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A Diplomatic Error

cw: enemies to lovers, kidnapping, being tied up, manhandling, size difference, non-human genitalia, oral sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex

male orc x fem reader

Word count: 9k

You were headed to another counsel meeting. You never really stopped attending them, despite the fact that they never listened to a word you had to say.

Your father said it was good for morale. You didn’t understand how watching someone sit around and not help was good for anyone’s morale, but you knew better than to question him.

The halls of the palace were quieter than you were used to. Almost everyone had been called to the front lines, even your closest guards had gone. You weren’t used to walking alone, nor were you accustomed to the typically lively castle looking like a ghost town.

So now you walked through the castle halls, more alone than you’d ever been before, no one there to wait on you, to protect you, to watch over you. Something in you said it should have felt freeing.

It didn’t. It just felt lonely.

As you walked, moving slowly as you wallowed in self-indulgent pity between war meetings, a pair of hands reached out of nowhere, one snaking around your waist to pull you back into the shadows while the other clamped firmly over your mouth.

When the guards had been sent away, you’d been assured that you’d be safe. It wouldn’t exactly be easy for a hulking orc to sneak in undetected. At least that's what you'd been told. With a massive hand that dwarfed your face locked over your mouth, suddenly the idea didn’t seem so ridiculous.

You thrashed under the figure's unwavering grip to no avail. He easily held you in place, barely needing to put any effort in to stop your desperate bid for an escape.

You weren’t one for swooning but suddenly a faintness came over you. You reached up to grab at the only stable thing in reach, hands wrapping around the figure’s arm, trying to keep yourself upright.

Your knees began to buckle and only then, mind slowed by whatever he’d dosed you with, did you begin to suspect foul play. Maybe something on his skin that humans were weak to, maybe something in the air. Was he holding a cloth? You didn’t think so. But then again, he seemed so far away not, even pressed up against you as he was.

You blinked your heavy eyes and when you opened them, you were thrown over a large shoulder. You watched the road behind you as the creature holding you strode along, still blind to what was ahead. His hand was wrapped around your waist, keeping you firmly in place, jostling you only slightly with each step.

It took you a second to gather your bearings enough to start struggling. Once you did, you started pounding on his back. It was a futile gesture but you were nothing if not persistent. At the very least, he knew you were awake now.

His shoulder shook under you as he chuckled. “Good morning, princess,” he said, his gravelly voice carrying across the road.

“Put me down, you brute!” you shouted, trying your best to kick your feet under heavy skirts. If you'd known you'd be getting kidnapped today, you'd have worn something lighter.

He paused and for a moment you thought maybe he'd listen to you. But you knew better than that, knew you'd have no say in any of this.

“As you wish.”

Your feet were planted on the ground, although he still had a heavy arm on your shoulder, holding you in place. A silent promise: you weren't going anywhere.

You whipped around, eager to see what was in front of you instead of the increasingly distant road you'd been traveling on.

You got your first look at the front of your captor, no longer flung over his shoulder.

Despite it being part of the little information you already knew about him, the first thing you noticed was that he was massive. He towered over you, with a broad frame to match. Tusks stuck out of his mouth as he sneered down at you, marring an almost handsome face.

You’d never actually seen an orc in person and despite years of being at war with them, it struck you suddenly that they were real. They were real and in front of you, no longer threatening figures discussed in crowded rooms you weren’t supposed to speak in but instead a real man in front of you with his hand on your arm. It radiated warmth, applying a firm pressure that told you if he wanted to he could crush you underhand.

In front of you, next to your very real captor, was a camp. The sort of camp you imagined soldiers slept in. You had no idea which side of the border you were on, disputed or otherwise. You hoped you were still in your own kingdom, but you had no way to know. It all looked the same from here.

Amidst the massive canvas tents milled a dozen or so orcs. At your sudden appearance, they’d stopped what they were doing, all peering at their new guest.

As they all stared at you, you panicked. Your feet started moving before your brain did. You managed to slip out from under your captor's grasp just in time to feel his hand dart forward, pushing you into the mud before you had a chance to get anywhere.

As you lay in the dirt, you heard something that sounded like orders being barked in a foreign tongue.

And then you were being hauled to your feet. You didn’t have the presence of mind to be upset at the manhandling as you looked down at your body, the front of you almost completely covered in mud.

You didn’t even have time to protest that before he cut you off. “Come on, m’lady. We have much to discuss.”

You crossed your arms, about to demand more respect from him before you were being lifted again and all you could manage was a surprised little squeak.

You watched helplessly as you were hauled into a nearby tent, all of the towering soldiers staring at you as you went.

You were deposited less than graciously on the floor of the tent, left to flounder and find your bearing on your own as your captor moved to look at you.

The tents were incredibly spacious, at least for someone of your size, the roof towering above you.

He leaned down in front of you, tone condescending as he spoke. “Here’s what's going to happen. You’re a bargaining chip for us. We’ll get you home as soon as your father allows it, princess.” He said your title like an insult, spat it at you in a way that made you flinch.

“And in the meantime?” you asked, trying your best not to look afraid. You'd make your way out of this with your pride intact. Well, as much of your pride as you could still manage to salvage as you stood there, covered in mud.

You could barely see the deep red of your dress under the grime. You didn’t even know how much of it was from your fall and how much you’d picked up on the road.

“In the meantime,” he said, “you will sit around until we need you.”

“Perfect.” You stood, futilely attempting to brush off your skirts as you did and taking a step towards the entrance of the tent. “Well, I should go find a place to rest until I am needed.” It was a long shot but you at least had to try.

Your captor followed you as you backed slowly out of the tent. “I don’t think you understand what’s going on here.”

“What’s the harm in it? Where do you think I’m going to go?” you shouted, gesturing around you at the thick woods. “If I had a death wish, there are far better ways to satisfy it than getting lost in the forest. Attempting to kill you, perhaps.”

He nodded. “It would be more honorable, to die in combat against me.”

You groaned. “Yeah, sure, that’s what I meant. It’d be so honorable of me. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go find somewhere to rest, maybe even clean myself.”

You managed to make it about two steps before his arm wrapped around your waist, lifting you as if you were a ragdoll.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

The words were hissed into your ear as he walked. You thrashed in his grip but it didn’t matter, he hauled you along just as easily.

You were thrown into a new tent next to a massive wooden pole, staked into the ground in the center.

He leaned down next to you, grabbing your arm, easily resisting your attempt to pull it away from him. As he easily held your wrists in one hand, the other reached back to pull out a length of rope. His hands were surprisingly nimble, threading rope around your wrists and securing you to the pole at the center of the tent with little difficulty.

When he let his hands get a little too close to your face, you bit them as hard as you could, locking your jaw down on him. There wasn’t any strategy behind it, you couldn’t escape or go anywhere, but the way he hissed and yanked his arm back filled you with a little bit of self-satisfaction. That had to be worth something.

He didn’t stick around long after. It seemed you had managed to piss him off at some stage in the kidnapping process. You couldn’t imagine when.

Your first night in the orc camp was spent restlessly, pulling futilely at your bindings as you sat there on the floor. You tried not to wallow in your misery. This wouldn’t be forever. Your father would get you out of here, one way or another. Until then, you could put on a brave face.

As the sun began to rise, the orcs’ curiosity in you seemed to reawaken.

Occasionally a soldier would peek in the entrance of the tent, never for more than a few seconds, or you would see them silhouetted against the canvas, hovering nearby. When you got particularly frustrated you’d shout at them, the snorts of laughter your yelling drew from them only making you angrier.

But anger was good. At least anger felt productive.

You’d become accustomed enough to the curiosity of the soldiers that at first, when your captor returned, you didn’t notice it was him. It was only when he strode towards you and began to undo your bindings that you realized who he was.

The second your bindings were undone, you made a break for it. You didn’t make it far. Your captor held you by your ankle, dangling you upside down, your various muddied skirt layers falling to cover your face as you struggled.

“This will be easier for you if you behave,” he said, and you could hear a layer of irritation in his voice.

You would've spat in his face if there weren't layers of fabric hanging in front of you.

His attempts to right you were thwarted by your thrashing until you figured out what he was trying to do and attempted to still yourself as much as you could, if only to get your feet on the ground again.

“We’re moving,” he said as you steadied yourself when returned back to solid ground. “I can carry you or you can walk.”

You opted to walk, both to preserve your dignity and to attempt to plan an escape.

The soldiers were shockingly efficient, completely packing up the camp faster than you’d imagined possible.

And then you were on the move.

You had to move swiftly to keep up with them, none of the soldiers willing to slow for you.

Your captor stayed diligently by your side, occasionally shooting you looks that seemed intended to tell you you had no chance of escape. You ignored him.

After about an hour of moving quietly, out of breath from all the walking, he was the one to break the silence.

“You’re slow.”

“Your legs are longer than mine. Besides, it's hard to walk when you’re covered in filth” you said, struggling under stiff, heavy skirts.

“And who is to blame for that?”

You gave him a pointed look. “In fact, I think you’ll find that you are.”

“You shouldn’t have run,” he said with a grunt.

“You shouldn’t have pushed me!”

He rolled his eyes and then you were being hauled off the ground again. You yelped in protest but were quietly a little grateful as he sat you on his shoulder. If you had to keep moving at their pace all day, dressed as you were, you might’ve passed out.

It wasn’t your fault you couldn’t keep up with a well-trained group of soliders. If anything, they should be impressed you managed to keep pace as long as you did.

Your hand rested on his other shoulder as he moved, trying to keep yourself steady, but realistically, you knew he wouldn’t let you fall, his arm holding you easily in place. You were just glad you were being allowed to sit this time instead of being thrown around like a sack of potatoes.

You spent the rest of the day like that, sitting on his shoulder as they traveled. As the sun began to set and the others began to set up camp, you expected to be set down.

It seemed you were wrong.

Instead of placing you on the ground or even tying you up again, he began to pace off in the opposite direction of the rest of the camp.

Nerves began to take over you. He may have said nothing would happen to you, but you did not relish in the thought of being alone with him, let alone him intentionally dragging you away from the rest of his compatriots.

You began to squirm again and his arm tightened, holding you in place. “Settle,” he said, his voice low and calm.

You did not listen.

Eventually, he did set you down, although you did not think your thrashing encouraged him to do so.

As he did, you noticed the sound of a swift-moving river just behind you.

He nudged you towards the river. “Clean. You’re too slow.”

“What?”

“You wanted to be clean,” he said, nudging you again. "You should clean”

“It’s a river.”

He looked at you like he was worried you’d hit your head. “It is.”

“And you expect me to wash in there? It’s full of dirt!”

He chuckled and you considered biting him again. “You’ll survive, princess.”

You groaned but decided that anything was better than the mud you were caked in. It was running water, at the very least. You weren’t certain why, but it did feel a little cleaner that way.

You considered bathing fully clothed but you’d heard too many stories of women drowning, weighed down by layers of dresses.

You began to pull at your dress, stripping off some of the upper layers, glaring at your captor as you did. It was too much to ask to be left alone, you knew that much, but it was still humiliating to get undressed in front of him like this.

You only took off as many layers as you needed to ensure you wouldn’t drown. You were almost fully covered but still, you felt exposed.

At the very least, he seemed largely disinterested in what you were doing, only sparing you the occasional glance.

You covered your chest as you moved towards the water. He looked down at you as you did, head cocked to the side. “What are you doing?”

“The skirts are heavy, I can’t wear them in the water or I could drown.”

He scoffed. “Little weakling. That’s not what I asked though, why do you hide? You’re covered.”

“I’m being forced to strip to my underwear, of course I’m covering myself.”

He stared back, clearly still confused, and you realized as you looked at him that the idea of being properly dressed was probably not the same for him. He was covered, but largely in leathers and furs, with far more skin exposed than you would ever have, even now in your underskirts.

“Listen,” you said, trying not to be too antagonistic, as it seemed he was truly trying to understand. “It’s different for us. Especially for me, I’m supposed to be covered perfectly at all times. Maybe you should give me new clothes.”

“Why would I do that?” he asked dismissively.

Any patience you’d been trying to put on for him snapped. “Sorry, I forgot you’re a heartless brute, I don’t know why I asked.”

And with that, you stormed off into freezing cold water.

The mud caking your skin began to wash off as soon as you touched the water and you let out a sigh of relief. The river looked to be snow runoff from a nearby mountain, it certainly felt cold enough for it, but for now all you wanted was to be clean.

You looked down as you scrubbed at your skin and your skirts and as you did, you realized the whites of your underthings had become translucent in the freezing water.

You turned and caught him staring, both looking away as soon as your eyes met. You turned your back to him immediately, feeling tears pricking at your eyes, trying to cover it up with the water that was rushing over you. It felt like you had nothing left, like this was the ultimate humiliation.

When you turned back to look at him once more, he was gone, not making so much as a sound as he left.

You weren’t foolish enough to think he’d truly left you alone, but you appreciated having at least the pretense of privacy. It was shockingly… kind?

No. You pushed the thought out of your mind as quickly as it occurred to you. You would not start thinking like that, not about the man who had kidnapped you.

You finished bathing quickly, the chill starting to set into your bones.

As you waded out of the river, he was still missing. It was evident where he’d been, massive orcs weren’t exactly built for stealth, but still he was nowhere to be found.

In his stead, you found a pile of clothes lying on the bank of the river. As you lifted them, the first thing you noticed was while they were far too big for you, they were too big by human standards. It was an old shirt, well worn, and a pair of pants you’d have to find some way to tie to keep up properly. They were slightly torn and upon closer inspection, you found speckles of a dark rusty substance splattered across the shirt.

Someone’s blood. From who’s side, you’d never know.

You tried not to dwell on what had happened to the owner of these clothes to leave them in the orc’s possession. They were yours now.

They were far more practical than your fine skirts had been, even if they didn’t quite fit properly.

As you pulled them on, you hesitated, holding your skirts. You didn’t need them any longer, but it felt like a waste to just leave them here.

But you had no time for sentimentality right now. You cast them aside, opting to forgo your shoes, despite the lack of new ones. Your shoes from the palace were not exactly built for forests and rough terrain. They’d only slow you down.

As you finished dressing, situating yourself in the unfamiliar clothes as best you could, you looked around nervously. You could find no sign of your captor amidst the unfamiliar foliage, but you had more than enough reason to doubt yourself. You felt lost amidst the thick trees surrounding you, it was hard to tell where you stood. You didn’t know what to look for or how to orient yourself, trapped in a foreign landscape.

You did what you could, checking for any onlookers, peeking through the trees, and once you’d made your decision, taking off.

You had no idea where you were, or where you were running to, but anywhere was better than here. There were surely search parties looking for you and even if you were on the other side of the border, orc civilians or soldiers who were unfamiliar with your status were a better bet than your current captors.

As your bare feet pounded down on a floor of sticks and rocks, you tried to ignore how cut up they were getting.

You were faster this way. That was what counted.

You focused on moving as fast as you could, the determination drowning out the pain until suddenly, the sharp rocks and twigs were underfoot no longer. Your brain took a second to catch up, feet still moving down to try and push off of a ground that was being pulled further and further away.

“Predictable little thing,” said a familiar voice beside you. “What happened to attempting to best me in combat? I didn’t take you for a coward, princess.”

A frustrated scream escaped you, cutting through the peaceful quiet of the forest.

Despite your protests, he continued to haul you back towards the camp, tying you up as soon as you reached your tent, a practiced routine for the two of you by now.

You had the night to sleep off your anger before morning came and you were on the move again.

Your captor did not wait before lifting you onto his shoulder and this time, you did not fight him. It was preferable to running to keep up with them, especially on newly damaged feet.

It felt strange to sit there, without struggling or screaming, just moving in silence. So instead, you spoke.

“Do you have a name?”

“Drakar,” he said. His voice was low but with your position atop his shoulder, it was easy to hear him, even over the bustle of moving soldiers.

“Thank you for the clothes,” you tried again, wanting to start up any sort of conversation to break the silence.

He didn’t even grace you with words this time, giving you a simple acknowledging grunt in return.

His answers remained brief, with no apparent interest in engaging in conversation. Eventually, you stopped trying.

When you came to a stop and the soldiers began to set up camp around you, you waited for your chance.

The second Drakar turned his back to you, you were off.

Another orc caught you in a heartbeat, hoisting you off the ground until Drakar could come fetch you.

He dragged you off with a huff, scowling at you as he set you down. “Why do you continue to fight and run? I’ve told you of our plans to trade you, you’ll fare better with us than on your own in the wilds.”

“I have no desire to be a bargaining chip against my own people. Besides, I’m no fool. I know good things don’t often happen to soldier’s prisoners.”

He scoffed. “Your soldiers, maybe. We have honor, unlike them. And you call us the monsters.”

“Monsters? Maybe. Uncivilized at the very least.”

“I assure you, your soldiers in my country are living in no more luxury than we are here.”

So you were still in your country, not yet over the border. If you could just get away, your chances were good. “Well, then they’re uncivilized dogs just like you,” you spat.

He never seemed to find your outbursts anything other than vaguely annoying or passively amusing. Right now, he seemed inclined towards amusement, despite your latest escape attempt. It was for the best, that tended to work out better for you. It was irritating nonetheless. “Perhaps.”

Your enlightening conversation was cut short as a horn sounded, a familiar announcing horn. The sound of one of your people. Drakar’s head perked up and before you understood what was happening, your legs were being bound together, untethered but severely limiting your movement. You might be able to move like this, but you couldn’t get far.

He did not feel the need to explain this to you or threaten you with hunting you down, trusting you to come to your own conclusions as he strode off in the direction of the horn.

You might not be able to run, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t do anything. The least you could do was try to gather information, so you could be useful when you were saved.

If you were saved.

You managed to scoot your way towards the back of the tent Drakar had retreated to, out of sight of any of the soldiers, just close enough that you could peek under the thick fabric of the walls.

Drakar’s back was to you. You could barely see the messenger from your spot on the floor, his body blocking your vision. You could just see the tip of a feather, presumably stuck in a hat, bobbing as the messenger spoke.

As you got close enough to listen in, you caught Drakar mid-sentence. “- does your king think about our terms for his precious daughter?”

You held your breath, trying not to get your hopes up. This was a war. They couldn’t just be giving in to the first demands given. This could be a long, arduous process. You understood that, would never blame him for it. The country came first.

“The king rejects your terms.” You tried not to let it get to you. You knew this would probably happen, could understand exactly where your father was coming from. The messenger continued on, unaware of your quiet heartbreak. “Furthermore, he would like to close negotiations on this matter.”

You could not hold in the gasp that came at his words. You saw Drakar stiffen and knew he’d heard you, knew he’d figured out exactly what you’d been doing. A moment passed and he untensed his shoulders and continued on. You silently thanked him. You were in no state to face anyone right now.

“What do you mean close negotiations?” he asked, and you choked back tears.

You cursed yourself for putting yourself in such a tight spot. You didn’t think you could manage a quiet escape, at least not without being noticed, not in your current state, so instead you sat, a captive audience to a discussion of why your family had given up on you.

The messenger cleared his throat. “We do not negotiate with beasts.”

“So he chooses instead to abandon his daughter with them?”

The messenger disregarded his words entirely, his voice squeaking as he cried out, “You creatures will pay for the loss of his daughter.”

“She is not lost yet. He is choosing that fate for her, not I,” he hissed out.

“I have said all I was bidden to say. Do you have a message for the king?”

“Tell him if I see him or any of his scrawny little messengers again, I’ll rip them in two.”

With a little yelp, the messenger retreated. Drakar stood for a moment, the sound of his heavy breathing filling the tent.

After a moment, the canvas of the tent was lifted and your hiding place was revealed. You sat, crumpled, on the ground, bile rising in your throat.

That was it. There was no one coming.

He hauled you to your feet, undoing your bindings.

“What did you ask for me?” you asked as he undid the ropes, keeping you propped up on him as he worked.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It does!” you snapped. You needed to know what was so much more important than you, what you’d been given up for. “You will tell me. I’ve earned that much.”

“A full retreat. It never would have been taken, it was just supposed to be a start to the negotiations.”

“Hmm.” It was a ridiculous ask, obviously so. But to dismiss you completely? To not even try?

Drakar pulled you out of your thoughts with a question. “Would you even want to go back now? If I let you go?”

Your brows furrowed. “You can’t let me go. It would show weakness, show you’ll roll over if your terms aren’t met.”

“I know, it was just a question. So what do I do with you now?”

You shrugged. “You could kill me.”

“No. We won’t be doing that. I should have killed him, though. The audacity of them sending a little snot-nosed fool to tell me negotiations were over. I should’ve gutted him.”

“Why didn’t you?”

He spared you a look that said more than you were sure he wanted it to, rage and concern both written across his face. “I had other things on my mind.”

He tried to speak to you again but you’d begun to shut down. It was all too much, you could do no more.

It didn’t seem too unreasonable a reaction. Your life had just ended, severed by your father without even a real rescue attempt.

But even if you’d shut down, the world had not.

And so it continued. Drakar seemed to have decided you were still useful somehow because every day you were hauled along with his troops, and every day you were given your own little tent.

He didn’t keep you tied up anymore. It wasn’t because you’d become docile, you’d attempted many escapes and he’d found you and brought you back every time. You weren’t entirely sure why you were no longer being tied up. Maybe it was because you weren’t valuable anymore.

You didn’t fully understand why you hadn’t been killed yet. What more could you do for them?

As days passed, the grief lessened to more practical thoughts, thoughts about your future. What was there for you now? Why were you still here? What else could they want from you?

You wanted answers.

You stood and stormed off. Several of the soldiers around you went to grab you until they realized that you were not headed out, but instead towards Drakar’s tent, letting you continue on your warpath.

You started to shout as soon as you entered the tent and he whipped around to face you. “You should kill me. Why won’t you kill me? What do you want from me? Whatever it is, I won’t give it. I have nothing to give. I don’t understand what’s wrong with you.”

He watched your outburst with a level of amusement on his face that made you want to attack him. “Are you done?”

You ran at him, trying to claw at him, bite him, anything. He restrained you easily, pinning you against him, but still, it fed something in you, trying to do something.

You felt him chuckle behind you and if you weren’t pinned down, you would have attacked him again.

“See,” he asked, and you felt the rumble of his voice through his chest. “You’ll be fine. You’re a fighter.”

“I will not fight for you,” you spat.

“I don’t expect you to. But you will fight for you. Nothing is over.”

He released you from his grip and before you could decide what to do with your newfound freedom, someone came crashing into the tent, armor shining a bright silver. He stood, ready to attack, sword in hand, but the second he saw you he froze. “You’re dead,” he choked out, words muffled through the metal of the armor.

You didn’t have a chance to respond before Drakar had thrown him halfway across the camp, orc soldiers rushing over to finish him off. He didn't stand a chance.

You stared at the spot he had just been in, processing his words, before slowly turning to Drakar.

“What was that?”

“An attacker. A foolish little man.”

You shook your head. “No not… why did he think I was dead?’

“Princess, the whole world thinks you’re dead.”

You head snapped up to look at him. “Why?”

“Because I told them.”

You reeled back. “Why would you do that? I didn’t ask you to say that.”

“Your people didn’t seem to care.”

“Oh, thank you so much then. As long as they didn’t care, then it’s fine. You speak of honor and then do this. Why? To torture me? Make sure I have nowhere to go and ensure that I know I am not loved?”

You’d had enough of this conversation, turning heel and storming off without another word, set on putting as much distance as possible between you and them.

You vaguely heard orders being barked to follow you, but that didn't stop you from running.

It didn’t change anything. No matter how far you ran, you had nowhere to go.

Drakar didn’t follow you himself, instead sending someone else to do his dirty work. A few orcs stood behind you, easily able to keep track of you and match your pace.

You weren’t even given a full hour of feigned freedom before one of them had picked you up and started pulling you back towards camp. You fought them the whole way.

You were set down in front of him, the whole process embarrassing. You straightened your ill-fitted pants as you desperately tried to regain any ounce of dignity.

Despite your appearance, he didn’t seem amused. “You shouldn’t run.”

“So you saw fit to have me kidnapped? Again?”

“I had to tell them you were dead,” he said, pushing past your outburst.

You scoffed. “You didn’t have to do anything.”

“I have orders to kill you. The negotiations failed, my people wanted you dead. It was the only way out of this for you.”

Oh. There was no reprieve for you on either side. You’d known your father had signed your death warrant with his refusal to negotiate but now the orders had been given.

“Then why am I still here?” you asked, your voice smaller than you would’ve liked.

“It is not just. I will not kill you.”

“So what now?”

“No one knows what you look like,” he said, his voice soft and low. “It doesn’t have to be over.”

It didn’t matter. Both sides had condemned you. You had your life, but nowhere you could live it. “I have nowhere to go,” you said, sounding braver than you felt.

“You’ll find somewhere. Until then, there’s always room for you in my camp. I displaced you, the burden of this wrong falls to me.”

You rolled your eyes. “And none of your men will send word that you’ve kept me here?”

“As long as they get to keep staring at you, I can’t imagine they’d mind.”

Your nose wrinkled at his words. “These are your honorable men? Letting me stay for the right to keep ogling me?”

“It’s not so odd. They’re fascinated by you, such a strange little thing.”

You supposed you were strange and foreign to them, as they were to you. But surely you weren’t the first, not with the combat they must’ve seen. “You’ve seen humans before.”

“Some of them haven’t. At least, not living ones that aren’t trying to kill us.”

“Who said I’m not trying to kill you.”

He snorted. “Well, you’re doing a piss poor job of it.”

“And if I stay? I won’t fight my own people, even if I was trained in combat. You’ll just carry around dead weight?”

“You’re hardly dead weight. I don’t even notice you up on my shoulder half the time.”

“You know that’d not what I mean.”

“I do. There are towns over the border where you could stay.”

You looked up, curiosity gleaming in your eyes. “They’ll take me? A random human?”

He nodded solemnly. “They will, if you wish to depart. If not… I am the reason your people forsook you. I do not regret it, I did what needed to be done, but I regret what has come to pass to you because of it. You’ve faced this better than I ever thought a human would. They’re cowards to have cast you out, I will not follow in their steps. It may not be what you’re used to, I am no prince and we are no humans, but you’re welcome to stay at my home. You will never be a princess again, that was taken from you. I took that from you. It is only fair to give what I can in return. It is not much, but it is what I have.”

You smiled, swallowing down the lump in your throat and willing away the misty feeling in your eyes. “Thank you. I’d love to stay, if you’ll have me.”

It was no great concession from you, you weren’t exactly drowning in options, but it felt like choosing it all the same. It was no less of a choice than your last home had been, born into it and forbidden to ever really leave.

This was being offered to you. You were being given the opportunity to say no. To run.

As much as Drakar had angered and frustrated you in the past week or so, you weren’t sure you’d ever been given this much respect. Real respect, not the fake respect of being placed in war rooms and told to be silent.

You gave him a final nod and a smile, adding a curtsy that you pulled yourself out of halfway through when you thought better of it, tripping over your feet a little as you did.

His eyes crinkled as he smiled at you and you wondered how you’d never noticed it before.

You went to bed that night feeling lighter, freer than you were used to.

As you left your tent the next morning, you almost tripped over a deer carcass left in your doorway.

You backed away slowly, rushing over to Drakar’s tent.

He was barely dressed for the day, the sun having only half risen past the horizon, and gave you a smile and a nod as he saw you rush into his tent. “Good morning, princess.”

You barely let him finish his sentence before you blurted out, “Someone left a dead animal outside my tent.”

He froze, his shoulders tensing.

You watched, waiting for a response and getting none, before adding, “Should I be concerned? It felt like a threat. Maybe they don’t like that you lied for me, that you're protecting me. Maybe they don’t like me like you think they do.”

“It’s not a threat,” he said with a swift shake of his head.

“How could you know?”

He explained it through barred teeth. “It’s an orchish courting gift. You’ve caught someone’s interest.”

Your breath caught in your chest. “Oh.”

“Oh indeed.” None of the tension had left him and he made no attempt to hide his irritation. “It’s odd, an orc taking an interest in such a frail little thing.”

You rolled your eyes. He was clearly upset that one of his soldiers had become distracted with you, maybe even disgusted at the prospect of one of them taking interest in a human of all things. Clearly your bonding the day before hadn’t taken you that far.

“I don’t know, I’ve heard I can be quite charming.”

He ignored your statement completely, shifting closer to you as he spoke. “You should stay close to me until I can find out who left it and tell them off.” He was being strangely protective almost, the disgust you’d assumed would be there instead entirely absent.

“Why would you tell off my suitor? Surely I should do that myself. Besides, why do you even ca-”

Oh.

The reality of why someone courting you would make him protective set in and you looked up at him with wide eyes

You couldn’t help the shit-eating grin that plastered itself across your face. “Well, maybe I’ll accept it. I’ve got no future now, it couldn’t hurt to have a big, strong orc husband.”

He stood a little straighter as he understood the implication. “You seek protection?”

“Hm, I do, thank goodness I’ve finally found a suitable option, I was really starting to worry.”

Frustration flashed through his eyes as he realized what you were doing. “Fine, we should go find this suitor so we can tell him how graciously you’re accepting this courtship. I, for one, will be glad to be rid of you. Now you’ll be someone else’s problem.”

“We should. Unless there’s something you’d like to say?”

His nostrils flared as he glared down at you. “Nothing.”

“Are you sure? Nothing on your mind? Nothing like, I don’t know, having feelings for the, what is it you keep calling me? The weakling you kidnapped?”

He avoided meeting your eyes as he spoke. “Your force of will is admirable. The odds were against you but still you fought.”

You fought the urge to coo at him, at how flustered he looked and how it seemed like he was forcing out every word. You had no doubt he would rather have left you an animal carcass. You preferred it this way.

“I’m going to need you to be more direct than that.” Your voice was patient and kind and you could tell it was making things a hundred times worse for him.

“I had intentions to look into human courting, to find something familiar for you amidst so many new things you’ve been forced into. But given the situation, I suppose I can just tell you.”

“Tell me what?” you asked. You were going to make him say it, you didn’t care how long it took.

“About my intention to court you.”

You giggled at his pained face and he relaxed a little, looking down at you with fondness in his eyes. You wondered when that had begun. You wished you’d been paying attention enough to notice.

“What now?” he asked. “How do your human courtships go? I will do what I must.”

You thought about it, amusement flickering through you at the thought of Drakar trying to uphold the proper etiquette required while courting a princess. But the courting process was long and strained and if you were being honest, you preferred the brutal honesty you’d been given here at camp. “Frankly, I’ve had just about enough of how humans do it. What about you? We can skip the dead animal bit, but what comes next?”

He looked you up and down, some gears turning in his head that you were not privy to.

“I will have to be gentle,” he said, before hauling you over his shoulder and bringing you over to his bed of furs on the floor.

Your eyes widened as the implication set in. You’d been far from the perfect princess, having your fair share of trysts with guards and servants over the years, but this was a different beast.

And then he kissed you and you stopped thinking altogether.

It was desperate and urgent, his lips figuring out how to move against your smaller ones and you reached up, pulling his face closer as he set you below him on his makeshift bed.

He ground down on you, clothed hips moving to meet yours. Your disparate sizes meant to do so while kissing you he was contorted at a strange angle but he certainly wasn’t complaining.

He stopped kissing you, rushing to pull off his off pants, and his cock slapped against your stomach, thick and hard and hot and you wanted him inside you now.

But when it fell against you, it hit just above your belly button and you thought that perhaps your eyes were a bit bigger than your stomach.

He seemed to realize the impracticality of it at the same time you did, a hearty laugh escaping him. “Don't worry, princess, I'll get you nice and stretched out.”

You chuckled nervously. “I don’t know if stretching will be enough.”

He slid down, hitching your shirt up and pressing a gentle kiss on your stomach. “I won’t hurt you. If you’re not ready, that’s fine. There are other things we can do.”

He shifted both of you with ease, pulling you to sit on his chest as he laid back on his bed. You looked down at him, brows furrowed. “What about your traditional orc courtship.”

That pulled another laugh from him. “What part of this do you think has been traditional? The closest we got to traditional was when you bit me.”

You flushed red, recontextualizing the memory and wondering how many of the things you’d been doing to anger him had also been part of traditional orc courtship.

While you were busy blushing, he’d set to work on your pants, wrestling them off of you as he easily manhandled you. You barely helped, halfheartedly kicking them off. You remembered how much you hated being picked up by him when this had begun and how much that had changed. You were loathe to admit it but every time he lifted and moved you so easily, something stirred inside you.

As soon as he got your pants off you were pulled roughly forward, his hands wrapping around your thighs as he pulled you onto his mouth.

He ate you out with just as much urgency as he kissed you with, wasting no time before sliding his tongue through your folds.

His grip was unforgiving, pulling you down so all of your weight was on him.

His tusks dug into your inner thighs and he seemed to pull you impossibly closer as his tongue thrusted up inside of you.

Even his tongue was almost too thick, you walls stretching to accommodate it. You hands grasped at his hair, needing something to hold onto.

His mouth locked over your clit, sucking hard before moving back to thrust inside of you again, hands rising to play with your sensitive bud of nerves as he did.

As you began to fall apart above him, writhing against the onslaught of sensation, he only doubled his efforts.

You arched your back, your thighs clamping down on either side of his head, hips shifting with the waves of your orgasm that suddenly overcame you. He was content to let you ride it out, grip loosening to let you have your control as you moans filled the tent.

You came down slowly and it took a few moments to realize you were still sitting on his face.

You moved to sit beside him on the furs as soon as you did, your face warming.

You shifted your head to rest against him, staring down at his cock as you did. It was impossibly hard and practically pulsing with need, and you made a decision you hoped you wouldn’t regret.

“You know, it can’t hurt to try.”

He sat up immediately, eagerness evident in his face. “You’ll stop me if it’s too much.” It wasn’t a question but a statement.

You gave him a knowing look. “Of course I will.”

He shifted you, lifting you over him and you were happy to give over control. You trusted him.

It felt even bigger pressed up against your entrance than it had on your stomach and you took a deep breath. You waited but as nothing happened, you realized that Drakar was waiting for your signal.

No nodded and he began to lower you, incredibly slowly. As it pushed inside, you knew the girth was more than anything you’d taken before, but it was manageable. The stretch bordered on painful but it was slow and careful enough that you had time to adjust.

And then, as it went further and further, it became too much,

You winced long before he’d bottomed out, about half of it inside you. It was bordering on too painful and you pressed your hands against his chest, shaking your head. “No more,” you said quietly, already weak from your last orgasm.

He didn’t seem to mind, holding you steady as he pressed you close to him, muttering quiet praises to you.

You slowly adjusted, not ready to take more but more than happy with what was already inside of you.

You shifted your hips a little, pushing it against a perfect spot inside of you, letting out a quiet moan as you did.

He put a stop to it fairly quickly, holding you still. “I think I’ll just keep you there. You’re perfect, taking me so well.”

You writhed, trying to get the stimulation you were becoming desperate for but he held you steady easily.

So you tried a new tactic. “Want more,” you said, voice soft and sweet. If that didn’t work you’d try yelling at him, see how that fared.

“Careful, I promised I wouldn’t hurt you. You damn humans, so fragile.”

“I’m not fragile, you’re just too big.”

“Excuses, excuses.” Despite his words, he began to slowly move, shifting out of you before pushing in again, careful to not push past the point where you’d stopped him.

He moved you up and down like it was nothing, careful even as he began to speed up, hips shifting a little to meet you, chasing after your warm cunt as he pulled you back up.

His breathing grew shaky as he did and despite feeling overwhelmed with sensation, you fought to keep your eyes open, to watch him come undone.

As his grunts became more and more unruly, your walls clenched around him at the sight.

He immediately pulled you up, leaving just the head of his cock inside of you as he filled you with thick ropes of come.

His breathing was ragged and his grip on you tightened slightly, pulling you even closer to him.

He looked down at you, eyes softer than you’d ever seen them, before pulling you off of him and settling back with you resting on his chest.

You made an absolute mess of him as he did, with no chance of keeping the frankly absurd amount of come inside of you.

He didn’t seem to care at all.

“We’re making a mess,” you said, despite suspecting the objection would fall on uncaring ears.

“You said you wanted an orcish courting, the mess is traditional.”

You weren’t sure if you were cut out for a traditional orc courting, already squirming as your thighs were coated in his spend.

But his chest was warm and his breathing steady and you couldn’t help but settle into the comfort of it.

“I'm gonna fit all of it someday,” you said, meaning it fully.

He laughed. “Brave little thing, aren’t you? Dreaming big.”

You snorted.

“What happens now?” you asked as you snuggled further into him.

“You reject that fool's advances.”

You hummed happily. “I will. I guess I’m lucky I caught your eye, don’t know if I would've survived this if I hadn’t”

“I meant what I said. I wouldn’t have let them kill you. It wouldn't be right. And you would’ve managed even without me. You wouldn't be the first human to sneak away to our side.”

That surprised you. “I wouldn't?”

He chucked, hands running through your hair. “You wouldn't. We're a more accepting group, I've found. Although you are a weak little species, we don’t have much use for you. You’re lucky you're pretty or I don't know if we'd put up with you.”

You scrunched up your nose. “You didn’t decide to court me because you thought I was pretty though.”

“No,” he said, like you both already knew the answer. “I decided to court you because no matter how many times we stopped you, you never stopped trying to run, to fight.”

You sat up with a sudden urgency. “If I said I wanted to go home, to my father, would you let me?”

You watched the panic flash across his face and some selfish part of you hoped it was panic over losing you and not panic over the consequences that could come if you showed up alive after his order to kill you.

He sat with it for a while and you let him, in no rush to pull an answer from him.

Finally, he seemed to find whatever he'd been searching for. “I would.”

“Good,” you said, a smug feeling welling up in your chest, right beside the warmth that had begun to fill you at his answer. “Then I'll stay.”

He tried and failed to hide his smile. “Good. Does that mean you’re done running from me?”

You grinned, knowing full well it didn’t. What would be the fun in that? “We’ll see.”

“I’m sure,” he said as he shifted the two of you, wrapping you up in furs to protect your modesty before picking you up once more, with one arm under your knees and the other below your back, keeping you close to his chest. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up, princess.”

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Prompt #1011

"I sometimes miss that little girl you once were."

"I don't, she was a coward."

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Birthday Lunches at Feldcroft

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Summary: Not wishing to celebrate his birthday. Sebastians beloved girlfriend ignores his wishes, and hosts the best birthday lunch.

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When asking your beloved boyfriend what he would want to do for his birthday, he said “nothing, it is just like any other day.”

Silly Sebastian. Surely he realises by now that you would never accept such an answer. So if your beloved was not going to tell you what he wanted, then you’ll just have to take matters in your own hands and ensure he has the best birthday.

You spent the entire night preparing the available ingredients for a feast and baking the scrumptious cake. When all the food preparations were done you hid the meal and retreated outside to wax everyone’s brooms at Feldcroft.

It was early the morning of Sebastian’s birthday, and your beloved lays fast asleep in his feather plush bed. Gently lifting the covers you finally rest your head after being awake the whole night.

You spent a good few hours holding Sebastian in your arms sleeping the exhaustion away before the Sun rays ascended your shared room. You feel Sebastian begin to stir under the morning light and decided the best way to wake up on your birthday is the be assaulted with love rather than morning light.

Peppering kisses all over his face, Sebastian hum an internal laughter, he lays unmoving with a soft smile creasing his lips, accepting this form of being awakened.

“Good morning.” He hums again, eyes remaining closed. He rolls to his side, and curls into you, lapping up your affections. You raise your hand the base of his scalp and run your nails from his neck, through the roots of his hair and back. Sebastian releases a satisfied shiver and a pleased groan with every stroke your nails make. “Feels nice keep doing that.” You continue to run gentle scratches as the birthday boy had requested.

That’s how most of the morning was spent, holding each other, loving each other, kissing each other. Eventually you both finally relented to escaping the bed when Anne knocked on the door to inform of the morning tea being ready.

Quickly washing up you both retreated to the living room where you joined Anne and Ominis to enjoy the worlds best cup of tea in the worlds best company.

Ominis and Sebastian spent their day at the qudditch fields playing with the local men whilst Anne and yourself apperated into town to grab some last minute additions to the birthday lunch. The crisp baguettes were gifted along with other delicious preserved spreads to add to the table.

Arriving home, you both made quick work to set up the dining table as Ominis and Sebastian were just about to open the door.

“What’s all this for?” Sebastian asks staring at the table covered in various delicious dishes with streamers and other decorations adorn the ceiling.

“It’s your birthday lunch silly.” Sebastian continues to eye the table filled with cold cut meats, cheeses, breads, spreads, picked vege, eggs, and freshly tossed salads.

“All this for me?” He stands in shocked silence. Ominis grabs at his shoulder.

“Happy birthday, may there be many more celebrations ahead.” Moving to their seats, the lot dig into their meals, stuffing themselves silly into a food coma.

They all lounge about in their exhaustion, reading in silence. Enjoying the company of many whilst entertaining themselves.

This was pleasant.

This was heaven.

There was no hassle, or enforcement to fill the silence.

Everyone was content.

Sebastian strayed his eyes from his thrilling read to lay his gaze upon his beloved girlfriend.

He didn’t want to partake in a celebration. Yet she pushed for one and made it the best birthday ever.

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Betrothed to a Gaunt

Summary: The Wedding Night

Ominis Gaunt x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Sex, Minors DNI

A/n: this concludes the series but I’m not opposed to revisiting this series with other dramas.

“You’re telling me you don’t know what your own wife ‘looks’ like?” Though you’re confused, it also makes logical sense that Ominis has no idea what you may look like, he’s never touched your face or more of your body beyond your back.

“Sebastian had described your features to me, I know what you’re suppose to look like.“ Standing from the bed you reach your arms around to undo your wedding dress, pulling at the strings to unfasten your corset and slide off the silky slip underneath.

A warm colour adorns his face as he hears the sifting fabrics, feeling shyness creep over him as though he shouldn’t be here. Ominis begins to shift up the bed, resting his back against the headboard as you begin to kneel back into the mattress next to him. You take his hands guiding it to gently place on your face.

“Well go on then.” His hands remain where you had placed them, fingers touching feather like along your cheeks. You allowed him a moment to gather himself as you watch his face turn beetroot red. “Don’t be shy, I’m your wife… you were going to touch me sooner or later.” You tease poking his cheek. He stifles a laugh as he pushes your finger away.

“Okay, alright… feels strange to finally do this.” He says nervously. He grazes his fingers across your face, working up the courage to move beyond this point he finally drags his fingers past your jaw and begins to feel around your neck, his feather like touches bring goosebumps to your skin.

His index drags along your collar bone until he continues to glide his fingers down your arms and giving your hands a light squeeze. His hands round back to your collar bone dragging his fingers continuously along the bone.

“Why have you stopped?” You were enjoying this. It all felt so intimate watching him slowly see you for the first time. “I’m okay Ominis, really, I promise you.” He stays silent and unmoving, finally working up the courage he drags his fingers down your chest and flattening his palms to press into your fleshy figure. You suck in a deep breath at the sensation which causes Ominis to rip his hands away from your body.

“What? What happened? Did I hurt you?” Panic rising in the poor soul. Though he was so nervous, you couldn’t help but giggle at his endearing worry.

“No need to panic... It was rather pleasant feeling your hands on me.” You say grabbing his hands and pressing them back into your chest. “This feels… nice.”

“Does it feel nice…. When I do that?” He asks slowly palming at your chest once again.

“Very nice.” His hands grope at your chest. Courage filling him quickly now that he has over come the scariest part. He continues to slide his hands down your waist and past your hips, he rounds his hands to your back, and grab your behind in handfuls. Pulling at your back knee, he repositions you over his lap.

“I had not realised how soft you were.” He breathes into your ear. Arousal fills your lower stomach hearing his voice coated in fervour. “Can I?” He asks, too embarrassed to say anything more.

“Yes.” Sliding your delicate hands you drag your palm across the bulge growing beneath you.

A sigh passing his lips, sliding his fingers between your legs, he runs his slender fingers down the folds feeling your essence coat his fingers, his middle finger effortlessly slipping into you. You shudder against him, being touched and filled with such gentle vigour.

His finger continues to slide in and out of you a soft moan slips from your glossy lips. Pulling his fingers away, Ominis grabs you, pushing you slowly back into the cushy mattress.

He slowly sinks between your legs, pressing soft kisses into your thighs, he presses a final kiss onto your folds before sinking his mouth onto your clit, licking long seductive movements against your slick. Your hands shot down grabbing fist fulls of his hair, arching your back off of the soft sheets. His tongue searches tirelessly for that special spot that will unravel you. Sliding his fingers against your slit he sinks them back into you. The stimulation was pushing you feverishly over the edge.

Whilst you typically wouldn’t complain about this, you were adamant on coming undone on Ominis member.

“Ah feels g’d, please I need you.” Urging for him, he doesn’t hesitate to heed your call. Hovering above you, he lines himself up. Leaning down, he presses his chest against your own, enjoying the feeling of your fleshy mounds pressing against his own chest. Connecting your mouth to his own, he slides his tongue into your mouth as he begins sinking his hips slowly into your own.

Harmonised moans melting together as you swallow each others moans. His hand slides down to grip your hip in a loving hold as the other cradles the back of your neck. His mouth detaches from your own, sinking his head between the crook of your neck, nipping and sucking at the soft skin.

Everything felt so sensual. His hold, the way his body slides against your own, the way his hips slam against you. Rocking your hips up to meet him, he groans at the pleasure of it all. “Please don’t, I won’t last long if you do that.” He urges as you continued to rut your hips into his own, drawing out your high.

“Feels- too good.” You utter. You wanted this, wanted more, you wanted to feel this forever. The pleasure was so intoxicating. How could sex feel this loving? It was erotic at how passionate it was.

He sucks your neck as you both continue to rock into eachother, feeling his shaft slide along your fluttering gummy walls. Your head presses back as a loud moan is forced from your throat. “Oh -Ominis!”

Pleasure washing over you in waves, your slick gushing as your silky walls clench and spasm around Ominis. “Fuckkkkkk.” He groans as his hips snap haphazardly against you, seed spilling into you.

He collapses on top of you enjoying the feeling of you drawing him in. Lips connecting, a wet and satisfying kiss.

Pulling away Ominis rolls onto his back heaving heavy breathes to fill his lungs with the air you had stolen. You squirm into his side seeking continuous comfort from your lucid activity.

“I want to do that again.” You smile, giggle at his satisfied expression.

“Good thing we have a life time together.”

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Time Traveller

Summary: a short on how Y/n travels back in time and meets her younger husband.

Ominis Gaunt x reader

Ominis would typically wish that he was anywhere else but here.

Tonight, however, is different. Tonight the Gaunt family is joined at the diner table by a special guest, who just so happens to be a ‘distant’ relative from the future. When she first step through the manor, she had explained she is a Gaunt by marriage only to non-other than Ominis himself. He found it incredibly difficult to fathom such a concept.

Yet here we are.

Sitting next to her, he can smell a faint whiff of her intoxicating perfume. One cannot possibly smell this delightful.

She is obviously not capable of maintaining a refined composure as she continues to fidget in her seat as she fiddles with the objects around her. She often starts rattling off random pieces of small talk to fill the awkward silence which she is clearly not use to.

Ominis can sense his mothers growing irritations with the woman’s insistent restlessness. Afraid of the poor woman was about to suffer his mothers wrath. He reaches his hand out, placing a firm palm on her arm. He was about to gently tell her to ease up. Only she quickly shuts her mouth after muttering her apologies.

This takes Ominis aback. How had she known what he was about to say?

Regardless, Ominis mother makes an excuse and departs the dining table that evening along with his father.

Bored Marvolo bids a good evening, retiring to his room leaving Ominis and Y/n alone at the dinner table together.

“I’m sorry- I’m just not use to this level of quite.” She says leaning towards the milky eyed boy. A small smile crosses his face. “You know how it is… we’ll actually I suppose you don’t yet.” She heaves a heavy as leans in bonking her head into his shoulder. “Dear Merlin- I miss you so much. It’s odd isn’t it? Missing you and yet you’re next to me.”

“I suppose we have a loving marriage then?” He asks with amusement.

“Oh wow… if you knew what you’re like in future… you’d understand why that question is so funny.” A small laugh escapes him, finding great difficulty in imagining himself in a love sick state.

Ominis sits back in his seat, unable to comprehend a happy life. For such a long time, Ominis had come to terms with the cards life had dealt him. He was incredibly glad to hear that life does get better. “Please… I know you cannot overshare but please, tell me if I am happy… truely happy?”

The woman snakes her comforting arms around his shoulders and brings him into a tender hold against her chest. He was about to protest at her intrusive hold until he was cut off as she hushes his thoughts and pats loving strokes down his head. “This is how I hold our children when they’re upset or sick. Sometimes this is how I hold you at night when you had a bad day at work.” A blush of embarrassment crossed his cheeks. Surely, he doesn’t have his wife hold him in such a childish manner. Turning her head she places a chaste kiss on his temple the way mothers do when leaving their children on platform 9 3/4.

She’s so loving, so maternal, so safe. Ominis feels utterly safe in her arms. Merlin- he never wants her to let go of him, but she does release him from her grasp.

Her touch recedes leaving him desperate for her hold once again.

“Ominis my love?” She calls for his attention cupping his jaw. “I am filled with such sorrow, seeing how your life was. Just remember it won’t be long.” She stands pulling away from Ominis. His skin feels cold at her absence.

A colourful swirl opens up in the living room, a portal opens calling for the woman to return. “Wait! Tell me how I win your heart.” Ominis asked with slight desperation filling his voice.

A soft giggles escapes her lips. “The very first moment I beheld you, my heart was irrevocably gone.”

She steps through the swirl and was surrounded by darkness, she continues her journey in the aimless direction until a hazy imagine appears becoming more discernible with each step.

A man stands before her, his arms held open, patiently waiting for her to return into his embrace. Ramming into the man, she holds him in great desperation. “Offt!” He grunts at the force of her embrace. “You were only gone a day my love.” Ominis coos running his fingers through her rich hair.

J“A day too long.” She whispers as she buries her face into his shirt.

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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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This is the best husband sallows smut

Inherent Desires - Sebastian Sallow x Female! Reader

Summary: After a draining week away from home with his fellow Aurors, the last thing Sebastian wants to do is sit through a damn dinner party with all of them in London. Lucky for him, your presence at the event gives him the perfect opportunity to do more entertaining things, like work you into a frenzy at the table.

Alternatively summarized as Sebastian wanting to go home and roll around in the sheets with you, but since he can't he settles for fucking you downstairs in his boss's house

Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, explicit sexual content, mild voyeurism

I wrote this under the influence of Covid so don't look at it too closely. Full fic can be found here on Ao3!

Sebastian wanted to go the fuck home.

He hadn’t even wanted to attend his boss’s stupid dinner party. Hauling ass all the way to London didn’t sound remotely appealing to him, especially when he’d only just arrived home from Poland the night before. It was well after midnight when he’d apparated into the living room of your shared home, exhausted and craving your familiar embrace like a man denied water. You’d been asleep though, and before he had the chance to reacquaint himself with your body earlier that morning, he’d received the summons for a celebratory feast in his squad’s honor.

Why they needed to further celebrate taking down a dragon fighting ring, he didn’t know. His work was cut out for him despite the completed assignment; it just meant more paperwork, more meetings, and evidently more formalities that he didn’t care to entertain. You had convinced him to attend– if only because the whole soiree was in his honor. Sebastian’s absence would have been apparent and awkward to address later down the line.

You’d told him he could grouse all he wanted, and Merlin— was he succeeding. His arms were crossed loosely across his chest while he sat back in his seat, eagerly awaiting the end of the night with his lips pursed and his brows furrowed. Sebastian’s expression might have come across as focused and domineering to everyone else, but to you it just looked downright irate. His boss had to be getting to him after weeks of working together so closely.

How did the saying go again? Familiarity breeds contempt, or something like that. It seemed to fit the situation to a ‘T’.

No rational thinking could change the fact that Sebastian didn’t want to be here. Especially with you seated beside him looking ten different kinds of seductive.

You were positively ravishing. Donned in the silky, forest green dress that Sebastian had gifted you this morning, the material clung to your feminine frame like a glove and left little to the imagination. He wanted nothing more than to run his hands all over you– to finally satiate the undeniable urge to sheathe himself in your tight core once again. The most he’d been able to do was help you get dressed earlier, and the seductive drag of his fingers up your spine as he zipped you up had been enough to make his intentions clear to you.

There was a time and a place, however, and you’d told him as much with a sultry look before heading outside to the carriage. Since then, he was having a hard time focusing on anything else.

From his seat next to you, he could feel the heat radiating off of your body, and the low hum of your ancient magic charged the air and made his hair stand on end. Sebastian had to dig his nails into the upholstery of his seat to refrain from touching you openly. The smell of your perfume was like an aphrodisiac after seven long, grating days spent away from it. Nevermind the flush on your cheeks from all the wine you’d consumed; it made you look all the more alluring, and the half-chub he’d been sporting was quickly becoming something bigger and more bothersome.

Sebastian considered his next move carefully, glancing around the comically large dinner table fit for a villain before he turned his attention back to you. Your arm was outstretched to accept another generous serving of red wine, your lips curling into a practiced smile as you murmured a low, “Thank you.”

Marlowe Selwyn, the host of the evening, chose that moment to charm away everyone’s dirty plates and replace the picked apart main course with an extravagant looking cake in the center of the table. Your eyes were wider than saucers as you took in the impressive sight, and Sebastian smiled despite his sour mood. Sometimes suffering through these things was worth it to see you so easily pleased. He knew you had a wicked sweet tooth.

He did too, if he was being honest, but the sudden realization that he would rather have you for dessert hit him like a steaming train, and his cock twitched in his trousers enthusiastically.

“Once again, a grand toast to Sallow’s squad for a job well done in Poland,” Marlowe announced, his bald head glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. The wine had to be warming him up thoroughly. “I’ve always had high expectations for you all and you never fail to impress. Here’s to many more successes in the near future, cheers.”

You lifted your glass in solidarity, watching as all the Auror’s around the table did the same as they hooted and hollered their agreements, when you suddenly felt a broad hand plant itself on your thigh.

When you glanced up, Sebastian was staring at you with a blank expression, but there was no way you missed the mischievous glint in his eyes. You shot him a sideways look of your own, biting your tongue to stifle a quip, but the brunet only huffed out an airy laugh under his breath. You brought your wine glass back to your lips to take a generous sip and school the building tension in your shoulders. It was pointless, however, seeing as Sebastian started to drag his fingers up your leg to gather the material of your dress into a balled heap.

You knew exactly what he was trying to do, and the thought made you flush deeper and shudder nervously. While your lower half was concealed by the table, there would be no hiding your reactions to Sebastian’s touch if he continued. Once he’d haphazardly pushed the majority of your dress up your legs to expose his target, you visibly tensed and dropped one of your own hands to grip his, anxiously looking around the room at the slew of tipsy Ministry officials who were none the wiser to Sebastian’s horny antics at the far end of the table.

Sebastian licked his lips in a bid to hide his cheshire-like smile while he watched you, noting your sharp intake of breath when he cautiously ventured closer to your nether region. Your back seemed to go rigid at the sudden attention, and he felt your nails dig into the skin at his wrist when he finally pressed his middle finger against your thin undergarments, sparing a quick glance down the row of seats to ensure he hadn’t been discovered. Marlowe was still talking, and his co-workers were preoccupied with watching him cut the massive cake, which meant he was in the clear for the time being.

Your wine glass shook in your hand when Sebastian trailed his finger down to seek out the tiny bundle of nerves at your center, causing you to whip your head to the side to stare at him unblinkingly. Your voice was low when you hissed out, “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” He shot back easily with a knowing smirk.

“It looks like you’re being incredibly careless. Knock it off, this isn’t the time–” you were cut off by your own gasp when he finally planted the tip of his finger against your aching core, rubbing firm, teasing circles around your clit through the cotton of your panties. You felt your face heat up as you shifted your hips back in an attempt to pull away from the abrupt pleasure, but Sebastian followed you easily. There was virtually nowhere for you to go to escape his brazen ministrations.

“What about you, Mrs. Sallow?” You heard Marlowe ask from the other side of the table, and you jumped slightly in your seat from having been quickly roped back into the moment at hand. “Have you given any further thought to my offer?”

Sebastian stilled his movements– just barely– so that he could glare fixedly at his boss. You had no idea what the man was even referring to, but clearly your husband did. Swallowing thickly, you released Sebastian’s wrist to gingerly set your wine glass down on the table, then tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Sorry… what offer?”

“Don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten! I’m referring to the Auror position– for you to join our ranks in the Ministry. Your abilities are squandered, my dear. Think of all the good work we could accomplish with the help of your ancient magic.”

Oh, right. That offer.

It wasn’t the first time Marlowe had pitched the Auror title to you, and something told you it certainly wouldn’t be the last. Your answer had never changed though; becoming an Auror was something you had decided against a long time ago, preferring to maintain your freedom to travel where you wanted, when you wanted. Besides, your exploration of ancient magic sites was far from complete, and with so much left to discover and unearth, you found yourself shaking your head through the lustful fog that clouded your mind.

It was far too difficult to keep your voice steady when Sebastian started pressing down on your clit again. Your voice was tight as you squeezed your knees together under the table, but he didn’t let that stop him. “I apologize, Mr. Selwyn, but I’m afraid my answer is still the same.”

Marlowe’s beady eyes narrowed scrupulously, and his lips pursed with obvious disappointment, but he gave you a firm nod all the same. “I see. Well… should you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

You were certain he didn’t mean for the statement to come out so suggestive, but you simply gave him a curt nod before turning your attention to your lap. The veins in Sebastian’s hands were swollen and apparent, his irritation with his boss palpable, but he rewarded your indifferent reply with a quick swipe up your dampening folds, and you had to bite your lip to refrain from moaning in earnest. This was a game you were quickly losing, and the growing fire in your gut was as intoxicating as it was sobering.

You were petrified of being discovered.

“Are you alright, dear? You look rather ill,” another one of Sebastian’s squad members asked you from across the table. You were positive you’d met the man before, but his name escaped your memory completely. In fact, your mind was utterly blank of any prudent information– save for the acute placement of Sebastian’s long, cunning fingers.

Dozens of heads swiveled in your direction to scrutinize your seemingly ‘ill’ appearance, and you hastily shoved Sebastian’s hand away from between your legs and tugged your dress down. “Yes, I’m fine. I suppose the wine is starting to get to me– please excuse me for a moment.”

You didn’t wait to gauge your husband��s reaction. Instead you swiftly stood from your seat, offering a polite smile to Marlowe and the rest of the attendees before you strode out of the dining room to head for the downstairs restroom. The sound of your heels clicking against the marble stairs filled the foyer– betraying your hurried pace and giving away just how desperate you were for a modicum of privacy. You shouldered the door open and closed it quickly, latching the lock into place before you turned to stare at your reflection.

Shit.

As if wine could make you look so frazzled. You were scarlett from head to toe, and your dress was mildly wrinkled in the areas Sebastian had bunched up and shoved out of the way to play with you. A nagging voice in the back of your mind threatened to brutalize him for nearly humiliating you in front of all his co-workers, but a louder, much needier voice was suddenly demanding that you leave with him to go home and make him finish what he’d started.

Up until now, you’d been fairly surprised with Sebastian’s restraint. You knew he was as eager as you were to fool around after such an abrupt and grating business trip, but he’d seemingly been on his best behavior all evening. You should have known his patience would run out before you even left London. He was way too predictable.

The distinct sound of a lock being charmed open reached your ears, and you stepped further into the dimly lit bathroom to prematurely glare at who you already knew had come searching for you. Sebastian poked his head through the entryway first, grinning diabolically when he caught sight of your unkempt appearance before stepping through the threshold and shutting the door– all without taking his dark eyes off of you.

“You have some gall, you know that?” You immediately started in on him, jabbing an accusatory finger in his direction while you raked your other hand through your hair. “Have you gone completely mad? Are you trying to embarrass us both?”

Sebastian adjusted the flared collar of his Auror coat with a smug expression on his face, shrugging nonchalantly as he leaned against the closed door. “I don’t think you realize how good you look tonight.”

“That’s hardly an excuse–”

“Yes it is. You’re distracting me. As soon as I got home last night, all I wanted was to be inside of you– frankly it’s unacceptable that I haven’t been yet. Then you go and wear something like this and expect me to eat Selwyn’s shitty dessert? I’d much rather have you.”

“I– but– you gave me this dress,” you stammered out indignantly, which only served to make Sebastian chuckle.

“I did, and you look radiant, make no mistake. I suppose it’s my own fault for insisting you wear it tonight.” He stepped away from the door, the predatory glint in his eyes deepening as he moved to plant himself directly behind you facing the mirror. “I thought I’d be able to hold off until later, but I don’t see that happening anymore.”

You watched through the reflection as Sebastion wound his strong arms around your midsection, tugging you flush against his chest so he could run his hands up your front. The closer he got to your breasts, the shallower your breathing became, and you reached behind yourself to place your palms against the brunet’s toned legs in an attempt to ground yourself. “S-Sebastian, not here. Merlin– what if Marlowe comes looking and walks in?”

He lowered his head to nuzzle his lips against your thunderous pulse, pressing wet, chaste kisses along the slender column of your neck. Once he found one of your pert nipples through the silky material draped over you and pinched lightly, your restraint started to slip away.

Then again, had it really been there in the first place? Your resolve where Sebastian was concerned was always about as strong as wet tissue paper. He knew exactly what buttons to press to get what he wanted from you, and you rarely had any complaints to voice after the fact– save for when he was acting like a complete prat in the process.

“If he does, then he’ll be the luckiest bastard alive for all of two seconds before I kill him.”

“Sebastian!”

“I’m joking, darling. I do hate the way Selwyn speaks to you, though. He’s too familiar with you for my liking.” He looked up at your flustered self staring wide-eyed at him in the mirror, dropping one of his hands to the space between your legs while the other trailed higher to curl around your throat, and your stomach flipped over on itself from the possessive hold he had on you. Sebastian’s hand tightened a fraction to press your head against his shoulder, leaving you arched deliciously across the front of his torso– and he swore up and down he wouldn’t be able to hold back, even if he wanted to. “Let me fuck you here. I’ll be so good to you, I promise. To hell with the party, we can leave right after.”

Your pulse fluttered beneath Sebastian’s broad hand as you sucked in a shaky breath, watching with rapt interest as his wandering fingers began tugging up the green fabric of your dress once again. The urge to stop him was nowhere to be found despite the circumstances, and you squeezed your eyes shut as you willed your brain to function rationally. “By that logic we could just leave now and spare ourselves the embarrassment of being caught. The carriage is literally waiting outside.”

Sebastian tugged your head back a smidge further to give himself easier access to lave his hot tongue along the shell of your ear, drawing a shiver from you that he felt reverberate through your prone form. “That line of thinking is flawed– I would still have to wait in that case, and if I have to wait any longer I’ll lose my fucking mind.”

Shifting your feet to better support yourself, the tiny movement allowed your backside to rub perfectly against Sebastian’s painfully hard cock. You hadn’t doubted him in the slightest when he said he was impatient, but feeling his arousal pressed against your ass made his predicament all the more apparent, and you couldn’t help the slight smile that broke out across your face when his strained breathing fanned across your temple.

“Gods, do you want me to beg? Because I will, I’ll get on my knees for you here and now. Please darling– please let me– I need you so badly, you have no clue.”

The entire time he was talking, his hips were rocking against you– shamelessly deriving his own pleasure from the friction the movement provided. The entire display really had no business being so attractive, especially considering you were literally locked in Marlowe Selwyn’s downstairs bathroom. Much as you’d expected, however, Sebastian was working you into a tizzy with sorely little effort, and you were as keen to feel him as he was to feel you.

Sebastian hoisted your dress up your legs slowly, taking his time and observing your every reaction in the mirror with an intensity that made your head spin. “You’re certifiably insane, but fine,” you relented, dragging one of your hands in front of you to gingerly grasp Sebastian’s forearm. “We have to be quick though, I really don’t want anyone to come looking.”

With your dress hiked up mostly out of the way, Sebastian had enough leeway to run his palms up your bare stomach, gently scratching his nails along the soft, smooth skin as he went. “The absolute last thing I want to do is rush through this… you know I like to take my time.”

“Then save the rest of your horny fantasies for after we get home. Unless you secretly want someone to walk in on us. Are you that eager for your boss to see your cock?”

You felt Sebastian’s deft hand scale down towards your aching center once more– only this time he slipped the appendage under the thin cotton of your underwear, and his fingers were instantly met with your pooling slick. He practically guffawed at your taunt and flashed you a cunning smirk through the mirror, “Now who’s certifiably insane?”

“Still you. This was your idea, remember?”

He chuckled darkly against your ear as he finally slid one of his slender digits through your sopping wet folds, and the shaky breath you let out was like music to his ears. Your lips parted around a moan as he began working you open on his finger, your grip on his arm tightening just barely to keep yourself upright as you practically melted against his chest. Sebastian set an even rhythm, focusing intently on getting as deep within you as he could given the precarious angle, but he was utterly adoring watching you fall apart in the reflection of the mirror. There was no chance he would risk moving you around and lose his opportunity to witness your pleasure so closely.

Trailing hot kisses down your neck and across your exposed shoulder, Sebastian curled his finger inside your pulsing heat, pressing and twisting expertly inside of your familiar core to prepare you for what you both desperately wanted. Your airy whimpers bounced off the marble walls of the bathroom, imbuing Sebastian with a vigor that had his cock twitching avidly against your ass.

“I’ll make you feel so good, darling,” Sebastian murmured directly in your ear, subtly withdrawing his finger before plunging back in with a second. A keening whine slipped from your throat as you wriggled your hips back onto his fingers, the wet sounds reaching your ears and making you flush impossibly further. “I’ve wanted this since I left last week– you’re so fucking perfect, Merlin, the things you do to me…”

Sebastian’s praises had you sighing loudly, your resolve a thing of the past as you took in the sinful scene playing out in the mirror. His strong arm draped across your front to hold your throat effectively caged you to him, and his imposing stature behind you dwarfed you in comparison. At this point in your adult lives, he towered over you, and some inherent, primal part of you loved that fact.

Everything transpiring was almost enough to lull the two of you into a slower, more sensual pace, until the distinct sound of heavy footsteps from down the hall had you both tensing in place. You let go of Sebastian’s arm to cover your mouth, not trusting yourself to remain quiet without some help– especially because your husband didn’t stop finger fucking you. The conniving bastard flashed you a grin that said it all; he didn’t give a single shit if anyone heard you.

Maybe he really was an exhibitionist.

The footsteps got closer, closer, until they bypassed the bathroom entirely and continued further down the hall to enter a different room. You exhaled a breath that you didn’t know you’d been holding and let your hand slide away from your mouth, fixing Sebastian with a sharp look despite your disheveled appearance.

“Please Sebastian, hurry up,” you managed to squeak out through your tight throat. The pressure building in your gut was borderline torturous, and a wanton moan tumbled from your wine stained lips when he scissored his fingers right before he curled them again, fuck–

“Are you that worried about being caught?” He mused, his mouth watering hungrily when you turned your head to bury your face in the crook of his neck.

“Yes,” you whispered against his heated skin. “J-Just– come on–”

Sebastian raised his shoulder to jostle you out of your hiding spot, swiftly capturing your lips in a desperate kiss that made your knees tremble and left your mind blank. His tongue delved deep in your mouth, tangling with your own as he swallowed every tiny mewl his fingers pulled from you. As much as he loved the prospect of teasing you, he was impatient too. Not as a result of being discovered— but because it had already been an entire week since he’d been inside of you— and the phantom feeling had haunted his every waking moment in Poland.

Licking his lips, his dark eyes hot with pure lust, Sebastian pulled his fingers from your throbbing cunt and carefully walked you forward so your hip bones were pressed against the bathroom counter. You felt his hands trail up your waist to tug down your undergarments, letting them fall around your ankles haphazardly. It seemed to pain him to step away, but he did it anyway to undo his belt and release his cock from the confines of his trousers and briefs altogether. It sprung free and he moved directly behind you once more, the lush feeling of his girthy member settling between your cheeks enough to make you twitch your hips back in a silent invitation.

Sebastian’s broad hands found your hips again, hastily moving your dress out of the way so he could grip you with a strength that had your mouth drying out instantly. “Do you think you can keep quiet or should I cast a silencing charm just in case?”

“Just shut up and fuck me already,” you growled over your shoulder at him. His throaty laugh was his only reply before you felt his weight settle over your back, his lips pressing soothingly against your shoulder as he slowly and carefully spread you open with his thick cock.

“F-Fuck, darling– you’re so warm–” he grit through his clenched teeth, barely restraining himself as he bottomed out and slid his sweaty palms up your body to feel along the sensual curve of your waist. Having the good grace to give you a second to adjust, Sebastian’s labored breathing filled the room, and your head fell forward between your shoulders at the overwhelming fullness you felt. “Is it okay?”

“Gods, yes–” you gasped out as he ground into you slightly. “Were you always this big?”

That was all he needed to hear for his patience to evaporate into thin air.

Sebastian’s hold on you tightened as he abruptly set to filling you in short, quick thrusts, using your hips as leverage to pull you back onto his cock. His eyes damn near crossed at the feeling— instilling you with the willpower to meet him halfway— and you started rocking back into him with stuttering, panting breaths as your eyes fluttered shut. For a few heated moments, all that could be heard were both of your throaty moans echoing off the bathroom walls, coupled with your needy pleas for “More, Sebastian, more,” which in turn had your lover growling as he started fucking you harder and deeper.

The sound of skin slapping against skin was fucking intoxicating. You threw your head back with your eyes clenched shut, biting your lip to stifle a groan, and Sebastian took full advantage of your closer proximity to grab a fistful of your hair and yank you back towards him. His other hand stayed planted firmly on your hip, holding you steady as he railed into you in search of that magic spot that he knew would reduce you to a boneless heap. All you could do was grip the rim of the sink and pray to whatever higher power existed that you would make it through the night without being branded a harlot by your husband’s co-workers.

Leaning down to bite at the side of your neck, you heard and felt Sebastian’s raspy command against your sweat-slick skin, “Open your eyes and watch me fuck you– watch how good you look taking my cock– come on sweetheart, open those pretty eyes for me, please?”

How the hell were you supposed to say no to that?

You cracked open your bleary eyes to find Sebastian’s carnal expression fixed solely on you over your shoulder. The red flush that covered you from head to toe was offset by the dark green coloring of your dress, and your hair was beyond messy gathered in Sebastian’s unrelenting vice grip. In turn, he looked positively animalistic; still decked out in his Auror uniform, his appearance was incredibly striking, and the fire that burned behind his eyes was as commanding as it was reverent. He broke eye contact briefly to look down between you both– enamored with the way you seemed to suck his cock in deeper with every hurried thrust– and when he glanced back at your half-hooded eyes taking in the sight of him, he felt a pang of arousal shoot straight to his core.

“Merlin, you’re gorgeous. You look so pretty with my cock in you, darling,” Sebastian all but purred at your reflection, and the broken moan his comment elicited from you left him grinning like a madman. Your thighs shook with the intensity of your mounting pleasure, and he made a show of releasing your hip to drag his hand sensually down the front of your dress again. “You love it, don’t you? Being filled up by me with dozens of people around? You’re doing so good, I missed this– I missed you.”

The pointed thrust Sebastian bestowed on you did you both a slew of favors. Your eyes went wide and rolled closed as the head of his cock brushed past that hypersensitive spot deep within you, and your mouth fell open as a loud, unconcealed cry snaked its way up your throat. Slapping your hand over your mouth, you heard as Sebastian moaned at the way you squeezed around him, ramming his hips against you faster in a bid to fuck your orgasm out of you in rough, claiming thrusts.

Sebastian’s name fell from your lips again, muffled by your hand, and your legs quaked under you as you were rendered limp against the countertop. Your nails dug into the sides of your cheeks as you frantically looked towards the door– the knowledge that any one of the people here could walk in and find you setting your teeth on edge in ways you’d never anticipated. A deep rooted groan slipped through your fingers as you chanced a look over your shoulder at your husband with desperate eyes.

At this point, Sebastian knew your tells almost better than he knew his own. He released your hair from his fist to plaster himself to you, pounding his cock into your wet heat as he whispered, “Are you close, darling? Want to come?”

Nodding brainlessly, you gasped into your hand before you ripped it away from your face and slapped it against the counter, your nails scrambling to find purchase atop the smooth surface. You were getting close– so close– but you didn’t trust yourself not to wail out for more, so you just trembled beneath Sebastian and hoped that he could feel your looming finish.

His strong fingers flexed and dug into your hip as his other hand crept lower under your bent torso, seeking out your soaked clit expertly, and as soon as he found it, there was little time for you to brace yourself for the tight circles he brutally bestowed upon you.

“F-Fuck, fuck,” you cried out, eternally grateful to be half-laying on the countertop, because there was no fucking way your legs could support you through the blissful haze that clouded your mind. “Sebastian, please–”

It was too much. Your breath caught in your throat as you shivered, whining against the cool marble finish beneath you as Sebastian rammed into you, timing his thrusts with his fingers at your throbbing center. The filthy, wet sounds emanating from between the two of you made his head go completely empty, and he sank his teeth into your shoulder to stifle his own lustful groans as his hand between your legs picked up its pace.

“Come for me, love– come on my cock, please, I need you to,” Sebastian fucking whimpered against the spit-slick imprint of his teeth, and the tenor to his voice told you he was right there on the cusp with you.

The pressure from his fingers and his rough pace was more than enough to send you spiraling, and when you finally came, it took everything in you not to scream Sebastian’s name at the top of your lungs. You rode out the pulses of ecstasy with your tongue clamped between your teeth to fight the noises that threatened to give you both away, but the brunet had no such qualms and pumped into your tightening walls once, twice, then came with a guttural moan that echoed off the walls of the bathroom.

Sebastian muttered your name softly as he sucked in shaky breaths after a moment, rocking his hips into you until he’d emptied himself completely and you were nothing more than a frail, twitching heap under him. Your overstimulated walls seemingly clamped around him even more when he leaned forward to pepper featherlight kisses against your temple, wringing mind-bending waves of pure rapture from him until it started to hurt from how sensitive he was.

Sliding out of you with a contented sigh, Sebastian dotingly ran his hands down your sides to stir you from your post-coital stupor. You lifted your head to blearily stare at him through the mirror, doing your best to commit his fucked-out appearance to memory– and ironically, he seemed to be doing the same.

“What do you think?” He asked you after a few heated seconds. “Do you think anyone heard?”

He may as well have doused you with a bucket of ice water. You didn’t even want to consider the possibility.

Miraculously, you found the strength to push yourself off the counter with quivering arms, grateful that Sebastian was there to steady you on your near boneless legs. “I’d rather not stay and find out, to be honest,” you murmured under your breath, and he chuckled as he brought his hands up to rake through his curly, mused hair.

“Fine by me,” he acquiesced quickly. “What do you say we bail and continue this at home? Preferably horizontally.”

This man and his one-track mind… you had to fight your smile with everything in you. “Don’t you think you should say something to Marlowe first?”

Sebastian scoffed as he stuffed his softening cock back in his trousers, then bent down to gently tug your underwear up your shaky legs. “Say what? ‘Thanks for holding us hostage for another day after practically living together for a week’ or ‘Sorry for fucking my wife in your downstairs bathroom, have a great night’? Doesn’t sound very appealing to me.”

“Fair enough… Irish goodbye then?”

Sebastian’s grin split his face as he cocked his head to the side, affectionately working to fix up your hair. He let his fingers trail smoothly along your jaw until they were under your chin, tilting your head up towards him so he could kiss you with zeal that left you excited to return home. The way his lips molded to yours was tantamount to perfection, and you knew then and there that you would agree to anything he asked of you. You’d missed him far too much to deny him a damn thing.

“Irish goodbye,” he agreed coyly.

You let Sebastian clean you up a bit more before he led you out of the bathroom and through the foyer, ignoring the direction of the dining room entirely in favor of the front door. Quieter than mice, the two of you escaped into the chilly night, laughing at the sheer absurdity of your antics the entire ride home. Sebastian’s wandering hands distracted you brilliantly for the bulk of the journey, and by the time you made it home, your earlier concerns had dissipated fully from your mind.

You never did find out if Mr. Selwyn or his party-goers were privy to your escapades after that, and quite truthfully, you didn’t think you ever wanted to find out.

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Help a Homie Out ...Please

Summary: Sebastian and Y/n are trying to hook-up.

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Warning: Smut, Minors DNI, aged up of course. Edging, interruptions. Sex. A/n: This is the first smut I've ever posted. I hope it's decent. :D

"Say's the one getting hard." You whisper playfully back. Sebastian bites his lip as he presses his hips into you.

"Is that a problem Y/n?" He asks playfully. Your cheeks heat up as Sebastian waits patiently for your reply.

"Not a problem at all." You reply with a peck to his lips.

"Well it's certainly a problem for me." Professor. Weasley announces. "It would be most appropriate if you both part ways. Right. Now."

You both push off each other, you avoid eye contact whilst Sebastian looks down at his feet in embarrassment.

“You two ought to be more cautious of your predicament… coming from pure-blood lines and all, if word were to get out about your scandal, you would both be wedded by the morning. Heed my words.” Professor Weasley urges staring you both down over the rim of her glasses. You both nod muttering your apologies as Professor Weasley makes her way to the Slytherin common room to drag her Gryffindor students back to their dorm.

“Suppose that’s the end of our little escapades.” Sebastian swayed shyly. You elicit a soft giggle.

“You suppose wrong. Till next time my sweet Sallow.” A long wanting kiss, pressed against his lips before moving to his neck. You pull away suddenly hearing Professor Weasleys voice draw back into the hall. You depart with a small wave.

—————

It’s the morning after and his arm ached after vigorous use. As expected his hand couldn’t do the job of satisfying his need for you. The divination lecture dragged on, half the students were already staring off into space day dreaming. Neighbouring his table, you lean over grabbing his hand and pressing your palms together you began whispering to each other.

“You hands are so much bigger than mine, see how wide they are compared to mine.” You say playfully while Sebastian feigned offence.

“Are you saying my fingers are fat?” You lean in directly into his ear, ensuring no one but Sebastian can hear your words.

“I’m saying they appear to be more satisfying than my own, mind if I borrow your hand today…” His knee shot up banging against the table, he causes the crystal ball the roll off and smashed a couple of tea cups in the process.

“Detention Mr.Sallow. Please, see me after class.” Mudiwa calls out.

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Wednesday rolls around, you and Sebastian still yet to connect due to a series of interruptions. Passing a broom closet, the door swings open as a hand grabs your arm violently ripping you into the small space. A hand wraps around your throat slamming you into the wall, lips crashing onto your own. It’s too dark to see who it is however, his cologne and the familiar feeling of his arms are enough to know it’s Sebastian himself.

Melting into him, he grinds his hips into your own, you lift your leg to bring him closer the area that needs friction the most. He growls at your eagerness to allow him access. He begins to slide your skirt up high enough for him to shoved his hand right between your legs.

“Still want my fingers?” He asked teasingly, rubbing his palm against your box. You whimper at his unapologetic touch.

“Yes.” You beg, grinding into his hand. He pulls your panties to the side. Sliding his fingers along your slit he draws his fingers back rubbing circles on your clit.

“So wet.” He presses kisses down your jaw as he settles at your neck.

“You make me wet.” Sebastian grinds his bulge against your leg and releases a groan. He plunges his fingers into your hole. You moan rolling your eyes back enjoying the pace of his fingers sliding in and out of your pussy. You start to fiddle with the button on his trousers.

“I want you to cum on my fingers first.” He urges shoving his digits in desperate search of that special spot. A high pitch whimper escapes your throat, Sebastian gropes your chest with his free hand as he speeds up his movement.

“Not yet.” You beg but he ignores your pleas wanting his fingers to bare your sweet release. Your stomach knots coil tightly, your juices flowing into his palm.

Sebastian gently pulls his fingers out despite your protests.

Heavy foot steps echo closer to the door. Sebastian rips away from you shoving his hand down his trousers to readjust his leaky tip, while you slide your panties back into place flipping your skirt back down.

The door flies open. Mr. Moon jumps in surprise seeing two students standing in the closet.

“What’re you lot doing in here?” He questions suspiciously. Sebastian shoves his hand into his pocket, still sticky from your endeavours.

“A student shoved us in here without our wands, we weren’t able to leave unless someone opens the door for us.” Sebastian lied.

“Blimey, who’d do that?” Mr.Moon asks in concern a hiccup soon following.

“Garreth Weasley sir.” You elbow Sebastian for casting blame on your beloved friend.

“Alright alright, you can leave now.” Mr. Moon waves you both off, more interested in completing his task. You both walk awkwardly away from the closet walking aimlessly through the hall.

“Merlin that was close!” He sighs only for you to whine.

“Yes I was.” You mumbled, as headmaster Black calls for you.

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There’s something about bathing in the prefects tub on a Thursday afternoon that makes Sebastian sigh happily.

Perhaps it was the gentle glow of sun filtering through the glass, or even the bubbles that float along the surface, or the heavenly lit candles that fills the room with a pleasant aroma.

Or it could be the fact that the most beautiful girl in Hogwarts is currently submerged under the surface sucking his cock.

He rolls his head back groaning at the sensation of your hollowed out cheeks sliding against his shaft. His hands dip into the water grabbing a handful of your hair. Your hands slide along his thighs toward his sack, you gently fondle them in your hands as you slug your tongue along the under side of his shaft. You swallow salty pre-cum as your throat envelopes him wholly, nose pressing against his crotch, he groans at your heavenly performance. He pulls your head away from his throbbing cock pulling you to the surface.

“Fucking hell, I almost came- you naughty girl.” He chides playfully. “You deserve a reward.”

Pulling you up by your ass, he floats you to the surface using his knees to support your floating form. He dives his face between your legs placing open mouthed kisses on your clit. You yelp at the sudden onslaught.

Heat burning at your core as Sebastian’s tongue slides circles around your clit. His hand releases your hip as his fingers make their way back to your pulsing hole.

You let yourself fall into sensitive bliss feeling multiple nerve endings being massaged all at once. Your thighs press Sebastian’s mouth deeper into as you feel that building orgasm grow in you.

“Please Sebastian I need you.” You beg, he laughs at your moaning whines.

“Not yet, I need you to cum first. I want you to feel extra sensitive when you feel me slide inside of you.” Your cheeks flush at the indecency of it all, his dirty words kicking you to the edge.

“Oh Sebastian - I’m gonna-“ Loud banging sounds through the doors, sabotaging your high.

“Oi Sebastian! Open up the bloody door!” Garreth yells banging on the entrance.

Sebastian continues to plunge his fingers into you, he pulls his mouth away from your gushing organ.

“PISS OF WEASLEY IM IN THE MIDDLE OF SOMETHING!” Sebastian yells angrily, he turns his attention back to you. “Common baby, you were so close, just cum for me” he urges sliding his tongue on your swollen clit.

“I don’t care if your touching your bloody Willy! Open up the door right now, or I will force it open.” You yank yourself away from Sebastian, as he whimpers in defeat. Your rush to your pile of clothes, dressing yourself haphazardly.

“Fuck sake you stupid Weasel, what in Godric’s hollow do you want?!” Sebastian yells, wrapping a towel around his waist, he storms towards the door.

“Accio broom.” You whisper. Surging through the open window you climb on it and fly off.

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“Can you believe that Y/n?!” Garreth complains. Your head rests in his palm as you hum along in bored agreement. “The dumb dog couldn’t even tell me why he dobbed me in for something I didn’t even do!” You poke at you dinner plate sadly. “What’s got you in a sighing depressive mood.” Garreth teases poking your ribs.

“I am just frustrated since I was in the middle of something important when a stupid loud mouth Weasel interrupted me by banging on the bathroom doors!” Garreth gasped, he stares wide eye, fully comprehending your confession.

“I never thought my precious Y/n would stoop to the likes of …” he looks over his shoulder. “Callow Sallow.” You punched Garreth’s arm.

“Stop calling him that… and besides.” You smirk not saying another word, a blush rising to your cheeks. Garreth awes at your shy demeanour.

“Y/n you dirty girl.” He teases making you giggle. “Don’t you fret my darling girl- tomorrow is the Slytherin vs. Gryffindor game… the Slytherin dorm will be quite empty.” He says nudging.

Sebastian frowns at his seat seeing you giggling with that stupid ginger. His leg bounces under the table in irritation, his jaw clenching at the sight. Surely you weren’t moving on else where. Ominis places a hand on Sebastian’s bouncing leg.

“Stop with your irritating vices. You have been fidgety the past few days and has been rather annoying.”

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Sebastian marches a long side Ominis as they both walk towards the quidditch stadium.

An annoying jolly ginger comes bouncing up along the duo. “How is my Callow Sallow today?”

“Enough Weasel, bugger off else where.” Sebastian quips only for Garreth to tsk at his little outburst.

“Now now Callow, I’ve been sent by angel with a message. Apparently you’ve left some important unfinished business on your bed that requires your immediate attention.” Ominis cranes his head at this.

“Did you forget an assignment? I’ll come help you.” Garreth grabs Ominis by his shoulders guiding him towards the stadium.

“No, no. This is something Sebastian has to do alone.” Garreth urges. Sebastian sprints back through the castle weaving through the straggling students that are off to see the first match of the season. He just about flys through his common room, passing through the dorm archways he opens the door to his room seeing his bed curtains drawn which were previously tied to the post with tassels.

Could it finally be?

He walks slowly towards his bed, gabbing the curtains and drawing them open to reveal Y/n sitting seductively on his bed wearing nothing more than his school linen shirt which hangs delicately of her beautiful form.

“Merlin, you are quite the sight to behold.” You sit up on your knees pressing against Sebastian. Cupping your face he draws you into a sweet and longing kiss that makes your skin tighten to small goose bumps. He places a wondering hand on your chest fondling your mound.

Slowly you both descend to the mattress. The plush pillow sinking under you. Your hair sprawls, it was at that very moment that Sebastian saw you as Venus her self. He presses delicate kisses along your jaw and down to your neck, searching for that sweet spot that has you mewling under him.

“Spread those pretty legs of yours, I have a task I’ve been meaning to finish.” He says capturing your chest in his mouth, he sucks and nips at your sensitive nervous.

“Please Sebastian, I need you now. I need all of you now.” You beg rubbing him through his pants. He chuckles at your eagerness, he begins to slowly undress himself.

“Not until you are taken care of.” He swears earning him a needy whine.

“No Seb- you’ve been edging me for days. Please, before anything else happens. I need you inside of me now.” Sebastian leaned over clenching his tent urging it not to explode at your meer words. “Please.” Her eyes remain half-lidded as desperation spirals within them. He grins at the eagerness consuming her.

He slides his underwear off springing his swollen throbbing member. He climbs back over her lining himself against her entrance, he leans over her pressing a kiss to her temple. He locks his eyes onto her face. “You sure?” He asks, she nods spreading her legs further. She placed her hands along his jaw bringing his face down to her own pressing another kiss to his lips. He leans back to watch your reaction as he slides his tip along your slick slit before pushing his blunt head through your tight hole. Your mouth parts with a small gasp, eyes rolling back slightly before settling your gaze back onto his lips.

He pulls his hips back feeling your aching walls clench tightly around him.

“Mhh Sebastian.” He groans snapping his hips back into your own.

“Please for the love of Merlin- your organ is already unraveling me.” Sebastian pauses before he continues to plunge into your heavenly walls. He continues to shift his hips in search of that special spot which he seems to have grazed upon.

“Yes- just like that.” You implore arching your back off the mattress. His hands grip your waist as he begins to pound into you. The head board slamming against the stony wall behind it.

He desperately try’s to hold back, hoping you’d come undone before him. But as stars appear, his desperation races him, his high overcomes his ability to hold back. Pressing his shaft impossibly deeper into you as he releases all of his essence into you. Groaning and shuttering, he feels your walls fluttering, as you wail and buck your hips grinding into him harder.

Your vision blurs turning limp underneath him.

“Ugh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to finish in you.” He slides his sensitive member out. His seed spilling out of you.

If he hadn’t given you everything in him, he would’ve plunged right back into you right then and there.

He lays back next to you and pulls you into his chest. You roll over snuggling into him.

“I hope your willing to do this with me again?” You ask bashful. Sebastian just about snorted at you demeanour.

“As if I’d say no to the most beautiful woman in the world.”

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Betrothed to a Gaunt Masterlist

Series Summary: Y/n is betrothed to Ominis Gaunt.

Pairings: Ominis x Reader

Part 1 : Y/n's Uncle Archie announces her betrothal to Ominis Gaunt.

Part 2 : Ominis and Y/n announce their betrothal to their friends.

Part 3 : Y/n dines with the Gaunt family.

Part 4 : Sebastian admits his feelings for Y/n.

Ending : The wedding day.

Extended Ending [+18] : The wedding night.

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Betrothed to a Gaunt

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Summary: MC is betrothed to Ominis Gaunt.

Ominis and Y/n's Wedding Day

The Ominis x Reader

The final year was one of the most challenging years of your life.

You sat at Uncle Archies side, holding his hand. A tear rolls down his face questioning if he made the wrong decision. Had he ruined your life before it barely began? Has he subjected you to a life of unhappiness by promising your hand to Ominis Gaunt? Regret fills his eyes, in his final moments. Determined not to let Uncle Archie die a regrettable death, you continued to whisper reassurances as Ominis sits on a wooden chair behind you, stroking your back to remind you he is there.

"No Uncle Archie, you did nothing wrong. I haven't had the chance to tell you but Ominis and I have fallen for each other." The lies roll of your tongue effortlessly, dripping in a convincing tone. Uncle Archie sucks in air, relief filling his soul. "If it weren't for you, I never would have opened my heart to Ominis. I am incredibly grateful for all you have done for me, because of you I have gone every day of my life being loved as a daughter, and because of you, I will continued to be loved as a wife, and one day as a mother. Because of you, I will continue to experience life's greatest mystery." You announce pressing a kiss to Archies hand, tears rolling down both of your faces. A long fated smile draws on Archies face, the kind of smile you haven't seen in years due to his illness.

"My darling girl, I am so grateful for the happiness you unknowingly brought into my life." Achie sucks in air desperately trying to finish his sentence. "Though I have never had my own children, you will always be my darling daughter - thank you for everything." He smiles with his last breath. Uncle Archies eyes closed with his final classic smile etched deeply into his face.

You relent a yearning cry as you collapse onto the floor, loosing the most important man in your life. Ominis without a second thought kneels on the ground with you, holding your sobbing forms as screams of pain ring from your throat until the air is ripped from your lungs leaving no sounds.

To add to the worst year of your life, a long-term pining romance squashed before it even began. The heart-break was immense, however, Imelda and Ominis was there to comfort you.

Ominis felt guilty over the whole ordeal, he stormed his house attempting to call of the engagement, only for you to calm him down and remind him that the deed has already been done, and that there was no going back, reminding him gently the romance you sacrificed and to not let it be in vain.

Sebastian remained distant from his two friends. You tried to reach out, only for Sebastian to respectfully request space from you.

You have all since graduated. Unable to rekindle your friendship with Sebastian, you had no choice but to let bygones be bygones. You dedicated all your free time to meticulously planing the wedding of your dreams. Even if it wasn't to the love of your life, you were going to enjoy the day with the sudden money you now had access to.

It was the night before your wedding and in a drunken haze, Ominis went stumbling to Feldcroft moaning his sobbing apologies for ruining his best friends chance at a happy life. Sebastian looked down pitifully at the broken and mournful Ominis Gaunt. A man who was always regal and refined, reduced to a sniffling mess at Sebastians feet.

Sebastian carried his old-mate to the near by bank with a couple of glasses to drink from, the two looked out over the water and had an honest heart to heart. A conversation that remains private between the two til this day. Whatever was discussed left Ominis sleeping on the ground with a soft smile pressed along his lips. Sebastian turns his gaze away from the sky looking towards Ominis, filled with solace at his sleeping figure.

Sebastian continued to wait patiently for you to respond to his owl, requesting for you to pick up your fiancé. It was only about an hour later that you had appeared before your jilted lover and your fiancé.

You gently roll Ominis over checking with great concern if he was injured. Stress ran through your blood when Ominis did not return back to the Gaunt mansion.

"Thank you Sebastian...." You say with grace. Gently easing Ominis into your arms. You smile awkwardly at Sebastian, whilst he returns your gaze undeterred.

"I will be attending the ceremony." He announces, which was of surprise to you. "I'll see you later." Sebastian stands, dusting off the blades of grass from his trousers. He retreats to his small cottage home leaving a very heavy and passed out Ominis to take care of.

Apperating into the Gaunt foyer you release Ominis on the marble floor with as much care as possible.

"Blimey brother, on your wedding day of all days." Marvolo snickers in amusement. Mrs. Gaunt flys through the foyer with an entourage to follow.

"Marvolo my dear, be a good boy and help your brother prepare for the ceremony. Chop, chop everyone! We only have 6 hours until the ceremony begins!" Mrs. Gaunt claps striding into the garden continuing to point out the set up required.

Exhausted from your sleepless night you retreat to the bathroom drawing a warm bath with salts and your favourite scents. You let yourself sink into the warmth as you review the crazy year that has passed, all the drama leading back to this very day.

Stepping out of the bath you sit before the dressing table in a slip, your make up was pressed on delicately leaving your make up flawless. Your hair placed expertly in the exact style selected. Your gown was freshly pressed and placed over your elegant form. You were a true sight to behold. Every woman would aspire to be the glowing bride that you have presented today.

You stand at the top of the steps anxiously looking out of the crowd. A sea of faces staring at you, you waver in your resolve only for Sebastian to grab your hand twisting it around his arm.

"There, there. We cannot have a bride running away now can we?" He says as he begins to guide you down the stairs.

"Where's Marvolo?" Sebastian scoffs at your question.

"Would you seriously rather him right now?" You nod in agreement.

"Fair point... I'm just surprised you're here." You announce gently looking over at Sebastian who has his gaze set towards the alter.

"I would never miss the wedding of my two best friends... besides... If your Uncle Archie were here, he'd slap me upside the head and tell me to be a gentleman... I know he would've spent the whole evening bragging about how beautiful his 'darling girl' is." A laugh sniffles from you, tears edging a long your waterline.

"He would've." You agree. Reaching the alter you turn to Sebastian whom lifts your veil kissing you on the cheek, you grab his sleeve again. Sadden by him leaving your side.

"It's okay... I promise I'll still be here. I won't act like a git again." You hug Sebastian firmly. Guilt escaping you. You felt like you were both back to your old selves.

You lay your eyes for the first time on Ominis. He looked handsome standing in his tailored suit. He holds his hand out waiting for you, reaching out your grasp his hand. The officiant stands before you announcing your union, you begin to whisper to each other.

"So Sebastian his here..." You say only for Ominis to smile once again.

"We had a good chat." He says, looking back to the officiant. "You know for someone who didn't want to marry me, you sure pulled together the most extravagant wedding of the century. My father just about cried at the invoice." You snort trying to imagine his fathers face. The officiant glares at the two, making the two silent before snickering again. The officiant declares a moment of silence of the crowd as the two are to whisper their vows, as the promise is only for each other to hear. Ominis leans in first.

"Y/n, I vow to continue to fiercely love you if not as a husband, than as a friend from now and forever. I promise to never forget this bond we share. I vow in the deepest part of my soul that no matter what challenges might carry us apart, we will always find our way together." A smile erupts from you as you lean in whispering your own vows.

"I have laughed with you, cried with you, cared for you and shared a part of my life with you. I get to build a home with you, and live in a home with my best friend. I get to spend the rest of my life with you, and that is a privilege I'm honoured to experience. Thank you Ominis, for being there for me in my weakest moments, and sharing with my my greatest moments. I vow to be there for you, as you have always been for me." You say, Ominis stiffens under the sincerity of your words.

The unbreakable vow glows softly as the officiant calls for a final kiss to seal the deal.

Leaning in you press your lips to Ominis's for the first time. Your lips smooth and melt together in perfect unison, a buzz runs through your mouth at the electrical feeling. Ominis is the first to depart from your amalgamation leaving you wanting more.

The crowd cheers at the end of ceremony, Ominis steps back reaching his hand out to you.

The night continued on, the food selection was delightful. People stuffed their glutinous bellies with the finest meal they've ever had. The cake was cut and eaten, the champagne was pouring from end to end. The first dance was dream with all eyes watching the two forms gliding across the floor carelessly.

The dance concluded as Sebastian strides towards the newly weds. "May I have this dance?" Sebastian asks as Ominis steps to the side and leaves to retrieve some refreshments.

"I have't had the chance to tell you how stunning you look." Sebastian whispers to you. "I'm sorry for acting out like a child and not being there for you when you needed support most." He says gesturing to the passing of Archie. "I hope you can forgive me, and have me back as a friend." He asks in a broken whisper, terrified of your answer.

"I would love nothing more than to have you back in my life." You answer honestly. Sebastian sighs, grateful for your readiness to forgive.

The wedding party continued to rage on through out the night, however, the newly weds bid their adues. Now you were being taken by carriage to your new home gifted by non-other than your husband. It was a quaint little home with a glass portion of the house that appeared to be a reading nook.

Your feet thump along the floorboards as you run wild through your new home giggling at the beauty and the aesthetics of the home, it's all yours. Everything you had always wanted and Ominis is the one who made it all happen.

You turn back looking at the smiling man, bemused by your childish excitement. You jump into his arms, pushing him back into the cushy couch behind him.

"I love it! I love it! I love it!" You yell with a Ominis laughing under your surprise attack. You sink into his chest, his laugh slowly dying off. "And, I love you." You whispered. He smiled a friendly grin.

"I love you too." He says back kindly, you only shook your head.

"No - not like that." You announce pressing your lips to his once again. You brush your tongue against his lips begging to enter his mouth.

Ominis pulls away from your intoxicating mouth. "Wait-what about Sebastian?" He questions, you roll your eyes.

"My feelings for him long left the day he gave up. Besides was it not you who remained at my side for all of my highs an lows? You've proven yourself to me time and time again Ominis. I want to be with you, you are my husband after all." Giggles erupt from both of you.

"Misses Y/n Gaunt." He says tucking stands of hair behind your ear. "I don't remember when was the exact moment my feelings for you bloomed. But one of my fondest memories was when you went to a large wildflower field and you gave me a jar full of dried flowers to smell what it was like." Your laughter echos through the rooms.

"We were like 7!" He nodded.

"That's as far back as I can remember." You look at Ominis with great adoration. "Now I'm married to the love of my life..." He whispers pulling you into a long kiss.

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A/n: 1 more parts to come. Your wedding night *wink wink

Also I wrote this all in one sitting and I don't feel like editing so ...

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