pleasure and emotional whiplash being the cause. But her body shook and she experienced a soul shredding orgasm. Fat hot tears rolled down her cheeks as she rippled around him, whimpering and crying out as she came.

He growled in frustration, pulling out of her and falling back against the couch, pulling her with and seating her in his lap. “How dare you cum on my cock without my permission. You’re going to fucking earn it this time, you hear that slut? Ride me to get your pleasure since you’re such a greedy cock slut.”

She was so lost in the pleasure and the chaos that she did, placed her hands on his shoulders and rolled her hips on his, riding him and whimpering. “That’s right. Take my cock. Forget all about dallying with Sebastian. Enabling him like a naughty little bitch behind my back. Stupid girl, playing with the Dark Arts.”

She cried, overwhelmed from how good it felt to fuck him and how hot it was to be degraded by him but his words did cut deep. She hadn’t slept with Sebastian at all but the idea that Ominis wanted to fuck Sebastian out of her system lit a fire inside of her. He laughed heartily at her tears. “Are you overwhelmed silly slut? Can’t take being told what a useless and dumb little hole you are? Thats alright. I’m done with your pussy. Get on the floor where sluts belong. This filthy pussy isn’t good enough to be bred by a Gaunt. Your mouth will have to do.”

He practically shoved her off, more or less tossing her to the floor before sliding forward on the seat and gripping a fistful of her hair and using her mouth. She watched through watery eyes as he fucked her mouth, pumping her mouth full of thick, hot, salty cum.

She immediately wanted to spit it out but he pinched her nose and pulled his cock out, forcing her head back and brushing down the front of her throat till she swallowed his essence. He laughed meanly, tapping her cheek. “That’s right. You’re a good slut. Even if you are an absolute shit liar.”

He stood up, straightening himself out and putting himself back together before pulling his wand from his robe pocket and sauntering towards the door. “No more encouraging Sebastian to get into trouble? You hear me? If he comes up with some ‘brilliant plan’ you bring it to me immediately. Now, go clean up and go to bed…although, I must admit you are prettier when you’re overstimulated. And remember what I said. You tell anyone anything about this and I’ll have this entire school pitted against you. I’m not afraid to exploit my father being friends with Headmaster Black if I need to.”

Without another word he left her, tears streaming, throat raw, and pussy aching from the roughness.

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blue--ingenue · 9 months

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Ominis Gaunt headcannons {Pt. 1}

Author's Note: hi loves! this is the first time i've written for Ominis Gaunt hehe. he's such a little guy™️ and i really enjoyed exploring his character a bit more. i'm going to start a taglist for this series as well, so let me know if you'd like to be added :)

you two aren’t particularly close at first, but that all changes after the events of the scriptorium. he has a difficult time trusting people (having survived his family’s atrocities), so when he meets you, a stranger leaving his most treasured safe space, he immediately shuts you out. after the scriptorium he decides to get to know you, and realizes he’s found a kindred spirit

he wants to give Noctua a proper burial, but he can’t move her remains to the family mausoleum without his parents finding out that he unlocked Salazar Slytherin’s scriptorium. (he won’t allow them to access the dark magic lying within. the last thing they need is more power.). you help him transport his aunt’s remains to a hilltop near the castle, the closest thing to home he has. you lay her to rest, conjure a simple headstone, and he just- breaks

all the terror, nerves, and stress of the last few days kept him wrought with tension, and this small mercy is what finally severs the strings holding him upright. he has no blood relatives left to lose, he can feel Anne slipping away, and he can feel Sebastian drifting farther and farther away in his desperation to save his twin. maybe it feels easier, then, crying into the shoulder of a near-stranger as he grieves the family he’s lost and those he’s currently losing

you walk to classes together, occasionally sit next to him at meals, and soon his presence becomes a constant in your life

he slowly lets his guard down as you grow closer. despite his posh exterior he’s perfectly capable of being a little shit (affectionate)

he doesn’t directly cuss, but his silver-tongued insults could rip anyone to shreds

he absolutely pretends to misplace his wand as an excuse to hold onto you. Sebastian sees through the ruse from a mile away, but bites his tongue

his hearing isn’t the only sense that can become painfully overstimulating. he learned early on that certain textures can be overwhelming (particularly scratchy wool, or too-tight dress shirts). you’ve gathered every type of clothing under the sun from the chests you’ve come across on your adventures, so you experiment with the different fabrics, finding ways to get Ominis to touch the fabric and cataloging each reaction. eventually you have a running list of his favorite and least-favorite textures. for christmas you buy him the softest, baggiest sweater from Gladrags. needless to say, he absolutely adores it

speaking of the sweater, he practically lives in it for the duration of Christmas break. it’s an incredibly endearing sight. the sleeves are loose and extend past his arms. the tip of his wand just barely pokes out from the end of his sleeve. when he sits to play piano, they pool gently around his wrists so that he can glide his hands across the keys unperturbed. you catch him asleep on the couch by the fire in the common room. he’s comfortably curled up, nestled into the neck of the sweater and tucking his hands into the sleeves to chase away the chill

likes downplay his fashion sense, but this boy knows exactly how good he looks in every curated outfit. it’s the one thing he’s grateful for learning from the Gaunt household

#ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt x y/n #ominis gaunt x you #angst #fluff #hurt/comfort

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matchavellichor · 10 months

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I don't know if you're still taking requests, but if you are, I have this request that would make for some good angst C: Fem MC proclaiming that she'll only date a man who can best her in a duel. And Ominis ends up winning, shocking everyone including MC but she's happy about it. Up to you if smut follows after <3

A/N: I loved this idea, ty for the request! I didn't really make it angsty sorrryyy :c but I hope I compensated with the dominis smut at the end and that you enjoy nonetheless <3

How to Win the Girl

Ominis Gaunt x f!MC - NSFW - Friends to Lovers - 4.9k words - ao3

Part 2

Tags: Pining, Unrequited Love, Jealous Ominis, Dominis, Rough Sex, Classroom Sex

Summary: After hearing her proclaim that she'll only date someone who can beat her in a duel, Ominis grows determined to win her affections by any means necessary.

“I’m a simple man. I’ll snog anything with a decent enough behind.” Sebastian proclaimed matter-of-factly.

She didn’t know how this became the topic of discussion over breakfast at the Great Hall, but she indulged him nonetheless. Ominis seemed completely uninterested in the subject matter, engrossed in a Potions textbook he was currently tracing over diligently with his wand in a last bid attempt to pass the final practical exam.

She cast him a sidelong glance as she cut into her eggs. “I’ll make sure to tell Poppy to keep her mooncalves away from you.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Okay, anything decent and human.” He paused for a moment, contemplating, before he amended. “Actually, no, I did have a little tango with a Centaur some blue moon ago…”

She blinked at him. “You genuinely concern me, you know that?”

“She was cute!” He scoffed defensively. “Excuuuse me for embracing diversity. Pray tell, what are your shining standards, hm?”

She paused for a moment, considering, before she shrugged and took a swig of her pumpkin juice. “He has to beat me in a duel.”

She didn’t notice the way Ominis immediately perked up beside her, unburying his nose from the pages of his book and narrowing his attention on the conversation he had been only half-listening to.

Sebastian snorted. “Ha! Good one. You’ll die alone at that rate. Better start collecting kneazles to keep you company.”

She rolled her eyes. “Just because you’re incompetent with a wand, doesn’t mean every man is, Sebastian.”

“Hey! Incompetent is harsh. I prefer the term mildly handicapped.” He protested. “And just a duel? Like one time?”

“Yup. One duel.”

Sebastian rose resolutely from his seat, slipping from the bench hastily and nearly knocking over several goblets in the process.

“Where on earth are you going?”

“I have to go practice. If I knew a roundabout with the Hero of Hogwarts was on the line I would’ve tried much harder at Crossed Wands.” He gave her a wink.

She grimaced and called out to him as he quickly made his way down the rows of tables towards the exit. “You are excluded from the list of contending bachelors, Sebastian!”

“Square is fair!” He called back and she bit back a laugh at his butchering of the Muggle saying.

Beside her, Ominis looked very much enthralled in the textbook he was only pretending to read, his thoughts instead drifting to other matters. He had spent far too long hopelessly pining for her to not consider the opportunity he was just presented with.

It was no unknown fact that she was notoriously hard to get, and that reality had only served to make him want her even more. It was utter torture.

He was so unused to not getting what he wanted, and the stubborn little witch sitting beside him just so happened to be what he wanted most.

He rose from his seat with much more patience than Sebastian did, though arguably fueled by an even greater determination to finally win her affections.

“Where are you going? I thought we were going to study for Potions together.” She frowned as she watched him slip past her down the Great Hall.

“I’ll make it up to you.”

He made his way to the exit and rushed to the Undercroft in Sebastian’s footsteps, his magic thrumming in his veins with a vibrant, newfound energy.

Sebastian crashed into a groaning heap on the stone floor of the Undercroft after the leviosa Ominis had casted wore off after a few seconds.

“Fuck’s sake, Ominis,” he sat up, rubbing his throbbing head. “I thought you said you’d go easy.”

“That was easy.” Ominis crossed his arms, thrumming his fingers impatiently on his forearm as he waited for Sebastian to collect himself and get up again.

He admittedly had been a bit harsher than usual, using this “practice” as an excuse to take out his displeasure and poorly-concealed jealousy in Sebastian trying to win her affections in a duel himself. The mere thought of him anywhere near her had his magic coursing through his wand with an added bite and ferocity that usually wasn’t there.

Sebastian shook the woozy feeling from behind his eyes as he positioned himself in an offensive stance again. The first hex had barely slipped off his tongue before Ominis had a protego up and was veering a counteroffensive stinging jinx towards him.

No matter how fast he cast, the blonde always seemed to be one step ahead, moving lithely around the stone pillars in the Undercroft while Sebastian lept and rolled out of the way of his spells.

It didn’t take long for Sebastian to inevitably cry forfeit, after a barreling confringo missed his head by a few centimeters, singing the tips of his brown locks.

Ominis made his way over and outstretched a hand to help his friend off the ground. The brunette instead took this as an opportunity to tug him to the floor along with him.

He rolled his eyes. “Very mature, Sebastian.”

“Maturity is one of my many attractive qualities, you should know this by now, Ominis.”

“Yes, right there alongside your dueling abilities.” He jeered. “So…where do these duels take place, anyways?”

Ominis warily dodged the sounds of hexes and charms as he made his way through the dueling club towards Lucan Brattleby. Approaching the Gryffindor, he placed the few galleons for the entrance fee on the counter in front of him.

“I’d like to duel, please.”

Lucan eyed him up and down with poorly-concealed disbelief. “You’d like to duel?”

Ominis’ jaw set. “Did I stutter?” He nodded his head towards where he had heard her engrossed in a duel with a trio of upper-years when he walked in. “And I’d like to duel her.”

Lucan laughed as if the blonde had told a terrific joke, and then when he noticed Ominis had remained completely stoic and unamused, quieted. “Oh, you’re serious?”

Ominis’ fists tensed at his sides. He was used to being underestimated due to his condition, but it didn’t make the blatant disrespect any less infuriating. “Are you going to let me fight or not?”

“Well, we have a hierarchy here, mate.” Lucan scoffed. “You can’t just walk in and duel someone. Especially not someone her level. You start at the bottom rank and win your way up.”

Ominis was mentally restraining himself from engaging in his own duel with the annoying little prat in front of him when Sebastian made his way over and clapped a hand over the blonde’s shoulders with a grin.

“Come to watch me fight, old pal?”

Ominis turned and raised an eyebrow and Sebastian winced. “Er…poor choice of words, sorry.”

“I’ve come to participate, actually.”

Sebastian raised his brows. “Against me? You haven’t battered me to your satisfaction already?”

“No, not against you, although I’ll admit I’ll never be satisfied with any level of battering I’m allowed to inflict on you.” He nodded his head towards where she was still battling on the mats. “Against her.”

Sebastian’s brows reached his hairline now. “Ominis Gaunt, you little minx.” He butted the blonde’s shoulder playfully. “Trying to conquer her for yourself, eh? How come this is the first I’m hearing about this?”

Ominis rolled his eyes. “Don’t be so crass, Sebastian. I don’t want to conquer her, how antiquated.” He muttered admonishingly. “I want to prove myself to her. But, someone here won’t let me.” He narrowed his eyes at Lucan who had been listening curiously to their conversation.

Lucan steepled his fingers over his chin contemplatively. “Hold on. You said Ominis Gaunt, right? As in…heir-of-Slytherin, dark-magic, rich-up-the-wazoo, Gaunt?”

Ominis’s mouth set into a line at his family’s notoriety before giving a reluctant nod.

“I’ll tell you what. Pay triple the entrance fee and I’ll let you jump ahead and get your ass kicked by your little girlfriend.”

Ominis fished out the hefty sum of galleons from his pocket and slammed it on the counter, not pleased, but certainly in no position of loss by the demand. He’d be willing to pay a hundred times the amount if it meant a chance at winning her hand.

“Pleasure doing business with you.” Lucan greedily pocketed the money before handing the blonde his entrance slip, indicating his place for the duel. “Also, hope you’re aware that no Unforgivables are allow—”

Ominis scowled before yanking the ticket from his hand. “Sod off.”

He cut past the crowd of onlookers and found his place in line by the mats where she was dueling, that same ardent determination making his magic hum in his core as he listened to her cast spell after spell.

He couldn’t deny he felt a bit nervous about actually being in a battle with her. He had thrown around Sebastian in the Undercroft enough times, but never had he faced an opponent as formidable as her. Every incantation rolled off her tongue with a practiced amount of ease, short and concise, and he didn’t have to see her to know she was barely breaking a sweat as she fought off three foes on her own.

He would have to be creative if he were going to come out victorious.

When the match was declared a definitive win for her, she made her way off the dueling mats and broke into a smile when she caught sight of Ominis on the outskirts of the crowd.

“Ominis! What’re you doing here?”

He held up his queue slip. “Whatever one normally does at a dueling club.”

The corner of her mouth quirked in subtle amusement. “I’ll be eager to see your skills in the arena.”

“You’ll see them, alright.” He smirked. “We’re up next.”

She was certainly surprised by this revelation, but to his satisfaction, made no doubtful comments about his sparring abilities. Instead, she stretched her shoulders and promptly got back onto the dueling mat, beckoning for him to follow.

“Come on, then. I’ll make this quick for you.”

She in fact did not make this quick for him.

She was soon greatly impressed by the realization that Ominis was actually an incredibly talented duelist.

Sharp and agile, every swish of his wand calculated and precise. She was half-convinced his lack of sight actually led him to have even quicker reflexes than her average opponent, deflecting every single one of her spells with ease.

Her pleasant curiosity quickly turned into begrudging frustration, though, when they’d been throwing hexes back and forth with no considerable gain made on either of their parts.

Never one to accept a draw, she cast the next spell with a little bit of extra ferocity, determined to at least knock the blonde off his feet and pull this duel that had stretched on for far too long now closer to its end.

Unfortunately, she underestimated her own strength, and had caught Ominis in an unfortunate blind-spot —pun unintended— flinging him backwards across the arena. He landed with a sickening thud on the floor after colliding with one of the arched pillars in the room.

She winced as she knew that must’ve hurt. Badly.

Which is why to her concern, and increasing horror, Ominis hadn’t let out even a single whimper of pain. Instead, lying completely motionless and cold, sprawled out on the flagstone floor.

Her stomach sank.

Immediately, she ran over to him, her wand slipping from her fingers and clattering to the floor as she fought the nauseating dread inside of her at the thought of having seriously hurt him.

Sinking to her knees before him, she immediately took his face in her hands, scouring over him for any signs of serious injuries.

She had only briefly noticed the slightest quirk of his lips, before she was flipped over onto her back with his wand pressed under her chin, his hips bracketing hers to the floor as he held her down with his weight.

Several emotions passed through her at once. First, the terrified dread dissipated from her system, quickly replaced by molten-hot anger at being so cruelly tricked, which then morphed into something almost akin to admiration for someone actually having gotten the best of her for once.

Strangest of all though, was the budding feeling of something else pulling just below her navel, as she realized just how close they were in this position. His hips pressed flush against hers, his breath ghosting her lips almost imperceptibly. Her entire body warmed.

Ominis held the most self-satisfied smirk she’d ever seen hovering above her, levels of smugness to rival even that of Sebastian’s, as he kept his wand pressed firmly under her chin with one hand and her wrists pinned tightly to the ground in his other.

Finally, she mustered the ability to speak, though her voice regrettably came out a lot more unsteady than intended with the feel of his body on hers making her thoughts hazy.

“Get—get off me!”

Ominis tsked, shaking his head. “Make me.” He tilted his head and his lips curled at the corners, infuriatingly sly. “Use your wand, go on.”

She struggled against his hand futilely, but quickly realized that even if she was strong enough to free her wrists, she had recklessly abandoned her wand about ten feet away on the floor in her panic. She whined in frustration.

“Forfeit?”

“No!” She protested, her pride getting the better of her. Though she quickly realized that wandless and pinned underneath a wizard nearly twice her size, she had little leeway in turning around the outcome of this duel.

He raised an eyebrow expectantly as he waited patiently for the little gears in her head to turn and click and realize that she had actually lost.

She had never lost a duel before.

She expected to feel devastated. To have suffered an agonizing blow to her ego, to feel mortified, something. But instead she could feel nothing but mesmerization as she stared up at Ominis above her, features cool and nonplussed.

He had won. Square is fair.

Finally, she relented and muttered through gritted teeth, “Fine. I lost. Now get off me.”

He grinned as he finally slipped off her, her cheeks proceeding to heat even more at the brief brush of the front of his trousers against hers. As she sat up from the floor, she noticed with even greater embarrassment that the entire club had stopped what they were doing to gawk at them.

She wanted to sink into the floor and disappear.

Quickly picking up her wand from where it had been discarded on the floor, she cleared her throat and with as much practiced sportsmanship as she could muster, directed a tight, “Good game.” towards Ominis before promptly departing from the hall.

It wasn’t long before she heard the tell-tale sounds of footsteps tailing her down the corridor. She glanced back to see Ominis jogging to catch up.

“Where are you going?”

She sighed. “Ominis, if you plan on rubbing it in my face how much of a better duelist you are, I’m really not in the mood.”

“What? I’m by no means better. Honestly, I don’t even come anywhere close.” He settled into pace beside her, his tone sympathetic and understanding. “I just had…stronger motivations.”

She looked up at him curiously and reluctantly decided to indulge him. She crossed her arms and stilled in her tracks, raising an eyebrow inquisitively. “Stronger motivations?”

He nodded. “That’s what it’s really all about, isn’t it?” He stepped closer to her as he continued, “It doesn’t really matter how powerful you are, only what you’re willing to do to win. Willpower supersedes strength by brute force.”

“How ambitious, spoken like a true Slytherin.” She teased with an eye roll. “Tell me, then, what strong motivations are behind Ominis Gaunt’s willpower?”

His lips curled into something almost predatory, and she had never seen him look the way he did now in the dim light of the secluded hallway. Usually so soft-spoken and unimposing, Ominis looked as if he had just won some grand prize she was unaware of. He crowded her against a woven tapestry adorning the wall and her breath caught in her throat.

A sticky-hot warmth seeped through her as she found herself once again pinned under the compelling presence of the blonde in front of her. Her eyes instinctively flitted to his lips, and for some reason she expected him to kiss her then.

For some reason she wanted him to.

Instead, he pulled away, slipping his hand into hers and interlacing their fingers.

“Come on. I’ll show you.”

She found she could do little more but mindlessly obey at the moment.

Ominis couldn’t wipe the smile from his face as he pulled her along down long corridors, leading her to the secluded stretch of empty classrooms in the northern wing of the castle.

He had never witnessed the hard-headed little witch so incredibly flustered before. It was a terribly addicting feeling.

And although he usually prided himself on being so decorous and patient, he couldn’t help but throw all caution to the wind as he strode hastily down the halls in an urgent bid to finally get her alone.

His heart thrummed in his chest at the very thought.

Clicking open the door to an empty classroom with a wordless alohomora, he dragged her inside and pushed her against the door immediately, body pressed flushed to hers.

He half-expected her to hex his bollocks off at his imprudence, but when she did little more than let out a soft squeak of surprise, he leaned into her even further.

“Where’s your wand?”

His lips were so close, she could barely even think straight.

“In — In my pocket.”

He smiled in satisfaction at the dazedness in her voice, her breath coming out in short little pants against his lips. He slipped his arm down to feel for her pocket and she gasped when she felt his hand grope at her thigh.

“Good,” He murmured when he felt the familiar wood poking through the pocket of her skirt. “If you’d like me to stop, use it. We both know you have no trouble defending yourself.”

Before she could ask stop what, his lips were capturing hers in a suffocating kiss, her words dying on a gasp.

Even if she did possess the current mental capacities to slip a hand into her pocket and fling him off her, she had no idea why she would ever want to. He felt heavenly.

He groaned into her mouth when she sank into the kiss, slipping a hand to hold her jaw, pressing himself further against her to keep her pinned and still just where he wanted her.

She had never felt so utterly listless and weak.

Stripped of all reason, a melting puddle of warm sensations as his tongue met hers and explored her mouth in earnest. Her legs had gone limp the moment he had pressed his lips to hers, and she was more than grateful for the way his hips were currently supporting her against the door.

The kiss was far from anything she would’ve expected from the ever-composed and austere Ominis Gaunt. It was messy and lewd, too starved for any sense of decorum, leaving her spit-sticky and aching until she could barely even recall her own name.

“Fuck,” He whispered, breathless, as he came up for a brief moment of air. He was seemingly just as wrecked as she was, his voice hoarse. “I’ve wanted to taste this pretty little mouth for so, so—”

The whimper she let out as she instinctively pressed her lips back against his was nothing short of pathetic, but Ominis seemed to have adored it if the twitch she felt against her hips was any indicator.

The way he rutted softly against her as he took her lips in kiss after bruising kiss made her head dizzy. Seemingly brought to his limit, he pulled her away from the door in favor of pinning her against one of the empty desks instead, slotting himself in between her legs.

She gasped when she felt him then, throbbing and strained against his trousers.

He huffed an amused breath of a laugh. “Feel that?” He nosed at her jaw, inhaling the intoxicating scent of lavender that made him throb even more in his pants. “That’s what you do to me.”

Her head fell back when his tongue connected with the soft, sensitive skin of her neck, licking a greedy stripe down her throat as if he wanted to sink his teeth into her.

He felt like a man starved. He was so tired of being patient, of hopelessly longing for her from a distance.

Actually having her there, in his hands, soft and pliable and mewling his name as he peppered her skin in kisses, licks, and love bites, was enough to almost make him lose all sense of self-restraint.

Hell, it was almost enough to make him finish in his trousers he quickly noticed as he drew his hips back with a hiss. He flipped her onto her stomach on the wooden surface before he got ahead of himself.

She gasped from his assertiveness, at just how out of control he seemed, usually so reserved and cautious. That flicker of desire inside of her roared into tumultuous, consuming flames.

He slipped a hand into her pocket and grabbed her wand, placing it on the desk right above her head in eyesight.

“What did I say?”

She panted, thoughts hazy, but tried to construct some semblance of a coherent sentence anyway. “If I — I want you to stop, use it.”

“Mhm,” He hummed in approval before pressing a kiss to her temple. “Good girl.”

She preened at the praise, arching back into him, feeling him pressed stiffly against her arse, thick and so incredibly stiff through the fabric of his trousers.

She wanted to burn all her pride and beg him to fuck her, touch her, anything to satiate the unbearable yearning inside.

“Needy little witch,” He grunted as he felt her rub herself back against him. He brought a hand to her hips to still her. “Be patient, hm? I’ve been patient for you, haven’t I?”

She nodded, forehead falling to lay against the desk as she let his hands explore her, groping the soft flesh in his strong fingers. He leaned over her, his breath warm against the shell of her ear.

“So fucking patient.” He murmured as he ran his hands down her sides in admiration. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited? How many times I’ve come into my own hand thinking of you bent over for me just like this?” He nipped at her ear, scraping a biting kiss down her jaw until she whined from the sting. His cock ached in his trousers with every little noise she made.

Unable to bear it any longer, he fisted her skirt in his hands and tugged the fabric over her hips in a single, succinct motion. Her breath hitched in her throat but she made no move for her wand, sitting idly by where her hand was palm down on the surface of the table.

“Gorgeous,” He breathed against her skin, tugging her blouse down one shoulder so his lips could find contact with the sensitive patch of skin there. “So perfect for me.”

His fingers trailed up her thighs and quickly found their way between her legs, rubbing soft, slow swirls over her knickers. The way he had been talking to her, touching her almost reverently, had already left an embarrassingly sticky mess between her thighs.

Ominis groaned as soon as he felt it seeping through the sheer fabric. “I need to be inside of you.”

He hooked a finger into the hem of her knickers and tugged it down her legs, helping her step out of it before tucking it into his pocket. He pressed against her again and she squirmed from the feeling of the bulk of him against her bare cunt.

“Look at you. Making such a mess on my trousers.” He ground his hips into her even more as he felt her wetness sully the fabric.

She keened. “Please, Ominis…”

“Please what?” She heard the metal clink of his belt as he began to divest himself behind her and she clenched around nothing in anticipation.

She tucked her face into her hands, desire sending blood to her cheeks as she finally reduced herself to begging. “Please, please, please fuck me,”

His forehead fell to her shoulder at the sound of her pleading, his grip turning vice-like on her hip. She felt him then, the blunt tip of his cock pressed right against her entrance.

“This is what you want?”

She nodded fervently, her head fallen lax against the table. He tangled his fingers into her hair and tugged her up until her back was pressed to his chest not letting her hide from him.

“Say it.” He gritted through clenched teeth. “Tell me this is what you want.”

“Please, please, oh Gods, I— I want this, I want this so—”

Her words died on a strangled gasp as he sheathed himself completely inside of her. Her legs went limp, and she would’ve fallen forward if he didn’t snake a hand around her waist to keep her flush to him, her head falling back against his shoulder.

“Always knew you’d have the tightest little cunt.” He pressed a kiss against her warm cheek, his breathing heavy against her skin as he hummed in approval at the feeling of her squeezing him. “Alright? Hurts?”

She shook her head, grinding her hips back against his in a show of just how good it felt.

He huffed a laugh at her eagerness before easing his own hips back and bringing them back to meet hers again. This time, he let her fall forward onto the desk, her nails digging into the wood as she moaned from the intrusion. He felt so big inside of her, stretching her out so deliciously until she felt full to the brim.

Her hip bones bit into the desk as his thrusts slowly became more forceful, jolting her and pressing into that sensitive little spot on her walls that made her toes curl. When her wand clattered to the floor following a particularly hard thrust, her lips parted in awe at the wandless bit of magic he used to bring it to his hand and back into her eyesight.

She had never been more attracted to the wizard currently fucking her senseless.

She couldn’t contain the sounds spilling from her mouth as he fucked into the desk, pathetic and utterly depraved noises that seemed to only spur him on even more. His pace grew punishing, pulling similarly debased noises from the back of his throat as he slid in and out of her.

“Kiss me. Gods, fucking kiss me.” He groaned, taking her jaw in hand and tilting her chin back so he could capture her lips. She moaned into his mouth and he responded in kind, nipping at her bottom lip until she squeaked. He’d never get enough of these noises.

“Perfect. Fucking. Witch.” He grunted, and his voice was low and rough, a wrecked, gravelly mess as he continued to rut harshly inside of her. “Mine now, aren’t you? All mine. Fuck.”

She nodded fervently, feeling inclined to agree to just about anything coming from his mouth when he was pushing her so close to release, building up that aching knot behind her navel and winding it tighter and tighter.

He could feel her walls fluttering around him, feel just how close to the edge she was. Reaching a hand in front of them to rub tight little circles between her legs, he pressed his lips to her ear.

“That’s it, you’re so close, aren’t you,? I can feel you tightening around me. Be a good girl and come on my cock.”

The combined feeling of his hand between her thighs, him thrusting so perfectly inside of her, and the filthy things he was whispering in her ears, was enough to push her over the edge.

She came with a sharp cry, her entire body trembling while he continued to fuck her through her climax, falling over the edge along with her. She felt a warmth coat her insides as he pumped inside of her, his face tucked into her neck while he murmured incoherent praises into her skin.

He kissed all over any exposed patch of skin he could find as he tried to regain some semblance of composure, his chest heaving. He mouthed softly at her jaw as he finally pulled out, and she winced at the slight soreness from the abrasion. His brows knit together.

“Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head, giggling at his sudden concern. “I’m okay.”

He looked unconvinced as he collected her in his arms. “Do you promise?”

She smiled and leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips. “I’m fine, I promise. Probably won’t be able to walk properly for a few days, but…”

He chuckled. “Well, that won’t do, I have a date planned for us. Will I have to carry you through the castle in my arms? A bit of a forward way to announce our relationship, but I’ll oblige I suppose…”

He made to wrap her legs around his waist and she bat at his arms. “Awfully presumptuous of you to assume we’re in a relationship already, Ominis.” She raised an eyebrow.

He returned the inquisitive look. “I’ve met your terms, haven’t I?”

She sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck, tucking her head against his chest. She couldn’t help the warm, fuzzy feeling she felt deep in her stomach, possibly a side-effect of all the post-orgasm endorphins making her head buzz. Nonetheless, she felt inclined to peck his cheek and concede with a smile.

“Yes. I suppose you have.”

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grandeoatmilklatte · 7 months

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Kinktober #2 🎃 - Ominis x Stealing

This might be the naughtiest thing I've ever written. 😂 Enjoy??

Warnings: NSFW/18+ | m4sturb4t!0n (male) | fing3r!ng (female) | p4nty sniffing (consensual!) | characters are aged up, 18+, and in 7th year!

Ominis Gaunt x Panty Stealing (F!MC) (1274 words)

The Slytherin common room was silent as Ominis passed through the snake entrance. He needed a quiet spot, and now was the perfect time, since most of the student body would be at dinner. His destination was his dorm room, but he needed to make a pit stop first.

As he entered the dorm room he knew to be his girlfriend’s, he internally thanked Sebastian for teaching him how to bypass the enchantments that normally would have prevented him from entering. Her leftover scent led him directly to her bed, and with some help from his wand, he found what he was looking for, a shiver running up his spine when the coveted item was in his possession. He shoved it into his pocket before darting off to his own room.

Once he was secure and alone in his room, he made quick work of his clothes and laid on his bed. He took his cock in one hand, already hard and wet, and in his other hand was the item he had stolen from her room - a dirty pair of her panties.

He’d never admit it to anyone, and at any other time he’d find his behavior shameful, but he had a naughty little habit of stealing and using his girlfriend’s underwear for his own pleasure, especially when they were stained with the remnants of prior activities. As he felt the garment between his fingers, he remembered their fun in the library only an hour ago.

“It was just supposed to be a normal study break.” Ominis remembered telling himself. But her perfume smelled so divine, and her voice as smooth as honey. He couldn’t help but lean in, snaking his hand under her skirt and under the waistband of the panties currently in his hand. Her soft, muffled gasps as she tried to keep quiet were music to his ears. As soon as her release hit, he pulled his fingers out, ensuring that she’d ruin her underwear.

“Oh Ominis! You naughty boy! Now I need to go shower before dinner. I’ll meet you later in the Great Hall!”

But Ominis didn’t meet her. Instead he waited until he knew she wouldn’t be in her room, so he could claim his prize for a job well done.

That’s how he found himself here, stroking his cock as his thumb ran over the gusset of her panties, soft moans falling from his parted lips. It was still slightly damp from earlier, which made his cock twitch. He brought the garment up to his nose, inhaling deeply. Her scent was intoxicating, and he let out a groan as he began to pump himself harder as he continued filling his nose with her.

Ominis always made sure she never found out about his habit, always returning the dirty garment to her laundry basket afterwards. His deviance didn’t come from a place of dissatisfaction or unhappiness with her either. They had an extremely loving relationship, and a healthy sex life. But there was something about this that made Ominis crazy - knowing how easily his fingers alone could bring her to orgasm, and then knowing that he could hold something soiled with that orgasm was heavenly. It was a reward for him, a piece of her that he could have when he couldn’t have her in front of him. It awakened a dark, feral part of him that he never showed to anyone, but that he loved to indulge in privately.

He pressed the underwear into his face, practically suffocating himself as he stroked his cock faster, moans of her name being muffled by the garment. Every inhale was nothing but her scent, and it brought him closer to release with every second. Once he knew his release was moments away, he removed the garment from his face, switching hands so that the hand he was using to work himself was now holding the underwear. He then brought his hand back to his cock, using the underwear to continue stroking himself.

Ominis was grateful no one was around as his noises became louder now that they were no longer muffled - deep groans fell from his mouth as the friction from her panties provided a delicious sensation. He was lost in the feeling, addicted to the depravity of the act.

He released with one last cry of her name, spilling into her panties. After cleaning himself up with them, he laid on his bed in a state of pure ecstasy trying to catch his breath. Once he had come down, he sat up and got dressed, stuffing the now extra dirty panties back in his pocket when he heard a voice that made him jump.

“Ominis?”

He turned in the direction of her voice, his face neutral, despite the panic he was feeling. How long had she been there? What had she seen? How did she even get in here? Didn’t he lock the door? He hoped she hadn’t seen anything. “Oh, hello dear. Everything alright?”

“You didn’t show up to dinner, so I came to find you. Are you alright, darling?” Her voice was soft and there was no concern or disgust in her voice. She hadn’t seen anything. He internally breathed a sigh of relief as he heard her approach. He placed his arms on her waist and pulled her in.

“I’m fine, my love.” He said as he kissed her softly. “Better now that you’re here.” He gave her another kiss, which she deepened as she threw her arms around him. Within a few moments, they were on his bed, lips still locked, and Ominis’s hand once again slipping below the waistband of her underwear.

He wasted no time slipping two fingers in her wet entrance, knowing they had a limited amount of time before students would start trickling back in after dinner. The sounds of her moans filled the room and his ears as he alternated between pumping his fingers inside her and rubbing her sensitive clit. He curled his fingers the moment he felt her walls tighten, and within seconds she was whimpering his name as she released. Like earlier, he pulled his fingers out of her immediately, sucking them clean.

“As much as I’d love to keep this going, we should get you out before anyone finds you here.” Ominis said as he climbed off the bed, taking her hands and pulling her up with him.

“Yes, let's go get you some dinner! Oh, but first, I have a gift for you!”

Ominis’s ears were met with the sounds of shuffling He wondered what she was doing as she approached, placing something into his hands. Ominis studied the item with his fingers. It felt like a small piece of fabric - soft, with a bit of lace to it. Ominis’s jaw dropped slightly as realization hit him, feeling mortified.

“You look surprised! You really thought I wouldn’t notice?” Her voice had a playful tone to it, which surprised Ominis. He always worried she’d be upset if she ever discovered his peculiar kink.

“Figured I’d save you the trip of having to sneak into my room later for it. Just give me it back when you’re done washing it. And don’t forget about the other pair in your pocket as well, you naughty boy!” She giggled as she brought her hands to his cheeks, pulling him into a kiss. The kiss relaxed him, his fears of her being upset having been quelled.

They walked hand in hand out of the common room. Ominis smiled to himself, happy that she was accepting of his naughty little habit, and looking forward to receiving more gifts from her.

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orqheuss · 11 months

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Clumsy Love

(Ominis Gaunt/F!Reader FLUFF)

Summary:

Ominis was supposed to be your best friend, so why did being close to him suddenly make your heart race? *** A relaxing day in the Room of Requirement takes a turn that you never expected. Not that you were complaining, though. Who doesn't love a little bit of dancing?

Word count: 3k

AN: I thought this was a really cute idea, and I love the trope where a character is so emotionally constipated that they don't realize they're in love until a really inopportune moment.

If you wanna listen to something while you read, I have a jazz playlist here BUT, if you want specifics, the two songs that I was thinking of for the swing dancing scene started with "Dream a Little Dream of Me" by Ella Fitzgerald, followed by "In the Mood" by Glenn Miller. (if you want a song for the ending, I suggest "The Face I Love" by Stacy Kent)

You didn’t know what you were expecting to come from your day when you retreated to the Room of Requirement, but it certainly wasn’t what was in front of you at the current moment.

In all honesty, your day started fairly normal— double potions with the Gryffindors, followed by Charms. It wasn’t uncommon for one of your boys, sometimes even both, to follow you from Professor Ronen’s room to your little sanctuary in the Astronomy tower, and today it seemed that Ominis in particular wanted to bask in your company for a little bit longer. Just Ominis. He seemed to be doing that more often as of late. Be it little lingering touches on your arm when he goes to gather your potion ingredients for you, offering to carry your textbooks to a class that you shared, sitting slightly closer than what was normally deemed appropriate at your house table during supper, or going as far as to fall asleep curled against your arm in History of Magic, he was always around. Not that you minded, of course; he was your best friend, bar Sebastian.

What you did mind was how your body reacted to his closeness, something that happened completely outside of your control. Every time his skin brushed against yours it was like a swarm of lacewing flies hatched in your stomach, their tiny wings beating harshly against the lining of your gut and scratching all the way up to your brain, making it fuzzy and muddled. Your palms would sweat when he stood close to you, small tremors wracking through your form if his shoulder so much as bumped against yours as he shifted his weight from foot to foot. At one point, Sebastian, noticing the extreme shade of pink that overtook your face one evening in the common room when Ominis’ hand “accidentally” brushed against the bare skin above your knee when he reached for his Astronomy textbook on the table, made a big show of pressing his hand to your forehead and feeling for a temperature, asking if you were feeling alright.The most concerning part, though, was that you had become incredibly clumsy whenever he was around. He could just simply speak your name and you would nearly drop anything you were holding in your hands. Sometimes it was something small like your quill, or a hairbrush, but once, to your, and everyone else in your Herbology classes, displeasure, you had dropped the mandrake you were potting when he whispered in your ear asking for help locating his offending tuber. You were beginning to think that you should go pay nurse Blainey a visit— someone must have cursed you to act like this around the sweet blond boy. There was really no logical reason to be this worked up in his presence, and it drove you mad that not only had your peers begun to notice your little slip-ups, but Ominis had also begun to take note of your strange behavior.

The worst part of it all, though, was instead of asking if you were alright, or coming to the same conclusion as you about the possible curse, he seemed obnoxiously smug about your reactions to him once Sebastian had the gall to point them out.

What did he know that you didn’t?

Either way, you had developed a new symptom that day in your Come and Go room. An old gramophone had appeared in the corner of your little sitting area not long after you entered, playing some soft ragtime tune chalk full of brass and jaunty piano that created a lovely ambiance to your impromptu study session. Ominis had started humming along soon after it began, seemingly recognizing the melody. His voice had a lovely timbre to it— something deep and earthy that rumbled in your chest and made your heart race with every lift and fall of the notes. Eyes fluttering shut, the book in your lap quickly lost your interest much like most other things when you were in the Slyrherin’s presence. He had this gravitational pull to him that you couldn’t help but react to; everything in your body screamed that you needed to be in his orbit forever.

Normally, the smallest of movements from him captured your attention, but you were so enthralled by his angelic voice that you didn’t notice him standing before you, his hand outstretched in front of your face and his palm facing the sky, until that heavenly throat cleared itself. You shook yourself from your hypnotized state, fumbling with the book open in your lap and slamming it closed by accident from the shock before snapping your gaze to his. He was looking down at you with a gleam of mirth in his eyes, the mischievous glint making the oceanic blues glitter like the reflection of stars on the black lake. It was uncanny how well he could meet your gaze, no matter the struggles his disability would normally pose. Ominis chuckled lightly at your squeak of fright, flexing his fingers in your direction again as he spoke, his smile clear in his tone.

“Care to dance, dearest?”

Dearest. Your two boys called you little pet names before, nothing more significant than a “dear” or “love” here and there, but dearest? Merlin help you. You had felt your heart pick up its pace around the blond before, but the way his mouth moved around that sweet sounding word made your trusty organ completely stop.

That was definitely new.

He laughed again, a velvety sound that completely wiped your mind of whatever you were about to say. One of Ominis’ perfect eyebrows quirked up slightly, his teeth biting his lower lip in an attempt to hide his cheeky smirk.

Your jaw opened and closed like a fish gasping for air as you struggled to find your words again. Detangling one of your hands from the knot that your fingers made on your lap, you carefully placed it in his waiting palm; your heartbeat skipping again at the sight of his long, lithe fingers completely engulfing yours.

You stuttered around the sudden dryness in your mouth. “Y-Yes! I’d love to.”

The pretty blond’s smile only grew wider as he pulled you up to stand, his pearly white teeth catching the sun rays streaming through the large skylight above as he pressed his hand to the small of your back, drawing you closer until you were flushed with his chest. You prayed to the gods above that he couldn’t feel how harshly your heart was pounding in your chest.

Ominis carefully swayed the two of you to the beat of the music, his smooth voice humming softly in your ear again as he moved your bodies to and fro. Your shoulders slowly relaxed as the music picked up in volume, the warm-toned sound of the trumpets backing the warbly voice of the jazzy songstress flowing pleasantly through your ears and curling around the forefront of your mind. The boy started to move a bit more, taking your gentle breath against the junction of his neck as the go ahead to move the both of you in a more pronounced motion. As much as he loved messing with you, he still wanted you to feel comfortable around him. Ominis slowly spun you around, keeping small circles for now and letting himself truly relax into the music. His soft hums pittered off more and more with each passing moment, the sound soon being taken over by his singing voice melding with the lyrics of the song playing. Your heartbeat slowed as a contentedness filled your entire body. There was nothing in the world that you could compare the tonality of his voice to; it was truly divine— the lilt of his accent taking you like a breeze on a cooled, winter morning.

The music only got livelier the longer the two of you were tangled in the embrace. Saxophones sang alongside the standing bass with each swung note, trumpets called across the recording studio and were answered by the trombones on the other side, the piano plucked through a scattered melody that was finished by the vocalist. All the while, Ominis never faltered in his steps. You had never seen his smile so big before— so full of joy and life. Looking at him was like the sun had finally come out after a long, dreary blizzard. There was nowhere else you wanted to be in that very moment, everything was absolutely perfect.

As the ragtime piano sped up in tempo, so did your steps. The two of you spun around the large, expansive room, letting the music carry you away into its sweet oblivion. Your skirts gently brushed against Ominis’ calves as he swung your body where he wanted it to go, leading you to the best of his ability without his wand to guide him. You served as his eyes, gently pulling him away from things in your path like end tables or chairs as you climbed up and down the stairs, winding around your vivariums and through the grand, columned hallways connecting each section to the other. It wasn’t a good dance in the slightest, neither of you quite coordinated enough to warrant any applause or win any competitions. More often than not your feet ended up atop of his, but he never once flinched or grumbled at your lack of experience. The wiry boy was completely content in this little bit of chaos— he would happily let even the likes of a graphorn crush his toes if he could keep holding you in his arms like this. Your laughter mingled together, bouncing off the tall cathedral ceilings and ringing like the bells of Hogsmeade on a spring day, the smell of fizzing whizbees from Honeydukes and the tiny bangs of fireworks from Zonkos dancing together in the air.

All of it came crashing down, however, when you did not see the corner of your wizards chess table come into focus— much too distracted by the way the light of your gas lamps caught the white streaks in his pupil-less eyes just right. One wrong move of your ankle and down you both went, tumbling to the ground in a grand knot. Ominis quickly turned his body to shelter your fall, pulling you closer to his chest in a show of protection as he braced for impact against the cold stone floor. He landed first, a soft puff of air leaving his throat alongside a pained “ooph” as your dead weight pressed against his ribs. You clumsily gathered your bearings, scrambling up to your elbows and a rouged blush stretching from ear to ear as apologies fell frantically from your lips.

“Oh Merlin, I am so sorry, Ominis. How unbecoming of me, let me just—”

His arms tightened around your waist, his fingertips digging into your sides and keeping you steady and exactly where you were, giving you no room to move from his hold. The contact was near burning, like ten tiny hot coals against your skin. You didn’t think you could possibly blush anymore than you already were. Luckily, it seemed that Ominis was in a very similar state under you. His own cheeks were painted the color of roses, making his birthmarks stand out exponentially more against the normal paleness of his skin tone. You traced the tiny, homemade constellations, casting your eyes up more until they met his unseeing, wide-eyed stare. You had never been this close to the boy's face before— never noticed how deep his eyes were, like two endless whirlpools off the Clagmar coast. They drew you in, pulling you deeper and deeper into his frothing currents. You could see entire coastines in them, the seafoam tides that rolled through his turbulent irises smooth but strong like a riptide. There was no question in your mind that you would be completely content drowning in those waves.

Your thoughts came to a pause when the most adorable giggle you had ever heard came from the boy underneath you. His eyes began to crinkle at the corners as his smile grew wider, tiny little whimpers of a laugh escaping through his parted lips as the situation at hand began to take shape in his mind. Ominis’ entire face lit up like the sun as he laughed, the volume of his voice rising steadily until loud guffaws wracked through his entire body. The tremors vibrated where you were connected, sending a warming buzz through your system as you too were taken over by uncontrollable laughter. Your head fell to his chest, pressing your temple against his sternum as one of his hands reached upwards and thread its way into your hair. If anyone were to come into the room they would think you both had gone completely loony. Who knows, maybe you had. All you knew, though, was that this was the happiest you had felt in a very long time.

Your cackles soon slowly pittered down to soft giggles as you straightened your neck, opening your eyes again and gazing at the beautiful boy you were still on top of. You didn’t notice when he had stopped laughing with you, but the look on his face at that very second could have ceased time itself. Ominis’ lips were curled upwards in the softest smile you had ever seen, his eyes gentle and half lidded like a cat content in a sunbeam. You were sure he would be purring right now if he had the ability. He was somehow looking at you in a way that you could only describe as how the moon would look at the earth— like your laughter was the sole reason his world continued to spin on its axis.

Everything you had been feeling, every physical reaction that had confounded you as of late in regards to the blond suddenly made sense. You had not been cursed to act like a blithering idiot like you had originally thought, the answer was much more simple than that. It was truly idiotic how long it took you to realize the simple fact of the matter: you were in love with him. It wasn’t a shock when you finally pieced it together, if anything the revelation came to you as easy as breathing. You were in love with Ominis Gaunt, no if’s, and’s, or but’s.

One of your hands shifted slightly to the right, cradling the side of his face and soothing your thumb against his cheekbone as his reached to do the same, brushing the hair that fell from your bun behind your ear and gently holding the side of your jaw that he didn’t already have a hand on. A surge of bravery shocked through your veins like lightning as your eyes narrowed in on the soft curve of his cupid's bow, your face leaning minutely closer and your breath fanning against his lips as his eyes flitted closed.

Screw prosperity, and screw what was deemed “ladylike.” Right now, there was only one thing you wanted to do, and you didn’t think you would ever get another chance as perfect as this.

Your lips curled into a smile of your own as you whispered against his skin, mouth a hairs length away and gently brushing against his as you spoke. “I am going to kiss you now, Ominis, if that’s alright.”

All he could do was nod slightly, his own words nothing but a trick of the wind. As if he would ever deny you, and by extension himself, of that simple pleasure. “Okay…”

And then there was no more space between the two of you. Your lips fit together like two puzzle pieces, both torn, well loved, and worn but still able to fit together no matter how many times your edges are frayed. There were no grand fireworks, nor bursts of stars behind your eyes as your mouths moved in tandem, just the feeling that this was right. This was what was missing from your life all of these years. His hands pulled your face impossibly closer, one set of fingers working their way under your top knot and gripping at your roots as you both poured everything you had been feeling into the other. For once, everything was bliss.

The kiss ended much sooner than you would have liked it to, but unfortunately as humans you needed to breathe every so often. Ominis’ smile was contagious as he pulled away, his breath fanning heavily across your cheeks as he pressed gentle pecks into your skin. It was like a weight had been lifted off his chest. His subtle gestures of courting had finally worked.

“I have wanted to do that for so long.”

You snickered lightly, rubbing the tip of your nose against his. “Why didn’t you, then?”

It was his turn to laugh now, his breathy chuckle your new favorite sound. “It seems I’m just as clumsy with my emotions as you are, my dearest.”

You both dissolved into giggles again, letting your heartbeats slow back to a normal pace before continuing your activities from before. The gramophone continued to warble from the corner, beckoning you to dance once more with its saccharine song, and who were you to deny its call.

No, it may not have been a perfect dance, nor a perfect first kiss, but it was yours.

As you clamored off of the fallen blond, cradling his hand in yours as you helped him up from the floor and back into the dancing position you had found yourself in moments ago, you knew one thing for certain: there were definitely going to be more dances, and certainly more clumsiness, to come.

AN: I won't lie, I don't think this is my best. I still wanted to put it out there though. It's my birthday, pls be nice to me.

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shadowtriovibes · 1 year

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Hi, I’ve never requested before so hope I do it right. Can I get an Ominis x F!reader where he discovers he has a biting kink? Thank you!!

take a bite

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x f!MC

Word Count: 2k

Rating: E

Warnings: 18+, aged-up characters, explicit sexual content, unprotected PIV sex, references to oral sex, slight #dominis, biting kink

Summary: sequel to "take my hand" in which you and Ominis play around with his biting kink, this is just pure smut with lots of teeth xoxo

“The other girls are starting to worry about me,” you joke. “Yesterday Garreth even asked if I’ve been garroted by an Ashwinder.” "What? Why?" he asks, sitting back so you can see the puzzled frown on his lips. "Because I’m positively covered in bruises,” you remind him, taking his hand and pressing it along your neck. “And not small ones, you cad." He at least has the decency to blush while he ducks his head.

If you’d thought that you’d created a monster out of Ominis after that first time, you were in for the shock of a lifetime at what he’s become.

You think his desires might even put Sebastian to shame, and that’s truly saying something. He wants you always – in between classes, late at night (when he can distract you from your studies), and even in the mornings when you stay overnight in the Room of Requirement.

After that first time, he can hardly think of anything but his hands on you, or yours on him, or your mouth… Merlin, your mouth.

Despite how game he’s been to try new things, you note that one thing about that first time has remained the same, and that’s Ominis’ oral fixation.

However, you come to realize that perhaps it’s not just about using his mouth. In fact, it’s mainly his teeth.

If you didn’t know any better, you might wonder whether Ominis is at all vampiric. Admittedly, you know very little about vampirekind having missed your first few years of Defense Against the Dark Arts classes, and they aren’t common in the Highlands.

But you aren’t the only one who has had that thought. You know your classmates have remarked on his pale skin, his preternatural ability to hear and perceive the world around him, and, despite his enduring kindness, his family’s reputation for abusing the Dark Arts.

However, you know he’s much too sweet and loving a man to be anything but human.

So, not a monster, you think. Just a biter.

It’s not that you mind. You can’t help but shiver every time he nips at your bottom lip while he’s kissing you, or when he makes his way down your neck and starts to work bruises and bite marks into your sensitive skin.

The other Slytherin girls in your year had quickly taught you how to make use of a scarf to hide any particularly egregious marks, giggling about how your Ominis must like to mark you up to let the boys who glance your way know that you’re utterly taken.

But that just makes you wonder… is it about the bruises? The ones he can’t even see?

Or is it about the act?

“Ominis,” you breathe one night, your head tipped back against the headrest of the plush armchair you conjured by the fire in the Room.

“Yes, love?” he mumbles into the hinge of your jaw, where he’s currently hard at work marking you up further.

“The other girls are starting to worry about me,” you joke. “Yesterday Garreth even asked if I’ve been garroted by an Ashwinder.”

“What? Why?” Ominis asks, sitting back so you can see the puzzled frown on his lips.

“Because I’m positively covered in bruises,” you remind him, taking his hand and pressing it along your neck. “And not small ones, you cad.”

He at least has the decency to blush while he ducks his head.

“I didn’t know they were that bad,” he counters. “You should have told me, I can stop for a while and let them go away.”

“Don’t blame me, cheeky,” you croon, gently cupping his chin to pull him in for a kiss. “I could tell you liked doing it, but I didn’t realize just how much you like it.”

“It’s just – a nice feeling,” he admits.

You’ve been resolute in insisting the two of you talk about what you enjoy together and what isn’t your favorite, because despite his protests Ominis is a bit too proper to easily tell you what gets him off.

“What is?” you encourage him. “Using your mouth on me?”

“Using my mouth,” he agrees, leaning in to press an open-mouthed kiss to your neck. “And my teeth.”

“I wondered,” you whisper, trying not to talk much to preserve his canvas for him as you lean back again. You gasp when he bites over the column of your jaw – softly, but enough for you to feel his teeth leave indentations in your skin.

“I don’t know why, it’s just… I can’t help myself,” Ominis tells you, his hands on your hips gripping you tighter. “Do you dislike it?”

“Does it sound like I dislike it?” you quip, pressing down against his lap to let him know just how much you do not hate what he’s doing.

“Just here?” he asks, tugging the already messy collar of your shirt further to the side. “What about the rest of you?”

“Why don’t you find out?” you challenge him.

Wordlessly, he traces his lips along your skin until he finds your collarbone and bites down, and you whine out loud, grinding down hard against him.

He curses softly and bites again.

“Ominis,” you whine, tangling your fingers in his tousled hair. “Keep going.”

“Take off your clothes first,” he counters, and you quickly start undoing the buttons on your school shirt while he takes care of his own, tugging his tie loose and tossing it over his shoulder. Then he helps you tug your skirt off, smirking dangerously when he runs his hands up and down your sides to discover that you’d foregone underclothes.

“Were you expecting something, love?” Ominis asks you knowingly.

“Just trying to be efficient,” you breathe, dropping yourself back in his lap.

You arch your chest toward him so he’ll keep going, and he’s quick to put his mouth back on you – this time at the curve of your breast, where he’s usually so careful.

“You can bite,” you murmur.

“But you’re so soft here,” he says, tenderly kissing your skin and gently dragging his thumb over your other breast, teasing your nipple with his thumb.

“So be careful,” you tell him, tangling your fingers in his hair. “I want you to, Ominis.”

You both know that there’s very little he won’t do if you use those words on him.

Carefully, he nips at the curve of your breast and then a little harder when you hum, pleased. He’s so tender with you, listening intently for any discomfort while he buries his face against your chest and gives you bruises to match the necklace he’d already given you.

By now you’ve ruined the front of his trousers and Ominis can hardly take being separated from your bare core by the layer of his uniform pants anymore. He pauses his work on you to pull his cock out and trace the tip of it along your slit, feeling for himself just how wet he’s making you.

“Want to stay in my lap like this so I can keep going?” he offers, one hand sneaking behind you to your ass as if to help lift you up onto him.

“I have a better idea,” you offer. “Come with me.”

Raising his eyebrows, Ominis takes your hand as you climb off his lap and walk him over to your bed. You make no move to push him toward it, so he waits as patiently as he can while you murmur a quick modification charm to raise it up a little higher.

Then you lean onto the bed, resting your head on your forearms with your ass on full display, and call him toward you.

“I rarely get jealous of sighted people anymore,” Ominis murmurs as he lays his hands on your curves. “But I really wish I could see you right now.”

“You can touch me,” you say softly. “And you’re the only one who can do that.”

“That’s certainly better,” he agrees.

Taking his cock in hand, he slowly presses inside you, earning a desperate moan from you as you force yourself to relax for him. In this position, he feels impossibly long.

“Ominis,” you whine, and he pauses.

“Just a little more, love,” he murmurs, sounding just as ruined. “Please, let me? I know you can.”

“I want you to give me all of you,” you grit out. “And then I want you to bite me wherever you can reach.”

Merlin, maybe you’re the monster after all, you think.

Helplessly, Ominis presses all the way in and nearly collapses over you. You feel his lips brush against the back of your neck, his hands frantically shoving your hair out of the way so that there’s nothing between you two.

Then he bites down right on top of your shoulderblade.

“Yes!” you wail. “Move, Ominis, don’t stop.”

You hear what sounds more like a growl then a moan while he starts to fuck you in earnest, biting his way from one shoulder to the other in a way that isn’t practiced or careful but still feels so delicious.

“You taste…” he mumbles into your skin. “Fuck, I can’t stop, love.”

“Don’t, don’t ever stop,” you beg, practically delirious.

Ominis isn’t used to hearing you beg. Usually you’re the one demanding what you want from him, guiding his hands where you want them or coaxing him into kissing his way down between your thighs.

You think he quite likes that your roles are reversed for once, if the way he grinds into you a little viciously is any indication.

He fucks you deep like this, over and over while he bites all along your upper back. You’ll be covered in bruises after this, you think, but no one will ever see them.

You whine pathetically when Ominis leans away from you, but then you feel his fingertips skim across where his teeth had been as he traces the marks along your skin, examining his handiwork.

“Mine,” he says softly, and that nearly puts you over the edge.

“Make me come, please,” you whimper, feeling desperately unlike yourself in this vulnerable position, entirely dependent on Ominis’ whims to get off.

“Come here,” he grunts, and he slides his hand up your back until he can gently tug on your hair at the base of your neck to get you to arch up just a bit.

He leans down and bites teasingly at your earlobe. “Can you come like this?” Ominis asks.

“I think so,” you breathe. “Just — touch me, I need you to touch me.”

“Here?” he asks, sliding his other hand between your hips and the bed to press his fingertips to your clit.

You nearly sob, already so bewilderingly close. “Please!”

“Good girl,” he mumbles into your shoulder, and right before you tip over the edge, he bites down hard.

You shout into the mattress while you come, pinned between Ominis’ hips and his mouth. The first thing you notice when you can think clearly is that your legs are shaking, and you honestly wonder whether they’re about to give out.

“Just a bit more,” Ominis grunts, finally letting go of you so he can hold your hips steady for him. “Let me come, love, let me finish inside.”

“Anything you want,” you slur, which would be embarrassingly earnest if you didn’t absolutely mean it.

Ominis tips his head back while he comes, grinding all the way in so you’ll keep every drop he spills inside you, his baser instincts rearing their ugly heads at the sight of seeing you so filled with him.

You reach behind yourself to blindly seek his hand, sighing happily when he laces his fingers with yours.

“You are unbelievable,” Ominis sighs, still catching his breath. “How do you manage to bring out the most wicked parts of me every time?”

“Just talented, I suppose,” you reply.

He carefully pulls out, transfixed for a moment as he traces his fingertips through the mess he’d made in you while it starts to leak out. You tremble a little, still sensitive from your release.

“Care to help me clean up?” you ask, hoping he’ll fetch a wet cloth for you.

Instead, he drops to his knees.

“Ominis?” you breathe, glancing over your shoulder. “What on earth are you doing?”

“Trying something new,” he says simply, and before you can react he bites the tender spot where your ass meets your thigh.

You gasp – that stung, actually. But just as quickly, he presses a sooting kiss to that same spot, tracing his fingertips along the back of your leg apologetically.

Just before he puts his mouth back on you, he murmurs, “Let’s get you cleaned up, hm?”

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fic #my fic #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis x mc #ominis x reader #anon i FINALLY got this done for you i hope you like it!!#extremely unbeta'd we die like men

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feralcreaturescave · 1 year

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Find Me in Between the Lines

“Would you teach me?” “What?” “To read as you do.”

“There are not a lot of wizards that suffer blindness,” he replied with a chilling intonation. “I suspect you can learn of other things that may be more useful than this.”

“Is it so bad I’d want an excuse to spend more time with you?”

Word count: 3.9k

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x F!Reader

A/n: I only posted this story on AO3 and Tumblr, if you find this anywhere else- it wasn't me!! Link *here* for the rest of the series this story is from!!!

Ominis Gaunt couldn’t remember a time in his life where he was fond of people. Not even his family made it into his good graces, no matter how much effort he attempted to include them in his personal affairs. The only person he could think of that showed him the true meaning of familial love was his own aunt: Noctua Gaunt. He was told she was a great beauty with wits to match. She shared the pale blond hair of their father’s side and dark eyes that witnessed many of the Gaunt’s dark secrets. In his loneliest moments, Ominis tried to picture what Aunt Noctua would look like. Whenever she spoke to him, he always heard the smile in her voice and the lightness within her heart- a trait that was regrettably limited to only one of the Gaunts.

The rest of his family had not been so kind.

Noctua would often send him letters laden with treats local from wherever it was she was visiting; she would ask how he was, what he was up to, what were his current favorite books.. The letters stopped years ago and Ominis was left with silence. It took him weeks to work up the courage to write to his father about her and to his surprise he received a letter back, albeit with a short and curt response.

‘I do not know.’

He was left to guess what really happened, until a few days ago where an unfortunate event transpired.

Noctua Gaunt’s remains were laid to rest in a part of the school that hadn’t seen life in thousands of years. In the pursuit of truth did she perish within the confines of Salazar Slytherin’s scriptorium. A fate that Ominis himself had resigned to until Sebastian and his new friend found a way out.

“Ready?”

“I’m ready.”

A pause, then- “Crucio!”

The details were secured within his mind and rose to perfect clarity whenever he required. He remembered covering his ears as she screamed. He wondered if that’s what his siblings heard? With a sound that horrible- why didn’t they stop on their own accord? It didn’t help that her body was cold when he caught her, breaking her fall. Her speech had been slurred so much that he had a difficult time translating what she was saying. His worst fears had come to surface that day. There were stories of the Cruciatus Curse that haunted him late into the night. Stories that involved people losing their minds had the curse been inflicted on them long enough; that was if they survived the initial bouts of pain. Some had their bodies simply give up due to the duress.

They were the lucky ones.

The ones who survive would have their minds reduced to nothing. Not even a single thought would light up their heads, nor inspiration nor recognition could be formed ever again.

The House of Gaunt was naught but a shadow in his memory with mere ghosts that haunted its walls and called him ‘brother’ or ‘son’. Family was a foreign and strange concept; though of course, that all changed when Sebastian Sallow, and his sister Anne, came into his life. The days he spent with the two of them brought the most warmth to his days and he loved them for it; and despite Sebastian’s callous claims that Ominis didn’t care enough about Anne, he did. Though no cure was worth delving into whatever hole Sebastian found himself in.

A hole I helped him find. The quill in his hand had nearly snapped at the thought that intruded. He hated himself for allowing the secret of the Scriptorium to be leaked, but Sebastian’s friend had spoken such sweet promises and reassurances that he didn’t mind at the time. He was partially grateful that he finally learned the truth about Aunt Noctua and was given a chance to perform a proper send off near the lake where he stacked stones smoothed by the waters atop each other. He left a bouquet of her favorite flowers by the makeshift cairn and inhaled the familiar scent of Narcissus lilies that once resided within his aunt’s perfume bottles. There wasn’t anyone that comforted him the day he held a small ceremony to say farewell to the only blood relative that saw him more than a burden. He told not a soul, not even his closest friend, when he remained in the Undercroft and cried.

He straightened his back against the wooden chair and forced himself to refocus on the task at hand. Turning the page seemed achingly loud and he took more care to flip them apart as he fingered through. There was nothing quite like a location that forced people to be quiet no matter the circumstance. He found solace within one of the tables towards the back. From the cooler ambient, he knew it was one that lay concealed in shadows. This was one of the best spots where few bothered him, that is, until he heard someone walking his way.

A subtle waft of something floral snuck into his nose. “What are you doing here?”

“How did you know it was me?” The voice of the new student whispered softly to him.

“I have to recognize people from something besides looks.” She was quiet and he hastily added: “Don’t look too far into it.”

“How can you recognize Sebastian?”

“His walk. No one else could convincingly brandish that amount of swagger without making a fool of themselves.”

She laughed. “You’re right on that.” Something shifted that sounded a lot like heavily bound books. “May I sit with you?”

“Why?” his question shot out like a spell, quick and with reflex.

“I, er, I was looking for a quiet place.”

“It’s a library,” he responded coolly. “You may find quiet places almost anywhere that aren't occupied.”

There was no response for a few seconds and he imagined she had already left, until she spoke softly again. “I understand. It was nice seeing you, Ominis.” Her footsteps had begun to recede until he spoke up.

“Wait.” The footsteps stopped. “I.. I’m sorry. Please, take a seat.” A chair next to him moved and groaned as weight was introduced upon the cushion. The first time he had met her, he was rather sweet and welcoming. But the instant he learned that Sebastian introduced her to the Undercroft without alerting him had left sour grapes on his tongue. He also heard rumors of Sebastian spending time with Hogwart’s latest mystery out of school grounds. It was enough to send an ugly tendril of insecurity with no small part of jealousy added into the mix. Has Sebastian tired of him already?

“..How are you? I didn’t think I’ve asked yet.”

Ominis scoffed. “I should be the one asking that. Not you.” Her screams surfaced into his mind from memory. “You were out cold. Sebastian and I were nearly hysterical.”

“Is that so?” she chuckled softly. “I don’t remember a thing beyond closing my eyes and drifting off into sleep.”

“Quite so. We haven’t argued like that in a long while.”

“Regardless. I’m grateful to both of you for not leaving me in the Scriptorium.” She paused. “Whose idea was it to sneak me into your dorm?”

“Mine.”

There was stunned silence. “That’s not who I expected,” she admitted shyly. “The Slytherin Common Room is gorgeous, makes me wish I’d been sorted in.. Imagine my surprise when I woke up in bed with Sebastian. We were so close I could count the freckles on his face with ease.”

“I bet he would have enjoyed that.”

“You think so?”

“He fancies you.”

“I believe it’s more because he needs me for something than that.”

“You’re far too gracious. He’s been beside himself with worry. All he could talk about was how you looked when you sat limp in my arms..” Ominis trailed off, realization striking him. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding him?”

“He’s noticed, has he?”

“Yes. And he won’t stop pestering me about it. I would consider it a personal favor if you talked to him and requested that he stop.”

“I will. I just need some time to think about things.”

“Very well. I’m sure you and Sebastian have your own secrets.” He knew full well that there was a hint of jealousy in his voice. A part of him hated how quickly Sebastian took to the new fifth-year, while another part of him was merely curious.

“You and I could have some as well. I’ll confess something..” He heard her clothes rustling and assumed she was making herself more comfortable. “Yes. I’ve been avoiding Sebastian. I’ve been cursed before- by people far worse. But none of them scared me like he did.” She swallowed and continued, breathless. “I know you have to mean it when you cast you-know-what. But it’s a different sort of pain when it comes from someone you care about. I hope that makes sense.”

Ominis knew exactly how that felt.

“Never mind all of that,” she urged. “I’m more curious about that magic you were using earlier on one of your books.”

He felt hot behind the ears. How long was she standing there to watch him transcribe the letters inside his book into Braille? It was not as if she was working up the courage, surely? “It’s a spell my aunt helped me develop,” he started tentatively. “It changes letters into Braille and vice versa. Since not all of wizard kind suffers from my ailment, it’s rare that I find any book that suits my particular needs.”

“Your aunt sounds like a spectacular person.”

For the first time in a while, a warm smile lit up his face. “Yes. She was.”

“Would you teach me?”

“What?”

“To read as you do.”

At that moment he didn’t know how to react. Maybe he should be angry? Suspicious, perhaps? He settled for a probing question. “Why?”

“Because, it seems handy.”

“There are not a lot of wizards that suffer blindness,” he replied with a chilling intonation. “I suspect you can learn of other things that may be more useful than this.”

“Is it so bad I’d want an excuse to spend more time with you?”

And just like that, the ice had drained from him. Clearing the fields as the sun did for the frost-bitten valleys come spring. It was replaced with embarrassment and the irresistible urge to make up for the way he’d been treating her. Hesitantly, he slid over a book and began pointing out the alphabet in order. “This single dot means A.. These mean B.. When you put them together..” He appreciated that she was silent as he taught her each letter one-by-one with only a short hum to let him know that she memorized the latest letter down the row.

“This may take some time to get used to,” she whispered.

“It’s not so difficult,” he murmured back. “Just like with any concept you must learn. The symbols come first, then understanding.” Sliding the book over, he felt her arm move up, brushing against his as she passed her fingers to the page. Her movements were quick, unsure, and Ominis sighed. “Start from the left towards the right.”

His patience rescinded and without thinking, he searched until he found her hand. Only then did he realize how cold his skin was compared to hers. Ominis refocused on his task. Taking her through the motions, he showed her how he would usually read. Starting from the top left, skimming all the way to the right before shifting to the beginning of the next sentence.

There was surprise in her voice. “I don’t believe I can learn that fast.”

“Sebastian tells me otherwise. Now try again.” She mimicked his movements, going down the list with his finger close to hers.

She spoke as she read along. “The… Go..Goblin R.. Rebellion of… 1612..”

“You’re doing well.”

“Only because I’ve read this passage before and memorized it.”

“Then let’s do something you haven’t memorized.” He took another book entirely and flipped to a random page. His wand tapped the page. “ Intra Intellegentium! Try this- no peeking.” Her fingers found the page and he listened as she struggled to sound out the words.

“‘H’..h, right? Let’s see. ‘H..o..” She paused, her finger rubbing over a specific set of bump again. “Ominis-”

“Horklumps,” he confirmed after running his hand over it. “‘Horklumps can be found in varying numbers depending on humidity, light, and if someone had perished on the spot they sprouted on.’”

She laughed to herself. “I may need some practice.”

“Indeed you do.” He let her memorize the alphabet on her own just as curiosity burned through him. “In the Scriptorium, Sebastian mentioned that ‘between the two of us, he was starting to feel left out’. What did he mean?”

She was quiet for a bit, then- “I won’t lie to you again, Ominis. But that is something I must tell you about another day. I’m sorry. I can’t risk having you involved, too.”

'Too'? Is it another one of Sebastian’s games? “What are you talking about?”

“Ominis,” she insisted. “It isn’t wise that I involve more of my friends than I need to. Trust me. When it’s all over, I’ll tell you. I promise.” He heard her begin to pack up her things. “It was nice spending time with you.”

There was no time to respond as her hurried footsteps told him she was in a rush to head to whatever grand adventure she had waiting. He sat for a moment before packing up his things and departing himself until he stopped and blinked. Ominis felt as if he was hovering in a dream as his thoughts came as fast as someone who tried to run through muck. Did she just call him her ‘friend’?

***

“What does she look like?”

“Sorry?”

“Your friend. Describe her to me.”

He heard Sebastian shift his weight as he sat up in bed. “Why do you want to know?” Suspicion had made his voice lower in tone. “You never seemed to care much before.”

“I’m curious.”

“She looks like a girl.”

“Come off it, Sebastian.”

“She has a face.”

“Very well. If you insist on continuing this charade then I’ll ask her myself.”

Ominis pulled the sheets over him and turned his back to Sebastian’s voice.

“Wait-” he heard him sit up more. “Is she talking to you?” Ominis didn’t say anything. “Ominis. Has she said anything to you recently? Why isn’t she talking to me?” When he didn’t reply, he heard Sebastian let out a disgruntled sigh before he too pulled his cover over him.

The next day, she found him in the library once more. He memorized her hurried footsteps and found it amusing how they never seemed to slow down no matter where she was headed. Their spot was almost exclusive again as they both made themselves comfortable. Only the sounds of light tapping on an ink pot and quills scratching against paper accompanied the peace. Ominis reached forward to where his ink pot was and felt his fingers brush against something warm.

“Sorry,” came a low murmur.

“It’s alright.” Ominis set his quill down. “I must ask: why do you insist on spending time with me?”

“You’re the only one who doesn’t think to ask me anything besides peace,” she answered and sounded so earnest that he felt as if she was telling the honest truth.

“Are you leading me to believe that everyone you’ve met has thus asked you for a favor?”

“Yes. I don’t mind lending a helping hand, but it gets exhausting. Sometimes I would like to simply sit down and read and not be bothered-" her voice sounded muffled and he assumed she covered her face with her hands as he only caught tidbits that sounded like 'goblins', 'poachers', 'magic', and 'keepers'.

“You and I are alike in that regard then. I enjoy my silence.” Ominis thumbed through the pages of his copy of the ‘History of Magic: An Unabridged Guide’. “Actually, I may have to break that accord.”

“What is it?” There was a cautious edge to her voice.

This made him chuckle. “Don’t worry. I won’t ask you to delve into old ruins in search of a family heirloom or fight another troll. I simply wish to know what you look like.”

“I- hm.” She hummed. “I don’t know where to start. Shall I start describing the color of my hair?”

“Here-” he motioned for her to come closer. “This is much more simple and straightforward.” At first he hesitated, but when he felt her warmth come closer, he had a blossoming sense of bravery.

“What am I supposed to do?”

“Hold your face out,” he said with such simplicity and calmness that even the tone of his voice surprised him. Reaching forward, he felt around the air until he came into contact with skin. The flesh under his fingers went rigid under his touch and he quickly urged her. “Calm yourself. I simply wish to learn what you look like. I can’t say I fancy picturing myself talking to a mannequin for the entirety of our relationship.”

At his words, she relaxed and let his hands see her face.

His index trailed upwards to follow the hairline and felt her hair and how soft it felt, next, he accidentally brushed against her ears and didn’t reprimand her when she told him that it tickled. Her eyelashes tickled him back in revenge when he passed over her eye to the bridge of her nose to her other eye. His palm lay flat on her cheek with the rest of his fingers stopping there to let the thumb go on without them. Next came the tip of her nose before going down to press against her lips. His heart seemed to catch in his throat when his thumb grazed her bottom lip. For a second he believed that she pushed her lips against his finger and left a kiss there, but both of them said nothing to each other in that moment nor the one after. Ominis pulled back, a silent ‘thank you’ was uttered under his breath.

“Do you know what you look like?”

“I haven’t had the pleasure,” he stated curtly.

“May I do you the honor of describing you, then?”

“You may try.”

The sound of scraping wood grated his ears as her chair was being pushed closer to his. A presence was more noticeable at his side where she leaned in to get a better look. She hummed, tapping her fingers against the wood and seemed to take what felt like ages to decide where to attack first.

“You are very handsome,” she concluded.

Ominis felt he would sputter his words and kept his mouth clamped shut instead. “Your skin is pale. There are moles here-” her finger traced over his face and tapped where the marks were, “-here and here.” She traced down the bridge of his nose. “A pointed tip, and sharp lips that seem to always be fixed into a frown. You truly do have an air of austerity about you.”

“I do not-”

“Shh.”

The finger was placed against his lips and remained there until she was sure he wouldn’t open them again. She traced along his jaw now and in that moment he felt what she must have when he was examining her face. For lack of better description, he felt naked beneath her scrutinizing gaze.

“Rather sharp jaw,” he heard the frown in her voice. “It seems you were blessed with looks at birth. Are you aware of what the other Gaunts look like?”

“I’m told my family possesses some sort of allure. Mother always praised my older siblings on how handsome they were.”

“It’s an apt description. You are.” The bell tower announced the time somewhere in the far distance, a sound that was followed by a chair scraping against wood. Warmth left his face like the sun retreating behind a large mountainside. “I’ve got to go. I’ve an engagement I must hurry to.”

“I wasn’t aware you and Sebastian had something planned today.”

“Because we don’t. It’s.." she hesitated. "Complicated.” Her finger seemed to tap along the wood of the desk in a nervously paced rhythm.

“Will you keep another secret for me?”

“I suppose I can. What is it?”

“I’m meeting a goblin. He has information I need and working with him might prove beneficial. Just don’t tell Sebastian this yet.”

“I shan’t, but-” He raised his brows. “You’re aware he’s not overly fond of goblins after what happened to Anne, correct?”

“Yes, I know. I will tell him in time, just not now. I fear his reaction may be a bit too much to handle at the moment.” She sighed heavily. “Still, it feels good to get that off my chest. Thank you for listening. You’re a good friend, Ominis. We should spend more time together.” With that, he heard her take off towards the front of the library.

***

I hope my owl finds you well. I’ve transformed the letters into Braille and hope with sincerity that you cannot make sense of it. Should you ever find yourself in dire need of a reading partner, find comfort with the knowledge that you may ask me.

It’s also my displeasure to report that the time I spent with you in the library was not as bad as I previously imagined and that I do not mind repeating the experience.

Sincerely,

Ominis Gaunt

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arthenaa · 1 year

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Requesting angsty moment with Ominis x f!reader that takes place after what happens with Sebastian and Solomon where Ominis and reader are distraught and guilty and angry but they end up having passionate sex bc they just need to be close to each other so badly in the midst of everything they lost

my saving grace — ominis x f!reader

summary: It happened. Sebastian has completely lost himself and you and Ominis have no idea how to deal with the repercussions. You fear that it will only take just enough for the both of you to lose yourselves but then you remember that the fact that you haven't is because you both still have each other.

content tags: 18+, explicit sexual content, characters are aged up and instead of the seb thing happening during their 5th year, it happens on their 7th, the reader uses she/her pronouns, angst, comfort, reader is ravenclaw, i havent reached this part of the game yet but i kinda know what happened but idk the details so it might be different from what actually happened in the game HAHA, you guys make love in seb's house, comfort sex, crying crying, self reflection, ominis is in love w you, p in v sex, cockwarming, heavy petting, foreplay, ominis fucks u while standing up and against the wall teehee, nasty stuff, you both miss sebastian, i am so sorry i love writing them as a poly relationship but i dont rlly imply anything of both of your relationships with seb, poor you and ominis :(( , kinda short tbh

Silence. Complete and utter silence.

It gives an unpleasant itch in your brain the longer you spend time in it. It's nothing like the ones you have with Poppy while tending to the beasts in class or the ones with Samantha in the comforts of the common room. Or maybe the ones you spend with Ominis and Sebastian in the undercroft.

Ominis and Sebastian.

Sebastian.

Right. That happened.

A few hours ago, you were in the Feldcroft catacombs, helping Sebastian in his quest to find a cure for Anne then next you're standing in shock as your very own best friend had cast an unforgivable on his uncle and he had chosen the worst out of the three. The Killing Curse.

It had happened all too fast. You barely caught a glimpse of the green ray of light heading toward Solomon. You watch as Anne fought off her twin, face filled with disgust and disbelief as she hauled her uncle's unmoving body from the floor. On her way out, she sent you a face of despair and desperation and you knew what she was telling you.

'Take care of him. For me.'

You're currently seated on the steps leading to the Sallow home. The silence was deafening not because of the night but because of the lack of people. No one was home.

You expected Anne to be here but she wasn't and you were close to ripping the strands of hair from your head because now you were worried for both twins. Sebastian was nowhere to be found after the whole fiasco. You remember the scared look on his face after he had done what he did, looking for some sort of semblance of comfort from you, that what he did was right and just because he was doing it for his sister. You thought maybe he had learned from the dangers of dark magic when you were in your 5th year but it seems as time passed, his quest for finding a cure for Anne overshadowed his morals as a person.

You let out a shakey sigh as you hug your legs closer to your chest. The cold breeze of the night provided some sort of comfort in the silence. Your chin rests on the top of your knees, observing the houses around you. It was close to midnight and so you suspected that the people inside were already in their slumber.

"It's late." A familiar voice breaks your reverie. You jump at the sudden presence before turning your head to the culprit.

"Ominis." You whisper, almost so quiet that Ominis barely hears it. The young Gaunt stands in the greenery surrounding the front yard of the Sallow home. You stare as he allows his wand to guide you to where you're seating and seats down beside you.

Somehow, the silence becomes tolerably better as you feel Ominis's warmth from your side. He bites his lip as he fiddles with his wand. "Did you find him?"

"No." You whisper back, eyes staring dead into the night. Another cold wind blows past you.

"Anne?"

"Nope." You could feel the tears start to well in your eyes, you try your best to hold them back. Ominis nods in understanding before he pulls his knees up and rests his hands, outstretched on his knees. His head drops as he lets out a sigh.

It's silent once again and then you finally realized why the silence feels too hard to bear. It's because this town that had always been too silent, always had comfort in it from the way Anne sips her morning herbal tea to Mr. Sallow grumbling as he yet again flips another coin into the well and of course, Sebastian; Sebastian who had both shown you the wonders of his tightly-knit hometown and welcomed you with open arms from when you were 5th years up until your 7th. Sebastian who had shown you Feldcroft's love for tranquility and comfort in silence. You had found yourself in a town— in a home with just the two of you.

Just you and Ominis.

The dam breaks out of nowhere and you could only prevent yourself from full-out bawling as the palm of your hands cover your mouth. Ominis is startled by the sudden sounds of your crying.

"I-I should've stopped him." You sobbed as your hands shake. It was quite muffled with the hindrance of the hands against your mouth but Ominis hears it nonetheless. The blonde only falls silent as he listens to your worries. "Way back then! I should've—"

"No, Y/N." Ominis gently intercepts as he tries to swallow a sudden lump in his throat, preventing the breakdown caused by the events that occurred a few hours ago. "You were just trying to help. I-I would've done it as well, had I been in your place. There was nothing we could do."

Ominis sounds like he's trying to convince himself more than you. You look at him with swollen eyes as the urge to bawl dwindled. You let out a shaky sigh once more as you try to calm yourself.

"All of this started because of me," Ominis whispers. You turn your head towards the young Gaunt in confusion. "I was the one who exposed him to the dark arts. He was a natural learner and when concepts and magic like this are exposed to a person like him, it's innate for Sebastian to know more. He loves Anne more than anything. I-I should've known better when I brought you both to the scriptorium a few years ago. I helped set up that situation for him. I helped him hurt Anne. I made him—"

He couldn't say the words but you knew what he was talking about. You scowl at his insinuation before grabbing his cheeks in your hands and facing them toward you. You could now see the tears silently running down his face. It had sounded like he was so composed but he was just as broken as you were.

"I miss him," Ominis whispers as you hold his face close to yours. Your lip wobbles as you lick your bottom lip to collect yourself.

"You need to listen to yourself, Ominis." You mumble as your thumbs brush against his cold cheeks. "There are a lot of things we don't understand today and most of them we may try to blame ourselves for it but never try to point the blame on something that Sebastian inflicted himself. He was perfectly aware of what this might lead to and he cast it with perfect intentions."

Ominis quietly sobs in your hands as you press your forehead against his. "I'm scared to think right now."

"Then don't." You whisper as your eyes focus on the trembling boy in front of you. "Just focus on me."

Ominis gulps as he tries to compose himself, letting out short breaths as he lifts his hands to feel the sides of your arms then your shoulders then your neck then your jaw then your cheeks. You softly smile as you allow yourself to be seen by Ominis. You bask in his touch before feeling his touch on your lips. Its gentle and faint. Your eyes glance down at his lips before looking up at his cloudy blue eyes.

He leans in hesitantly before placing a soft and tender kiss on your lips. It rests on yours for a couple of seconds before he gently pulls away. There's a moment of pause before he breaks the silence.

"Stay with me." He whispers. You admire his face for a bit as you lean back slightly. You know what he means as he intertwines his hands with yours. It almost makes you cry but you know you needed to both be strong for what's about to come and right now, all you needed was each other. You press your forehead against his to let him feel your nod.

"O-Ominis." You moan softly as the blonde buries his head on your neck. His hands pull you close against him as you seat on his lap. Your cloaks and coats are forgotten on the floor of the house as your bodies entangle with one another on one of the beds inside the Sallow home.

The moment the two of you entered the house, it was just a mess of limbs wanting to be close as they physically can to one another. You can't remember the moment Ominis pulled you into his lap and sucked the living daylights out of you but you can't complain with how good it felt.

"Fuck." Ominis curses as his hands move under your skirt to grip your ass against the fabric of your undergarments. You whimper as you move against the hardening bulge on his crotch. You wrap your arms around his neck as you place your forehead against his.

"Pretty." You whisper, smiling as you trace his features with your hand. "My pretty boy."

Ominis whimpers at the praise before moving his hand in your inner thigh and boldy cupping your sex. You jolt in response, moaning as he grinds the palm of his hand against your clit.

"You've done so well. Done so much." Ominis licks his lips as he feels your wet arousal leak through your underwear. You rest your head on his shoulder as Ominis slides the piece of fabric to the side and slide his fingers in with ease. You moan at the intrusion.

You hug him close as he works your inside, shaping you to fit him. He curls his fingers in, pushing them deeper as it brushes against your sweet spot. You whine at its closeness, your hips trying to push it deeper as you grind on his fingers. Ominis peppers kisses on the side of your neck and jaw, cooing as you continue to let out soft moans and gasps at his ministrations.

"P-put it in." You whisper as your hand grips his wrist to stop him. You had almost come from his fingers alone but all you needed right now is to be closer to him. Ominis nods before the two of you remove your remaining clothes. He casts a protection charm and you watch as a thin sheen surface wrapped around his cock. Your hands find themselves cupping his cheeks once more as he angles his cock against your entrance. You gulp as you feel the head bump into your opening.

"You ready?" He softly asks, rubbing his hands against your hips. You smile as you pull him into a kiss, gently lowering yourself down onto his cock. Both of you softly moan out as you take in his length inch by inch. It takes you a while before you feel his thighs hit against yours. You let out a shaky breath as you rub your noses against one another.

Silence, but this time it's comfort. It fills in your heart with warmth and tranquility. It renders you both speechless and only relying on your bodies to communicate how you feel and so, you move.

You bounce passionately on his lap, feeling his length go in and out of your cunt. It draws out whines and moans as you try to keep yourself as close as possible with your foreheads still against one another. Ominis grips your hips as he tries to meet your bounces with his thrusts, pushing him deeper in you. The pleasure is immense and the need for each other's warmth is felt through the clashing of lips and gripping of one another's skin.

At one point, Ominis grabs your waist and pulls you to stand up with ease. Your legs wrap around his waist as he bounces you up and down his cock with vigor. You make choked noises as you certainly feel the thrust of his cock hit the back of your throat. You wrap your arms around his neck as he pushes you against the wall, growling as he rams his cock into you.

You allow yourself to be at his mercy. To be his canvas as he paints you with reds, greens, and blacks signifying the emotions brought by earlier events. Sebastian. Anne. Mr. Sallow. The triptych. The Scriptorium. His family. Slytherin. You allow him to use you as he sees fit as you do to him.

Ominis pulls his head back from your neck, thoroughly marking your neck. He presses his forehead against yourself as you feel his hips stuttering.

"Stay with me. Please—" He whispers, broken as he pleads softly. You grabs his face between your hands as he practically fucks you into the wall. "Stay. Stay by me. F-Fuck."

"I'm here." You reassure him as you place a chaste kiss on his lips before you move to press against his ear, your hand gripping his hair tightly. He moans in response. "I'm here. I'll be here, always."

He snarls at your response as he moves his hips faster. His hand dives down to rub your clit, stimulating you further to your climax. You let out high-pitched whines against his ear as you grip his hair tighter.

It's him who releases first as he bottoms out and let his fluid be caught by the protective charm, forming a barrier from being released inside you, yet despite his release being protected, you could still feel its warmth which prompts you to release as well. Your body jolts at your orgasm, your thighs shake and your toes curl at the intensity. You push against Ominis, head banging against the wall as you choked out moans.

"I love you. I fucking love you." Ominis snarls as he dips down to suck your breasts. It further enhances your lengthy orgasm as you grip his shoulders in sensitivity. Ominis gently pries you from the wall as you slump in his arms before gently placing you down on the bed.

Its all hazy as you feel being cleaned up before a body is pressed up yet again against you. Ominis wraps you in his embrace as you pull him close. You feel overwhelmed with the need to be close to him as he continues to give you soft kisses against your face. You didn't even know you were crying before Ominis gently brushed against your temples, catching the falling tears. You open your eyes as you stare at him beside you.

"Ominis." You whisper as you face him on your side. You place a soft kiss on his lips as your leg rests over his hip. The need for each other's touch never left. His hand runs the length of your thigh as he slots himself between your legs. You miss the fullness as your swollen and sensitive pussy clenched over nothing. "Inside. Please."

Ominis moves in silence as his hand pushes you close against him through the small of your back before grabbing the shaft of his semi-hard cock and pushing it back in with ease. You dreamily sigh as you place kisses against his lips. Both of stay still, feeling your inner walls pulse against his slowly hardening cock, both riddled with sensitivity.

"I love you too." Your reply to his declaration after a few moments of silence. You trace his features with your finger as he softly smiles at you returning his affection. Tears flow freely down your faces as you kiss once more. It's you who pulls back first.

"I'm here with you."

"As am I, my little dove."

A/N: smut is done best at 3 am. hope yall enjoyed this :D you and ominis fucked each other so hard bc yall needed to vent <3

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy x reader #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt smut #hogwarts legacy smut

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orobaxis · 1 year

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Fluffy yule ball with ominis?

will 'yule' go to the ball with me?

summary: you try to ask ominis to go with you to the yule ball, but he’s never around

ominis gaunt x f!slytherin!reader

inspired by this very cute art by @rnrvsk

word count: 2415

slytherin common room, 8 am

sebastian gives you a funny look, watching as you pace back and forth in the common room. “did you sleep at all?” he asks. you normally aren’t even awake at this time, so the only way you are currently up and standing today is by not sleeping at all.

“what? yes…yes,” you answer distractedly, not stopping your pacing. you are certain that there are some indentations on the floor now where your shoes were, but you couldn’t help yourself. at this time, people are finally starting to get ready, some who are early risers already out and about. anne is still getting ready and sebastian, who is surprisingly an early riser, is shocked to see you be the first to be waiting. it’s usually ominis and him.

“where’s ominis?” you ask him.

“i don’t know,” sebastian shrugs, watching your face fall. “he wasn’t there when i woke up. must have gone to see professor sharp or something.”

you nod, both relieved and nervous. “alright…good, that’s good…”

“why are you so distracted today?”

“no reason!” you snap, and upon seeing anne coming up behind sebastian, you huff, “let’s go!” leaving the twins baffled.

ominis is ruining your plan. well, half-baked plan. scratch that, there’s barely any plan. you just talked yourself into asking him to go with you to the yule ball last night, while you were half asleep.

“hmm, wouldn’t that be nice?” you thought to yourself, “if only i had the courage to ask him.”

another part of you shouts in your head so loud that it almost rattles you, “but you do have the courage! ask him tomorrow, first thing in the morning!”

“yeah!” you thought, “i’ll ask him tomorrow when i see him in the common room. i’ll wake up early too so we’re not interrupted.”

alas, the one time you wake up the earliest you’ve ever had, and ominis was nowhere in sight. the twins quietly observe your silent malding as you three ascend to the great hall. it will be harder to catch ominis there with everyone being able to hear you. as much as you love and trust sebastian and anne, you don’t want them to be around just in case ominis delivers the “sorry, but…” reply.

“he’s not going to say that,” the optimistic part of yourself consoles you, “you’re friends! why would he reject you?”

“maybe he doesn’t like us that way,” the sadder, pessimistic part of you joins in, now making you anxious, “what if he laughs in our face?”

“shut up,” you hiss, trying to quiet the voices arguing in your head. a first year turns to you warily, surprised that you hissed at them for no reason, “not you,” you tell them, still marching towards the great hall.

“is…y/n losing it?” sebastian leans towards anne.

“i don’t know,” anne shrugs, eyes still wide as she observes you, “if she’s lost it, then it was only a matter of time anyway…”

great hall, 8:30 am

“where were you?” you plop down next to ominis in the great hall, surprising him. the force of you jumping down next to him is enough to jostle the goblet of pumpkin juice he is holding, and he doubles over to make sure it doesn’t spill.

“where was who?” he asks.

“you!” you whisper-shout, “we waited for you in the common room, but you weren’t there. sebastian,” you send the sallow boy a quick glance (which he absolutely mistook as a glare, terrifying himself), “said you were gone when he woke up.”

“yes,” ominis clears his throat, “i had some errands to attend to.”

“errands?” you raise an eyebrow, “what errands are you doing at 8 in the morning? feeding chickens?”

he huffs, “if you must know, y/n, i was at the owlery. it was very urgent.”

ominis really only goes to the owlery to send letters to his family. he doesn’t like to do so, but he once received two very loud howlers in the middle of potions class when he thought he could get away with ignoring his parents. now, he tries to return their letters as soon as possible.

“still,” you gently nudge his shoulder, “you should’ve told us.” ominis nods at you with a smile. eyeing the twins, who are deep in conversation (argument) about who should get to keep a niffler every night (they haven’t got a niffler, this is all hypothetical), you think this is a good enough time to ask him.

however, just as you are about to ask him to walk with you, ominis downs his pumpkin juice and sets his goblet down, before taking his wand out. “i have to go,” he stands up from the table, preparing to march away.

“where are you going?” sebastian asks, mouth still full of food.

“t-to class!” ominis replies, “i don’t want to be late!” he turns and almost sprints away from the table.

“ominis!” you call out his name, but it almost seems to make him go faster. you and the twins look at each other curiously, “...but we all have the same class together…”

defense against the dark arts tower, 11:40 am

“why do you sleep on the floor?” you jut your hip as you look down at ominis and sebastian, both splayed out on the floor, relaxing, “peeves could have flooded a bathroom and this floor would not be clean at all.”

“don’t worry, we cleaned it,” sebastian waves his hand absent-mindedly. your gaze turns to the floor, clearly dusty and with one…two…three spiders that you can see lounging about.

“can i borrow ominis for a moment?” you ask. ominis hums, turning his head towards you, “no, you cannot copy my transfiguration homework.”

“it’s not that!” you sigh, turning pink in embarrassment. you’re glad that sebastian has his eyes closed and that ominis cannot see you flushing in front of them. “i just need to talk to you, is all.”

ominis rolls his eyes dramatically before standing up. sebastian doesn’t even move, and you gently nudge his leg with your shoe, much to his chagrin (“let me rest, y/n!” “sorry, sorry,” you apologize half-heartedly, “i thought you were dead!”). ominis follows you to a corner, and he leans against the wall.

it must be due to nerves and your brain not actually knowing what to say, but you find ominis standing there in front of you, his arms across his chest, hair a bit messy from rolling around the floor, quite adorable. before you can stop yourself, your hand reaches to ruffle his hair, enjoying the feel of his hair in your hand, and laugh when he exclaims in surprise. “you’re messing up my hair!”

“you already messed it up when you were lying down on the floor!”

both of his hands now frantically try to set it back, “well, now, it’s even more messed up.” once he’s satisfied of his hair, he sighs, “well y/n, what did you want to ask?”

this is it, go ask him!

“ominis, will you g–”

“PEEVES, STOP IT!”

the sound of the sallow boy screaming his head off interrupts you, and you both turn to the sound of the noise. peeves appeared next to sebastian dripping wet, juggling bowling pins (and failing). you swear one of those pins hit sebastian in the face. he storms away, much to peeves’ amusement. “peeves just hit sebastian with a bowling pin,” you tell ominis, who laughs, “and i’m sure peeves came from some bathroom somewhere.”

fine, maybe next time, you tell yourself before you and ominis turn to find the angry (and wet and hurt) sebastian.

girls’ bathroom, 3:15 pm

anne is watching you through the mirror, not saying anything. just…staring. you share a glance with her, hoping that she would talk, but nothing. she’s just looking.

“okay, you’re creeping me out.”

she sighs, “did you ask ominis yet?”

your head instantly jerks back up, eyes wide as you turn to reprimand her.

“relax!” she tells you, palms up in a show of surrender, “there’s no one in this bathroom, and i didn’t even tell sebastian.”

you breathe out a sigh of relief, “alright, fine. no, i didn’t ask him yet. i couldn’t find the time.”

the yule ball is coming up in two weeks. your family have been asking you if you plan to go with anyone, and while the answer is yes, you hadn’t really decided on that until last night. “do you think it’s weird that i’m asking ominis?”

“weird?” anne looks at you curiously, “no, not really. i know that you fancy him, so i don’t think it’s weird.”

“i mean…we’ve been friends for so long, what if he doesn’t see me that way?”

anne huffs, placing her hands on her hips, “you won’t know until you try! and besides, excluding you and me, who else does ominis really talk to? he doesn’t know how to talk to ladies!”

you make a face, “i don’t know. maybe we just think that, but it turns out he actually fancies someone…maybe even you!”

your friend pretends to gag at the thought, “i doubt sebastian would let him live if he likes me that way. he’d probably suffocate ominis in his sleep. it was hard enough to convince him to let me go to the ball with poppy!”

“only because that means he’s going alone,” you add, and you two share a laugh.

“tell you what,” anne places her hands on your shoulders, “we have a free period after herbology. go stay in the greenhouse for a bit and tell him to stay behind too. that you need his help for something.”

“uhh, ominis doesn’t like herbology.”

anne nods contemplatively, “right…well tell him that he needs your help if he wants to pass the final exam.” she looks you in the eye, “you’re gonna get your man, alright?”

feeling pumped, you nod at her, “right!”

greenhouse, 5 pm

ominis isn’t leaving.

that’s both a good thing…and a confusing thing. he is the last person who would want to stay behind during herbology. usually, it’s just you and anne, tending to your plants. what exactly is he doing, fiddling with his hands and pacing like he is about to break into a speech?

professor garlick isn’t surprised when she sees you staying behind, she has come to expect it. but, “mr. gaunt?” she asks, confused, “do you need help with something?”

“what?” he jumps in surprise, “no…no, just checking on my plants.”

you and professor garlick simultaneously turn your heads to his potting station, which is empty except for a repotted mandrake that you all tended to in class. you exchange looks with your professor before shrugging. “al…right,” she says slowly, uncertain, before slowly excusing herself. now it’s just you and him.

you watch him as you finish noting down important details of your plants, and jotting down that you had watered and fed them, “you didn’t have to wait up,” you tell him.

“no, it’s alright…” he insists, now walking towards you, “it’s alright,” he repeats.

you glance around, making sure there is no one there. if it’s just the two of you, which it seems like it is, now would be the perfect time.

“y/n–”

“ominis–”

you both turn to face each other, before laughing. “you go first,” you say.

“alright,” ominis exhales. he rubs the back of his neck, something that he does when he’s a bit nervous. one hand is also hidden behind him. you wonder what he is going to say. “here!”

he thrusts something towards you, so close to your face that you couldn’t see what it is at first.

you take a small step back to see…a bouquet.

or rather, an attempt at one.

a venomous tentacula is hissing close to your face, honking daffodils, and what looks to be a shrub where lacewing flies are normally gathered.

you move your head to the side in order to see his face (the whole bouquet is blocking it), eyes wide when you see him looking flushed.

“where…where did you get this?” you whisper.

“i grew the daffodils myself!” ominis states, pride seeping in his voice, “sebastian helped with the rest. he says they’re beautiful. i can’t see them, but they smell nice, so i hope you like them!” there’s a shy smile in his face, something you swear you’ve never seen before, “i asked poppy for some help, i didn’t know what to do or how to ask…and she was successful in asking anne so i thought…well–”

“well?” you’re now smiling widely, heart thumping excitedly.

“will you go to the yule ball with me?”

at the sound of your giggles, ominis thinks of the worst. that you are laughing at him. the smile on his face drops and he shakily drops the bouquet, only for you to wrap your hands around his and lift them back up.

“of course i will!”

“oh, it’s alright, we can all go together as frie–wait, what did you say?” ominis does a double take, eyes wide in disbelief, “you said yes?!”

“why wouldn’t i?” you exclaim excitedly, “i was going to ask you earlier today, that’s why i woke up early, but you weren’t there.”

“i had to send a letter to my family,” he grumbles, “they are to send me my dress robes. but we can also shop at hogsmeade if you want.”

“it doesn’t matter either way,” you reassure him, “as long as i get to go with you.”

you gently take the ‘bouquet’ from ominis, electing to repot the angry venomous tentacula and most of the honking daffodils.

“does this mean you fancy me too?” he pipes up.

laughing you nod, “yes…a little bit.”

ominis laughs at that, looking down to hide his blush. he’s quiet for a moment before laughing again, “sebastian is gonna be so mad that he’s going to the ball without a date.”

“well, i was going to ask him if you were gonna say no,” you tell him jokingly, loving the surprise look on his face when he turns to you so fast that he may have gotten whiplash.

“what?!”

“nothing,” you tell him, hand now in his as you guide him out of the greenhouse. in your other hand, a singular honking daffodil.

“i’m glad you said yes then,” ominis tells you, “i wouldn’t want you to be going to the ball with sebastian. now we can hold hands and snog–”

“ominis!”

“honk!”

watching my writing quality degrade in real time, but you know what they say, practice makes perfect! ily all! <3

#ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x you #ominis gaunt x y/n #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt imagine #hogwarts legacy x reader #hogwarts imagine #hogwarts legacy imagine #hogwarts #hogwarts legacy #a niche wlw ship???#anne sallow x poppy sweeting #anne sallow #poppy sweeting

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oneofafew · 30 days

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@morelikeravenbore inspired me with their Sebastian Fluff Alphabet and I’ve done one for our perfect boy Ominis.

I am currently battling a fever so my brain is slightly more foggy than usual so bear with me if the details aren’t as in depth as I would have liked to go. I may revise!

Disclaimer: purely my own head canons based off my own perceptions and writing

Without further ado

🐍 Ominis Gaunt Fluff Alphabet 🐍

A - Attractive - what do they find attractive about their partner?

Being blind Ominis is going to base his attraction to touch and smell as well as the sound of your voice, there is nothing he finds more adorable than the sounds of his love ones laugh, he’s attracted to someone with similar values as his and finds himself inexplicably drawn to those he feels need taking under wing and providing guidance to.

B - Body - what is their favourite part of their partner’s body?

Their hands without a doubt, it’s his gateway to the world so he is always found holding or kissing them especially in private

C - Cuddle - how do they like to cuddle?

Despite being relatively reserved he insists on being the big spoon, purely so he can burrow his head in their hair and inhale their intoxicating scent, don’t let him always have his way though that boy needs some comfort even if he won’t admit it he secretly loves being held by his partner.

D - Dates - what does their ideal date look like?

Raised in higher classes his dates may be somewhat old fashioned and stiff to begin with, formally asking you by letter rather than verbally, always the proper gentleman he needs some time to relax and come out of his shell before he’s doing anything spontaneous

E - Equal - are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Ominis absolutely lives by the trope he should take care of his partner, he has strong opinions and this often materialises as dominance

F - Fight - would they find it easy to forgive their partner? how are they fighting?

He is well versed in navigating arguments in a mature and gentlemanly manner, he would never raise his voice and is an excellent communicator though can become quickly frustrated if his partner isn’t seeing his side of things and is prone to giving the cold shoulder now and again, though he quickly melts under their touch and sincere love

G - Gifts - how do they feel about gift giving? what are their habits when it comes to this?

Ominis is a sugar daddy and has no idea that he is, growing up with the Gaunts he has absolutely no concept of the value of money and will buy ridiculously expensive gifts “just because” which may require some gentle talking to, however he becomes very easily flustered when given a gift himself.

H - Holding Hands - when / how do they like to hold hands?

Ominis loves his partners hands so any opportunity to hold hands is always welcome even publicly though he’s mostly subtle about it

I - Injury - how would they act if their partner got hurt?

Given his childhood and family Ominis is fiercely protective of his loved one, if they’re hurt or sick he’s at their side day and night making sure they’re comfortable and they make a quick recovery, he’s always projecting an air of calm (though he’s paddling like mad beneath the surface like a swan)

J - Jealousy - do they get jealous easily? how do they deal with it?

Ominis is fairly self assured and isn’t quick to get jealous, but if he does happen to find himself feeling that twinge he will bottle it up and opt to be extra attentive rather than actually talk about his insecurities, it takes a fair amount of coaxing to get him to speak up.

K - Kisses - how do they like to kiss their partner?

Ominis loves to kiss their hands, given any opportunity his bringing them to his lips, actually kissing though takes a lot of courage for him, it takes him awhile to open up and relax but rest assured once he’s found his confidence he’s not afraid to make a move, though he is always gentle and rarely messy

L - Love Language - what’s their love language?

Acts of service and gift giving are his two go to love languages when he’s smitten, the later can become somewhat problematic if he’s not reigned in fairly quickly given enough patience physical touch becomes another one of his favourites

M - Mornings - how are mornings spent with them?

Ominis is always up early, no matter what the day he rises with the sun only to take little cat naps throughout the day, he finds lie-ins tedious and pointless and will insist his partner rise with him.

N - Nights - how are nights spent with them?

Despite being up early Ominis rarely sleeps at night, whilst he takes pleasure in going to bed early he often finds himself laying awake for hours listening to the strange sounds around him unable to settle he finds comfort in having someone beside him to take care of whilst they sleep and finds it easier to sleep with company

O - Open - when would they start revealing things about themselves? how would they do it?

Ominis would take his time to open up to someone, given his nature he’s not the most forthcoming of people but once he does open up he’s prone to dropping random tidbits of information into every day conversation like it’s nothing, he doesn’t like talking about himself or his past and prefers to focus on his partners needs.

P - PDA - how comfortable are they with pda?

Ominis values his personal space, he doesn’t like being touched without his consent or prior knowledge, he’s very gentlemanly so PDA isn’t really on his radar though he’s very affectionate in private the most you’d get from him out in the open would be hand holding until he’s fully opened up to you

Q - Quirk - what is a random ability that helps the relationship?

His patience and gentle nature, despite his life he’s a very caring soul and enjoys being the caregiver in the relationship, his ability to sit and talk for hours until an issue is resolved helps smooth out any problems the relationship may face

R - Romance - how romantic are they? cliche or creative?

Ominis is very cliche in the romance department, roses and jewellery, having learnt it from books rather than example, he needs a creative partner to balance him out

S - Security - how protective are they?

Immensely protective, without being overbearing, Ominis will follow you into the shadows if it meant keeping you safe despite not wanting to go himself, his protectiveness is a cause for a majority of your arguments especially if as a partner you tend to be quite reckless

T - Talking - what do they like to talk about?

Ominis has the ability to converse on almost every topic known to wizard kind, he has a broad knowledge and is happy to debate and share his beliefs, though his guilty pleasure is gossip that boy cannot resist eves-dropping on his class mates and relaying the juicy details to his partner afterwards

U - Understanding - how well do they know their partner?

Ominis takes his time to get to know someone before opening up himself so he knows his partner very well probably better than they know themselves right down to their little mannerisms

V - Vaunt - what are they proud of? do they like to show their partner off? He prides himself on being able to take care of his loved one so will happily let anyone who asks know exactly who their partner is, whilst he believes he’s very subtle about it it couldn’t be farther from the truth.

W - Whole - would they feel incomplete without their partner? Ominis had learnt from an early age to be by himself to rely on no one and take care of himself so he tends to regress into his shell without his partner around becoming withdrawn and quiet if he goes a long period of time without them.

X - XOXO - are they affectionate?

In private Ominis can be very affectionate given time, kissing playing with hands, gentle touches are his go to, he often becomes flustered however if he’s not the one to initiate it.

Y - Yearning - how well do they cope when they’re separated from their partner?

Ominis fares well by himself and would never openly admit he yearns his partner’s presence despite missing them, his protective streak however lends to him feeling anxious without them and he’d often be found pacing until he knew they where safe again.

Z - Zzz - what are some sleeping habits of theirs?

He’s well known for his intermittent cat naps throughout the day, he very rarely sleeps at night but enjoys being close to his partner whilst they sleep and is always the first to suggest they go to bed.

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #headcanon #fluff #fluff alphabet

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vparka · 7 months

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Ominis Gaunt x Male Reader

"A Lover's Quarrel" 🔞 One-shot. M/M

Minors DNI.

Word Count: 9,427.

AO3 link

Warnings: Male Reader is a huge simp for Ominis lmao (what's new, tbh?), Blow Jobs, Rimming [Ominis receiving], Masturbation, Face-Sitting, Mouth-Spitting, Cum eating, Use of Y/N, Slytherin M!Reader, Insecure Ominis. Ominis petname is Omimi. Not beta read. Accidental Voyeurism.

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Okay, maybe Ominis Gaunt wasn’t the most knowledgeable person when it was about relationships of any kind, especially romantic ones (his parents were far, far away from being characters in a romance novel) but he did know that worrying about the person you care the most was pretty normal. Especially if said person went his way to make himself an easy kill: running around dangerous places and fighting dangerous creatures and people almost in a daily basis, for what? Nothing worthy of risking his life. Yes, Ominis was mad at Y/N.

His endearing, lovely and stupid, very stupid boyfriend seemed to enjoy getting on Ominis’ nerves, making him worry sick whenever Y/N wasn’t around him, getting in some mischief with Sebastian, their friend in common and fellow Slytherin.

Currently, Ominis was fighting to not fall asleep in the History of Magic class, keeping his mind busy... though not in a good way: he was worrying a lot about his stupid boyfriend, who was sitting beside him acting like nothing happened. Sure, being blind since birth made Ominis not notice a lot of things due to not having the gift of sight, but he did noticed things: his body tried to compensate the fact of being deprived of one of his senses by making other ones more heightened; his senses of smell and hearing were better than most people, for example... And he could picture things by touch, that’s how Ominis found out that Y/N was injured. Just yesterday they both were cuddling at the Undercroft after dinner, talking about a lot of things, nothing serious, really... until Ominis caressed Y/N’s cheek, wanting to show love by touching the other Slytherin and then he felt the usually soft skin scarred, plus, he did noticed the little jump Y/N made, a normal reaction when he was hurt. And today, in breakfast, he overheard some people pointing out how Y/N’s cheek was bruised- one student in this class even coming over before the lesson started, offering to cast a spell for the injury to heal to pay back some favor Y/N did to that student. Ominis was livid, now his idiot of a boyfriend couldn’t lie his way to convince him that he wasn’t hurt, he had enough evidence.

“Ominis, please...” Y/N whispered quietly, trying to not attract Professor Binns’ attention, though the professor seemed completely immersed in his monologue about The Goblin Rebellion. Even though he couldn’t glare to death at the brute Slytherin, Ominis could feel Y/N’s puppy eyes, as Sebastian once described them whenever Y/N plead for the Blond's forgiveness after he got in trouble. “I’m so sorry, truly. I know I am an idiot, but I couldn’t leave Sebastian alone in that fight.”

Ominis sighed, slowly opening his eyes, focusing on Professor Binn’s voice instead. His heart clenching, he did have a soft spot for both Slytherin troublemakers, but he couldn’t continue let them do dumb things in the name of power, adventure and shit like that. With his own family, the Gaunts, he already had enough for this and the next thirteen lifetimes. Instead, Ominis concentered his magic on his wand, making it scribble down some notes in case of the Goblin Rebellion topic being on their next exam.

“ Omimi, please don’t ignore me.”

Not the petname, lord. It was endearing and embarrassing at the same time, Ominis still remembered the time he wanted to get swallowed by the earth that one time Sebastian had heard that petname, snickering and calling them gross for being too sweet, something maybe Y/N could get called because he, indeed, was a sweetheart: always helping others, offering kind words and solutions, Ominis on the other hand... Only Sebastian and said idiot knew him, nobody else... though he was in polite terms with everyone he had talked to during the years. Certainly, you’d never see Ominis doing favors to people who weren’t his closest friends.

“I’m ashamed-” Y/N continued, but Ominis intervened, having enough of it. They had been in this situation from three days now, with the Gaunt boy refusing to listen to Y/N’s apology.

“Of having a bruise? Of lying to me? For sneaking out with Sebastian without telling me, again?” The blond Slytherin hissed, now getting a little pissed off. His head was slightly leaning left, his milky eyes lost but staring at the nothingness in front of him, with his posh tone, he spat: “You know, if I didn’t know the both of you had a penchant for trouble, I would think you’re cheating on me with him.”

Okay, maybe Ominis had never thought of them both sneaking out like that. Before Y/N and him entered a relationship (after God knows how many months it took Y/N to convince Ominis that liking boys was alright, that it wasn’t a disease nor illness –honestly, fuck the Gaunt’s mindset regarding homosexuality. – and promises that he could take care of him, not like Ominis needed it, but it was nice knowing that Y/N supported him in anyway.) Ominis had talked with Sebastian about their Slytherin friend, because, well, Sebastian was cozier with the other boy than with other friends or his cross wands mates. Ominis remembered clearly how Sebastian had snorted, just saying that he did admire Y/N because he was a powerful wizard, but he didn’t see him like that, plus, he had admitted to knowing how ‘down bad’ the new fifth year was when he first meet Ominis through Sebastian, always asking him about the blind boy’s wellbeing and where he could find him, even confessing that Y/N used to ‘look at Ominis from a distance’ which clearly was stalking, and Sebastian did called it like that, but Sebastian found it funny to imitate Y/N’s voice when he gave that excuse.

Ominis didn’t think Y/N would cheat on him, especially with Sebastian, but he was angry. So, yes. Maybe he was being petty, but he was allowed to, sometimes he got tired of being the voice of reason in their friend group. Sometimes he could use being the asshole in the situation.

“Ominis, oh my god.” Y/N whispered, totally horrified at the words that escaped his boyfriend’s mouth. Y/N took Ominis’ hand softly, caressing the soft skin. Then, he leaned and kissed briefly Ominis’ cheek, not caring about anyone in the classroom. He had priorities and they were making up with Ominis, he couldn’t stand the thought of hurting the blond. "I would never, I just couldn’t leave him go alone into some ruins. We didn’t tell you because we were afraid-”

“That my lack of sight would get me dead in the hands of some lower creature that attempted against my life? “ Ominis sneered in complete disdain impulsively. Deep down he knew Y/N and Sebastian didn’t think that about him... but they sneaking out, without telling him because he worried? It did hurt. “This is not a conversation I want to have right now, Y/N. “

Y/N looked at Ominis with regret, wanting to let the blond Slytherin know that he didn’t think that. Ominis was capable of a lot of things, he was a very powerful wizard with a kind heart. Before he could even open his mouth, Ominis turned to face Professor Binn, completely removing any opening that Y/N could take to talk some more.

So, Y/N respected Ominis’ decision and didn’t push further for now.

Maybe later.

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Both boys walked in silence towards Ominis’ dorm room, knowing that his roommates, including Sebastian, were in Hogsmeade, so they didn’t have to worry about others coming in while they talked. Y/N’s palms were sweaty, he preferred having Ominis content and smiling, talking in that posh accented voice of his so sweetly... having him disappointed in him hurt a lot. Physical pain couldn’t compare to the emotional pain Y/N felt whenever Ominis wasn’t happy, even more if it was his fault. Y/N sighed heavily, following the blond boy, and both taking a seat in Ominis’ bed once they were inside.

It had taken more begging from Y/N’s part to convince his boyfriend to talk about it, but Ominis had finally said yes, only because Y/N had aided him quickly without thinking in Potions Class. It wasn’t a secret that even though Ominis was a damn good student, Potions wasn’t his strongest subject. Before his Wiggenweld potion turned out to be ‘utter rubbish’ as he had once said again, Y/N had run quickly and positioned himself in front of the blond, casting Protego on both of them before the cauldron exploded. The reason of why the hell would the cauldron explode was a complete courtesy of Garreth Weasley, who had been Ominis’ partner and had added an extra ingredient –one that caused Ominis’ allergies– for his new brand potion, which would change the wizarding world by its awesomeness, as the redhead had said. At the end, the cauldron did explode, showering Garreth and the students who were nearby with the viscous badly brewed concoction, completely smelling, but Ominis was protected, no allergy triggered. Some students did give shit at Y/N for only protecting Gaunt, but he didn’t care, Ominis was safe and there wasn’t a needed visit to the infirmary for him. Everything was alright.

Talk about being down bad...

Y/N cleared his throat and faced Ominis, whose really handsome face had a deadly-serious expression on. His tender and caring pale eyes had a stone coldness in them, his pretty lips weren’t smiling. Still, Y/N lifted his hand and caressed Ominis’ face beauty marks. It had taken a while to get Ominis used to his touch since he really wasn’t used to people touching him, even less lovingly... but their relationship deepened with time, both showing each other they cared about the other in their own ways, most of the time with body language being the principal since both of them weren’t big with words. Plus... Y/N really liked touching Ominis, such a beautiful creature should be treated with love.

“Ominis...?” Y/N licked his lips nervously, normally a bruise and sneaking off causing a little trouble wouldn’t make him feel like this, even with his parents... but with Ominis? He knew that the boy didn’t want his friends wandering off where danger could be, even less of them associating with the Dark Arts... which Sebastian and him were doing, for research purposes. And Y/N did understand why: Ominis came from a family of Dark Wizards, and he didn’t support it in anyway, it wasn’t wrong of him to want his close ones off that path where danger and death where in every corner, never knowing if they would be able to be still alive the day after.

“Heard you and Sebastian traversed a mountain in Loyalist territory. You know... that sort of thing could have got you both killed.” Ominis suddenly said, his voice coming out in a harsh tone, then faced Y/N. Ominis’ face had an angry expression, his icy eyes glaring daggers at Y/N.

“I, uhm...” He was right. Ominis was right about that, him and Sebastian were in that mountain in royalist territory... fighting royalists since they were in their way- and Y/N did learn an unforgivable curse from Sebastian in that mountain, but Ominis couldn’t know. It would hurt him deeply and Y/N didn’t want that, plus, the blond boy would be so disappointed in him for wanting to learn the curse. No, Y/N wasn’t a Dark Wizard rising, but he couldn’t deny his thirst for knowledge. He wanted to know the curse because he was curious, not because he was planning to be a Dark Lord or something, that wasn’t him.

“What are you playing at?!” Ominis’ frown got deeper when Y/N didn’t say anything; his beautiful, beautiful eyes looked at him as if he wanted to kill Y/N, which shouldn’t turn him on right now because, well, duh. This was serious, and an angry Ominis was scary, and Y/N didn’t really want to have problems with him, the blond didn’t deserve that.

“I’m so sorry, Ominis. It was a stupid move of me.” Y/N voice got soft, then, he kneeled in front of Ominis, hugging the boy’s legs and pressing his face on his lap, feeling his face burn. Ominis was scary and hot whenever he got mad, but he did have this... aura of danger and power whenever he got angry, must be a Gaunt family thing. It reminded Y/N of the time Sebastian had taken Y/N to the Undercroft without Ominis knowing, Ominis had scared the shit out of him when he scolded Y/N and basically threatened him to not say anything about the place when he got out of it.

That was the moment Y/N had believed in love at first sight.

For some people the position Y/N had taken may have looked straight of nowhere, but for them... it was a surrender gesture, submissive. Even if they weren’t as lowly minded as past generations, they still had some thoughts about dominance, wanting to make their lover take their affections- especially since they had started to experiment with each other in a more intimate way. Both were competitive boys in their own ways, often colliding with each other about who’s taking the lead, always the gentlemen both. It often was a fun dynamic, other times a gesture like this was needed: like right now, Y/N surrendering to Ominis’ since the blond couldn’t judge himself if Y/N expression was sincere, body language instead taking that role.

It was truly a thrill to make the other submit, have said other not worry about a single thing and just enjoy what the other gave, talking in the sexual sense. Both were exciting roles, but this time Y/N did surrender first, wanting Ominis to take the lead in this situation. And when it wasn’t sexual, it was because both were hard-headed, wanting to go in their own way and have the other follow it. They had similarities, but there were differences as well, just like any other couple. This time, just like Y/N’s body language suggested, was up to what Ominis’ thought.

And Y/N was sincere, truly. He was an idiot, but he didn’t regret kicking royalists’ asses, they deserved it. Kidnapping creatures, people, and following their evil plans... that needed to be stopped. But what Y/N really regretted was making Ominis upset, his precious darling worrying about him doing stupid things, Ominis’ anger was justified.

Feeling the gesture, Ominis calmed a little, but he still frowned. He kept quiet, which made Y/N nuzzle his face against Ominis’ thighs.

“I love you, Ominis. I get your position, if it were you, I’d lose my head. “Y/N murmured, hugging Ominis’ legs until the point his knees were pressing firmly against Y/N’s chest. He looked up at the blond, his eyes pleading. “Maybe it doesn’t help, but rest assured that whenever I go out, I'm very careful: every time I see how disappointed you are of me... a part of my heart breaks, because you don’t deserve that. If there is a way to make it up to you, please tell me and I’ll do it without hesitating. I swear I don’t do it with intentions of worrying or hurting you, those are things I don’t even want to inflect in you. “

Ominis’ face softened at the words. Back when Y/N asked Ominis out, the blond boy made Y/N swear that he would be always sincere, because he didn’t have time for a lying bastard who would make him a fool and waste his time. They have gone to the extent of Ominis brewing Veritaserum and making Y/N confess his true intentions, it was a little embarrassing with how long the actual love confession and slightly stalk-ey it was: so sweet, so corny... and shocking, because Ominis couldn’t believe someone, even under the truth-telling potion, would confess romantic love to the younger Gaunt, promising vomit-inducing sweet and lovely experiences and feelings. Usually, Ominis wouldn’t even do things close to that occasion, but when Y/N confessed... the blond Slytherin was beyond paranoid, so sure that it all was a trap to make him pay for his family sins.

Because... why would a justice-seeking, powerful wizard come closer to Ominis Gaunt? Love was a word that didn’t belong in Ominis’ life dictionary. It certainly was to make him pay for the Gaunt’s family actions; it wasn’t a secret that his family was... notorious for their liking of the Dark Arts. Blood purists, Slytherins through and through. Harsh mindsets. So Ominis was sure that these were Y/N’s intentions at first, make him pay, why else would he be so interested in getting hip-attached to him, following the blond all around the castle if not to spy and kill him in the right moment?

Certainly, that didn’t happen. The thing that did happened was that suddenly the new fifth year student, local star and Jack-of-all-trades was following Ominis Gaunt around the Castle like a lovesick puppy, offering to carry his things for him and sharing his candy, asking to hold his hand so he wouldn’t have to use his wand to guide himself around. It was quite an eventful week, for them and for the gossipers in the castle. After all of these things, he knew that Y/N couldn’t lie to him, especially face to face. He was also terrible at keeping secrets from Ominis, always wanting to tell him the news- Sebastian had gotten quite a laugh when he saw Y/N behavior towards Ominis.

Ominis could feel the truth in Y/N words, but he just hummed, as if he was contemplating something. He could feel Y/N tensing on his lap. Maybe he was the calm one in the trio of Sebastian, Y/N and him, but he was also a bastard on his own. He wasn’t a softie like a Hufflepuff, he wasn’t rational enough like a Ravenclaw and certainly he didn’t have the ‘I don’t give a fuck if its right’ attitude a Gryffindor had. He liked having power in his hands and being unpredictable, like a Slytherin. He usually didn’t believe in the house stereotype because there were people of all kinds everywhere, but this time... He wanted to feel Y/N’s regret on his face, so he didn’t hold on. Ominis’ hands reached for Y/N’s face, and when the boy saw the motion, he placed his face on Ominis’ pretty hands, closing his eyes in delight and a smile so bright that could kill the sun. Immediately, the blond boy sighed and started to touch his boyfriend’s face, the pads of his fingers analyzing every inch of soft skin, giving the idiot a light pinch on the freshly healed cut on his cheek. The scarred skin he was mad about.

“Ow, I deserve that.” Y/N’s closed one eye, biting his lower lip when he felt the slight pain of the pinch. Still, he moved impossibly closer to him, wanting to feel more of the touch. Even when Ominis was mad, he was so careful when he was feeling Y/N up... when he wasn’t pinching his cuts. It made Y/N want to cry; the blond was everything Y/N wished for.

“You’re an idiot, Y/N.” Ominis sighed, then, his left hand grabbed Y/N’s chin and with his right hand, he tapped on Y/N’s mouth. “Do I have to train you or something?” he asked in that posh accent of his, then he pinched his boyfriend’s nose playfully. “Maybe that way you’re not going to run around and get your hard head smacked so much, I know about your weekly visits to the potion’s classroom and infirmary. We should get you a leash, be my guardian dog instead.”

“Ominis...” Y/N whined; he knew that Ominis was trying to make him feel embarrassed by treating him like a kid, but... he didn’t see it like that. It was almost like... like if Ominis was seducing him, his milky eyes staring at Y/N’s soul, so intense and burning. His handsome face sneering at the thought of training his boyfriend to behave correctly. It shouldn’t happen, but it did... Y/N’s cock twitched at the thought. Y/N closed his eyes, containing a moan at the sinful way Ominis was behaving. “Stop.”

There was something that inflicted a deep desire inside of Y/N when Ominis talked about Y/N’s missteps. Everyone talked about how Y/N was invincible, always moving in a correct calculated way and his clean victories, but Ominis not only took notice of that, but he also noticed Y/N’s clumsiness, things he shouldn't have done and how he got his ass kicked sometimes. It was... pretty hot, if Y/N was honest.

Ominis being so... seductive without even knowing was totally unfair. The fight wasn’t even, he had lost without having his turn.

“Why? Are you finally ashamed of yourself, behaving like that?” Ominis started caressing one of Y/N’s cheeks with his thumb, longer fingers slightly touching his eyebrows.

“Oh, God. Yes, Ominis. “

“And why are you ashamed? Of being an idiot? For not telling me? Of being hurt?” Ominis coo-ed cruelly, smiling as if he was having fun. He was, having Y/N on his knees was fun every time it happened. Ominis liked having certain control over Y/N, the fierce, strong and cunning fifth year Slytherin everybody was so fond of, believing him to never get on his knees for anyone. This certainly was a new side of him he didn’t knew about before entering a relationship with Y/N.

“Of being hard...” Y/N admitted, biting his lower lip but he didn’t do anything else, he wouldn’t dare. The blond was still mad at him and if he dared to assume... he would piss off Ominis even more, and that his heart couldn’t take. “I’m-”

“Horny dog. “ Ominis hissed, slapping him softly on the cheek. It was a playful gesture that always got Y/N going and Ominis knew damn well about it. They both respected each other a lot, it was a pilar in their relationship, hitting was off limits, except in more intimate occasions and with prior consent asked... but the story about how they found out about it... Y/N hand gotten a little handsy one time in a snogging session, palming Ominis’ crotch on top of his trousers and it had startled Ominis to death, slapping Y/N automatically since, well, nobody had touched him like that, especially in such urgent obscene way. It made Y/N hard that one time, too. Ominis and Y/N had apologized profusely, but they had agreed to take things slowly since their relationship back then was freshly new.

But now? Since they had started to explore with each other they had become freer to touch the other. Ominis was playing dirty right now.

“Yes, I am.” Y/N sighed, becoming affected as he stared at Ominis’ covered legs. The blond was slim, but he did have some meat on his thighs, a detail forever burned on Y/N’s mind from the times they fooled around. Such strong legs...

“Everyone thinks you’re some sort of hero, but do they know how highly inappropriate you are? Here I am, scolding you for wanting an early death, and you start thinking with your other head? Are you serious?” Ominis sneered, not actually believing Y/N’s state, but deep down knowing that it was the truth. Y/N never lied to him. His hands started to look for Y/N’s mouth, then, he tapped on his boyfriend’s lips with two fingers of his right hand, his left caressing his beloved’s warm cheek. So, Y/N was blushing, it seemed. “Open up.”

Y/N swallowed a whine and did as he was told the moment he knew what this was about. He got into the perfect spot just as Ominis spit on Y/N’s mouth, receiving all of Ominis’ saliva. The blond’s perfect lips were glossy from the fluid, which felt silky once he received it on his tongue. Ominis was furiously blushing at the action, but remained in that regal demeanor of his, seemingly not caring, but his body betraying him. Ominis’ hand was shaking, his milky eyes staring deeply right into Y/N’s own [color] eyes, he could swear that Ominis could see the debauchery of all of it for a second. Y/N moaned as he licked it, wanting to coat his mouth in Ominis’ saliva, once he was satisfied, YN swallowed and licked his lips, staring with wide eyes at Ominis’ calm ones. Y/N’s cock throbbed; he was achingly hard now. It felt so erotic, Y/N couldn’t believe it. Usually, Ominis was pretty shy about these things, not confident enough for something so... dirty and bold, but getting out of his comfort zone to please Y/N in one of his kinks? Ominis was truly a selfless angel.

Once Ominis felt satisfied enough, his hands retreated from his boyfriend’s face, then he started to slowly stand up... or so he tried, because Y/N buried his face on Ominis’ thighs when he felt that the blond was going to leave the position.

“Let me eat your ass.” Y/N pleaded against one meaty thigh, “please.” he started to caress urgently Ominis’ legs, feeling them up and groping. Ominis had no business being that tempting, Y/N was very sorry for making him feel bad and worried, such a wonderful creature only deserved to feel positive emotions. He needed to have his mouth all over this angel. “I might die if I can’t.” he added.

Ominis snorted at the last line, it was ridiculous, but knowing Y/N’s hunger for him... it was quite possible. It still made Ominis shy, knowing about how much his boyfriend wanted him... in that sense too. Since a young age, Ominis had accepted that he was going to be alone during all his life, people didn’t want a burden when they were looking for a partner. With the years, Ominis had learned how to take care of himself, so others didn’t have to. He couldn’t do a lot of things, of course, but he wasn’t entirely disabled, magic helped a lot, too.

It hurt to admit it, but maybe Ominis was insecure. He knew he was different; people knew that... that’s why Sebastian was his only friend before Y/N came into the picture. He never had and will never know how his family looked, how Sebastian, his friend, looked. How his boyfriend looked. How he, himself, looked. He could try to get an image, if you will, by touching their faces, and his own body, but it wasn’t the same. That was why a lot of people only were in formal-friendly terms with him, just in case they needed something from him in the future, never any close.

Ominis had come to terms with that fact and was ready to spend his lifetime alone, or that was the plan until Y/N Y/LN one day just popped into the Slytherin common room, being the center of gossip and whispers. The new fifth year who was powerful, mysterious and kind. Fearless.

Until said popular boy confessed his love to him, to Ominis Gaunt.

Until said popular boy confessed that he had inappropriate dreams about Ominis Gaunt.

Until Y/N one night apologized to Ominis because he had touched himself while thinking about him, talking about how gorgeous he was and how he wanted to give Ominis all his firsts.

Y/N truly was making Hogwarts an experience for Ominis Gaunt, proving him wrong, dissipating his dark thoughts with sweet and hopeful promises and whispers to take care of him, to one day, run away with Ominis where nobody knew them, and they would own a cottage home in the woods.

Ominis smiled.

“Abandoning all sense of decorum, are we?” The blond Slytherin teased, feeling lighter now that he heard Y/N desperate plea. He could feel his face heating up, ‘eating his ass’ had said his boyfriend crudely. Such an obscene request, yet he could feel Y/N’s excitement while he waited for Ominis’ approval.

Usually Y/N was very proper when talking, ever so respectful and never pushy. Never using a crude language.

Usually, not with Ominis.

And he liked that.

“You’re so handsome, Ominis, it’s not fair.” Y/N whined, biting Ominis’ left clothed thigh softly. Ominis could feel the vibration of his boyfriend’s throat when he was talking, Y/N was really leaning into him. “You’re blushing and you look divine, my prince. Can I?”

Honestly, Ominis didn’t know how they ended up like this, but now he couldn’t deny that the thought of Y/N touching his skin more intimately... it made him throb inside his pants. Also, perhaps spitting into his beloved’s mouth wasn’t that gross as he used to think back when Y/N had asked him to do that while he wanked himself right beside Ominis at the Undercroft.

Y/N was a creature full of surprises, never ceasing to leave Ominis without words. Biting the insides of his cheek, Ominis decided: he still was pissed off from Y/N’s carelessness, playing around royalist territory that could get him and Sebastian killed... but they could talk later about the matter. The tone in Y/N’s voice was enough to put Ominis in the mood, they still were hormonal teenagers, after all.

Without saying anything, Ominis blushed even more but he did reach for the button and fly on his trousers, unzipping the expensive fabric slowly. He could feel the rumble Y/N’s groan made against his thigh as unsaid consent was given.

“You’re killing me, Ominis.” Y/N sighed with desire, immediately pressing his face against Ominis’ clothed crotch, inhaling deeply the boy’s masculine scent once the trousers were undone. He could feel the boy’s clothed hardening member against his face as he inhaled the musky scent deeply, Y/N’s hands immediately got a strong hold of Ominis’ thighs, trying to cover them entirely in the palms of his hands, groping what he couldn’t fit in them. Y/N parted Ominis’ legs with absolute care, nuzzling his face against the blond’s covered private parts shamelessly. He groaned and licked the fabric of Ominis’ boxer shorts, which were peaking slightly from his trousers. Y/N heard Ominis sigh shakily at the sudden touch of his boyfriend’s tongue on his underwear.

“Y/N...” Ominis whispered, his need to be a bastard to his idiot of a boyfriend subduing. He closed his eyes, shivering slightly as he felt Y/N’s hands touch with such need his thighs, burying his face between them, licking his clothed cock in a highly inappropriate way. To be touched like this with such want made Ominis feel like he was attractive and enough, because there was no other way Y/N Y/LN, local star and sweetheart, highly desirable as a partner in the whole castle, was here, on his knees, wanting to eat Ominis Gaunt’s ass.

“Can you lay down a little, love?” Y/N murmured, nosing his way from Ominis’ crotch to all the way up to Ominis’ face, where he licked the blond’s cheek, placing a loving kiss after. Then, he smiled at the way Ominis was trying so hard to keep his composure when he was getting just as affected as Y/N was. “May I remove your trousers as well? I really, really want to taste you. Make you feel good, Ominis. My heart is burning with so much desire for you, will you let me? Will you let me to act on my lecherous thoughts about you?” Y/N purred against Ominis’ cheek, kissing his boyfriend’s face repeatedly, small and wet kisses that travelled down to the blond’s neck, where he bit and licked the soft skin, sucking slightly, forming a faint lovebite. Visible enough if you got close to him, not enough to get scolded or detention for misbehaving in school.

Ominis’ breath hitched at the words and the touch of Y/N, closing his eyes and letting out a small moan when he felt one of Y/N’s hands palming him on the top of his boxers, insistently going up and down, rubbing and sometimes trying to get a grip on the covered and erected hot flesh beneath the fabric.

“Yes.” Ominis said, out of breath.

+++

Ominis felt vulnerable, it wasn’t in a bad way, but it certainly was in embarrassing one, because Y/N did see, unlike him. The blond boy could feel his boyfriend’s staring at him, he wasn’t touching him, and he wasn’t saying anything, but Ominis could hear him breathing.

Maybe Y/N was having second thoughts? Y/N seemed eager to get Ominis on his bed, on all his naked glory. This was the first time Y/N was seeing him like this, the other times they... fooled around a little bit always were in the dark of the night in Ominis’ bed, the curtains drawn and a Silencio charm casted to not wake up Ominis’ roommates. Or they were handjobs or blowjobs inside the arithmancy storage rooms that were all over the castle, boxes containing God-knows-what. Never going more than trousers and boxers down to mid-thighs or shirts completely removed.

So Ominis, completely naked, lying down on his bed and his feet planted on the bed, with his knees raised, showing everything was completely new. And Y/N wasn’t saying anything, making feel Ominis feel shy and ashamed, his insecurities coming back to him. Didn’t he look good? Maybe Y/N had different expectations about him, but this was him. He couldn’t change himself. Maybe Y/N wasn’t into boys after all, or Ominis himself. Was he looking at Ominis in disgust now that he had seeing him?

On the other side of the situation, it wasn’t the truth, not at all. Y/N bit his lower lip as he took the sight of Ominis lying naked, his handsome boyfriend was blushing, no doubt feeling shy. That beautiful red tint had expanded to Ominis’ clavicles, a healthy shade on his slightly tanned skin. Ominis, ever so perfect, was lying down, for him. His pretty blond hair, always slicked backwards had some hairs rebelling themselves, staying out of place, even sticking to the boy’s forehead. His chest moved up and down slightly, product of Ominis breathing. Light brown nipples sticking out, wickedly calling out for Y/N’s love, to be bit and wet with his saliva. Then, Y/N’s stare travelled downwards, noticing a faint patch of blond hairs on his boyfriend’s navel, the start of a happy trail leading to the boy’s cock, which rested in a soft bed of short curly hairs that matched the same shade as his head.

Y/N moaned lowly as his right hand quickly unzipped his own trousers and went inside of his boxer shorts, grabbing his cock and squeezing lightly, in a needy attempt to calm down the throbbing he felt as he continued to take the sight of Ominis. The touch felt heavenly, his [color] eyes not moving from the way Ominis’ own cock was standing rigid, his balls heavy, the skin wrinkled but so soft looking. Then soft skin that led to the boy’s arsehole, which hidden between these glorious asscheeks. Y/N groaned and started masturbating himself, not taking his eyes away. He couldn’t stop himself, while licking his lips Y/N took between two fingers the pre-seminal fluid that gathered on the top of his glans and spread it all over his member, making the jerking motions easier and wet. Without any hint of shame, small ‘oh’s’ escaped Y/N’s mouth, who was still on his knees, but legs parted to make it easier to touch himself.

With half-lidded eyes, Y/N touched Ominis’ thighs with his left hand, feeling that enticing skin as he continued to drown into the heavenly sight of his boyfriend. Lost in his need to masturbate himself and desire for his icy prince, he had forgotten to say something- had forgotten that Ominis couldn’t see what he was doing.

“I...” Ominis cleared his throat, then shyly added. “Sorry, uh. L-let me get dressed... I think dinner is soon, we-” The blond inhaled deeply, trying to play it cool.

Ominis uncertainty woke Y/N up from his cloudy, lustful mind.

“Merlin, I’m sorry!” Y/N immediately removed his hand off his cock as it burned, opening his eyes in a hurry, he looked at the blond. His eyes were full of guiltiness, he had never been the selfish lover type, he didn’t know what came over to him. Just... Ominis looking like a complete Incubus, alluring him into carnal wishes made him lost it for a couple minutes. He felt ashamed. “Do you want to not continue? Are you hungry, love?”

“Continue...?”

“Yes, Ominis. I’m sorry, you look so good, “Y/N groaned and leaned forward, pulling Ominis’ body closer to him. Nuzzling his face against the right thigh, the biting into the soft and warm flesh lovingly. “You look so delicious I had to touch myself for a minute, my cock keeps hurting as I continue to see you, Ominis.” he licked his lips as he explained to the blond. “I’m so wet, it’s kind of embarrassing.”

Ominis frowned for a second, then snorted.

Leave it to Y/N to get into a trance of desire, for once not thinking with his upper head, always the smart ass and rational type in most situations- Unless Ominis was involved. Sometimes the blond did believe that his fellow Slytherin was down bad for him.

“If you’re not having second thoughts...” Ominis parted a little more his legs as he got closer to the edge of the bed, where Y/N was kneeling. Closing his eyes, he sighed shakily and murmured. “I am yours to take.”

“Ominis...” Y/N groaned and quickly took the blond’s thighs, settling them in his shoulders. Without saying anything else, Y/N quickly acted on his desire. He looked with awe at his boyfriend’s cock, noticing how Ominis’ glans was also glistening with pre-seminal fluid, not quite as much as himself because Ominis, unlike him, didn’t touched himself in front of the other so shamelessly, but it was a nice amount to start with a smooth touch.

And he did. Y/N took Ominis’ cock with his right hand, his left one instead went to the boy’s balls. With his right hand, Y/N started to touch the blond’s glans, taking the fluid, mixing it with his own and started to properly jerk off the other Slytherin. The grip was firm, but soft, a nice combination. The circumcised erection on his hand twitched at the sudden touch, but Y/N found it endearing. With a loving stare at Ominis’ milky eyes, Y/N got his face closer to the boy’s ballsack.

His right hand continued touching the other boy’s cock, his fingers occasionally massaging insistently at the opening on the glans, rubbing the fluid all over, then going up and down in a nice rhythm on all the length, enjoying the sight of the foreskin covering and uncovering the hot flesh. Utterly sinful, but enjoyable for both parts. With his left hand, Y/N massaged caringly at Ominis’ balls and with his face, he simply poked his tongue out and started licking the soft wrinkled skin, inhaling deep the musky manly scent Ominis possessed. Y/N moaned, taking one testicle inside his mouth, licking and sucking slightly. His eyes closed as he indulged himself in Ominis, beautiful, sweet Ominis.

Said boy, Ominis, opened his eyes suddenly at the sensations, all happening at the same time. It seemed that Y/N didn’t plan to take it slow- not that Ominis was complaining, but it was a lot to take at the same time. He could feel his eyes watering and his bottom lip tremble as Y/N continued to shamelessly masturbate him, picking up the pace as more pre-seminal fluid leaked from his glans, making the slide smoother and wetter, the absolute dirty sound of slapping started as his foreskin got wet, obviously Y/N not minding getting his hand a mess. And having his balls touched, licked and suckled... Ominis bucked his hips up when Y/N simulated a bite with lips on his right ball, it felt way too good to be real. A small sob escaped Ominis’ lips, followed by moans.

He couldn’t contain them anymore, it was the start, but it was an intense start. He couldn’t keep himself quiet even if he wanted to, and he didn’t. Y/N was doing just a great job and he deserved to know that he was making Ominis feel way too good, even if it was embarrassing.

It seemed that Y/N was enjoying this too, because not only Ominis’ private parts were slick with his fluids, but with Y/N’s too. His [color] haired boyfriend was producing so much saliva as he licked and sucked so much that it was dripping all over, Ominis could feel the liquid going from his balls to the in-between his asscheeks. He couldn’t contain the shiver that ran over his body, neither.

“Ominis, my beautiful Ominis. You’re so delightful, my beloved. So delicious. “ Y/N moaned as he went lower, kissing and licking from the tip of Ominis’ cock, to his perineum. Sucking every now and then on the veins of the blond’s cock, or his balls. "I can’t contain myself; I need-” with a quick movement, Y/N stood up, lying next to Ominis and pulling the boy on top of him, Ominis’ knees on each side of Y/N’s face, the pliant boy following Y/N’s requests. This position was easier for eating the blond out, plus, the thought of having Ominis actually riding his face... God, his cock already was throbbing at the thought of it, if Ominis got bolder and did that... Fuck, Y/N could cum untouched, he was pretty sure about that. The Slytherin turned him so much, it wasn’t even funny.

“R-ride your...?” Ominis’ face got beet red, a small stutter escaped him... it was utterly adorable, seeing him flustered. Ominis got comfier into the position, placing his hands on the headboard, he could feel Y/N’s warm breath on his inner thighs. He could picture the position they were in, it was... so revealing, so dirty.

“Yes, baby.” Y/N purred and placed his hands on Ominis’ hips, guiding him lower until Y/N’s face was practically a breath away from touching Ominis’ asscheeks. Then, once he was pleased with the position, Y/N’s hands moved to the blond’s cheeks, parting them and without saying anything else, Y/N indulged himself.

He started with a long lick all over Ominis’ hole, Y/N felt his heart clench with absolute adoration when he noticed that the blond had made a small jump at the feeling. His prince was so lovely...

“W-wh...?” Ominis tried to talk, but he got cut up. Y/N’s tongue started to increase its pace, licking quicker at the puckered ring of muscle, spreading saliva on it and poking the tip, as if he wanted entrance.

Ominis’ breath hitched, his hands gripping with force at the headboard. It was a strange feeling, having Y/N’s tongue... down there, shamelessly licking in a place where it shouldn’t be... but since when did Y/N followed the rules?

Plus... Ominis, even though it was a new first, found himself liking the sensation of his boyfriend going down on him orally in there. His face felt burning, but he let himself to enjoy the experience, Y/N did seem like he was enjoying it quite a lot, moaning and groaning, licking and sucking, his manly hands caressing Ominis’ asscheeks, squeezing and kneading them.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Ominis let out small moans as he felt Y/N quickening his pace. These hands continued to touch Ominis’ ass without any restriction, that wicked tongue licking and insisting on acquiring permission to his insides, the ring of muscles becoming loose but not quite enough yet. He could feel the Y/N’s saliva dripping down his thighs. “Y/N...” Ominis whined, eyes closing firmly, knuckles becoming white thanks to the gripping force he applied on the headboard.

“Yes, love, moan. Let me hear you, my darling.” Y/N cheekily bit one of Ominis’ asscheeks, his voice dropping a tone, sounding rough from desire. Then he continued tasting the blond, hands parting those lovely cheeks further.

Y/N couldn’t believe it, this was one of the bests days he ever had. He was lying down, eating Ominis Gaunt out in his bed, said blond boy moaning and looking like a complete meal above him. Y/N could feel Ominis’ thighs trembling, the slight movement of the blond going down whenever Y/N’s tongue did something right, or his hips going up when he got a certain area overstimulated, trying to escape from the sensation his boyfriend’s inflected until Y/N pulled those lovely hips down again, making him take it.

He could swear that Ominis was a complete sight to behold, Merlin... how Y/N wished he had one of these muggle dispositives, a camera, to capture this moment forever. A dirty reminder of an extremely good day for both of them.

The known ice prince was here, with him, showing him his vulnerable side and letting Y/N take care of him... Y/N couldn’t be happier, Ominis Gaunt, a truly selfless angel.

If someone told Y/N that a certain solitary and stoic, awfully cryptic but polite angry boy he met outside the Undercroft would let him do this to him, Y/N would have laughed at their face, but deep inside he would be hurt... because mere months ago, this was a fantasy. A mere wet dream when he was dreaming in the dark of the night... or daydreaming in class, with said boy next to him, not paying him any attention.

But now... now it was reality, the world was wonderful every now and then.

With the insistence of his tongue and the slickness his saliva had, he felt Ominis’ hole finally given up, declaring the war lost. Y/N won, and he took advantage of it. As if he were a man suffering from the worst thirst, seconds away from death of dehydration... he grabbed Ominis by the hips and straight up slammed the boy’s ass against his face, moaning when his tongue finally entered inside Ominis’. The warm and soft walls welcomed him, clenching on his tongue. Y/N moaned wantonly; this was heaven.

At the sudden grab, Ominis for a moment thought that he was going to fall, so he gripped on the headboard tighter until he realized that his perverted boyfriend had basically smashed his face against Ominis’ ass, penetrating him with his tongue. Closing his eyes firmly, Ominis’ face pressed against the headboard, brokenly moaning. His hips trying to escape the weird sensation of wet intrusion, but Y/N keep him in place, his still kneading Ominis’ ass and his tongue doing those obscene thrusts inside and out.

“ Mmnm, Y/N... you’re... you’re a pervert.” Ominis moaned, coming to terms that he did love this bedroom activity. Y/N was so hungry for him which always got him going... and this? Once the sensation stopped being weird, it felt... good. Merlin, he could feel his hole clenching, gushing the excess of Y/N’s saliva out. “A-ahh... yes, yes, there.”

“Mmnh,” Y/N agreed enthusiastically, his left hand travelling to Ominis’ cock, starting to masturbate it. Ominis was leaking so much, he did enjoy this. His cock throbbed so much; he wasn’t going to last any longer. Y/N was a man of many talents, indeed.

It was too much, feeling his ass getting eaten out and being masturbated at the same time, Ominis could feel his balls tightening. His bottom lip trembled, and his thighs were closing unconsciously, without knowing, he started moving his hips up and down, riding Y/N’s face like he wanted to.

Y/N immediately took notice of it, and he loved every second of it. Ominis was starting to prioritize his pleasure than his composure and it was just... so damn hot. He could feel Ominis’ knees touching each side of his neck, If Ominis continued to close his thighs he could choke Y/N with them... the thought shouldn’t have been that arousing but... Ominis riding his face and choking him with his thighs? Was this heaven? So be it. He was only human; the heavens were glorious for permitting him have this, for having Ominis Gaunt as his lover.

As the seconds passed, Ominis’ moans increased in frequency and volume, his hips losing that shyness and now properly riding Y/N’s face. It was truly a sight, the blond’s hair was completely unkept, his face was a little sweaty and the blush expanded to his chest. His small happy trail was slick with sweat, and his cock was fully erected, a red tint on his leaking glans. The whole cock was completely wet with his own fluids, heavy balls tightening... and his hole clenching uncontrollably on Y/N’s tongue, completely wet as well, but this time with Y/N’s saliva. His ass had a faint red tint from all the fondling Y/N did on them.

Y/N continued to lick, suck and masturbate the blond until he felt the boy tensing and letting out a loud moan, followed by a few sobs, immediately, he felt Ominis closing his thighs with an incredibly force. His insides clenched impossibly tight, his lithe body trembling entirely. In that moment Y/N knew that Ominis was cumming, Y/N kept eating the boy out, but his left hand quickly went downwards, going inside his boxer shorts and starting to desperately masturbate himself.

Ominis was such a beautiful being, so divine and delicious. With a deep moan, Y/N took his own cock on his hand, taking notice of how get he was and starting to jerk himself off: up and down, teasing the glans as he slowly let Ominis go, the blond boy lifting his hips up the moment he felt overstimulated by Y/N’s insistent tongue.

Ominis sobbed as he felt how his cock shoot the ribbons of cum, his hips escaping his lover’s caresses. He felt his hole gaping a little, the sticky sensation of saliva in there making him feel obscene, along with the feeling of saliva running down his thighs... but he enjoyed it nonetheless, especially as he heard Y/N touching himself, beneath him, no doubt looking at Ominis’ ass, being the huge pervert he already was. The dirty sound of Y/N’s hands touching his own cock at the sight of Ominis... it made him feel the ‘butterflies’ inside his stomach, as fellow students described the feeling of being with someone you loved.

“So delicious, Omimi.” Y/N groaned he felt himself climaxing, eyes half-lidding as he saw Ominis retreating from the now embarrassing position (at least for Ominis, who was flashing his everything to Y/N), giving Y/N a fantastic view of all his naked, affected, body. There was a healthy flush and sweat traces on Ominis’ body, said boy had his navel and right hand covered in that incriminating white fluid... Ominis’ cum. With his free hand, before Ominis could move further, Y/N took Ominis’ cum-covered had and guided it towards his mouth, not having a single doubt as he took it inside his mouth, licking it clean, digit by digit, and the entirety of his palm.

Y/N swallowed Ominis’ cum as he continued jerking himself, reaching his climax no long after. His own balls tightening, his wet glans made him feel that delicious burning feeling he got whenever he rubbed so insistently. Y/N’s orgasm approached so violently, quickly, Y/N covered the small opening to not stain the sheets any further... strings of white cum escaped the tip, making even more of a mess on his cock, which now was covered with his own sticky, warm white semen, pooling at the base. How... would it feel to enter inside of Ominis like this, with his cock covered in cum? Would it be easier to thrust in? Would Ominis like it?

Y/N moaned louder at the thought and continued jerking it until the sensations became too much, stopping once his cock decided it was enough of showing its appreciation for Ominis by emptying his balls. Then Y/N casted a cleaning charm for both of them, wandless magic now being one of Y/N’s talents. He took a deep breath and swallowed a whine.

Once Ominis felt that Y/N calmed himself a little, he abandoned the position and instead, he lied down next to his boyfriend. Immediately, Ominis hugged Y/N by his hips, sighing as he nuzzled his face against Y/N’s neck, inhaling deeply that masculine scent that he loved so much.

Y/N took a deep breath and returned the hug, smiling brightly at Ominis.

“You’re so cute, Omimi.” Y/N kissed Ominis deeply and lovingly, noticing how Ominis’ blond hair no longer was slickened backwards, it was all over the place. He looked so damn cute. Then, Y/N kissed Ominis’ forehead. “I’m sorry for all that happened, I promise I won’t go looking for trouble... purposefully.”

“I know that you don’t. But do be careful, love.” Ominis sighed, not abandoning Y/N’s neck, instead, he got comfier in there. “I just hate that you hide things like that from me.”

“I won’t do it anymore, I promise.” Y/N answered immediately, pressing small kisses on every beauty mark on Ominis’ face. “I will come straight to you, I promise, nurse Gaunt. And I will try my best to not get my hard head smacked so much.”

Ominis snorted but hugged him closer, he seriously loved this idiot.

“Deal.”

+++

Once the couple got their pajamas on, they drew the curtains in Ominis’ bed and cuddled each other, drifting slowly to sleep between whispered sweet-nothings and promises to care for each other. They were that couple.

Unknowingly to them, a very flustered and red-faced Sebastian Sallow had been an unexpected witness of their whole... love session.

In Sebastian’s defense, he had been about to leave the dormitory since Ominis had asked him earlier to before he had accepted to talk with Y/N, telling Sebastian that he was going to knock some sense into Y/N’s hard head and things could get ugly, and that he didn’t want to draw Sebastian into a lover's quarrel. But he didn’t leave in time, and when he had heard his two friends arguing outside the dorm, Sebastian had casted a disillusionment charm to sneak out whenever they were distracted enough to not notice the door suddenly opening but... but.

Everything escalated rather quickly, one second, they were arguing and other... was Ominis flirting? And Y/N acting like he was totally whipped on Ominis’ finger? It was amusing to watch... so he stayed. Sebastian was curious about their relationship now, because they never looked lovey-dovey whenever the three of them were hanging out, saying that they didn’t want to make things awkward. Instead of a couple, whenever all of them were together, they looked like normal friends. So, he was curious and stayed... but then things got heated. Like, really heated.

Now the sight of his best friend spitting on his other friend was forever burned in Sebastian’s mind and... the whole thing.

He couldn’t believe he had just watched Y/N lick Ominis’ ass, and Ominis enjoying it, then both getting really into it. It was... hot. Sebastian had never thought that gay sex was hot, but his own cock seemed to disagree now, his own trousers pathetically tented and begging for release.

Ominis and Y/N shall never know about this.

#one shot #male reader #Ominis Gaunt x male reader #Ominis Gaunt x Y/N #Ominis Gaunt #Ominis Gaunt x MC #Ominis x MC #Ominis x male oc #ominis x player character

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Missed Opportunities

So I’m currently trying to write smut for my Blindsided fic (about time) and have come to realise I just love writing fluff so much.

Summary - Sebastian stumbles upon Victoria after returning from a wedding. He’s confronted with the feelings he’s been repressing for years.

Warnings - None, fluff fluff fluff!

Word Count - 3454

Never in all of his years, did he think having a Pureblood friend would be so…exhausting.

Perhaps maybe, Sebastian was spoiled with Ominis. He was constantly invited to weddings and proposals. They were a common occurrence at the Slytherin Table over breakfast. But all of them were met with a derisory sneer and a not-so-polite refusal.

But Victoria…

Her family was huge.

She had cousins wedded into the Black family, meaning every invitation must be accepted lest she evoke the Headmasters wrath. The Black and Grey family had a good relationship, one her parents were not eager to destroy. And though he already had a soft spot for Victoria considering she was both the Hero of Hogwarts and a Pureblood, perhaps refusing to attended a wedding between their families would put a strain on that

Toujours Pur indeed.

And the proposals…

They irked Sebastian the most. Especially the one sent from the Gaunts for her hand. Ominis and Victoria had a wonderful little chuckle about the whole thing and spent a week playfully calling each other husband and wife.

Much to Sebastian’s disdain.

He most certainly did not enjoy that scenario. His best friend and the girl he has loved since he had met her? No.

It was when Ominis heard Sebastian snap the armrest off one of the flimsy Library chairs, that he stopped. But only on the condition Sebastian finally admit that he loved her.

Thankfully her family were not the pushy type and were actually unbothered about marrying her off.

However…

The endless supply of Owls that dropped letter after letter sealed with sickly sweet pink wax and a white ribbon, boiled Sebastian’s blood.

Of course, watching her open them from three tables away was bad…

…but having her leave for those weddings was worse.

Usually she was gone by breakfast and he missed her completely, spending the whole day wondering when she got back, would a silver band be wrapped around her finger.

It was almost one in the morning when Sebastian decided to give up on his search for different Charms and Spells banned around the world. Fascinating what some cultures deem dangerous. He didn’t even need to be there. After Rookwoods death and Anne’s curse halted somewhat, he roamed the Library…simply to learn.

He strolled, bold as brass, out of the Restricted Section, no need to a Disillusionment Charm, nodding to a particularly disgruntled Scribner as he left.

With Ominis as a prefect, Victoria friends with the Headmaster and his grades now impeccable, Sebastian was basically untouchable.

He knew it.

And Scribner knew it.

Sebastian chuckled to himself as he left the Library, the eyes of all the prefects patrolling Central Hall boring into the back of his head. This only made him smirk more.

He still wasn’t tired, but his body was now operating on instinct. He lurched forward towards the Common Room but it’s wasn’t until he veered off did his brain catch on to what his body was doing.

It wasn’t the Slytherin Common Room he was moving towards…

…it was Gryffindors.

And as he rounded the corner near The Fat Lady, a vision of beauty dressed in deep burgundy careened into him, her hands flying forward to catch herself and settling over his chest. He acted on reflex, grabbing forward to catch the offending clutz, fighting every instinct in him to not stare slack jawed at the girl now in his arms.

“Sebastian…” Victoria breathed. Clearly she was in shock from literally running into someone in the corridors, but the way he heard it sent a tingle down his spine. He imagined different scenarios where she would whisper his name like that.

“What are doing wandering the halls at this time?” She scolded with a smirk tugging at her painted lips.

“Have I ever needed a reason to break school rules?” He lied expertly, keeping his hands firmly on her forearms.

In case she falls down he told himself

“Well that’s certainly true…” she laughed softly, tilting her head in curiosity when she notices he’s not making eye contact.

His eyes had dropped to the layered sheer material that clung to her form. A long elegant slit up her leg, accentuated her slender legs along side the painfully tall heels that now made her almost the same height as him.

Ethereally pale, with dark hair and her blood red dress made her look dangerous. Almost vampiric. The sharp blue of her eyes amongst the sultry shadows of her eyes only added to that allure.

Although she had been out all day, her hair and makeup was immaculate. Or was she wearing any? Her lips were obviously redder than normal but Sebastian couldn’t tell if that rosy flush across her cheeks was powdered on or real.

It didn’t matter.

“Sebastian, what are you looki-“

“You’re stunning…” he said confidently, before adding quietly “…Merlins beard…” his eyes slowly trailed up and down her body, scanning every inch of exposed pale flesh. Her shoulders, her arms, her chest where the dress had pushed her up deliciously.

“I…” the way his eyes drank her in made her cheeks burn and her hands tighten around the fabric of his robes, balling into fists at his chest. “…Thank you” she muttered, embarrassed, her voice laced with fatigue.

“Long day?” He asked with a smirk, amused at how a simply comment could break her resolve so easily. No longer a dangerous temptress but putty, quite literally, in his hands.

“Mmm…” she mumbled shifting within his arms “These shoes are ridiculous. My feet are killing me”

“Come on…let me help you to your dorm. I’ll carry your shoes” he gestured, almost exasperated, for her to give him the offending shoes. Secretly, he enjoyed how small she was without them, and he would quite like his diminutive friend back. As she shuffled the heels off and she fell by several inches, he chuckled and delighted in the soft moans of relief she made upon removing them.

“I suppose you can sit with me for a while…” she said with a soft sleepy smile, passing him the shoes with a limp wrist.

He just nodded, eyes wide like an obedient little puppy looking up adoringly at its owner. He followed her towards the portrait of The Fat Lady, her frame opening upon seeing Victoria and slamming back shut when she caught sight of Sebastian. The Fat Lady squinted through a tiny pair of glasses perched upon a long stick. Her face twisting in disgust and she shook her head.

“Come on…it’s Sebastian. He’s my oldest friend” Victoria reasoned, her shoulder slumping as though she could really do without this argument.

Sebastian tried to not let the disappointment show as he heard her refer to him as a ‘friend’.

The Portrait simply opened her frame again and pointedly slamed it shut, her arms crossing over her bosom.

“Ad Nauseum” Victoria said mimicking the Fat Lady’s stance, her tone taking on a parental quality Sebastian only heard when he’d done something truly stupid. “I’ve said the password, you must let me in” she smirked as an idea popped into her head “Or would you like to be responsible for the sighting of a Proud Gryffindor skulking around the Slytherin Dungeons?”

The Fat Lady gasped dramatically muttering expletives under her breath as the frame opened once more.

“Well I know when I’m not wanted” Sebastian pouted, raising an eyebrow at the tiny hole behind the frame “You have to the crawl through that?”

“Yes” she sighed, hoisting her dress into a ball around her hips “Rather undignified if you ask me. I don’t think the Hogwarts Architect considered the female population when he created this”

Sebastian exhaled a laugh watching as she crawled through the tunnel with more grace than she gave herself credit for. His eyes shamelessly dropped to her rear as he followed closely behind her, almost falling out of the other end. Clearly he was distracted.

Thankfully, once he’d entered into the Gryffindor Common Room, there were other things to distract him away from her…assets

His eyes drew over the medieval tapestries and garish red and gold decor. It was warm, Sebastian would give them that, but in that moment, he thanked the Sorting Hat for its correct decision in putting him in Slytherin.

And was that…a snitch? The constant annoying buzzing he could hear from somewhere to his right was enough to make him miss the dungeons.

“Ugh…” he groaned in clear distaste for his surroundings “…Are you sure you don’t want to be sighted down in the dastardly dungeons?” He said swiping his finger across the stone fireplace and rubbing his fingers as though they were covered in filth.

“Absolutely certain…” she huffed as she threw herself at the plush sofa opposite him. Her head lulled backwards onto the armrest, her eyes closing as she relaxed for the first time all day.

Sebastian chuckled and joined her, pulling her feet into his lap and propping his own up on the coffee table ahead of him.

“How was the wedding?” He asked, a sinking feeling of despair settled in his stomach as he thought of her answer;

It was wonderful. The Malfoy family finally approached my father for my hand. We’re to be wed in the spring!

“Mmm…Lovely” came her actual unenthusiastic answer “Though…I wish I’d had a plus one. I wish you’d have been there” she said softly, her eyes still closed.

He opened his mouth to respond, something sharp and witty and typically Sebastian. But the energy in the room felt soft and…safe. He decided perhaps honesty were for the best.

“That makes two of us” he muttered, his voice low and gentle.

“Really?” Her eyes fluttered open to look at him, propping herself up on her elbows “You’d suffer with me?”

“I wouldn’t call spending a day with you suffering” he chuckled, leaning his cheek against his knuckles.

“Have you ever been to a wedding?” She asked incredulously, electing to ignore the obvious flirtation in his comment.

“Well…no actually. But-“

“That settles it…” She interrupts “…My next wedding I’m asking for a plus one and you’re coming with me”

“Why?” He asked, laughing “Miss me that much?”

“I did actually” she said rather casually

That same energy returned. Safe and honest. The ambient glow of the fire bathed her in an orange hue, highlighting the bright blue of her eyes as they looked back at him.

“…I missed you too” he admitted

“Well…” She hummed softly and smiled “I’m back now. You can start making it up to me”

“Making it up to you?’ What exactly am I compensating for?” His tone slipped so easily back to his charming and playful self.

“For not telling me you were willing to come before. Do you know how many weddings I’ve had to attend alone?” She said accusatorially “Weddings are not fun alone. No one to talk to, no one to dance with, no one t-“

“Hold on….” Sebastian interrupted, his hands held ahead of him as though to halt the whole conversation “You don’t dance at these things?

“No? Who would I dance with?l

“I don’t know…I thought someone would have asked you” he turned to her, desperately trying to hide the encroaching smug smirk across his lips.

No one else had touched her!

“You mean to tell me; no one, not one person, has asked you to dance at these little engagement parties and weddings and the like” he was failing spectacularly to conceal the joy in his voice, to the point he almost sounded mocking.

“No?” She answered simply, his tone setting her cheeks a flame “…At risk of you teasing me more…I’ve never actually danced…At all”

Never had he been more thankful for her intimidating beauty.

“That won’t do” he says and stands dragging her by her wrist up and off the sofa. She goes limp and heavy, battling to stay seated.

“W-Wait…What are you doing?” Sebastian laughed at the clear panic in her voice.

“Dancing obviously” her flashed her a brilliant, utterly charming smile “We need to Fix this little problem you have” he continued, gently tugging her up.

“No no…I can’t I’m far too clumsy…” she argued weakly.

And if I dance with you I will definitely fall in love with you; She thought as her brows knitted together in the confusion of her emotions.

“As if I would ever let you fall…” he said softly, all traces of charm and flirtation gone. He just sounded…genuine.

With a small spin in his arms, he pulled her hand up to his shoulder. She sighed and positioned herself properly…or at least what she remembered seeing. Slowly, his hand snaked around her waist and she fought with everything in her to not gasp and fan herself like those Victorian Muggle women.

His hand splayed wide, his palm almost entirely covering the small of her back, fingers, long and sharp curling around her waist. His other was innocently holding her hand aloft leading her in the small silent slow dance. She could feel the callouses across his hand and thought absentmindedly about how he’d gotten them.

Duelling? Helping out at home? Toiling over the little garden next to his home, the suns rays beating down on-

She shook her head and looked down at their feet, desperate to distract herself from the blush creeping across her chest.

She failed.

Looking down only brought attention to the fact she was stood so close to him. Couldn’t even see her feet. Just her chest, pressed into his ribs.

Her nervousness must have been blatant. Sebastian could always read her like a book and if there’s anything Sebastian was good at…it’s reading.

“Don’t be nervous, Angel…” he chuckled “We’re just dancing” his voice was soothing and low, despite his overwhelming urge to tease her. And to kiss her…

With the sudden absence of every dance she’d ever watched leaving her mind, she didn’t know what to do. She leant into him, hoping he could compensate for her inexperience. Or at least hoping she could wrap herself in his warmth and calm the reddening of her cheeks on that.

Sebastian leaned in slightly too, so they were almost cheek-to-cheek as they danced. It meant that his back was stooped low, but the dull ache at the nape of his neck was worth feeling her this close.

His arms wrapped around her back, kept her close. He led them in silence, swaying her from side to side. And in stark contrast to her flushed skin and wild heart, Sebastian felt sick and like his heart might stop any second.

In this moment, Victoria wasn’t some unobtainable Angel who’d helped his sister and clawed him back from the brink of insanity. She was the girl he adored more than anything. And who was currently…his.

In his arms.

Resting against his chest.

His grip tightened around her at this thought, pushing it aside and concentrating on the small circles he moved her around the room in.

He could hear her shaky breath, right next to his ear. His mind, so graciously, tortured him with pictures of what her lips would look like as she breathed. How they parted and her tongue would dart out to wet her lips.

He sighed and with great effort, pulled his face away from hers. He missed the warmth of her cheek immediately, making him shiver. Instead, he moved his chin to the top of her head.

Away from her distractions.

Away from those lips.

And then, there was that atmosphere again. Honesty. Security. Safety.

“You know…” he started wistfully, not quite grasping what words were leaving his mouth, his own ears hearing them at the same time as Victoria’s “…I’ve been mad on you since that duel”

“What?” Her voice was soft but had a distinct strangled quality…

“Since you looked at me…” he exhaled a simply laugh through his nose. His eyes closing, resounding himself to whatever hole he was in the process of digging himself into “…I knew you were special. For a fraction of a second…I forgot about my sister”

He sighed.

He hated admitting it, and he hated how his hormonal teenage body allowed such a transgression . But it was true.

When she knocked him from that platform and offered him her hand…there was no curse. There was no goblin rebellion. There was just…her.

“I…”

“I don’t need you to say anything…” his whole body tensed around her, refusing to let her go in that moment. She sounded…he wasn’t sure…

He wanted for tonight to never end, even though he may have spoiled it. Right now, the air was filled with such possibility, and yes, those possibilities involved rejection. But to have her here for just a little bit longer, in his arms...

Victoria pulled away from him, holding him at an arms length, her hand pressed against his chest and the other still in his hand. There was a quiet happiness that she was not often used to seeing on Sebastian's face. Usually he covered it with a mask irritating charm, mischievous joy…or he just looked…sad.

She felt his slow, heavy heartbeat against her fingers.

Always so calm and yet so manic.

“I thought you were an arrogant arsehole…” she whispered honestly. He snorted out a deep laugh, looking down at her.

“Thanks…” The same irritatingly charming mask slipped over his features again and he smirked. Before he could open his mouth, to undoubtedly say something witty, her fingers touched his jaw as though she could lift a literal mask from his face.

“Don’t do that…” she chastised softly “Don’t hide how you really feel. You don’t need to with me…”

He reached up to touch her fingers stroking softly along his jaw. His features softened and he looked adoringly down at her.

“I…”

“I thought you were an arrogant arsehole.” She repeated with conviction “…then you took the fall for me in the library. You didn’t even know me. But you could help…so you did. Because you’re selfless, and brave, and sweet”

Her fingers pushed into the hair behind his ear, her other hand mirroring it to cup either side of his face.

“And you should probably be in Gryffindor”

“Watch it…” he snapped back with a smirk.

“I’ve been mad on you…since you said ‘I came alone’…” she said staring into the deep dark wells of his eyes “…So I may owe you a couple days” she teased.

Sebastian’s breath caught in his throat as he tried to laugh. She always made him feel so at ease but right now…he didn’t want her jokes. He didn’t want her teasing.

He wanted…needed her.

“Victoria…” he whispered, leaning in slowly into her hands, his voice soft and full of affection.

He leaned ever closer into her warmth, craving more of that safe, soft feeling that was tingling at his neck. Their lips brushed past each other softly…like the chiffon of her dress. Their touch like a breath upon each others skin.

Before he couldn’t take it anymore…

Sebastian pressed his lips against hers. His heart almost gave out as he felt a rush of emotions, finally having the ability to express all of his love for her. In a form that wasn’t empty gestures and futile brief encounters.

“Angel” he muttered once more as their lips parted. He shrugged her hands away from him and seized her cheek. His fingers almost wrapped around her neck if he didn’t push them into her hair.

The second time he pressed his lips to her it lasted longer. And longer still. He didn’t want to stop, to pull away. The world around him faded away. His heart now kick started, pounded against his chest.

And despite his insides twisting and churning as though they would escape him, he couldn’t bring himself to kiss her how he wanted.

Gently, his lips glided over hers. Softly, his hands gripped her jaw. Slowly, his thumbs brushed over her cheeks. Until, eventually and reluctantly he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against Victoria’s shoulder, scooping his arms around her waist and holding her against him.

Victorias breath in his ear was fast and shallow.

How did she not know Sebastian could be this gentle?

Her fingers gripped the sides of his robes, fearing if she let go this would all be a dream.

In this moment, Victoria wasn’t some unobtainable Angel who’d helped his sister and clawed him back from the brink of insanity. She was not some untouchable beauty that he thought himself unworthy of.

In this moment, Victoria was his Angel. His true love that he had been holding back for all these years. And now, tonight…finally, he had her.

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