Pining Over Ominis Gaunt

Bonus: How he sees Natty and Poppy and their aura’s.❤️

He’d been quiet the whole week, she’d seen it in the way he’d struggled to focus on books and assignments. Or the way he’d space out in the classes they shared. He’d occasionally fallen asleep but she’d never known the wizard to slack off in class.

After their grueling hour of History of Magic where Ominis had spent the entirety of class awake but off in a daze, unable to answer the questions he was called upon twice to answer, she pulled him aside to find out what was wrong.

He toyed with his wand between his fingers as he anxiously tried to explain what was going on with him. “I’m not sure honestly. I just can't seem to focus. I haven’t been sleeping that great and when I do I get very strange…dreams.”

She laid a gentle hand on his arm which caused him to startle. He quickly shook his head and let his shoulder fall, face reddening rather quickly. “Sorry. It’s really not you, I just…I’m not sure, really.”

Her brows furrowed when her eyes made another sweep over the entirety of him. As if he could feel her assessing gaze he spun suddenly on his heel, pulling his wand up and stepping a few feet away to the large pillar of the undercroft. “I promise I'll come out of it. I just need…to get things figured out.”

She didn’t like the struggle laced in her friend's voice, it seemed like he was closing himself off to her. She made her way up to him, laying a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him but he jumped again, recoiling from her touch with a small whimper.

She spun him, grasping his shoulder firmly as she did till he faced her, face flushed, hands balled into fists. His breathing had sped up and she looked him head to toe, finally seeing his ‘issue’. “Merlin, Ominis. Is that what’s wrong? You’re all worked up and ignoring your body's needs?”

He scowls, not moving from her grip but standing rigidly in front of her. “I don’t have the time for silly things like that. It’s not necessary.”

She grins wickedly, making a snap decision and pushing him against the pillar behind him. “Is that so? Well I find myself having plenty of time for self gratification. It definitely helps my mood and I don’t get ‘dreams’. Maybe it would be good for you to give in, Ominis.”

He winced when her hand brushed against the waistband of his trousers, quickly followed by a gasp when her finger dipped between his stomach and the fabric. “W-what are you playing at? W-we shouldn’t be talking like this.”

She grinned again, running a hand up his chest which had a sharp intake of breath echoing in the room. “I simply think you shouldn’t ignore your body's desires, Ominis. It’s a friendly recommendation. I can tell by your reactions how desperately you’re craving my touch. When’s the last time you’ve been held, Ominis?”

He wriggled away from her invading finger in his waistband but she grabbed his tie and pulled him back, pressing her breasts harshly against his chest while tugging at his trousers. “Or has no one held you close while they praised you and made you feel good?”

His blush spread from the base of his neck all the way to the tips of his ears. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, closing his eyes tightly. He was so incredibly hard it hurt. But he didn't fight as she led him to the plush sofa in the corner.

She gently pushed him down onto it, letting her hands gently land on his chest as she kneeled on the couch between his legs. “For so long I’ve wanted to feel you…you’re always hiding in those robes.”

She licked her lips as her hand came to tug off the ties of his robe, letting it fall behind him uselessly. “The slope of your shoulders.” Her hand brushed over his right shoulder. “Your sides that I know are ticklish from Sebastian’s tales.” Her hand slid over the curve of his side and he softly whined, pushing his legs around her knee tightly. “And you’re slender hips…”

She slid her palm over his hip, feeling the way his hips raised ever so slightly from the sofa. “Does it feel good? Being touched like this? Being admired and doted on.”

His response was only a small whine which made her smirk. Boldness had her finger trailing down his thigh, over his knee and ever so carefully up the inside of his thigh. Ominis’ hips lifted again in eager anticipation. “You’re so beautiful like this. Flushed and needy for touch.”

He swallowed harshly as he felt her raise her wand, tapping his shoulder which left him bare from the waist up. He whined, desperately attempting to cover his slender yet muscled chest.

She held his hands out of the way so her eyes could eat up the cool expanse of creamy white skin. Heat flared in those eyes as she connected the trail of beauty marks from his stomach all the way over his chest, up his neck and to the ones she could see on his cheeks every day. “Let me see you. You hold such a beautiful constellation of stars.”

He swallowed, finally letting his hands shakily drop to his sides. “W-what are you talking about?”

She smiled, letting her fingertip rest at the first mole above his belt line. “A constellation. Like the ones we study in astronomy. It’s a trail of stars that make up a pattern in the sky. You have the cutest moles that make a constellation on your skin.” Her finger began to glide over the trail, stopping briefly at each one so he could feel exactly where they were. “One of the prettiest I’ve ever seen.”

The gasp that left him was the prettiest sound she’d ever heard. Her hand trailed the path again, setting his nerves ablaze. She could feel how impossibly hard he was in his trousers. “You like being told you’re beautiful don’t you? Does being loved like this excite you?”

He groaned, rutting up against her leg. “Y-yes. Okay? Are you satisfied now? You’ve turned me to a needy mess. You proved your point. I’m hard as fuck and wired up at your teasing touch and poetic words. Just…have mercy.”

She hummed, leaning down to lick a thick stripe up the side of his flushed neck. His back arched up as a fiery shot of arousal coursed through him. He moaned when the still air became well acquainted with his legs due to a simple touch of her wand.

He had been ready to speak up but he’d lost the wind in his sails as she pushed her hand between them, grasping his proud erection and beginning a slow stroke over the entirety of his shaft.

She tilted her head up enough to whisper against the shell of his ear. “You asked for mercy. But I think I’d much rather show you heaven.”

With that her own clothes were gone and she moved to straddle him. His hands came to grip her hips but she quickly pulled his wrists together, holding them above his head under one hand.

He didn’t fight but the flustered look still controlled his features. His mouth hung open, milky eyes even hazier than usual, the heat of a blush dominated his porcelain skin.

A gasp left him when their bodies joined in what Ominis could only imagine people felt when giving the simple definition of ‘white hot heat’. His hips flexed, glutes tight as his body urged him to buck into that blissful embrace the space between her legs offered.

He moaned brokenly as delicate finger tips traced over what she’d described as constellations. Her finger followed the same paths as it had before which meant she wasn’t doing it for show. She really did see something special that attracted her across his body.

It brought a shaky breath from him which had her sighing and rolling her hips atop him. A flash of something crossed over him and for only a moment he’d swore she’d fucked the sight back into him.

But nothing compared to the visions his mind conjured when a roll of her hips elicited a silky moan from her, causing her hands to release his arms and firmly plant on his chest for stability.

Those hands burned like fire on his skin. He was so worked up from her treatment that it made a pool of arousal begin to form at the base of his spine.

When those fingers started moving again he whined. Not louder than the praises she uttered.

“Your skin is delicate, like a flower petal. Seeing you blush is…otherworldly.”

“You feel so good inside me. Not just there…in my chest. I didn’t know it would feel like this with you.”

“You’re so beautiful falling apart under me…I-i won’t last long.”

Her music had him grinding his heels against the cushions below them, hands finally free to do as he wished he cupped one breast in one hand and held her supple hip with the other.

She moaned, causing his fingers to tighten on her hip. His other hand explored her chest, massaging her breast, rolling the peak between his fingers and eliciting more symphonies from betwixt her lips.

He was overwhelmed, but nothing compared to when he felt her weaken, body language changing as her moans peaked and the rolls of her hips turned to stuttering. He took the opportunity to rut up into her and make her sing as she turned to liquid heat around his cock and cried out spectacularly for him.

He stilled when she went limp in his arms. Crashing against his chest with a boneless demeanor. She gasped and panted, catching her breath slowly. But he had to shut his eyes tightly when she urged him to keep going beneath her.

Grunts left him as he worked his hips much slower this time. Feeling every single ridge inside of her slide against him with a maddening sensation.

Oblivion was far closer then he desired, his stomach tightened, leg muscles flexing in an attempt to stave off the inevitability of his release.

She must have sensed his inner turmoil, small hands dragging over the sensitive spots again while both of his dug so deeply into her hip bones there was sure to be bruising.

She coaxed him through it, praising him for how incredible he felt and how badly she wanted to see him meet his end while buried to the hilt inside of her. The gentle swipes of her hands over his heated skin and the soft coos of approval dragged him over.

He arched, mouth falling open as a string of moans, whimpers, curses and bliss echoed through the charged air around them.

She sat across from him, leaned against the stone wall, lightly spreading her legs. She watched as Ominis hesitantly moved his hands, revealing his throbbing length straining against the fly of his pants. “W-were you just starting or…almost there?”

He sucked in a shaky breath, biting into the flesh of his cheek. “O-oh erm, I was close to wrapping up, but I’m still…good for a while.”

She nodded, pulling her skirt up and sliding her underwear to her knees. She didn’t know if it was because he couldn’t see her or because she just trusted him but she was okay with getting comfortable doing this.

She straightened one leg to nudge one of his and he jolted. His heart rate doubled as he listened to her getting settled. He reached down to undo his pants. “I-is the way we are sitting okay for you?”

She bit at the skin of her bottom lip, sliding her fingers between her lips which made a wet sound that had Ominis’ stomach tightening. “Y-yes, for you?”

He nodded, finally freeing himself and letting his red angry erection spring up. She sucked in a soft breath and he winced. “I-is it bad? I-I wouldn’t know if it…looks good or bad.”

She blushed, rolling her fingers over her clit while not peeling her eyes away from his bobbing member. “I-it’s incredible. Y-you look so horny, like you really need t-to cum.”

He nodded, gripping himself and willing himself to memorize the slippery sounds of her pussy. “Y-yea, really do. I’ve been needing to do this, to relax and…relieve myself.”

She nipped her lips, eyes glued to his hand, now making light strokes up and down his shaft. “W-what do you think of when you do this? Being blind I can’t imagine its visualization. Is it…sound?”

He bites his lip, stroking faster. Her asking this question. Would he really be able to tell her that he imagines her subtle brushes of skin and the coaxing sounds of her voice carrying him to orgasm. “I-I erm…use the bits of touch that I do know, as well as voices. I imagine voices of people I like…telling me what to do or saying things to me for…encouragement.”

She moaned and the sound made him squeeze his tips harshly, begging his balls not to tighten and make him blow right here. His stroking doubles and she propped a leg up on a nearby crate, letting the sounds of her juices be heard. “F-fuck you sound so wet. Are you turned on?”

She whimpered a small yes and he groaned in return, stroking harshly. It took him everything not to cum, hearing her wetness and the sounds her body made. It’s the most erotic thing he’s ever heard and twice as hot as anything he’s ever imagined.

His hips bucked into his hand and his hand stilled, tightening around his tip while he fights the rush of cum that threatens to spill. “Holy fuck, I’m sorry…this is the closest thing to using pornography I’ve every gotten. I-I don’t think I’ll last much longer.”

Watching him fall apart quickly dragged her to her own edge. She was soaking wet and the squelching of her sex echoed in the dim undercroft. “I-I’m gonna cum too…d-don’t hold back. I-I want to watch you cum…”

He moaned, somewhere between a whiny groan and a grunt, he pumped himself harshly, squeezing his cock and wringing thick milky ropes from his tip. She flicked her eyes between his cock and his pleasure twisted expression, following him right over the edge. “F-Fuck, Ominis!”

Her shout of his name had him bucking into his fist even harder. “Shit…I’ve never heard someone moan my name…”

She gives a breathy laugh, relaxing back against the wall and catching her breath. “I-I’ve never moaned anyone else’s.”

☆ During his childhood, his parents and siblings, who struggled for a long time to cure his blindness did not value his existence. As a result, Ominis tends to see himself as less valuable than a sighted person, despite what his Aunt Noctua says.

☆ Ominis has never let his blindness stop him from doing what he really wanted to do. On the other hand, as a good sneaky snake, he doesn’t mind using his blindness as an excuse not to do what he refuses to do or... to justify getting physically close to his heart’s desire. "I can’t work with my wand today, can you guide me to the Great Hall?" How can you say no to him when you know his wand [HC link] is so fickle?)

☆ When not using his echolocation spell, Ominis relies on his other senses to understand the world around him. As a result, surprise contacts can be disturbing for him as they abruptly disrupt his sensory perception. This generates anxiety, as he cannot anticipate the contact. But when this is done by people with whom he has no emotional bond, Ominis experiences it as an additional violation of his personal space, which can make him angry.

☆ Before she disappeared, his Aunt Noctua used to embroider hangings for him, which she would then hang in his bedroom. Ominis loved to run his fingertips over the raised patterns and different textures. Even without seeing them, Ominis could appreciate their creativity and aesthetics through touch. He still has a strong taste for embroidered fabrics from this period.

☆ Without concrete sensory experience of colours, his perception of colours remains a mental concept for him. At Hogwarts, he used to ask Sebastian if his clothes matched properly until he was familiar enough with fabrics to recognise them by touch.

☆ Before Ominis got his wand, his aunt taught him to know and organise his living space so that he could be as self-sufficient as possible. As a result, Ominis is very tidy and always puts his things away carefully, even in those most intimate moments, he often folds and puts away his clothes before attending to his partner... at first out of habit, and later because he finds it very exciting to play with their patience.

☆ For the Gaunt, the family’s image and reputation were of crucial importance. Having a blind child was a source of shame, as it could be interpreted as a weakness in their lineage or a sign of failure. When they gave up hope of curing him, they convinced themselves that a Gaunt could not be born deprived of sight without obtaining a compensatory magical ability, such as the gift of clairvoyance... Reality soon caught up with them.

☆ This umpteenth disappointment, combined with Ominis’s repeated refusal to adhere to supremacist ideals, or to practise dark arts, reinforced the hostility of Ominis’s parents towards him. As a result, the abuse escalated until the terrible episode recounted in the game (negative emotions + intolerance + misunderstanding + social pressure formed a detonating cocktail)

☆ His echolocation spell allows him to navigate independently, but it will never replace sight.

☆Capable of taking initiative, his wand has a will of its own that sometimes comes into conflict with Ominis. When this happens, it is very difficult for him to work with his wand and he may sometimes ask someone to guide him to where he wants to go. If he turns to you in this case, it’s a sign that he has a great deal of trust in you, something he doesn’t grant easily.

☆ The fact that people avoid certain words (see, or look for example) in his presence, or are embarrassed when he uses them himself, metaphorically or simply as a linguistic convention, amuses him and he doesn’t hesitate to play them up.

☆ To organise his belongings, he has developed a tactile memory system with the help of his aunt Noctua. As a result, he remembers objects and their location based on their shape, position, or texture.

☆ If he’s not serving himself, he discreetly feels his plate to find out where the food is.

☆ Ominis is very concerned about his appearance because he wants to blend in with society to avoid attracting unwanted attention. Also, he feels more confident with having an impeccable appearance. His obsession: getting a stain on his clothes that he can’t detect. He used to ask Anne to check his outfit several times during the day.

☆ Although many classmates have asked him to touch their faces so that Ominis can “see” them, he has always flatly refused, as he finds it too intrusive. Sebastian and Anne are the only ones with whom he has allowed himself this familiarity... until his fiancée.

☆ Aloof and reserved by nature, Sebastian, Anne and his lover are the only people he accepts hugs from. These have enabled him to obtain information about their appearance, height, weight, hairstyle, morphology and much more...

☆ Wizards of their background were often evaluated on their elegance and their ability to fit into the society at the time. In addition to the classic upbringing of a member of the illustrious Gaunt family, Ominis’ parents insisted he acquire good social skills and impeccable manners, which was not always easy for Ominis.

☆ For he had “automatic, stereotyped and repetitive” gestures (blindism). Swaying his body or turning his head, or repeatedly rubbing his eyes were very severely punished, as were the various postural disturbances inherent in his blindness (head in profile because that’s the ideal listening position, shuffling gait to keep his 2 feet anchored to the ground as much as possible etc...). As a result, Ominis has become very aware of himself and his body language.

☆ Always with the aim of meeting their standards, his parents imposed a strict education on him, ensuring that he was fully educated in the history of Magic, that of his ancestors, that of the great pureblood families, the evolution of the bonds governing them and the dark arts for which the Gaunt are so renowned.

☆ In Victorian times, professional prospects were rather limited for blind people, even in the wizarding world, and even with the best education. What’s more, the family safe at Gringotts was just a leaky basket, so Ominis’s parents forced him to play the piano hoping he would become skilled and renowned enough to bail them out. As a result, he plays the piano very well, but he is not a prodigy. This skill is the result of long efforts and painful constraints. All washed down with tears.

☆ At Hogwarts, potions classes are the hardest for Ominis to grasp. Too much simultaneous olfactory stimulation, a method of learning ill-suited to the blind as the recipe steps rely on the precise colouring of the brew.

☆ When he's not using his echolocation spell, Ominis hates it when people leave him after a conversation without telling him they're leaving.

☆ When he has to use a knife for cooking or in potions class, Ominis demands a perfectly sharp blade that offers a more precise cut with less effort, reducing the risk of slippage and injury, unlike a dull knife, which is potentially more dangerous as it requires more force to cut, making control more difficult.

☆ He doesn’t cut his fingernails, he files them to make sure he doesn’t cut himself.

(These last 2 HC are from anecdotes heard about my paternal grandmother, whom I never knew and who became blind because of cataracts that were inoperable at the time because of certain medical history)

Sebastian awoke in the middle of the night to the sounds of struggling.  He stayed in bed for a second, absorbing the sounds before deciding what to do, ready to grab his wand and attack, until he heard his name being groaned out, and not with despair.  Now he jumped, dashing over to Ominis’ bed, pulling back the curtain to see what was going on - expecting Ominis to be hurt or having some nightmare.  He did not expect to see Ominis laying there, fully naked, on his hands and knees.

“Ominis,” Sebastian said before he could keep himself from speaking, “what, uh, oh my…what’s going on?”  Ominis, surprised by Sebastian, lurched forward, removing the finger that was pushed into his anus.  He scrambled up the bed, grabbing at the covers, mumbling to himself while trying to come up with a response.  “What the fuck Sebastian, why…why are you here, why are you awake?”  

Sebastian was staring at Ominis.  The pale skin of his face had lit up red from being caught, the few drops of sweat beaded on his forehead, Sebastian wanted to lick them off.  He sat down on the bed, pulling himself closer to Ominis and running his thumb across his face, gathering the sweat to bring the droplets to his mouth.  “I heard you making noise, and then you said my name.”

“What?  I did no such thing, I wasn’t do anything that would..” Ominis was stuttering through his words until Sebastian interrupted him.

“You’re still naked Ominis, I saw what you were doing.  Do you,” he paused, gathering his thoughts, “do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

The red from Ominis’ face traveled down the entirety of his body, his skin becoming rosy and heated.  Sebastian couldn’t help himself and lay a hand onto Ominis’ thigh.

“Sebastian you can’t, I wasn’t…ugh.”  Ominis lowered his face into his palms, embarrassed and stressed.  When he looked back up at Sebastian, he had tears in his eyes as he nodded.  “Ye..yes, I do, I’m so sorry.”  His face dropped again, hiding himself from his friend.  

Before Ominis could say another world, Sebastian was clambering onto the bed and pulling Ominis under him.  He brought his lips down to meet the still flushed red skin of his friend, kissing his forehead, his cheek, and then bringing their lips together.  Sebastian immediately opened his mouth, pushing his tongue at a shocked and stilled Ominis.  Sebastian moved his hands to Ominis’s hips, pressing them together.  

Ominis finally came to his senses and opened his mouth to allow Sebastian in, their kiss blooming into heated passion.  The mutual moans filled the room, and Sebastian was already rutting himself up against Ominis.  

“Do you have any idea what you do to me, Ominis?”  Sebastian growled as he ground his stiff length into the other’s ass.  “How many nights I’ve spent fucking my hand when all I wanted was to sink my cock into you?  To watch your face fill with pleasure when I take your cock all the way down my throat?  I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“Sebastian, please, we don’t have to wait any longer.”

“Where do you keep the lube, Ominis?”  Sebastian asked as he sat up and began tearing at his clothing.  

“Bedside table.” 

“Get it.”  Sebastian felt like his clothing was one of the worst enemies he had ever faced.  They scratched against his skin when all he wanted was to feel the smoothness of Ominis pressed up against him.  As Ominis was reaching over to grab his lubricant, Sebastian was able to remove the remains of the hindrance, and he hastily moved his lips to surround Ominis’ nipple as soon as it was visible.

“Sebastian!” It took every bit of strength Ominis had to keep himself from screaming for his new lover.  Sebastian groaned as he flicked his tongue across the nipple, his hand grasping onto his own cock, pulling at it harshly.  He sat up and took the oil from Ominis, pushing Ominis’ legs up and apart.  Sebastian watched the oil drip out of the bottle, letting some drip onto Ominis’ cock, the rest pooling into the tight ring that he was desperate to breach.  

His hands moved to Ominis’ ass, spreading his cheeks wide, his breath catching in his throat.  He moved a finger to the tight little hole that was calling for him.  Sebastian didn’t immediately press his finger inside, but took a moment to press and prod, listening to Ominis gasp and beg.  “You’re so beautiful, spread out like this for me.”  Then he pressed forward with his finger.  “This is mine now, you know?  I’m the only one that gets to see you like this, to touch you like this.”

Ominis nodded in agreement, “Yes, yes, yours, every part of me is yours.”  He was lifting his hips, wanting Sebastian to fill him.

“How many fingers have you put inside of you?” 

“Two, I’ve always been too nervous to add a third.”

Sebastian hummed, pressing a second finger into Ominis.  “You’re going to take three tonight.”

“No…no, I mean..oh gods Sebastian, I will take three but I just want your cock inside of me.  Please, I need you to fill me, stretch me.”  Ominis was shaking, his body still surprised by the fact that Sebastian, the man he had wanted to be intimate with for years, was sitting before him, exploring his anus, getting ready to be penetrated by another for the first time.

A third finger joins the others, and Ominis moans loudly, sitting up slightly.  “You’re ok baby,” Sebastian coo’d.  He leaned forward, pressing their lips together as his fingers pumped in and out of Ominis.  Sebastian's other hand was wrapped Ominis’ cock, matching the pace of his thrusting fingers.

Ominis bucked his hips, pushing Sebastian back slightly.  “Stop - I don’t want to cum without you inside of me.  I need you Sebastian, now.”

Sebastian kept his hand wrapped around Ominis, but slowly retracted his fingers.  He shifted their bodies, holding his own cock steady, pressing it against the small hole.  It wasn’t a smooth entry.  Sebastian didn’t hurt Ominis, but entering into another’s body was a learning process.  At first when Sebastian pressed, he found more resistance than he was expecting.  Naturally, he pressed harder, and when he did, his cock moved beyond the resistance quickly, and before Sebastian could stop his forward momentum, he found himself halfway into Ominis.

“Slow…slower Sebastian.” Ominis cried out to him, not in pain, but in surprise.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t, fucking hell Ominis.”  Sebastian watched as Ominis shifted slightly, causing his ass to flex.  “You’re so tight, I love it.”

“You love it?” Ominis asked, suddenly whispering.

Biting his lip as he answered, “Yes.”

They were both still, breathing heavily, Ominis starting to stutter again as he asked “Is that all you love?”

Squeezing the cock still in his hand, Sebastian chuckled.  “No Ominis, that’s not all.  I love you.”

Ominis glowed as he smiled.  “I love you, Sebastian.”

Sebastian pressed forward again, “ok?”

“You can go deeper than that.”  Ominis fisted his hands into the sheets, throwing his head back as Sebastian continued to move, until he fully bottomed out.  

“Wow.”  It was all Sebastian could say when he felt himself fully inside of Ominis.  

Ominis grunted as Sebastian began to slide himself back out, watching until just the tip of his cock remained inside, before pushing back inside.  They rutted together, Ominis lifting his hips to meet each thrust from Sebastian.  “You take me so well, baby.  This tight ass was made for me.”  

Ominis always thought the first time, if he had a first time, he would have been fucked hard by someone he didn’t know very well, someone just looking to use his body.  He could feel a few tears drop down his face.  Yet, here he was, his best friend, the person he had been in love with for years was moving inside of him, not fucking him, but loving him in a way only the two of them would ever share.  The feeling’s from Sebastian’s thrusts and the hand stroking him, and the feelings swirling inside of his head and heart were starting to overwhelm him.

“I’m gonna cum Seb, I can’t hold back any longer.”  His words trailed back as the first rope of cum came shooting out of him, splashing down onto his chest.  Crying aloud through the most intense orgasm he had ever had.  

“You’re perfect.”  That’s all Ominis heard before his insides were suddenly filling with fluid, the heat warming him from the inside, causing him to shudder and squeeze.

“Fuck Ominis, it’s like you’re sucking it out of me.”  Sebastian finally stilled as the last of his seed flowed out.  He didn’t pull himself out immediately.  Instead he leaned over and kissed away the few splotches of semen remaining on Ominis’ cock, before bringing his tongue to lap up the fluid sticking to his chest.  

For the Seb lovers:

(f!mc/reader edition)

The Mess by @sunnyrealist

Tethered by @morelikeravenbore

Memory Lane by @cuffmeinblack

Fever In The Morning by @happyaccidentsonly

The Solution by @applinsandoranges

Free Use by @writeslikeanaria

Dolled Up / Scribner's desk by @frenziedfireworks

Where we belong by @just-another-fanfiction-writer

I'm going to fucking ruin you / Louder, I want them to hear you / "Shut your mouth!" - "Make me!" by @little-emerald-snake

It’s my thigh or nothing by @slytherinsallows

Fissured Composure by @anto-pops

When it rains / A different kind of key by @sebastianswallows

Five Minutes by @sebswebs

Slytherin Green by @thenerdykneazle

My Sleep Remedy by @festivalsofmargot

💚💛

(m!mc/reader edition)

Hufflesmut / Risky Business / Locker Room by @terminallybrainrot / @parselmouthedmelinae

Perfect Places by @remus-levioso

Slythersmut (unnamed oneshot) by @remus-levioso

💚❤️

For the Seb + Garreth sandwich lovers:

(f!mc/reader edition)

where there's smoke, there's firewhiskey (AO3) by @shadowtriovibes

Let's take turns (AO3) by @blueraineshadows

❤️

For the Garreth lovers:

A Halloween party... and after (AO3) by @amberlide

I could have listed so many more, but for now these are all I could think of (and find in my favs and reading lists, and there are still so many that I haven't read yet, I'm so sorry! I shall use my break to read all the fics I saved for later!).

So: Please check out their other works as well!

And while we're at it: if you have recommendations, please feel free to leave a comment and share it with us! Thank you!

Warnings: under the influence of alcohol, spit swallowing, degradation and name calling, mmf threesome, oral f receiving, anal fingering, unprotected p-in-v, first time mm, unprotected anal sex

She’d been so happy when Sebastian and Ominis had volunteered to stay at school with her over the holidays, making sure she had friends who care about her to ease the ache the holidays usually brought her.

She’d been even more thrilled when Sebastian had pulled them into the empty Slytherin common room where he’d gathered a hoard of blankets and pillows to make a cozy nest in front of the crackling glow of the fireplace. It was close to the massive Christmas tree in the common room as well, one of her favorite things.

She was already a bit silly because of the amount of firewhiskey she’d consumed and Sebastian leaned over, taking the cup from her. “You need to slow down darling, or you’ll make yourself sick.”

She giggled, lolling against Ominis who hadn’t expected her to come crashing into his side while he took a sip and spilled a bit. He rolled his eyes and set his drink far off to the side to avoid another spill. “For once, Sebastian is right. You’re making a mess.”

Sebastian pulled her close to him, causing her to blush. The warmth of his chest against her back and the warmth of the firewhiskey in her belly had her feeling loose and safe, not something she’d often felt around the holidays.

Sebastian slid his hand up her side teasingly. “Are you blushing? Ominis, she’s blushing. Think it’s cus she’s drunk or does she like it when I cuddle her and touch her?”

She blushed harder when Ominis’ hands joined Sebastian’s, roaming first over her shoulder then down across her chest and to her stomach. “Ohh, she’s blushing even more, Om. She likes you touching her like that.”

Ominis seemed to gain a bit of confidence, letting his hands slide back up her stomach and over her breasts where he gently squeezed. “If you don’t like it, just let me know and I’ll stop.”

Ominis was pleased when instead of asking him to stop she leaned into the touch, a small moan falling past her lips. She moaned louder when Sebastian’s hands met Ominis’, pinching her nipples lightly. “Do you like this?”

She nodded against Seb’s chest, letting a breathy moan fall from her lips. Her hips slid back against Sebastian who she could feel was enjoying this as much as she was from the hardness against her rear.

Sebastian tsk’d her, reaching over to pull Ominis’ leg out and angling her hips against it. “Grind on his knee while we touch you. Yea. Just like that, pretty girl.”

She moaned, grinding her clothed center against Ominis’ knee, just as Sebastian had instructed. Ominis hummed in satisfaction. “She’s so warm between her legs, Sebastian. Feels like all the extra firewhiskey she drank went straight to warming her pussy.”

Sebastian chuckled, tilting her head back and looking into her eyes. “Is that so? Do you want more, pretty girl? Wanna make sure that pussy is nice and warmed up?”

She nodded, even as Ominis tried to protest the idea of giving her more alcohol. Sebastian took a swig straight from the bottle, and tipped her head back towards him.

He leaned down for what she thought was a kiss but was surprised when he held her chin in place and pushed her lips open, spitting the firewhiskey into her mouth.

She swallowed it quickly, getting hot for an entirely different reason. Sebastian could see it in her eyes and grinned, holding her chin in place. “Yea? You like me spitting in your mouth?”

Ominis gripped her hips, reminding her to grind herself against him while listening to them. “You’re absolutely filthy Sebastian.”

Sebastian grinned at his blind friend, who didn’t look as disgusted as he really made it sound. She nodded up at Sebastian, letting him know that no matter what Ominis said, she did in face like the idea of Seb spitting into her mouth and being forced to swallow.

At her approval Sebastian gripped her cheeks, forcing her mouth open and spitting directly onto her tongue. “Filthy fucking girl, swallow it like a good girl for me.”

She did, grinding against Ominis and swallowing for Seb, her pretty eyes filled with so much heat at everything they did. “Yea? You like it that much? Want to taste Ominis too? Filthy slut.”

She nodded again, turning forward to look at Ominis whose eyebrows rose. That didn’t stop him from leaning up on an elbow and gripping her chin. She opened obediently and he spit inside her mouth.

She hummed as she swallowed and Sebastian chuckled but Ominis is the one who spoke. “Making a fucking wet mess on my pants, love. You’re soaking through all the layers of fabric between us. Poor horny little thing.”

Sebastian reached down to run two fingers across the soaking wet center of her panties and groaned. “So fucking wet, just how we need you, pretty girl. Get on top of the covers and undress for me, beautiful.”

She did as she was told, climbing out from under the covers and shedding every piece of clothing till she laid bare for them.

Sebastian groaned, pointing down to the blanket. She quickly laid down on her back, anxiously spreading her legs. Sebastian stripped off his own clothes and her eyes greedily raked over the smattering of freckles across his skin.

He dipped down, laying on his stomach with his head between her thighs. He gave one teasing lick to her soaking wet center, groaning at her taste while she whimpered, hand flying to fist his hair.

Her eyes trailed to Ominis who, fully clothed, sat beside her face, leaning over and holding his thumb to her mouth. “Suck this. He’s gonna need it nice and wet, I promise.”

She blushed and took Ominis’ thumb into her mouth and rolling her tongue over it generously. With his free hand, Ominis undid his trousers and her eyes locked onto his erection springing free only inches from her face.

Once he was satisfied, Ominis pulled his thumb from her mouth and sat up, letting the bob of his erection brush her lips. “Now you work on this while I work on him. He’ll really want this nice and wet

Sebastian licked and sucked her pussy like he’d die without it. The pleasure was so intense that it became a struggle to suck on Ominis without moaning around his cock. When she did moan, Ominis thrusted into her mouth gently to remind her of the task at hand.

Her eyes flit between watching Ominis preparing Seb for what she could only assume was his cock and Sebastian who’s looking up at her while sliding his tongue eagerly across her clit in maddening circles.

She gripped tightly in his brunette curls, hips lifting and eyes shutting as she came apart on Seb’s tongue. Ominis pulled out from her mouth, letting her moan freely while getting ready behind Sebastian.

Once she’d come back to earth from her orgasm her eyes lock on Seb who’d started grinding himself against the blanket and whimpering as Ominis finger fucked his ass, fingers stretching him open.

Her eyes met Ominis’ lips as he muttered a wandless charm, suddenly creating a symphony of squelching noises from Sebastian’s ass. “Fuck Om, fingers feel so good I won’t last long like that.”

Ominis grinned, pulling his fingers out, adjusting Sebastian up to his knees between her legs. It was so intimate seeing Sebastian’s reddened cheeks and need stricken face meeting her wide eyes. “H-have you guys done this before?”

Sebastian shook his head as Ominis lines up behind Sebastian, muttering another lubrication charm and pumping his shaft in his hand while responding. “No. But if he’s gonna take my cock then it’d be wise for him to be distracted by fucking you.”

She nodded in agreement and Seb pulled a pillow closer, helping her prop her hips up onto it for a better angle. He prowled the few inches forward and his lust burning eyes flick up to her face, searching for any sign he should stop. “Do you really want this?”

She nods eagerly, letting him line up before locking her ankles around the back of his knees. Sebastian sunk home on the first thrust. Her eyes squoze shut as she felt Ominis sink into Sebastian from up top.

A hiss of air left Sebastian’s lips but he didn't seem uncomfortable. Instead he squeezed her cheeks and she opened her mouth obediently, he spit into her mouth again. “Good fucking girl, you’re mine.”

A wave of heat washes over her and Ominis pulls out only to thrust back in. She can tell he’s being gentle but the twisted look of agonizing pleasure written so clearly across Sebastian’s face has her brain swimming.

Ominis chuckled, rolling his hips leisurely, causing Seb to twitch inside of her. “He’s already all starry eyed and cock drunk isn’t he? Bet he looks so good, lost in pleasure between us like this.”

She barely lets out a whimper of agreeance before Seb’s hips twitch to life, dragging pleasure from her body. She can tell the reaction isn’t entirely voluntary but it feels so good she dropped her head back and closed her eyes to enjoy the ride. “Oh, fuck.”

Sebastian practically keens between their bodies, hands groping anywhere he can reach in an attempt to ground himself to reality.

Ominis strikes a spot within him that has him bucking harshly and moaning brokenly. “Ah! S-so good! Fuck!”

Ominis’ focus clips and he moans, focusing back on that spot which in turn has Sebastian rutting conveniently into her g spot. She realizes now why he placed the pillows under her. No matter how he thrusts, she’s angled so he will slam right into her sweet spot.

Finally the boys find a rhythm and her neck is bared as her eyes roll back in absolute pleasure. She’s fighting the urge to fall apart under them both, hanging on to hope that one of them will cave first.

Sebastian sounds so fucked out and needy that his wines carry through the common room, not an ounce of hesitation. “O-oh fuck! I-I’m gonna cum! C-can’t stop! Ah!”

She shuttered, allowing herself to cum as Sebastian slams into her g spot, cum flowing into her and filling her so full she can feel it leaking out of her and making a mess.

Ominis seems to lose his composure as Sebastian tightens around him. His hips stutter and his eyes slam shut before a chorus of moans flows past his thin lips.

They lay there in a sweaty heap till finally Ominis peels himself from Sebastian’s sticky skin, grunting when he pulls from Sebastian with an audible pop.

She blushes as Sebastian pushes himself up on shaky legs and pulls himself from her next. His eyes trail the cum seeps from her pussy and he grips his wand, muttering a cleaning charm for all three of them.

Finally having the burning urges inside of them satiated, Sebastian lays down against Ominis and pulls her against his chest with a content sigh.