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frenziedfireworks · 9 months

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Late Nights

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Summary : You are super tired but your boyfriend has other ideas.

CW : SMUT, 18+ Characters, f!reader, somnophilia, degrading, breeding kink, needy & very horny seb

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Sebastian was insatiable. You didn’t know where he stored the energy even throughout such a cumbersome day.

Both of you had spent the day doing chores and getting the house ready for Anne. She would be visiting soon and Merlin forbid she sees a speck of dust in the house. You had been deathly tired after and went to bed early.. or so you had planned. It hadn’t even been thirty minutes before you felt the bed dip and Sebastian sigh. You ignored his hands that trailed up your form and continued to rest.

“Y/N are you awake?” Sebastian’s breath fanned against your ear and you scrunched up. You knew what kind of mood he was in and could tell what was coming.

“No.” You responded and tried to keep in a laugh.

“Oh what a shame.” Sebastian snorted and you felt his hand crawl under your gown. His fingers played against the flesh of your thighs and his lips nipped at your ear.

“Y/N..” He pleaded again and you sighed.

“If you want me that bad then take me. I’m worn out Sebastian.” You whispered and kicked your nightgown off. Something had awakened in your boyfriend from the comment as he gripped you harshly.

“You’re gonna let me fuck you while you sleep?” He rasped and you felt your core throb. So that’s what he was thinking of. You couldn’t deny that the thought of him using you to pleasure himself even while you were asleep was deeply arousing.

“Yes. You can use me.” You whisper out and shut your eyes again as you relish in his touch. His hands automatically began tweaking at your chest with a rapid pace. His teeth bit circles into your neck which were sure to leave bruises by the morning.

“Fuck.” Sebastian groaned as he rutted his erection against your ass. You could only let a small moan as you felt his hand travel down to your mound. His fingers worked fast circles around your nub, desperation clawing away at his mind. He was more akin to an animal than man, leaving not even a second to waste. His large digit pressed into your needy hole, your body shaking at the new pressure.

“Fuck that’s right. Look at you swallowing my finger. Greedy fucking girl even when you’re half asleep.”

His pace was erratic and you felt him insert another finger. Your body contorted with pleasure as he hit the right spot. A low chuckle filled the silence as he continued.

“Gonna fucking cum on my fingers and then I’m gonna plug you with my cock. You’re gonna take it all like the whore you are.”

His vulgar words only sent you higher, your hand gripping at the sheet below. Your core spasmed as you came, drenching your boyfriends hand in the process.

“Oh fuck. Look at the mess you’ve made. Can’t even help yourself huh?” Sebastian bit at your neck and you groaned a bit.

“Gonna fuck your poor little pussy now. Fill you up and let you wake up to a mess.”

Sebastian’s cock rubbed through your folds, teasing you as he positioned himself. It didn’t take long at all for him to plunge into your sensitive hole. You clenched and moaned at the intrusion, adjusting to his size.

“Oh fuck. You always feel so fucking good! So tight for me. Built to take my cock.”

He began to piston into you, his grip on your hips brutal. The room felt like a sauna and your body flopped with each thrust to your core. Lewd slapping noises and Sebastian’s grunts were the only thing you could hear as your mind fluttered in and out of consciousness. You could feel yourself getting closer and evidently Sebastian was too.

“I can feel you clenching me princess. Why don’t you cum on my cock so I can fill this pussy up like it deserves?” His hand trailed down to rub at your bundle of nerves and your body jolted.

“Mmm…” you moaned out in a sleepy stupor and he just laughed.

“Yeah I bet you like it slut. Cum for me.”

Your body did as it was told, hitting that euphoric high for the second time. It wasn’t even seconds later that you felt his pace go slack and his warmth fill you up. His hips jutted a few more times before he finally stopped, an arm pulling you flush against his chest.

“Thanks darling. You’re the best.” He murmured as he kissed the nape of your neck. You ran your hand along his toned thigh that laid behind you and hummed.

“Night you beast.” You whispered and he snorted.

“Goodnight princess.”

#sebastian sallow x reader smut #sebastian sallow smut #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #hogwarts legacy x reader

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disneyprincemuke · 24 days

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time to rockʸ and roᵒll * female!driver(s)

“how does it feel to be back?”

the girl in the maroon racesuit smiles at the woman behind the camera. she tilts her head to the side to stretch her neck and adjusts the velcro of her race suit. “i feel amazing. it’s honestly good to be back,” the girl scrunches her nose as she fixes her hair. “so, grill the grid, right?”

“yep. we’re gonna start off with a pop quiz,” the older woman trails off with a teasing smile and looks down at her clipboard, flipping over a piece of paper, “on account of seb.”

“seb?” the girl asks, blinking with her eyebrows furrowed and head tilted. “like sebastian vettel? retired german race car driver now race engineer for the new team on the grid sebastian vettel?”

the older woman nods again. “you ready?”

“pop quiz?” the driver reiterates, throwing her head back in shock. “do i get a prize?”

“i believe so.” she lifts her head with a friendly smile and nods. “you ready? i heard you’ll really like the prize — even if you get it wrong, i believe.”

that’s not something you hear every day — walking away a winner as a loser. “really? i still get a prize even if i get the answer wrong?” she takes a deep breath and sighs with a grin. “okay, i’m ready. ask away.”

“what’s the name of the new team on the grid?”

“andretti cadillac… racing? they don’t have f1 in their team name… i don’t suppose…”

“oh, that’s a really good start!”

“i wasn’t sure.”

“what are the names of the 3 rookies on the grid this year?”

“can i ask you a question as well?”

“sure.”

“there’s 3 rookies on the grid this year?” the producer nods. “all in different teams?” she nods again. the driver puffs her cheeks out and puts her hands on her hips, tilting her head as she starts to think. “i know mclaren acquired the australian kid — oscar… and alex saying something about logan’s promotion late last year… but a third rookie? another team went for a rookie this year?”

“it was all the rage when they announced it in late january. where have you been?”

the girl throws her head back with a laugh, “i’m not very up to date with racing news.” she bites down on her bottom lip as she gets her brain to work again. “wow, i’ve really got no idea. i wanna go on a whim and say fred? maybe got felipe out of the aston martin reserve spot?”

“wrong,” a disembodied voice speaks. someone jumps out from a coveted spot in the studio with something in their hands, a wide smile spreading their lips and a thud bouncing off the walls as their feet meet the ground. “it’s me.”

the girl in maroon drops her jaw, eyes widening and back straightening. “rocky!”

the girl in purple squeaks and hops in the air. “roo!”

notes: listen,, the only time i'm putting my notes at the end of my fic is now (also because it's giving me wattpad core because that's how i used to do it lMFAO) anyway, @angsthology and i have always talked about rocky and roo linking up and this has been in the wip forever and i'm soooo excited to finally post it

also because this is that universe where i keep saying mocky will end up toGETHER SO HERE WE GOO YEAHHHHH

@33-81 @darleneslane @namgification @localwhoore @happy-nico @nikfigueiredo

#f1 x reader #f1 female driver #f1 fem!driver #formula one x reader #fem!driver #female driver #disneyprincemuke #disneyprincemuke imagine #disneyprincemuke imagines #disneyprincemuke f1 #disneyprincemuke roockyverse

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writingshushf1 · 1 year

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Touch my body

Summary: you've been such a bad girl...

Rating: +18

Warnings: p! with no plot, humiliation kink, spanking, degradation, bit of a sir kink?

Word count: 1.3k

Note: i'm going to hell, god. i love this but really after this one? i should be writing the fluffiest fluff or a sad thing, really- it worn me out

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You had spent the whole evening teasing Sebastian and now you were going to pay for it.

The moment you two stepped inside of his home, he grabbed your wrists with one hand and put them on your back, pushing you to walk towards the living room. At that moment, the only thing you could hear was his heavy breathing close to your ear, you didn’t dare to say a word until he sat on the sofa.

“Seb…”

“Don’t.” The German crossed his arms looking at you. “Only in your panties, c’mon, the longer you take, worse it will be…”

His eyes were eating you up while you took the pastel pink dress you wore. Since you weren’t wearing a bra, soon you looked how he wanted to - earning a groan escaping his lips when he saw your breasts hanging free. Vettel patted on his thigh, looking at you, but when you were about to sit on his lap, his hands went to your waist, laying down your body against his lap.

Your breath hitched in hesitation, knowing exactly what he was up to.

Before anything, he took his tie off, tying around your wrists, making you close your eyes and let your face sink a little bit against the sofa cushion. Sebastian’s hands started to roam around your body, holding your butt cheeks and spreading them, soon starting to grope them slowly. All this provocation was making you wet on your trousers and he was very aware of that, however, he pretended that he didn’t notice.

The first slap against your bum made you hiss and a smile came across his face.

“Oh, you don’t look so confident anymore, darling…” He whispered, holding your hair with his free hand. “That’s because you’re such a weak slut, right? Say it.”

“I’m a weak slut, Seb.”

“Good. Let’s see if you can take your punishment.”

Vettel spread your legs a bit, giving a hard slap on each cheek. While his other hand came back to the lower part of your body again, he smacked your flesh again. Your small whimpers made you feel a bulge underneath your body - he was so aroused with this somewhat roleplay of yours.

“So you think you can just tease me all night long, in front of my engineers and my boss and come out free? No, no, no. You’re a bad girl that needs to be taught.”

You couldn’t stop squirming under his touch, the slaps were making you feel so good, on the other hand, Sebastian was getting angry at all your movements, so he grabbed your cheek so hard that his fingernails left marks on it.

“Stop moving. Now.”

“Okay, sir.” You mumbled, however you earned a slap from it.

“Louder.”

“Okay, sir.” When he heard your words, he soothed your bum for a few seconds.

“Color?” He asked, fidgeting his hands on your underwear.

“Green.”

He took your panties out, letting his fingers pass into your core. The blond smiled to feel how damp it was.

“Such a bad girl, getting soaked with only a few slaps?” Sebastian smacked your cheeks again. “Let’s see if you can take it more than that. But remember, you can’t cum until I tell you so.”

His hand caressed around your sex, exploring its lips and entrance, but never your clit - which was making you ache in need of stimulation. Sebastian saw how much you needed that, so his thumb started to rub circles on top of it, while two fingers went inside of you, pumping insanely fast. You couldn’t hold your moans, that was everything you wanted in that moment - so did he.

The tip of his fingers moving inside of you were curled, making you get closer to your climax. You started to chant to Vettel “let me cum”, however he stopped moving, taking his hand out of your core, slapping your cheeks multiple times in punishment for asking to release yourself.

You whined in disapproval, but before you could protest any longer, his hand went to the little desk on the side of the sofa, opening one of the drawers and pulling out a pink rabbit vibrator. He teased you for a few seconds, turning it on and massaging around your small lips, then suddenly, he pushed all of it inside of you, pulling a sore moan out of your lips. A chuckle came out of Sebastian’s when he saw how fucked out you were already, but it was just the beginning. His hands were smacking against your ass again and again, making you feel your skin burn from all the spanking.

You were getting close again, so you looked at him, batting your eyelashes and putting on your best puppy face.

“Oh, the little slut wants to cum? Should I let you?”

“Yes, please, Seb… I want it so hard.”

“Do you think you deserve a reward for being such a bad girl?”

“But I…”

“No buts. I don’t think you deserve it yet.”

He reached out for the vibrator, taking it out of you and turning it off. Vettel got you out of his lap, but kept you laying down on the sofa, so he could kneel right next to you. The German took out his button up and buckled off his belt, pulling his pants down with his boxers. He was very hard and leaking pre cum, which made you salivate, wanting him inside of you.

Sebastian opened your mouth and soon as pushing his dick inside of it, going at a slow pace at first, to make you used to it. As he quickened his pace, tears were pricking down at the corner of your eyes, while he muttered profanities in german. He was going so fast that you started gagging often - and if he kept feeling that on him, he wouldn’t last.

“Maybe after this… You do deserve to cum.”

He laid your body flat against the sofa, pressing your face against the cushions, while he positioned himself behind you. His blue eyes stared at your body lusciously and a smile crept up on his face, the way that the German was completely obsessed with your body, was on another level.

“You’re such a beautiful slut. That’s why I love to fuck you restlessly.” He whispered

Vettel let his cock play between your folds, getting all your wetness before he pushed all in once, making you whimper.

“Seb!” You whined, he was somewhat big, so that wasn’t the most comfortable way to get in.

“Color?”

“Green.”

“So what then? You can’t actually take it? Tell me.”

“You’re too big…” You whined again, feeling a hand come around your throat.

“C’mon schatz… You can take it. Don’t you want to be a good girl and cum?”

“I do.”

“So you can take up my cock.” He murmured against your ear, squeezing your neck slightly.

He was insatiable, his thrusts were fast and rough, making you sob with how hard he was going into you. To soothe you, he started to circle your clit again with his fingers, which you trembled with the action, feeling your climax close again, finally.

His free hand tightened around your hips, his pushes now being messier than ever - he was about to reach his climax too. You came on his length, squeezing him inside, in reaction, he groaned your name loudly, releasing himself inside of you. He pulled out slowly, earning a moan from both of you. Immediately after, his fingers were scooping the cum that was leaking out of you, pushing it inside again.

Sebastian sat down on the free space of the sofa, pulling your body to get lulled by on his lap. You laid your head on the crook of his neck, letting his hands hold you tight and feel the pampering kisses around your face.

“Was it good for you, liebling?” He muttered.

“Really good. And you?”

“Amazing.” He chuckled.

“I think I should tease you more then…”

“I’m not completely opposed to that, just to let you know.”

You chuckled too, grabbing his face and giving a deep and romantic kiss.

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notebooks-and-laptops · 11 months

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Actually I think that we should pay more attention to what the "hand over the apostates" banter means for Sebastians character, not just Fenris's.

Because. Yes. It shows Fenris is unwilling to hand over Hawke but more importantly Anders/Merrill who he has an antagonist relationship with.

But also...hey, Seb? You could just do that. Alone. You do not need Fenris and Aveline. Your favourite person in the city is the grand Cleric and if you even slightly hinted at it to her I bet they'd be in chains in the gallows before anyone could blink. Technically, you could argue that maybe there's some rule about the chantry needing/wanting more than one person to inform them of apostates but do we really think that the KIRKWALL templars follow that rule? No fucking way.

So...why does Sebastian go to Fenris and Aveline? We as the audience enjoy the fact that Fenris says no as highlighting something about his character, but Seb has been to Fenris's gambling nights where Anders is a key player. He's watched Fenris and Aveline drink with these people. I don't...think he expects a yes.

He's also...not friendly with Anders. But he and Merrill have genuinely theological debates that I reckon Seb actually sorta enjoys.

He's doing a very Sebastian thing here that digs into the core of his character. He is paroting chantry retoric and pretending it's The Most Important Thing when really his heart isn't in it. He's pretending to be the good little chantry boy, but what he really likes is running around fighting thugs and taking on the evils of the city with these mages. If anyone (from the chantry) asks he can say "I wanted to hand them in, I tried, but they wouldn't let me".

It's SUCH a Seb thing. He doesn't hand them in either! He just thinks he should because the chantry said so. He doesn't want to. He just wants to want to. Just like he wants to want to be a chantry brother with no power or wealth. Just like he wants to want to be merciful when he is really just full of venegnce.

Sebastian never manages to distangle his faith from the chantry. He doesn't even really work out what he likes and what he doesn't, like Cass, Viv or Leliana do. He just. Thinks he should like it all without any higher thought. Which means that he reacts like this when the chantry seem to be telling him one thing and he wants something else.

Sebastian and his cognitive dissonance about what he wants and what he wants to want and the hoops he will jump through to appear "good" while still basically getting what he wants is so fascinating to me. I wish it had been explored more and Seb had managed to work it out for himself and explore what parts of his faith were important to him and what parts were just something he felt cohersed into doing.

tl;dr, Sebastian didn't want to hand in Anders or Merrill either, which is why he asked instead of doing it. He just wanted to say he had tried to appease the invisible ghost of chantry propaganda sitting on his shoulder.

#dragon age #sebastian vael #fenris #da2 #dragon age 2

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blorbocedes · 2 months

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i wish u would write: more lesbians!sico 🙏🏻

"Would you still like me if I was a worm?"

Seb asks stupid questions like this, lying belly flop on Nico's dorm bed.

"No. Worms are disgusting." Nico rolls her eyes, carefully cutting out Britney Spears' image from the glossy magazine cover. She's going to mail order that halter top later.

Seb turns to look at her all sad with her freakish blue eyes and floppy hair, about to launch into an explanation about why worms are very important for the ecology, actually. Nico revises her answer. Blame Lewis for insults being her love language.

"I would put you in a terrarium. Plenty of enrichment. Good soil."

"We cannot date if I'm in a terrarium." Seb pouts. Her tee shirt rode up as she moved, exposing a stripe of pale skin. Seb's always pale while Nico gets a flush golden tan in Monaco. Sebastian has gotten this strange impression that simply because they have sex and spend time together afterwards that they're 'dating.' Nico hasn't corrected her on it yet.

"It's frowned upon to date worms." Nico finishes her scrapbooking, scooching over to the squeaky twin sized dorm bed.

"Well, I would date you if you were a worm. Maybe it would be better, I could finally get you to come watch the Return Of The King with me." Seb smiles, linking one of her legs with Nico's, jeans against bare skin.

"How would you get a terrarium in the theatre, genius?" Nico hates that she's playing along this stupid thought experiment, when there's a young, hot body in her bed and she doesn't have class until the afternoon. She runs her fingers against Seb's bare stomach, feels her get goosebumps at the touch.

"I'll-- uh," Seb is momentarily distracted, blinking at Nico, licking her lips, and they really are so red and biteable. "Sneak you in my pocket. Keep you warm."

It's 2004 and none of their jeans have real pockets.

"Yeah?" Nico crawls on top, eyes dark. "Keep me here?" Nico pulls on the fake pocket of her low rise jeans, exposing her hip bone, circling her thumb over it. Seb writhes at the touch. It's very validating, she goes pink wherever Nico touches her, as if Seb isn't the one whose fucked everyone on campus while Nico's relatively new to carpet munching, but a diligent learner.

"Or here?" Nico asks, sliding her hand under Seb's shirt -- squeezing her tit, impossibly warm like a molten core.

"Damn you. Everywhere." Seb begs, promises, pulling Nico down to put her tongue in her mouth.

#seb's a lotr emo band geek so naturally a huge slut. nicos bicurious and breaking up with lewis turned her gay #girl sico #sico my beloved #my ficlets #blorbocedes ask #f1 rpf #hehe I hope you like it ! :3

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skitskatdacat63 · 11 months

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2011 - Jense & Seb - Parc Fermé

#i wanted to make a gif for my banner and then ended up making all of these oops #god watching all these parc fermes is making me so excited to watch seb's prime era #ill admit it was kinda painful to watch cause i vowed to only gif their interactions right? but theres so many good other moments AGHHH #but my rule for myself is that im not allowed to gif the whole post race unless ive watched the full race #do note they had eleven podiums together but unfortunately didnt have parc ferme *moments* in all of them #if they didnt hug in parc ferme they end up hugging in the cooldown room which is very sweet <3 but it doesnt count for this post!#Well ig it just gives me something to look forward to!! Im gonna have a lot of fun with these next 5 seasons!!(including the one im on rn)#im not gonna tag all the races but they are in the alt text btw :)#and also are in chronological order #this post is literally: 'just read solar flare' core like god....i did not realize 2011 was so plentiful...#i am in my sebson era hehehe 🤭 theyre so underrated ngl like cmon look at them #and the fact that this is only like a tiny percentage of their interactions even within 2011 #sebastian vettel #jenson button #sv5 #jb22 #sebson #f1 #formula 1 #formula one #we do a little bit of f1 #f1 2011 season

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msfantasy · 11 months

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Potion Roulette

Summary: Sebastian presents his friends with a box of potions to play with.

Warming: Sexual Content, Miniors DNI, Smut, Polyamory, Double pen, a little gay, mention of drug use, p in v, pure filth

Ominis x Reader x Sebastian

“Ta - da!” Sebastian announces placing a large box with random potions, labels peeling and some left undeciphered.

“Merlins beard Seb- what on earth are you trying to show us.” You announced edging away from the box of haphazard potions. Sebastian straightens his back in mock commentary.

“My dear friends- I present to you a little game of potion roulette.” He announces, a large grin spreads across his face.

“Absolutely not.” Ominis declares, leaning back with an unamusement, pressing into his features. “That’s a simply dangerous activity- idiotic really.” Sebastian begins pacing around his apprehensive friends, spewing words of encouragement, twisting his manipulations into the very words.

“Live a little! There is no better pass time then to play potion roulette though the night with my beloved friends in the comfort of the Undercroft were prying eyes are kept at bay.” Ominis continues to sit sternly in his seat, unwavering in his earlier declaration. Sebastian sees a slight hesitation in the girls features. Targeting the poor girl Sebastian sits next to her and leaning in with eagerness shining through his eyes. “Common Y/n, your always keen for adventure and fun - think about retelling the this very story. What’s the worst that could happen?” Sebastian says provoking a lapse in your yielding judgment.

“Perhaps it would be fun Ominis… at least just one round?” You announce softly, unsure if Ominis would want to join in your hooligan activities.

Sebastian sits in knowing thrill. He understands all too well that his best friend requires little to no convincing when it comes from their female companion. As expected Ominis relents to Y/n’s suggestion.

The three grab random bottles, and they all look to each other examining their possible substance.

“Mines pink with some sparkles… maybe it’s a beautification potion?” You speak up looking with a scrutinising eye. Leaning to Ominis you see a bottle with deep purple and thick simmer sifting gently. “Yours is purple with deep shimmers, maybe it’s a calming draught?” You guess before looking over at an excited Sebastian.

“Mines clear… could be… anything really.” He says unsure of what to say. He pops the cork and holds his potion bottle out to cheers before downing the contents.

A sweet taste feels your mouth your eyes turndown half-lidded immediately to a soft gaze. Your body grows warm, almost uncomfortably with the clothes you have on. You begin to pull off your outer robes which brings you little relief, you begin to pull your school tie and vest off, not daring the take anything else off.

A light sheen coats Ominis skin, sweat gathering as his clothes touch at his skin uncomfortably, every thread seemingly scrapping along him. Sebastian leans back in amusement watching his friends slowly undress themselves.

“What in Merlin’s beard are you two doing?” He asks with a smirk adorning his soft lips. His eyes boring into your form making your legs clamp at the sudden wetness pooling between your thighs.

Ominis unbuttons most of his shirt not daring to remove anything else. The poor boy reminding himself that it’s the potion, and that he won’t die if he doesn’t take all of his clothes off. His skin feels wrong, like there is something meant to their, misery sets as Ominis leans his head back in a whine.

You place your hand mistakenly on Ominis thigh, asking if he’s okay. The fire running through his skin only subsiding at your touch. A moan of relief escapes his lips. The blonde seems unaware of the lewd sounds escaping him, as he is too focus on the relief your hand is giving him.

Desire filters through your very being, your core throbbing at the sound. “Does it feel better when I touch you?” You ask, meaning to sound concerned, instead you sound needy, as if begging for him to ask for more.

“Yes, it feels so good. The pain is gone when you do that.” He states, the relief slowly slipping away leaving the dull throb of pain at the lack of stimulation. "Move your hand around please." You did exactly as asked, soothing Ominis touched starved leg.

The cushion next to you dips, turning you see Sebastian leaning in unusually close placing a hand on your forehead before cradling your cheek.

"You feeling okay? You're looking very red." Your eyes dart down to his lips, staring longingly at the soft bow. You wonder how it would feel pressed against your own, or how it would feel nipping at your neck, how would they wrap themselves around your fleshy mounds.

Stuck in your train of thought, you haven't even noticed your caressing hand moving up to Ominis crotch, you had been stroking the hard organ. You started lean into Sebastian's face closing your eyes your lips touching just as Ominis grips your wrist and bucks his hips hard into your hand with a groan.

"I think I had a lust potion, I'm not thinking straight, I need to leave." Ominis announces attempting to stand Sebastian pushes his mate back onto the couch.

"You don't want to leave in this state, it would be unsightly to see a Gaunt acting so precocious." He hoaxes, urging Ominis to seek comfort on the couch. "Y/n and I can take care of your needs, we're friends so it's not weird or anything right?" Sebastian asks. Your mind equally as cloudy as Ominis, you nod in agreement regardless.

"Yeah friends help each other out, do you need help Ominis?" You ask sweetly placing a hand on his chest.

"Friends don't usually help like this." He states somewhat coherent, but whatever little self control he had was quickly fleeting at the feeling of you touching his chest.

"That's true, but what else are you going to do? You can't let people see you like this." Sebastian persuades, Ominis quickly shaking his head with feverish words falling.

"I should take care of this myself." Ominis retorts, sounding like he was convincing himself more than anyone.

"Mate, your hand isn't enough even you haven't had a lust potion. What makes you think you'll satisfy yourself?" The trickster begins to message the blushing blondes shoulders. "I hear you from time to time, trying to swallow your moans for non-other than Y/n herself... she's offering her hand right now. Are you not going to accept it?" It was your turn to blush at this.

How many times have you laid in bed thinking and touching yourself to the thought of Ominis ravishing you? How many times have shoved your fingers into your hole desperately trying to replicate the idea of Sebastians cock? The answer is too many.

"Is that true Ominis? Do you think of me when you touch yourself? I've thought about you sometimes..." You answer vaguely, you feel his heart pounding in his chest. "Truthfully, I think about both of you... I know it's wrong." You begin to lean into Ominis face, cupping his neck and guiding his lips to yours, his lustful face turning a brighter shade of pink. "But your both are just so handsome, how can I not?" You capture his lips feeling his tongue instantly shove itself into his mouth desperately demanding more of yourself.

Sebastian moves behind you, placing open mouthed kisses on your neck, groping and kneading your boobs. He slides his hand down your front grabbing greedily at your box. Your breath hitches at his intoxicating touch, he breaks his hand away to continue undressing your figure.

You slide your hands down Ominis chest down to his pants, unbuttoning them and slowly pulling them down. "Let me take care of you okay?" You say as Ominis assist in pulling his clothes off. "Seb - can you show me what I should do?" You ask innocently. Of course you knew what to do, you just wanted to see Sebastian touching Ominis in places friends typically wouldn't touch.

A grunt sounds from Ominis as Sebastian places his firm hand on his shaft. "How about I'll use my hand and you put that heavenly mouth of yours to work?" Sebastian slows his pumping hand to let you lick his tip, only to wrap your mouth around his member, your tongue slugging back and fourth as your sink your head down.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkk" Ominis moans in desperate pleasure. Sebastian is entranced at your action, he forgets to move his hand.

"Wow...Y/n I hope you do that for me..." Sebastian says staring hypnotised at you working your skilful tongue along Ominis cock. You begin to grin at the captivated look in Sebastians eyes, reaching out to palm him through his trousers.

"Sebastian, move your fucking hand up and down. Right. Now." Ominis demands, snapping Sebastian back into the moment as he matches his fisting movements to your mouth.

Ominis squirms under the pleasure of your mouth in combination with Sebastians expert hand movements. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh I'm going to cum, I'm gonna cum. Quick move your mouth!" Ominis warns pushing your head back only for you to push his member deeper right to the back of your throat, which pushes Ominis over the line. Thick hot globs of cum shoots down your throat as you swallow it down quickly. Ominis rest his head back onto the arm rest with the most delicious fucked out look you’ve ever seen. Your mouth detaches from his twitching member.

"My turn." You demand, placing your thighs on either side of Ominis face, he grabs lazily at your hips still muddled from the euphoria. Sinking your hips down quickly onto his tongue. He begins to lick tantalising circless at your swollen pearl.

Sebastian grabs the back of your neck pulling you backwards into his mouth as you continue to ride Ominis face. His tongue becoming all the more ferocious as his sense begin to return, his cock remaining hard throughout the ordeal.

Sebastian pulls away from your lips as you kept disrupting the kiss from moaning at the pleasure being brought between your legs.

Standing at the arm rest, Sebastian pulls his trousers off, grabbing his member in his hand and begins to pump it with such neediness. He was obviously enjoying the sight of his mate performing cunnilingus on you. You roll your body down onto Ominis tongue chasing your high whilst continuing to lock eyes with Sebastian. The scene was just so scandalous, watching Sebastian pleasure himself unapologetically.

He leans in grabbing you by the base of your hair forcing you to look at him as your close at the pleasure.

“Look at me darling, that’s it - just look at me. I want you to look into my eyes as you come undone. I want to be the first to see it.” That’s all you needed to hear. Your hips grind down onto Ominis as Sebastian grips your hair tightly forcing you to look at him. His mouth drops open in a low moan as you sob in pleasure coming undone on his slick tongue. “Oh that’s a good girl.”

Sebastian slides his hands down your legs, wrapping his fingers around the back of your thighs, hoisting you up to pull your legs around his waist the loss of contact causing Ominis whine. “Bring her back.” He yearns earning a soft chuckle from the brunette.

“Do not fret Ominis.” Sebastian teases laying your body on top of Ominis, like your personal pillow. Ominis grinds his member into your bare ass. “Wait your turn mate. I’ve waited mine.” Sebastian pulls your legs apart, grabbing his shaft he slides his tip along your slit and begins to slide into your wet hole. Ominis clutches greedily at your chest and sucks on your neck as your spine arches off of him, hips pressing down onto his crotch whilst Sebastian slams his hips into your dripping cunt. “Fuckkk just looking at you two greedy brats underneath me- ugh.” His hips start to snap in rapid pace, uncivilised and incoherent words spill from your mouth at the unadulterated bliss.

Ominis’ impatience gets the best of him. His veiny shaft swelling in demand to be in a tight hold. The blonde grabs the base of Sebastian’s cock and begins to push it out of you making way for your slit, he shoves his tip in and begins to buck aggressively up into you. A yelp escapes you as you feel a sudden change feeling a longer prick kiss the surface of your cervix. “Mh-sorry, my-sorry.” Ominis pleads pounding harder into you.

“Oi you greedy little slut, I was first!” Sebastian complains pulling you off his dick. Sebastian begins to lean back, laying down away from Ominis, pulling you onto his lap, he pushes your hips back down onto his own cock. “Ride me.” He demands watching your ass bounce off of him.

“Please Sebastian, I need to be in something right now. It hurts.” Ominis pleads pumping his painfully swollen cock.

“Then use me.” Sebastian encourages spreading his knees further. “It won’t hurt me I promise.” You slow your bouncing down opting to encourage the nervous Ominis.

“Do you need help stuffing him sweetie?” You run your fingers in his hair, pulling him into a sweet kiss. You pull away from his mouth opting to spit into your hand, you lower your hand rubbing Sebastian’s ass. “There sweetie.” You pull him back into a kiss as he lines himself up to Sebastian’s ass and begins to spread him apart. Ominis just moans into your mouth at the relieving sensation of the pleasant grip.

You continue to slide your tongue around Ominis mouth watching him snapping his pelvis into his best friend. You resume to grinding onto Sebastian.

The poor guy lays blissfully in a heaping sweaty mess. Too pleasured to utter a single word, instead he resorts to mixing his moans, groans and wails at the feeling of being fucked in every way possible.

Sebastian yearned to continue feeling this, but is balls demanded instant release. His gut tightens in extreme pleasure. “Cumming - cumming.” He says causing you and Ominis to speed up your movements to quickly chase your own highs. Sebastian’s vision blurs seeing stars his head goes light as he unloads the biggest creamiest cumshot of his life into your fluttering hole.

You slam down into his laps for the final brush of his pulsing cock throwing your right over the edge.

Ominis breathes a breathy groan unloading himself for the second time into Sebastian’s ass, his hips slowing to a halt. You pull out Sebastian’s deflating member with a slight whine. Collapsing back first into his chest. “That was- that was - yeah.” You say with a big smile, unable to process simple language. You look down at Ominis hunching over and noticing he’s stroking his cock once again.

“Ugh I need go cum again-" He begs pulling your knees apart.

“Wait.” You beg, you were far to stimulated to keep going. Ominis was too consumed to hear your pleas as he drove his dick right back into your slit.

“Ahh you feel so good.” Ominis moans snapping his harsh hips right back into your tingling one. Sebastian grabs the back of your knees pulling them towards your chest, opening yourself up more as Ominis slams repeatedly into your special spot.

“Fuck- wait!” You scream as the knot in your stomach snaps instantly causing you to squirt. Ominis continues to slam his hips into your own drawing out his undoing for the third time that night.

You all lay lazily on top of one another heaving air back into your lungs after the worlds most intense exercise.

Sense starts to return to you, this was a terrible idea. The friendship was ruined all because you were horny from a love and lust potion.

"That was a wretdream come true." Ominis sighs drawing lines on your belly. "I hope we can do that again." Sebastian reaches around stroking his mates hair, wrapping his free arm around your waist.

"Me too."

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It was the next morning, and you had spent majority of it sitting in the bath tub, soaking in bubbles to help soothe your aching muscles. You had noticed when dressing that a strong glow adorned your skin.

You walked slowly through the great hall, still aching from the harsh fuck-fest which was last night. You take your usual seat next to Sebastian.

"You're looking radiant today Y/n." Imelda comments with a slight smirk. "It's pretty funny how you two both walk a little funny this morning... and how you happen to have this skin glow today..."

"What ever could you mean?"Sebastian questions, with little effort.

"I'm just saying how interesting it is that Y/n didn't come back to our room until this morning, fresh from the bath tub... rather unusual isn't it?"

"Good morning!" Ominis announces, a chipper smile plastered across his face he too holding a glow.

"No freaking way! Y/n you dirty girl! I didn't know you had it in you!"

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maxybabyy · 5 months

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It’s almost half past eight when the door opens and breaks Max’s focus.

Usually, people don’t come into this room. It’s too noisy, too hot when it isn’t completely freezing outside.

Lewis comes by occasionally, uses the nanodrop for his DNA samples. But his project is on the tail-end, and he’s too deep in the writing phase to even be on the lab cleaning rota. Max knows he was meant to stay, that Toto wanted to build a part of the group around him and his expertise. But funding runs out quickly; what was hot five years ago, may as well be old news today.

But it’s Daniel who pokes his head in, smile wide as he spots Max in the corner.

“There you are, Maxy.” He says, pushes the chair closer to Max before sitting down. “Alex said you’d left, but your stuff was still in the office, so.”

He doesn’t have a lab coat on, but always he doesn’t wear it. Max doesn’t know still if it’s an Australian thing, or because he is a pharmacist maybe, but also Oscar does it.

“But I have my gloves on today, Maxy.” Daniel said yesterday when Max had commented on it, trying not to stare at the lovely white tee shirt Daniel had been wearing. He wiggled his fingers as a tease, the bright pink gloves Seb had brought as a joke. He would have to at least be a large to escape the bright blue nitrile hell Max and the other mediums were saddled with. “Don’t get used to it though, just Oscar’s apparently shit at aliquoting piss I’ve learnt.”

“So what are we doing tonight, Max?” Daniel asks now. He is sitting on the chair the wrong way; elbows on the back of it with his chin in his hand. He couldn’t sit like that, Max thinks, at least not for very long. Not like Daniel can, like he does in their shared meetings when Christian and Zak remember they have a grant together.

“The university said the power would be out for a while tomorrow, so I of course have to shut down the MS,” Max says, huffs when he has to turn back to the computer.

The email had come Wednesday night, barely any information except for the notice of a power outage within eighty hours. Max had used the reply-all function to tell them to go suck an egg, turned off his phone and gone for a run.

Checo should of course be the one to do this, senior to Max in every way but one. But last time Sergio had been in charge of shutting down the systems, Max had come in the next day unable to complete calibration, and they had to replace two different parts.

It’s a new instrument too, and always he can be – the mass spectrometer can be a bit fussy when you have to shut it down. But Max has been working with mass spec since undergrad, was the second author on GP’s Nature Communications paper. Had come to Christian’s lab for this very instrument, so he of course knows it best.

“Always they say we are a part of a core facility, and still, they do this,” Max says. He’s already discussed it with GP and Jonathan how it isn’t okay, with the facility manager who hasn’t touched probably a mass spectrometer in his life.

Daniel also hasn’t worked with MS by himself before, but he would of course understand, would know it isn’t okay to do this.

“Was the Friday bar alright?” Max asks. He had gone too for a bit, shared the last dregs of gin with Charles, pouring the tonic directly into the bottle to get the most of it. “George said he made a quiz, but to me it sounded very boring. There was a part, I think, where you had to spell out chemicals’ names.”

Daniel laughs, and it sounds so loud in their tiny room for two. Daniel has of course always had a very lovely laugh, but it sounds even better like this. The two of them only. Max likes it like that the best.

“Yeah ah, George kinda went to town on the goon sack instead,” he says. “I reckon Alex had to carry him home.”

“George drank the wine?” Max asks. “No! But that is so old, it’s been in the fridge since Liam graduated.”

“He went for the sangria too, it wasn’t even good fresh.”

“Always George should not be in charge of this, of drinking and parties,” Max says, remembers the nightmare his grad party had been. “You are of course very good at it, how to make it a good night.”

“You think so?” Daniel says, soft, hesitant. Max looks up from the instrument with a frown, touches Daniel’s hand where it’s been hovering in the air, like he didn’t know if he could touch him. Always he can. Max should tell him this, maybe.

“Yes, Daniel.”

“Then, would you go somewhere with me tonight?” He asks, closes his hand around Max’s. It’s different to work like this, one-handed and typing slow. But Max doesn’t want to pull away, keeps his hand in the warmth of Daniel’s.

“I think I am too tired for the club, Daniel.” Max says softly. He has gone before, after the Friday bar. But he cannot do it tonight, his body is too tired. He doesn’t think he would survive if he did, considers already if he should take the bus home and leave his bike behind.

But to his surprise, Daniel laughs, squeezes their hands together. “Nah, I was thinking we could maybe go get some food? You said you’ve been craving like, tacos, and I’ve found a place down by one of the bridges that I thought we could try. If you wanna, of course.”

Daniel has only been in the city for five months, but already he has made friends in high places, in the low ones too.

“I would love to, but always I don’t know how -“

“Hey, we’ll just leave whenever you’re done, no rush, Maxy.” Daniel says.

Max nods, “Then it of course sounds very lovely. It will not be that much longer, I think.”

“I’ll be here,” Daniel says softly.

He pulls his hand from Max’s, the loss of touch, of warmth is sudden, but Max knew it would happen. But Daniel doesn’t leave.

He doesn’t go back to the office to work on the paper Max knows has to be sent back with major revisions, doesn’t go over the postdoc application Zak isn’t supposed to know about. He pulls out his phone instead, plays one of those indie rock albums that Max has come to like.

It’s very nice, Max thinks, his own earphones still dead in his ears.

The MS does finally shut down, leaves the room almost quiet except for the music.

They’re in the basement to get their bikes, Daniel will go in front because he knows where they’re going. He wears a helmet now too, one of those fancy Hövding airbags that will inflate if he crashes.

“So I won’t mess up my hair, baby,” he had said, the collar loose around his neck when he came into the office to show it off. Max doesn’t care, thinks he looked cute in Max’s borrowed helmet, but this is good also.

“Hey Maxy,” Daniel says now, one leg swung over the bike. “Would it be cool with you if this was a date instead?”

Max almost stumbles over the pedals, but he doesn’t, corrects himself so he’s upright and staring at Daniel, who watches him back almost shyly.

“It would of course be very lovely, I think, if this was a date,” he says, faint.

Daniel's lips stretch into a wide grin, and Max cannot help but return it.

“Cool, let’s do that then.”

#maxiel #max/daniel #maxiel fic #my fic #my writing #fic

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leclerc-on-the-clace · 1 year

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It's very telling to see Max Verstappen, Christian Horner and Helmut Marko all talk about Redbull competition and specifically mention Charles and Ferrari as different entities.

All three of them have gone on record multiple times to state that their biggest threat/competition is Charles and then they'll make a comment about Ferrari failing to utilize him or a general comment about a Ferrari weakness eventhough a few minutes before they'll have praised Charles for the same thing they're now critical about.

Max multiple times has been asked about Ferrari and his thoughts on how much of a threat they are and every single time Max will start talking about Ferrari in general and then end up only talking about Charles and how he likes racing Charles because he's a great driver and he knows they'll both have a proper race fight.

Horner for some reason has risen in the Charles defender ranking during 2022. There was the Silverstone thing that was shown in DTS. There's also the two interviews after France22 when he was asked about Charles crash and Horner was very clear about it being a mistake and he knows Charles isn't a crasher.

Both Horner and Max in separate interviews said that Charles knows he fucked up in France and didn't need people bringing it up and telling him how much he messed up. They both were two of the only people (at first) to defend Charles in Monaco21 and we're adamant he didn't crash on purpose eventhough a year later they didn't keep the same energy for one of their own.

Marko has made some past comments about Charles that has haven't been nice however he's recently being giving Charles a lot of credit. He's the main one who'll separate Charles and Ferrari so he can shit talk Ferrari but be nice to Charles. It's very Jos Verstappen core, that man was ready to swing at younger Charles for the Inchident but will turn around and call him good competition and a smart driver. (I still remain curious about their conversation during the 1000th race)

There's a few interviews where multiple drivers get told either by interviewers or other drivers about some dumb fucking Ferrari fail and they always look so confused and then like 10 minutes later you'll see them talking to Charles in the media pen.

I mean it's not just Redbull, some time in 2019 Mercedes alluded to the fact that they built a strategy based on Charles because they presumed with him winning multiple races, being on multiple poles and having more points than Seb he'd get priority so they had a plan that required Charles being prioritised and the plan failed because Seb was favoured.

Wolff was praising Charles so often that enough people genuinely thought he had an ulterior motive and was trying to convince Charles to go to Mercedes.

Nothing against Carlos (or Seb) but it's very clear who Redbull and Mercedes would prioritise between them and probably have as first driver because he's the only one they see as competition.

Like you've got Horner and Wolff agreeing on something why on earth would you decide that they're not correct in their opinion. They never agree on anything but if they're coming to the same conclusion then clearly something is wrong on Ferrari's end.

#charles leclerc #max verstappen #main tagging the others for filters #christian horner #helmut marko #jos verstappen

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hogwartslegacypics · 7 months

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Ominis Gaunt’s Wand

My personal headcanon: hawthorn wood, phoenix feather core, 11-12 inches, slightly unyielding OR yielding

Starting with the wood, I think his wand is made from Hawthorn wood. I’m not 100% confident in this though because there are some other woods I think also fit him, and the color of his wand doesn’t really help narrow it down much. If not Hawthorn, I think it could be Black Walnut or Ebony. I was also considering Acacia, Ash, Elm, Fir, Hornbeam, Poplar, and Yew at one point.

“The wandmaker Gregorovitch wrote that hawthorn ‘makes a strange, contradictory wand, as full of paradoxes as the tree that gave it birth, whose leaves and blossoms heal, and yet whose cut branches smell of death.’ While I disagree with many of Gregorovitch’s conclusions, we concur about hawthorn wands, which are complex and intriguing in their natures, just like the owners who best suit them. Hawthorn wands may be particularly suited to healing magic, but they are also adept at curses, and I have generally observed that the hawthorn wand seems most at home with a conflicted nature, or with a witch or wizard passing through a period of turmoil. Hawthorn is not easy to master, however, and I would only ever consider placing a hawthorn wand in the hands of a witch or wizard of proven talent, or the consequences might be dangerous. Hawthorn wands have a notable peculiarity: their spells can, when badly handled, backfire.” – Mr. Ollivander

I feel like this fits for Ominis because he is not what you’d expect (“a strange, contradictory wand, as full of paradoxes as the tree that gave it birth”). A Gaunt born in a house of dark magic who hates dark magic, and who isn’t about their pure-blooded nonsense either (can’t remember if this is confirmed or just a headcanon). It even fits for him being a Slytherin too, not to say that all Slytherins like dark magic and blood status, but yanno what I mean. It’s also the same wood of Draco Malfoy’s wand and it makes me wonder if it was intentional of the developers to give Ominis the same wood as another wealthy blond pure-blood sacred 28 Slytherin boy pressured into the dark arts by his family who’s almost an opposite (or a “contradiction”) of Ominis personality wise, while both having the “contradictory wand.” Also, the “passing through a period of turmoil” fits too.

Now I’m going to give some brief quotes from the descriptions of the other woods that I think fit for Ominis.

Black walnut: “seeks a master of good instincts and powerful insight,” “it is abnormally attuned to inner conflict,” “Paired with a sincere, self-aware owner, it becomes one of the most loyal and impressive wands of all.”

Ebony: “Ebony is happiest in the hand of those with the courage to be themselves,” “non-conformist, highly individual or comfortable with the status of outsider,” “the ebony wand’s perfect match is one who will hold fast to his or her beliefs, no matter what the external pressure, and will not be swayed lightly from their purpose.”

Side note: I wrote this wand wood section with his black wand in mind. Still not sure which one is officially his (which is why you’ll see three diff wands in this post) but Hawthorn fits personality wise regardless. So many possible wood options because I don’t even know if it’s brown or black. Seb’s was easier to choose because there were much less options.

Moving onto the core, I think Ominis has a phoenix feather core due to his wand’s loyalty and just how unique the wand itself is. I know unicorn hair cores are loyal too, but I feel like the pickiness of the phoenix feather core in combination with how special/unique his wand is makes it extra loyal (if that makes sense), like it has no chance of ever changing allegiance. It’s very personalized to him (the wand chooses the wizard, and his takes that to the extreme, it’s almost like it was made for him), and I think it would refuse to operate for anyone else. It just all seems very phoenix feather core-ish to me.

It is possible he could have a unicorn hair core, but I think it’s safe to completely rule out a dragon heartstring core. They are the least loyal wands, and due to everything I just explained, I can’t see his wand ever performing well for anyone else.

Phoenix feather cores are also known to “show the most initiative, sometimes acting of their own accord,” which seems very accurate considering his wand literally navigates him. According to Sebastian, it’s “almost sentient.”

Lastly, they’re capable of the greatest range of magic, which I think goes along with it having the ability to navigate Ominis. Might not be outwardly great, but it certainly is to Ominis, and it’s definitely not something you see every wand do, hence the “range.”

Next up is the length! According to Ollivander, “longer wands tend to be drawn to bigger personalities, and those of a more spacious and dramatic style of magic.” Longer wands also work well with taller witches and wizards and are best suited to bold personalities. I head canon Sebastian as having a long wand for that reason, but that doesn’t really fit for Ominis. He keeps more to himself and is more introverted, but he certainty has moments where he’s not afraid to speak up and really get in your face about things he’s passionate about (like confronting MC, a new student he barely knew, about the Undercroft, and never hesitating to call Sebastian out on his dark arts bullshit). I think his wand would probably be about 11-12 inches.

Lastly, we have wand flexibility. Wand flexibility denotes the degree of adaptability and willingness to change possessed by the wand-and-owner pair. Ominis is pretty stubborn but I don’t think he’s too stubborn. He does stick to his beliefs, and I think it would be impossible to get him to change them/the way he thinks, but at the same time MC never had too much difficulty convincing him to do things that he was against doing (the scriptorium, keeping the relic). I think his wand is somewhere in the mid to unbending scale, possibility “slightly yielding.”

Slightly yielding: Wand owners with slightly yielding wands are often very kind and compassionate, but they may have some reluctance in trusting others since they possess a strong sense of skepticism. It usually takes a lot of strong arguing before the owner of this wand will believe claims that don’t make any sense to them.

Now that I’m reading more flexibilities, I actually think it could be “unyielding” because the definition fits so well. Ollivander does say it’s about “degree of adaptability and willingness to change possessed by the wand-and-owner pair.” THE PAIR. I feel like his wand being extremely loyal/personalized to him could make it an unyielding wand, especially because Ominis is pretty stubborn himself. Please comment which you think it could be because I can only make one poll a post unfortunately.

Unyielding: A wand of this flexibility finely tunes itself to its original owner’s preferences and doesn’t stray from those preferences, even in the hands of a new owner; the new owner will just have to get used to it. It is particularly good for combative and healing magic. Unyielding wand owners tend to be very confident in themselves and/or in the things they believe in. They tend to be intelligent, somewhat cynical, and usually have well-defined principles that they will not stray from ever. Sometimes, this combination can lead to arrogance because of them insisting on how right they are without considering other points of view or whether or not they might be wrong.

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt

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