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He huffed, crossing his arms as his eyes trailed Sebastian’s pacing across the room. “Come on love. I think you’d look absolutely delicious in a skirt. Plus it’s only a skirt! I’m not even asking you to try on a dress. You’re Scottish aren’t you? A skirt is just a kilt anyway so it’s not even that odd a request.”
Sebastian grumbled, still pacing his way back and forth across the room of requirement. He was flushed from the base of his neck all the way to the tips of his ears, making his freckles stand out even more than usual. “A kilt is not a skirt. It’s not the same thing. Why do you even want to see me in a skirt? I thought you only liked guys!”
He rolled his eyes in mock exasperation. “I do only like guys…that’s not the point. I think you would look sexy playing with gender norms. I’ve always found the idea of androgyny very sexy, you know that. Come on! You can’t say the idea doesn’t peak your interest just the smallest bit to see how I’d react.”
Sebastian finally stopped pacing, his eyes sweeping over his partner. “What if I wore a kilt? A proper Scottish kilt. Would that end this skirt fascination you have?”
His brows lifted and he gave a small but triumphant smile. “It might. It also might just make me want to see it more often though. But would it really be so bad to show tribute to the Scot’s?”
Sebastian sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose as if this entire conversation was driving him mad. “Fine. I’ll wear a kilt for you. We’ll see how you react. Though if you laugh I’ll never wear anything for you again, I swear to Merlin.”
His brows rose and a playful smile tilted his lips. “Never wear anything?”
He chuckled as Sebastian huffed, walking to the couch in front of his boyfriend. With a wave of his wand, Sebastian stood in front of him in a traditional green kilt, his face feigning confidence with a mild undertone of uncertainty.
Sebastian was pleasantly surprised to see his boyfriends gaze take on an instant look of heat. No mocking, no smirking, just lust as his eyes roamed over the kilt and down his legs.
Sebastian couldn’t help the heat that stirred in his belly from the liquidy gaze of his boyfriend. “I’m guessing you see something you like then?”
His boyfriend sat forward, hands coming up to touch and caress his legs appreciatively. “Mmm, definitely. You look absolutely delicious in this. A true Scotsman. Seriously, Sebastian…tell me I can blow you in this.”
Sebastian’s face was flushed but he nodded. That was all his boyfriend needed to sit at the edge of the couch, tugging Sebastian’s leg up to prop them open. He slid the kilt up and exposed Sebastian’s freckled thighs and delightfully bare nethers to the cool air. “Ohh, no knickers? All for me?”
Sebastian’s face a huffy glance and an eye roll. “You bastard, that’s how you wear a traditional kilt. Piss off and get to it.”
His boyfriend chuckled, cupping Sebastian’s balls and giving a long lick from base to tip.
Sebastian groaned, head tipping back and lightly to the side so he could still watch his boyfriends pink tongue lick and work his erection. The sight of his boyfriend doing this to him in such a different and intimate way had him throbbing.
He heard a groan and he had to suck in a breath between his teeth. His boyfriend groaning while sucking his cock was driving him mad. The vibrations his groan provided were even better. “You feel so fucking good. Love, please don’t stop.”
His boyfriend eagerly licked and sucked. He cupped Sebastian’s balls, using his thumb to gently massage them which had Sebastian’s breath getting faster, and his fingers lacing into his boyfriend's hair. “That’s it, love. Right there.”
A hand slid up his thigh, up under the kilt to grip his hip. The warm wet mouth, the touching and caressing, it was driving him straight toward ecstasy. “Oh love, don’t stop. I’m so close…”
It fueled the fire inside of him as he bobbed and sucked with more passion, gripping harder and pressing against the sweet spot that he knew would have Sebastian seeing stars.
See stars he did, bucking forward as his fingers gripped silky, tousled locks as bliss blurred his vision. Sebastian cried out into the still air surrounding them as his boyfriend swallowed around him, cleaning up the mess before it became an issue.
When the waves of pleasure ebbed away into hypersensitivity his boyfriend pulled away with watery eyes and a satisfied smirk on his lips. “Mmm, see? We should have done this ages ago?”
Sebastian gave his boyfriend a playful swat as he let the kilt fall and plopped down onto the couch with his lover, pulling said lover into his lap and wrapping his arms around the other. “Hm, I suppose you’re right. But I guess now that I know you have a cross dressing kink, maybe I’ll get something a little cuter for next time?”
just overwhelmed with life and not sure how to come back to this app without it seeming WEIRD. Should I continue with my poorly abandoned Kinktober? Do I forget it? Pls help 😭
She was still known to the students of Hogwarts as the ‘new fifth year’ even though she was well into her 7th year by now, so when she’d received an invitation to The Gryffindor Halloween party, she was both shocked and excited by it. She had a feeling it was either Natty or Garreth who invited her since she was fairly close to them.
She immediately went into costume planning mode, seeing as it was a costume party. Should she dress cute or sexy? Low effort or full send. She’d never attended a party and was definitely overthinking it.
After talking to a few of her friends around the castle she’d landed on the idea to paint her face like a skull and wear some dark robes, white shirt, black vest, black skirt and some simple fishnet stocking with black boots.
When the night came she was pleased with her look, eyeing herself in the mirror to check every angle for flaws. So far she was very pleased with the outcome.
She was even more excited by it when she stepped into the Gryffindor common room, which was open to students of all houses as long as they had their party invite in hand, and multiple pairs of eyes swung towards her.
Gracefully she made her way in and to the makeshift bar where a different student served her some delicious marshmallow flavored concoction in white cup that had been drawn on to look like a ghost.
She turned, seeing Natty walking up to her with a smile, opening her arms for a hug. She was wearing a crown of antlers and some face paint to look like a gazelle. “It’s so good to see you, my friend! Your costume looks great! You have lots of attention on you right now.”
She smiled and hugged Natty, flushing at the attention but it was thankfully hidden by her face paint. “Oh thanks Natty! I suppose I do. Were you the one who sent me an invite?”
Natty smiled but shook her head. “No actually. When I went to invite you, your name was already crossed off the list, it seems like you have good standing in the Gryffindor house's eyes.”
Her brow furrowed but she nodded. She was happy they liked her but it was a little surprising that Natty wasn’t the one who invited her. It must be Garreth. Possibly Lucan? Maybe she had more Gryffindor friends than she originally thought.
She’d hung out with Natty till she spotted Garreth, wearing his usual attire with a bandolier of potions across his abdomen. She politely excused herself and walked over to Garreth who was waving her over with a grin.
She smiled and sat on the arm of the couch he was seated in. “Hello Garreth. I see you took the simple costume route? Might I assume you were my invite for tonight?”
Garreth chuckled but shook his head, messy curls bouncing. “No, I was going to but your name was crossed off when I got to it. I do know who did invite you though. He must have been in quite the rush to do it since your name was gone so fast.”
Her eyes widened, so Garreth knew who’d invited her. “Oh? And who was it that invited me then? I don’t suppose it was Lucan, was it?”
Garreth laughed, sipping his own marshmallow drink that looked slightly discolored, and she wondered if Garreth had added one of the bottles from his bandelier to his cup. “It definitely wasn’t Lucan. Although I’m sure he would have loved to invite his star dualist. Think again.”
Now she was really perplexed, who else could have invited her. If it wasn’t Natty, Garreth, or Lucan, who else would it be?
Garreth’s eyes locked on movement behind her, a grin spreading across her face, and it felt like slow motion as she slowly spun around, eyes taking in none other than Leander Prewett walking towards her in a dark thief costume.
From the grin on Garreth’s face, she was certain she’d found who’d invited her. “Leander, it was you who invited me?”
Leander nodded, stopping in front of her with a prideful smile. “I did. I wanted to make sure you felt welcomed here.” His eyes cast to the floor, losing a bit of his previous determination. “I hope you don’t mind that it was me. I only wanted to show you kindness in return for the kindness you’ve shown me over the years.”
She smiled, unable to keep her eyes from roving over his tall, confident stature. “Of course I don’t mind. I’m thrilled, honestly. It was very sweet of you.”
His prideful smile returned, pinning a hand to his chest and giving her a bow before offering his hand. “Would you care to dance then? I’d be honored to give you your first dance of the evening.”
She smiled, nodding while taking his hand and letting him lead her to the dance floor, abandoning her cup with Garreth. She beamed as he spun and twirled her about the dance floor with ease.
After their dance he pulled her off the dance floor and instead of returning back to Garreth she pushed him to the hall outside the dorms where they could talk alone, a smile plastered on her face. “You know I really appreciate this, Leander. I didn’t know if I’d be invited at all, let alone by such a gentleman.”
Before he could reply, she was pulling him in, pressing her lips to his as she tugged him towards her. His hands tightened around her, tugging her closer and kissing her deeply.
He carefully maneuvered them into his dorm room, thankful his roommate was still out causing chaos as he walked her back toward his bed, helping her onto it.
Her hands became greedy, moving across his stomach and pulling at his shirt. Their kiss didn’t even break for a moment as he undid and tugged off the layers to his thief’s costume. As her hands slid over the slender yet firm panes of his stomach, his own went out to undo her own costume, eager to gain access to her beautiful body.
He groaned when his fingers met skin and he slid her shirt out of the way to caress her soft curves, long dexterous fingers sliding up under her bra to cup her breast, teasing her nipple lightly.
With a light pinch, their lips parted as she gasped, arching into his touch. He groaned, sitting up a little to admire her exposed skin, heat settling in his thickening erection. “You’re beautiful…absolutely stunning.”
She rolled her hips against him where he sat on his knees between her legs, dragging a groan out of him. “Ah, darling. Are you sure you want to do that? We don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”
She nodded, rolling her hips up again with a whimper. “M’on the potion. Come on, Leander. Show me your courage.” He didn’t hesitate, flipping her skirt up and groaning at her fishnet covered thighs. His heart said treat her gently and slide them down but his head and her needy whines pushed him to grip the stockings, ripping them down the center and exposing her underwear to him.
She moaned, canting her hips up for him. He reached down to free his erection, positioning himself at her entrance as he pulled her underwear aside. He leaned down, slowly sinking into her tight heat with a groan, lifting his head to kiss her softly. She felt so incredibly good around him it was a struggle to stay still. But after giving her a moment to adjust, she dug her heels into his lower back and he began to move inside of her.
Their kiss broke, a small string of saliva between them as he picked up the pace, leaning down to whisper sweet things into her ear. She was moaning, her fingers clawing into the back of his costume as he moved inside of her. Both of them were breathless, needing each other with a fevered intensity.
Slow but hard, intimate but needy, he rocked into her giving her everything she whimpered and pleaded for till she was tightening around him and swiftly dragging him over the edge with her.
They panted in unison, Leander rolling off of her to collapse at her side with a shaky exhale. “Great Merlin, if I knew that was the thank you for a simple party invite I’d have made a party just to have invited you.”
Warnings: non canon plant because I made that shit up, I wrote and edited and posted this while I was drunk oops, aphrodisiac, sex pollen, dry humping, getting freaky in the forbidden forest
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“Damn Garreth and his damned potions always making me trudge out to the damned forbidden forest for ingredients. Who does that boy even think he is?!“
Sebastian rolled his eyes, pushing a branch out of his way. “He’s a potion prodigy who’s paying you for a service. A service you said yes too. I don’t see what the big deal is.”
She whipped her head around causing him to stop in his tracks, standing to his full height and crossing his arms with a ‘try me and I’ll leave you out here alone’ look on his face.
She huffed, turning back around and continuing to climb through bushes, shuddering at a thick mass of webbing as she steps around it. “Why does there always have to be spiders…why can’t his blasted ingredients be near a niffler den or some other creature that doesn’t have eight legs.”
Sebastian chuckled, stepping out behind her into a clearing with no trees or bushes, only loose dirt. “That’s why you brought me isn’t it? To fend off all the spiders for you.”
He could hear the smile in her voice as she glanced around the clearing, looking for a specific purple flower that looked strangely identical to purple spun sugar. “Perhaps it is. But I’d still like to avoid coming across a den of acromantulas if it’s all the same to you.” She looked around again and gasped at what she saw along the edge of the clearing a few feet away. “There it is! That's what we need for Garreth!”
She lifts her skirt and trudges over to a whole patch of them, opening her bag and pulling out a glass jar. “Now we have to be careful, Garreth said picking these can leave you with some strange…side effects…but he wouldn’t give me any other details.”
She set the jar to the side and pulled out a pair of brown leather gloves, pulling them on and reaching for the first flower. Sebastian walked up and stood beside her to watch as she plucked the first flower, the tiniest bit of the strange cottony fluff fluttering off to the ground.
She took her time carefully plucking more and more till she had a whole jar full of them. She put the lid on and set it inside of her bag, reaching for another jar and beginning to fill that one too. Sebastian’s brow lifted curiously. “I thought Garreth only wanted one jar of this stuff?”
She nodded and kept at her work, diligently. “He did. But I know what he’s trying to make with it and I know in a week he’ll come asking for more. I might as well stock up on it now and be prepared the next time he asks.”
Sebastian nodded, understanding her reluctance for heading out here to pick up ingredients again so soon. As much as she loved getting into places she wasn’t supposed to be, the forbidden forest did not hold the same sentiment.
She finished filling the second jar just as her nose and throat began to tingle. Nothing drastic but just enough to notice a difference. She chose not to say anything, capping her jar and stuffing it into her bag before pulling off her gloves and sending the fluff that was stuck to them flying as she beat them against the stalk of a tree to ‘clean them’.
Sebastian wrinkled his nose and backed up as the fluff immediately began to irritate his airways. “What the hell. He tells you to be careful with this stuff and all the sudden you’re getting it all over the place!”
She rolled her eyes and stuffed her gloves into her bag, standing and turning back to Sebastian. The first thing he notices is her pupils are blown crazy wide, enough so to concern him. She speaks as if she’s completely fine though which intrigues him. “It just makes your throat and nose feel a bit funny. I doubt Garreth would send me out to collect anything dangerous without a fair warning.”
Sebastian begins to feel a bit warm and…fuzzy? “Yea, and makes your pupils bloody massive! You look like a cat who just tossed about in a huge pile of cat grass.”
She looks up into his eyes and notices the same thing about his own pupils, just as the strangest thing happens, a heady swirl of arousal settles in her lower abdomen. “So do you. Maybe this stuff has some sort of…drug-esque effect. Do you…feel anything strange?”
Heat was quickly flooding his body making him suddenly feel all too warm. “Er, yea. I suppose you could say the feeling is strange. Are…you experiencing anything strange?”
She nodded, clearing her throat and kneeling down to the soft dirt below her. She pulled out her wand, summoning her huge leather bound Herbology book from the castle. “I suppose I should have researched this stuff before coming out here but…Garreth has never led me to gather anything dangerous before.”
She quickly flipped through the pages as Sebastian stood off to the side, shifting his weight from foot to foot anxiously. He couldn’t help his gaze lingering on her thin fingers as she flipped through pages, arousal now being a clear side effect of whatever strange plant this was.
She flipped and flipped through pages, repeating the small portion of the word she remembered till finally she found the inky sketched photo of the plants she’d just picked.
Eyes zooming across the page frantically, she read about the plants and its uses, eyes finally slowing as she read the ‘harvesting’ section. “While harvesting this plant, herbologists recommend wearing gloves as well as a fabric such as a scarf over the mouth and nose to prevent inhalation of plant spores. Breathing in spores of this plant can cause irritation of the airways, tingling sensations, heightened sensitivity, intense arousal, and mild euphoria…”
Sebastian’s eyes went wide, letting out a nervous chuckle as he scratched the back of his head and looked anywhere but at her or her book. “Er, yea. That seems about right…what the fuck, Weasley.”
She snaps the book shut and sends it back with a flick of her wand, remaining hunched on the ground with a look of disbelief spread across her features. “What the fuck it’s right. Well now what do we do?”
His arousal was spiking by the moment and the urge to reach down and sooth the building desire was almost too much as he cleared his throat. “Well, I say we hustle back to the closest floo and get back to our dorms before this fully kicks in.”
She makes a barely audible sound that Sebastian swears he wouldn’t have heard if he wasn't so keyed up. “I don’t know about you and Ominis but I typically don’t fancy wanking in a room full of my classmates.”
Sebastian chuckled but it came out much huskier than he intended, the pressure between his legs making everything much harder than it needed to be. “Well obviously me and Ominis don’t talk about having a wank. We…er…well at least I just use a silencing charm and close the curtains.”
She audibly groans but it comes out as more of a moan. Sebastian sees her hands fisting on her thighs. “Merlin, please stop talking about you fucking having a wank.”
He scoffs, beginning to pace behind her in an attempt to get blood nothing anywhere but to his cock. “To be completely fair, you brought it up first, darling. I was only giving my two cents.”
She could hear him pacing behind her and even though she couldn’t actually picture him watching her she shivered at the idea that he was watching her as he paced, waiting to see if her devious hands wandered the way her mind wanted them too.
Would he say anything? Simply watch? Would he even react at all if she let this strong lusty feeling sweep over her and take control of her hands. “I-is this not affecting you?”
Sebastian lets out a breathy laugh. “You’d be wrong to assume I’m fine, darling. This plant has me hard as fucking stone.”
She shivered and something within her finally won out as she turned, watching him pace, her eyes raking down from his messy curls where he’s clearly dragged his fingers through it, over his button down shirt to the bulge tenting the front of his trousers. Sebastian smirked. “Did you really think I was lying, love? Had to check for yourself?”
She swung her head back around, blushing furiously. Why had she done that? Why had she looked? This plant was fucking with her. That was the only thing that made sense. The intense wave of desire that held her captive and had her thinking about what the taste of his skin would be like was, all due to this blasted plant.
She heard him kneel down beside her, and felt his hot breath ghost across his ear. “You know…we could solve this problem in a very simple way. We lay out here where nobody can disturb us and we let this plant work its way out of our system by giving in…” His hand caressed her side. “…use each other to seek out this pleasure and hang on for the ride. What do you say?”
Nothing had ever sounded so good in her life. She was nodding and before she even realized what was happening, he had her on her back against the soft earth, a strong leg on either side of her thighs, caging her in below him.
He bent down, his unruly brown curls tickling her face as he kissed her neck, gently at first before adding a nip here and there. If she had any sanity left she would have found the sounds she made to be rather undignified but honestly all she could think about were the surges of pleasure currently zipping like a lightning bolt straight from his teeth on her neck to her groin.
His own sounds had her arching and gasping against him, shocked that he seemed just as worked up as she was, especially when she arched and her thigh brushed his solid erection, eliciting a groan all the way from deep in his chest.
One big hand came up, groping her breast, fingers finding her hardened nipple through fabric and pinching in a way that had her crying out again. “Oh fuck, Sebastian!”
Her hair would be caked with dirt by the end but it was the furthest thing from her mind as he groped and grinded against her, hips rocking against that sweet pressure between her legs, faster and faster.
She wasn’t going to last long and they hadn't even taken off a single piece of clothing. His breaths and groans against her ear were driving her crazy, his rigid cock against her clit was even more intense. “O-oh shit Seb I’m gonna come!”
Sebastian groaned, moving faster, pinching her nipple just a bit harder. “Good…come for me, gorgeous. You feel so fucking good I’m gonna come too…”
That line within her that electricity traveled through pulled taught and she cried out into the still and misty air of the forest, clenching around nothing with Sebastian rutting away between her legs like his life depended on it till he stilled and grunted with his release.
They both laid there panting, waiting for the arousal in them to cease and their bodies to become their own again. Yet it never came, and they spent not one, not two, but three more hours tangled up together on the earthy floor of the forest.
Ominis’ family had bought her for him. Omegas were extremely rare in the wizarding world. Pure blood omegas, even rarer. So when they’d presented her for their alpha son he was not only shocked but slightly angry they’d bought an omega girl, expecting them to simply get along and bond, to form a relationship.
The expectation was to breed more pure blooded children to carry on the Gaunt name. A task Ominis hated with a passion. And while she seemed to beam with happiness and sunshine while they were together, he despised the whole idea and often found himself faking a smile for her benefit.
What finally tipped him over was the first night she’d stayed over at the Gaunt manor. Snuggled in his bed against his side in the most innocent way possible all night long as they spoke of dreams and aspirations. But the next morning his mother had to ruin it by producing a small pink gift bag that contained a little green onesie with a cartoon snake.
He raged inside, finding it wholly inappropriate that his parents would do such a thing to her, making it very clear their expectations for the night had been some form of intercourse between them. But he softened when he heard her beaming smile and loving verbal appreciation for the gift. His heart fluttered as his twisted angry thoughts melded into her holding a sweet little baby…their…sweet little baby.
His stomach flipped a little as he let himself imagine her hands on his body, what they’d have to do to make a baby. Hands in her hair, teeth in her neck, grinding and rutting into her, the scent of her heat, her slick, marking her, claiming her, her cries and moans for him.
Suddenly he felt all eyes were on him, the overpowering alpha scent rolling off of him in waves. He cleared his throat, crossing his legs to hide his erection. “Sorry about that. We erm, obviously don’t have to start trying for a pup now. Don’t let her pressure you, darling.”
Ominis’ mother excused herself upon seeing the look on the omegas face as she picked up on his alpha scent. “No, it's fine. Especially when you smell like that.”
Ominis raised a brow, the sweet and subtle hint of her arousal making itself evident in the air. Was she attracted to his scent? Was his scent really arousing her and making her smell this way?
He smiled, standing up and crossing the room to wrap an arm around her waist and tug her closer. “You like my scent, omega? Is it making you excited for me?”
She made a small sound in the back of her throat, causing Ominis to tighten his hold on her, lifting her hair from her neck so he could press his nose against her skin. “You smell so delicious, little omega. I bet you taste even better.”
She whimpered softly, tipping her neck for him and exposing her soft neck. He groaned in return, wrapping his arm tighter around her waist and sliding his tongue along the column of her neck, causing her to shiver.
He teased his teeth over her scent gland where he’d place her mating bite, growling against her skin. “Is this what you want, pretty omega? You want me to claim you as my own and mate you?”
She whimpered, nodding wantonly. Her thighs parting as he backed her against the wall, slipping his thigh between them and grinding it against her, thankful she was wearing a skirt.
She keened and it was music to his ears. He drug his teeth over her neck again and her back arched, pressing herself closer to his heated body. Her hips moved of their own accord, grinding herself on his thigh.
He groaned when he realized she was producing enough slick to have soaked through her underwear, dampness now soiling his trousers. “Such a good girl, your brilliant body getting you all nice and wet for our coupling.”
Things were moving fast and he’d had enough, pulling her away from the wall and moving her to bend over the arm of a nearby chair. She went pliant and willing, moaning for him. “Such a good girl, so needy for me already. You’ll make a lovely mate, gorgeous once you're plump and round with my pup.”
She keened, arching her back even as she stayed bent over the back of the couch obediently. “Ominis, love, I can’t wait anymore. Please…please make it feel better.”
The overwhelming scent of her finally triggered something in his brain and he realized. He’d sent her into a full blown heat. He groaned, loving the fact that his alpha hormones were enough to send her into her heat.
Family bullshit be damned, every last bit of his instincts wanted to fill her with a pup so that no other alpha could ever get a chance to smell her like this.
He growled, scooping her up in his arms and carrying her up the stairs to his room. He laid her gently on the bed before scrambling to lock his bedroom door, determined not to be interrupted by anyone as he claimed his mate.
He moved swiftly back to her, senses guiding his every move as he prowled over her on the bed. His hands landed on either side of her head caging her in. He could smell the moment she parted her legs for him, her slick overpowering against his senses. She was soaking wet, a keening mess under him.
It was driving him up the wall as he slid between her legs, rolling his hips against her. By now she was mumbling incoherently about needing his knot. He was all too happy to give in to her needs, shoving her skirt up around her waist and hurriedly pulling her underwear down and off over the side of his bed.
Letting his instincts lead he clumsily lined himself up, groaning at her slick heat as he slid himself through her fluids. “Y-you’re soaking wet darling, do you want me that badly?”
She gripped the bed sheets, whining and nodding frantically and he groaned with anticipation. It took some finagling due to how much slick she was producing but he finally slipped in, enticing a moan from each of them.
She cried out for him, arms wrapping around his neck as he held himself up on his elbows, thrusting into her slick, tight channel. His voice shook with need. “Good girl, good fucking girl, taking me so good just like this. Gonna m-make you mine and fill you with a pup. My pup. Our pup.”
Her head tipped back with a cry of ecstasy and he rut harder into her, taking advantage of her exposed neck and biting into the spot just where her neck met her shoulder.
She cried out loudly as their bond solidified through his mating bite in her neck. He felt like cold water and sparking fire rushing through her veins all at once. Her body convulsed in pleasure, sparks tingling all the way from where his teeth penetrated her neck to where their bodies joined down below.
His thrusts grew rough and choppy as he pulled her tighter against him, his swelling knot beginning to catch on each thrust. He licked the small trickle of blood from his mating bite, grunting and gasping with each thrust inside her pliant walls.
Her heels locked around his waist and she gasped as she found herself rushing over the edge of a hot waterfall of pleasure, back arching, stomach twisting and with one final thrust he was locked inside of her by the base of his swollen knot. Shot after shot of thick cum filling her full as they ride out the aftershocks, panting through the post orgasmic bliss.
Warnings: masturbation, “body stealing”, improper use of polyjuice, genderbend
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Garreth sighed, plopping himself down on his bed. Usually he didn’t have his own space be it at home or at school but seeing as he’d decided to stay back for the holidays and his roommates had all gone home he’d decided to take full advantage of his being alone.
He’d worked for weeks leading up to this to brew a perfect polyjuice potion using the hair of a certain girl who’d begun to occupy far too much of his mind as of late. Although he didn’t mind anything that pulled them closer.
She’d even stayed for the holidays once she found out he was also staying. It drove him mad that even now she was in the castle doing Merlin knows what while he was doing this.
He’d stripped himself down in preparation for this moment, knowing his body would likely make some changes and he didn’t want to risk losing any pieces of his clothes during.
He opened the drawer of his nightstand, rummaging through to quickly procure the bottle of polyjuice he’d made. The look of it made his stomach roil uncomfortably but he shifted his thoughts, forcing himself to focus on the outcome of his potion instead of the ingestion of it.
He sat up, pulling out the cork stopper with a satisfying pop. He blew out a shaky breath and plugged his nose, tipping his head and the bottle back and downing the contents in one go.
He ignored the awful texture in his mouth, swallowing fast till it was gone. With his nose still pinched, he took in a few lungfuls of air, reaching for his glass of water and downing that as well to wash away whatever he could.
His stomach grumbled with unhappiness as he finally released his nose. Taking a shaky breath and relaxing back onto the bed, his head of messy ginger curls splaying across his pillow.
He could feel his body changing, thankfully shifting his mind from the gross feeling in his stomach to what he’d managed to accomplish.
He laid himself back on the bed, breathing through the feeling till it was finally over. When he felt the ripples of change under his skin finally stop. He tentatively slid a hand up his thigh, feeling the silky softness there, letting his hand trace up even further, finding genitals he wasn’t accustomed to, he grinned.
Sitting up he opened his eyes and looked down at his new body. Perky breasts decorated with pointed, hard nipples. He groaned, eyes tracing down to a mound much different than his usual jutting erection. He slid his hand down and over himself, a small shudder running through him.
It was wrong and yet still exciting to be touching her body, even if it was just really himself. He closed his eyes, imagining her there in front of him, her beautiful curves pressed back against his firm body, his hands sliding and caressing her body delicately.
He groaned, the body he was in was so much more sensitive than his own. Fingers tugged at his nipple while his other hand reached down to touch and tease the slit. Dampness helped his fingers glide through sensitive folds, brushing that blushing bud of nerves. “Ohh, yesss.”
He laid back against the bed, moaning breathily as his middle finger rolled in small circular motions, his hips lifting to the blindingly good feelings that rocked through him.
He continued to tug at his nipple, arching up as a swirling heat tightened in his lower belly, fingers slowly moving to the new slippery opening between his legs.
His breaths got shakier, fingers sliding and teasing their way in. He shuddered, hips lifting off the bed as his fingers slid inside, warm silky walls clenching around fingers. “Ohhh shite…”
He imagined those silky walls clamping around his cock and that was all it took. The orgasm felt so different from what he was used to. Tension building and building till it simply had nowhere to go but out. Belly tight and hot as wave after wave of heat rolled through him.
He laid on the bed panting and fighting to catch his breath. After some time his body finally changed back to his own. Warm freckled skin slick with a thin sheen of sweat. “Great Merlin, is that what she experiences when she does this? Perhaps she could be easier to convince to indulge in some extracurricular activities than I thought.”
Sebastian quietly chuckled as he walked into her beach vivarium, finding her sleeping peacefully in the sunshine against a rock as her beast’s frolicked happily closer to the coast. He smirked as he walked closer, noticing the melted chocolate on her fingers from what appeared to be a melted chocolate galleon, once between her fingers.
He bent down, softly speaking her name so as to not startle her. When she didn’t reply he carefully lifted her hand, using his tongue to carefully lick up the remnants of melted chocolate from her fingers.
She stirred, confused by the feeling of a warm, wet tongue licking over her digits. She heard a subtle male groan and her eyes popped open, meeting none other than Sebastian’s brown orbs staring back at her as he went about licking and sucking her fingers clean.
A small gasp left her lips and a heat flared in Sebastian’s eyes as he continued shamelessly to emit soft moans and suck each finger into his mouth for careful cleaning.
Heat pooled in her belly as her eyes flicked from his half lidded eyes to where his tongue swirled between each finger.
This experience felt far more intimate than a simple cleaning of her pre-nap-snack that it was disguised as.
Finally Sebastian pulled his mouth from her fingers and hummed appreciatively, placing her hand back down at her side. “Thanks Darling, what a delicious little treat you saved for me. I quite appreciate it.”
He stood, stretching his arms above his head casually as she sat up, blinking with confusion as desire and drowsiness fought in her brain. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye as he finished his stretch. “Shall we head inside now? I hardly think your beast’s would find what I have in mind next, appropriate.”
Warnings: sexual hypnotism, masturbation, forced masturbation (not really but sorta), mutual masturbation, disability concerns
963 words
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Ominis sighed heavily, laying on his boyfriend’s bed as Sebastian meticulously spun his wand in wide circles around him. Ominis could feel the tingle of magic under his skin but he was nowhere near where Sebastian wanted him to be. “You need to relax, Om. I can’t get into your mind when you don’t believe anything is going to happen. Just relax and open up that big wrought iron gate in your head.”
Ominis groaned, scrubbing his palms over his eyes in frustration. He and Sebastian had been attempting hypnotism magic in their dorm room for what felt like hours now, Sebastian spinning his wand around with dizzying incantations in an attempt to lure Ominis into a subconscious state of willingness.
In Sebastian’s studies he’d received the assignment to successfully master the art of hypnotism via magic on another. His best friend / boyfriend was thankfully a willing individual, but sadly he had so many doubts about his ability to be hypnotized due to his lack of vision, that his mind lacked the willingness to submit to Sebastian’s suggestive incantations.
“Bash, dammit I’m trying. I just don’t think I’m able to be lulled with the state of my condition.”
Sebastian rolled his eyes and readjusted himself on the bed so he was kneeling now, seated up on his heels. “Ominis, take the idea of your blindness affecting this and shove it. Maybe we can actually get somewhere with this bloody assignment. I know you can do this, but I need you to have a willing subconscious and a clear mind. Just try. If you do, I’lll take you to your favorite pub for dinner and drinks. I only need you to just quiet your thoughts.”
Ominis sighed, relaxing his muscles and letting himself go limp on the bed, he cleared his mind, focusing solely on the idea of being under Sebastian’s control. Sebastian began again with his incantations and wand movements once again. Magic tingled under the blonde’s skin, weaving itself into the fabric of his subconscious and suddenly, finally, Ominis was under Sebastian’s full suggestion.
Once Sebastian realized that the spell had worked, he snapped his fingers, instructing Ominis to sit up slowly. He did so with absolute obedience, the tingly magic and the willingness of his mind allowing Sebastian the full control of his subconscious. Sebastian smirked with satisfaction, giving his boyfriend the next directive to lean back against the headboard and teasingly run his fingers up the sensitive parts of his thigh.
This had been their agreement when Ominis had said yes to being Sebastian’s test subject. Sebastian would penetrate his mind and with hypnotism and caress his subconscious into pleasuring himself. A win for both of them since Ominis would feel all the pleasure and Sebastian would reap the benefits of watching his boyfriend masturbate. Just a small kink he had.
Ominis’ fingers trailed with delicate teasing touch from his knee across the woven texture of his pants all the way up the expanse of his inner thigh. Sebastian swallowed, licking his lips as the smallest satisfied whimper left his boyfriend’s perfect lips. Ominis’ unseeing eyes fluttered shut and his body went lax against the headboard.
Sebastian gave his next instruction, sitting back on his heels while sliding a firm palm across the front of his pants. “Be a good boy and pull open your trousers for me, love. Take that pretty cock out and tease yourself.”
Ominis nodded, obedient hands coasting up to the fastens of his pants. He sighed softly, popping open the button and slowly sliding the zipper before reaching in and pulling out his thickening erection.
Sebastian’s hooded eyes trailed from the hem of his bunched shirt down to where Ominis’ long fingers stroked slowly and diligently over his member. This felt an awful lot like Imperio but with actual consent of agreeing to be hypnotized. His groans were soft in the back of his throat as the pads of his fingers teased the underside of his head with each stroke.
Ominis’ hips lifted and Sebastian groaned, pulling out his own erection as he watched with bated breath every single movement of his boyfriends skilled hands. Ominis’ free hand came down to stroke the spot behind his balls, pulling a long moan from his thin lips.
Ominis groaned, the teasing motions that Sebastian was weaving into his mind doing treacherous things to his body as a finger from the hand cupping his balls teased the rim of his hole. “S-Sebastian~”
Sebastian nods and strokes himself faster, knowing his boyfriend would spill any moment with so much stimulation. “It’s okay baby, I know you’re close. Relax and let me lead you to the end. You’re being such a good boy.”
A breathy moan left thin lips and his mentally controlled hand jerked harder. His stomach muscles tensed and bunched, his body writhing as his orgasm built and built inside of him. His breaths were coming faster and faster, hips arching up to meet sloppy strokes till finally he groaned, one final arch up into his hand, his other hand moving to fist in the sheets as a strong orgasm washed over him.
Oninis could feel his own control returning as Sebastian’s magic wavered, too distracted by his own rippling orgasm to hold onto Ominis’ suggestive state any longer. “Agh fuck. What a good boy. Gods you’re so fucking good, baby…”
Ominis felt Sebastian slump down beside him on the bed, quietly muttering a scourgify spell to clean them both up. “I told you it would work, love. I just needed you to believe it could happen.”
Ominis hummed in agreement, still a bit dazed from Sebastian’s magical hypnotism state. “Was definitely good. We should do that again sometime. What do you think?” Sebastian’s eyes sparkled in response.
Welcome back to Kinktober! This year with school and life I’m rather busy, so instead of every day posting, I have 14 scary and sexy prompts to dig into for October. Feel free to read along or jump in and create something yourself!
Soooo I may be late getting these up. School hit hard (it is fact really hard to be a student and a full time worker) and I’ve recently had a lot going on family wise. But I will do my best to post as on time as I can. Thanks lovelies 🫶🏻
Welcome back to Kinktober! This year with school and life I’m rather busy, so instead of every day posting, I have 14 scary and sexy prompts to dig into for October. Feel free to read along or jump in and create something yourself!
The tub was nearly as large as a swimming pool yet she remained against the side of the tub, perched on the bench that ran the entire perimeter. The magically forever warm water drew the full ache from her muscles and she sighed in relief.
The door swung open and she cracked and eye open to see none other than her friend Ominis Gaunt come in, a plush towel wrapped over his arm. “Erm, hello?”
She swallowed nervously, debating on whether she should say anything. It didn’t matter tight? He was blind. So there really was no harm in them sharing a bath. She knew better than to creep on him, obviously planning to give him privacy while he bathed.
She simply added more bubbles and remained nearly silent as he sighed and locked the door, which she found odd, and proceeded to set his towel and what she assumed were pajamas down in a space across the tub from her.
She closed her eyes and tipped her head back against the edge, and although the sounds of his clothing hitting the floor pulled at the strings of her curiosity she did as she promised herself and kept her eyes closed.
She could hear the subtle sigh from him as he climbed into the bubbly warm water. She let herself drift in thought, vaguely listening to him bathing across from her but keeping her eyes closed.
Her favorite time of day was when she was able to sneak off and have a nice long relaxing bath. There wasn’t a chance she would jeopardize him kicking her out of here by saying anything.
After a while in silence where she assumed he was just relaxing in the water she heard the water slosh followed by a frustrated grunt.
She peeked an eye open to check on him, shocked by what she saw. His body arched up and eyes squeezed shut. The bubbles provided the idea of privacy but she was still almost certain she knew what he was doing under the bubbles.
She could tell from here as his bicep flexed that with every small sigh and grunt, every arch of his body that he was masturbating. She felt heat and shame rise to her cheeks for not telling him and now having the inability to look away from his writhing form.
If she climbed out now he’d be sure to hear the water so she remained still, begging her brain to allow her eyes to stray from his body but they remained glued to his slowly pinkening skin.
Her stomach tightened and her fingers dug into the meat of her thigh, itching to satisfy the urgent throbbing between her own thighs. But this was wrong. It felt oh so dirty to be watching him like this, let alone debating on allowing herself to use this situation as fodder.
But the lust was too strong, steamy air between them and shiny scented bubbles all getting to her head as she allowed those fingers to dip between her thighs and tease over the flesh there, damp for a whole other reason than the water in the tub.
A shiver raced down her spine as she lolled her head to the side, eyes on him as she rolled her fingers in delicate circles, careful not to stimulate too much and cause a much louder reaction to his activities.
Ominis appeared clueless, stroking reverently in his search for post orgasmic bliss. This must have been a simple need and less of a means of desire. He was efficient, not taking the time to let himself get wrapped up in a fantasy.
No languid pace to ride the wave, just simple pure need coursing through him to get this over with quickly. She allowed her own speed to double, seeing the muscles in his arms and chest flex as he neared his edge.
She lifted both legs, spreading them and planting her feet on the bench, allowing herself better access as she watched his face twist with rapt pleasure. She gasped when he shook, grunting as he wrung the last remnants of his pleasure from his body.
She placed a hand over her mouth, allowing her own orgasm to crest, washing over her like a warm ocean wave on a sunny day.
She leaned back, allowing herself to sag against the back of the tub as Ominis pulled himself from the water, droplets clinging and rolling down his, usually pale but now pinked from the hot water, skin.
He stood naked in all his glory, tossing the towel over his head and drying his damp dripping blonde hair. Her eyes trailed over him, tongue darting out to wet her lips as she imagined what his clean skin would taste like.
He brought the towel down, rubbing it over his body as he dried off, proffering a chuckle. “Enjoy the show, Darling prefect?”
Her mouth snapped shut, as if he’d caught her by the sound of her semi labored breathing. He only outright laughed, dropping his towel and reaching for his pajamas. “You didn’t seriously think I believed I was alone right? Could hear you sloshing around the whole time. I take it you enjoyed the show?”
She was stunned, silently opening and closing her mouth as she struggled for what to say. He spared her from having to do so, picking up his belongings and making his way to the door. “No need to share your review now. Think on it and find me when you’re ready. I eagerly await your feedback. Goodnight.”
She watched him unlock the bathroom and slip out, letting herself take the rest of her bath to figure out how he’d managed to turn the tables on her. Maybe Gaunt was truly not to be underestimated after all.
