Fandoms are Star Wars, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit, Marvel, Pretty Little Liars, Chilling Adventures of Sabrina and The Warrior Nun. Jedi. Gryffindor. Sibling to Thorin Oakenshield, best friend to Legolas Greenleaf. Shield Agent, has the same powers as Carol Danvers. Sibling to Aria Montgomery. Sabrina's sister. Ava's sister.
here at the sandwich shop, weâve started to notice some people who are new to sandwiches arenât used to meat and cheese between two slices of bread. they find this practice strange and confusing. thatâs why weâve decided to cut the bread out all together. from now on, weâll just serve slices of meat and cheese on a plate.
we know that many of our loyal sandwich shop customers have been coming here for years to buy our delicious sandwiches. but some people donât âgetâ sandwiches, and we need to try and appeal to them with an easier-to-understand meal format. we will no longer be serving sandwiches. all of our food will just be cold cuts on a paper plate. we love our customers and appreciate your understanding <3
Yes we know Craig's Cold Cuts down the street does cold cuts better than we do and has millions of customers. That's why we need to switch to cold cuts, to get their customers. We hope that our long-time sandwich loving customer base will be patient in this transition to cold cuts and welcome the certain influx of Craig's Cold Cut customers who will surely come here to enjoy our worse cold cuts with you, our sandwich-deprived customer base, whom we value so much.
Finally back from however long my hiatus was! Working two jobs really keeps you busy! In addition to working at an Early Chdhood Center, Iâm now working at a doggy daycare :) I pretty much do what I do at the Earl Childhood center, but with dogs đ
Take the dogs outside, play with them, pick up their poo, bring them inside, feed them, clean the kennels or crates that have been used, etc...
Non-Con - dark Sebastian traps F!MC and forces her to have sex with him, enacting all his dirty thoughts to satisfy the craving đ
Flogging - a/u, dominant Sebastian enacts a flogging scene right out of F!MCâs fantasies đ
Submissive - dominant Sebastian gives his submissive boyfriend Ominis a sexy task involving feet as a âpunishmentâ and ultimately gets surprised at his lovers willingness đ
Submissive pt2 - a continuation of Submissive that explores other fun kinky punishments Sebastian inflicts on his love Ominis đ
Hate Sex - Sebastian gets heated after losing a duel with Leander as his partner. Sebastian decides to corner Leander and set him straightâŠorâŠwellâŠsomething like that đ
Cock Piercing - a/u, Sebastian meets F!MC on tinder, getting close to her and showing her an amazingly sweet first time with a reverse PA đ
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Cozy nights in - a sweet fluff piece of Sebastian, Ominis, and GN!MC making a pizza and enjoying their evening together đ€
Requests
Mask Kink - Sebastian makes F!MCâs fantasy of getting fucked by a masked stranger come true while sheâs exploring đ
All I want for Christmas is two Slytherin boys - Sebastian, Ominis and F!MC stay at Hogwarts for Christmas and decide to have some naughty fun while sleeping over together in the common room together đ
Seduction - Sebastian and F!MC both have feelings for Ominis, together they conspire a way to seduce their blind friend and show him how much love and attention he truly deserves đ
Oral Fantasy - F!MC has a naughty request for Sebastian and Ominis to help her fulfill. Maybe three heads are better than two đ
Frotting - Sebastian and Leander sneak away for some naughty fun in a broom closet leading to a small mess Leander has to clean up đ
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I donât know how many boys follow me, but I gotta bet thereâs some. I just wanna tell yâall to be careful.
Abusive girls exist and what theyâre doing is seen as like âbadass tough donât take no shitâ but your girl should not hit you. Ever.
She should not demand for you to hand over your phone to look through.
She should not yell at you and humiliate you either alone or in front of people.
She shouldnât make you distance yourself from your friends or family.
She shouldnât scratch you or twist your arms.
She should not call you names.
She shouldnât tell you âsheâll kill herself if you break upâ
These are just a few examples of abuse and itâs just seen as okay when girls do it and god knows Iâve fallen victim to it a few times, but you shouldnât have to.
Never worry about not being in a relationship. If theyâre worth it, they wonât hurt you.
I wish someone had told me that these things are actually abuse. I would have been able to escape my ex so much sooner. Reblogging to help other people in similar situations
Tell us about it in the tags, if youâd like. Itâs always nice to hear stories of kindness
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Today's Valyrian glyph is rÄko "rose". This word was coined in honor of my old classmate Reiko Kataoka who's now a phonetician at San Jose State University. I think it kind of looks like a bizarrely thick martini glass.
But hey, welcome to Lexember! Be sure to follow the Lexember tag if you want to see some new conlang words, freshly dusted with December snow!
Outline: You duel Sebastian but things quickly take another turn. You both decide to give in to the desires that have been complicating your friendship, just this once.
Word count: ???
Warnings: friends with benefits, aged up characters, explicit smut.
Sebastian was late. So late.
He rushed up the stairs leading to the clock tower, hoping heâd still make it on time to see the duel that had been talked about all day long among other students but his heart dropped when the doors opened in front of him, an excited crowd leaving the room now that the main entertainment was over.
Crap.
He pushed through the crowd of students to get inside, his eyes immediately finding you, standing in the middle of the room with your hair disheveled and your tie losened around your neck. His heart jumped in his chest, the way your cheeks were still colored pink from the effort of your fight making him wonder if that was what you looked like when you were overwhelmed with pleasure too... Because that surely was how he had been imagining it.
What was wrong with him ? You were his friend, he shouldnât be picturing such things in his mind. The feelings he had developed for you were nothing more than his hormones acting up, turning his inappropriate thoughts about you into a full blown obsession only because he was trying to forbid himself from thinking them.
The thing was that Sebastian Sallow hadnât been sorted in Slytherin for nothing, he was ambitious and determined, when something tortured his mind in the same way you did, he usually made sure to give into it fully, if only to get rid of the nagging feeling. If he wanted something, not only did he do everything in his power to have it but he would make sure to have it immediately. Following this logic, he often wondered if the best way to get rid of the forbidden thoughts he had about you would be to give in to his curiosity and experience what it was like to fuck you - just once - so that heâd be able to go back to being your friend without obsessing over something he wasnât allowed to do.
âWhere were you ? You missed my duel against Leander.â You said, taking a few steps in his direction as soon as you spotted him, a smug smile on your lips making his heart skip a beat.
Merlin, that must have been such a sight to see, his girl showing the whole school what she was capable of, beating that annoying gryffindorâs ass. ..
âI was stuck in detention.â He replied. Usually, he didnât care all that much about it but the fact that he had missed the opportunity to watch you duel seemed like an unfairly cruel punishment for taking a nap during Professor Binsâ class. âDid you win ?â
âOf course I won !â You exclaimed, your face scrunching up at the offense you felt from such a question. âDo I have to remind you that Iâm one of the best duelists of Hogwarts ?â
âNo, Iâm very aware that you are.â He answered, also very aware of the drop of sweat that was slowly rolling on your skin from your clavicle before disappearing down the crease between your breasts. It must have been a pretty intense duel for you to end up with your shirt opened - not just one or two buttons but three ! - offering him a new perspective on the curves and shapes he had been fantasizing about more than he would dare to admit.
âMaybe itâll change though, if one day you manage to beat me in a duel and take my spot at the top of the rankings.â You continued, a proud grin on your lips that he instantly felt the urge to kiss away.
âI would if you played fair.â He retorted, deciding to distract his dangerously wandering thoughts by provoking you, if only to see how cute you looked whenever he got you too flustered.
âI always play fair, Sallow.â You stated, sounding even more offended by that allegation than you were by the idea of losing to Leander.
âYou donât, and you know it.â
You stared at him, defiantly and he felt a rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins, his blood flowing straight to his cock as he couldnât help but think about all the ways he could teach you to not defy him.
âVery well, so tell me whatever it is that you donât think is fair on my part.â You told him, as you stepped back and pointed your wand at him, ready to duel.
He knew it wasnât reasonable to accept a match. Not now when it was close to curefew, youâd both risk detention if you were caught roaming the corridors that late afterwards. You also still looked pretty disheveled from your fight with Leander, it would be nicer of him to let you rest and recover before forcing you into another duel⊠However, he couldnât help but want to seize the opportunity to see just how much more disheveled you could get. Could he get a few more buttons on your shirt to pop open ? Get enough sweat to roll down your chest so that he could hope to see through the white fabric ?
With a smug smile, he took place at the opposite side of the room and readied himself for your duel.
âIâll go easy on you.â He promised, as he dropped his cloak on the stone ground and rolled up his sleeves.
âDonât, I like it rough.â
Your words went straight to his cock, making it hard in record time, desperate to give you exactly what you liked .
Sebastian tugged on his pants, hoping you wouldnât notice his erection but your eyes drifted down instinctively and he had no choice but to cast a spell in your direction to distract you from the pathetic desire his body felt for yours.
You managed to protect yourself before the red beam of magic could hit you, making you groan in frustration.
âSee ? Youâre the one not playing fair, we didnât count down before starting the duel !â You shouted at him, sending an offensive spell in his direction, quickly enough to get his wand flying out of his hand. He dived before you could hit him with another, retrieving his wand and countering your spells with one of his that sent you flying backwards.
You landed on your ass, a cry of pain mixed with surprise escaping your lips. He heard it loud and clear, vibrating in his whole body. He just knew that this would be the exact sound heâd get out of you if you ever let him shove his cock deep enough inside of you. And thatâs exactly what he meant when he said you never played fair, you always made those sounds that fueled the daydreams he had about you. And when he did his best to not pay attention, then heâd notice how your skirt hugged your hips or how it went all the way up to your thighs when he put enough power in his spells to get your body flying across the room. There was always a silver of your skin showing, something he wasnât meant to see right there for him to notice and he simply couldnât focus on anything else.
âAccio !â
You left out a surprised gasp as your body was dragged across the room to Sebastian, held up in the air in front of him. You were free to move but not to touch the floor again unless he allowed it, a realization that flooded his mind with many more inappropriate scenarios.
âLet me down.â You demanded, after a moment of fighting against the air.
âAccio only works on clothes so if you donât want to be at my mercy, maybe you should consider taking them off.â He responded, smugly and you rolled your eyes at him, finally finding enough balance to rise your wand up and aim it at him.
He reached quickly enough to protect himself with a shield of magic, causing you to drop from a few meters above ground with a thud. Your wand slipped from your fingers and you dived to get it back but not fast enough to avoid another attraction spell, pulling you all the way into Sebastianâs arms.
Your body crashed against his, causing him to fall down with you on top of him. His heart skipped a beat when he took the full measure of you, your warmth above him, your chest squeezed against his, and the heat between your legs undeniably pressed up against the erection he had tried to distract you from noticing. He saw your eyes widen, meaning you probably felt it, twitching and growing even harder in his pants now that you were so achingly close to it.
You placed your hands on his chest to help yourself sit up, the shift in position adding even more weight and friction to where he was so desperate to feel you. If he let you sat up with your legs on each side of his hips, than assuredly youâd feel his hard cock pushing between your legs, begging for more. He knew there then would only be the fabric of your underwear and his pants to keep him from shoving himself inside you like he so desperately wanted to and he wasnât sure it would be enough to stop him⊠So he reached out and held you with his hand on the back of your neck, stopping you from fully sitting up at first, but when your confused eyes met his, he couldnât stop himself from tugging you back down until your lips crashed against his in a sloppy kiss.
He didnât feel any pressure beneath his grip, you didnât shift on top of him and most importantly, you kissed him back, which suggested that you didnât mind the unexpected kiss. He meant it to be a distraction, to stop you from unmistakably feeling the intensity of the unhinged lust he felt for you, but with the way his blood seemed to suddenly have caught fire in his veins the very moment he felt you kissing him back, he knew he had fucked up. Monumentally.
There was no going back from this kiss either. He had yearned to feel your mouth on his for so long, he was ready to devour you until your lips would be too sore to continue, and even then he might keep going, probably suffocating you in the process. You simply felt too good for him to stop. Your lips were soft and welcoming, tasting exactly how he imagined they would, like your favorite pastry and a hint of mint on your breath.
Without breaking the connection, he moved to roll you over so that he could be on top, trapping your body between his and the cold stone floor, his full weight pressing into you, not even trying to conceal the hard buldge in his pants anymore. He even rolled his hips against yours, scrunching up the fabric of your skirt in his fist until it was pulled all the way up to your stomach. His hand slowly moved up from your knee to your thigh, spreading it open wider so that he could give another thrust forward and make you feel how hard he was for you, and how desperate he was to bury his erection inside you for relief.
âSebastianâŠâ You gasped, feeling dizzy from the duel, the kiss, everything.
âLetâs do it just this once.â He pleaded, breathless because of the feverish kisses he kept pressing on your lips. âNo one has to know, even we can forget about it afterwards⊠I just need to get it out of my head.â
He managed to give you a break from his burning kisses, slightly lifting himself up to look at you, waiting for an answer. He was hoping youâd say yes, in fact, he was pretty sure that he wouldnât survive the embarrassment and despair heâd feel all at once if you refused, he was too far gone to pretend it was just a mistake.
His gaze wandered down to your chest, panting breaths shaking the tender breasts hiding underneath the soft fabric of your school uniform. His hand instinctively made its way to the object of his desire, unable to resist the urge to touch them any longer but he did remember to look up at your face first, hoping youâd agree to his proposal.
When you shyly nodded at him, your cheeks pink and your eyes wide, it felt like a dam instantly broke inside of him. The last of his restraint flying out of the window. Nothing was forbidden anymore, just this once, he was allowed to do whatever he wanted with your body and the thought almost made him dizzy.
He felt your leg brush against his hip, angling yourself to give him better access so he focused his attention where you required it, his hand sliding down between both of your bodies until it was pressed against your damp underwear.
A silent proof that you wanted this as much as he did.
The pressure of his palm against your clit drew a moan out of your mouth so he covered it with his again, ready to swallow the few more that rolled over your tongue when he massaged you through your panties so thoroughly that the fabric quickly became drenched, your wetness even coating his fingertips.
He was planning to finally free his erection from his pants next, and push it past your entrance to finally know what it really felt like. Eager to know if his nighttime fantasies did it any justice but you interrupted him before he managed to fully unbutton his pants, shifting your position to roll back on top of him.
You straddled his hips, your skirt still all the way up and his eyes immediately noticed that your blouse was now fully open, the lace of your bra visible. His face heated, his brown eyes taking in every detail.
You finished undoing his pants and pulled his hard cock out of his underwear which drew a sharp inhale out of him, he enjoyed the way you roughly had seized his erection but you werenât planning on using your hands to give him what he wanted, needy for some relief for yourself.
You shifted your weight to your knees so that you could reach down and hold the fabric of your panties aside and line his cock with your entrance before finally sinking down on it, feeling it entering your core and stretching out your walls as you slowly lowered yourself on top of him.
You cried out, holding your eyes shut and he groaned, the pleasure blooming inside him even more intense than what he expected. He pushed down on his arms to sit up, needing to kiss you once more as you carefully took him in. He placed his hands on your hips and pressed down on them, making you whimper as he slided even deeper inside you, until he was fully buried in and you were both panting with satisfaction.
Instead of in and out thrusts, he guided your hips back and forth in wide circles that brought some deep moans to his ears, his cock twitching in response to each one, swallowed by your tight walls. You held yourself to his shoulders, bringing his face closer to your chest where he gladly kissed and licked the skin he could reach, even running his lips over the lace of your bra. It was a good way for him to distract himself from the pleasure that was close to overtaking him, he wanted you to come too, so that youâd both have a good memory of this broken rule in your friendship. Just this once.
Your breathing became more ragged, your nails digging in his shoulders as he added a few thrusts forward to your movements, making sure his tip hit deep inside you each time it had the opportunity to do so. You cried out, the way your walls tightened around him indicating that you had reached your climax so he finally allowed himself to give in to the pleasure he felt, his release exploding inside you without hesitation.
You stayed breathing quickly and loudly against each other for a moment, trying to put your thoughts back in order until the clock towerâs bells resounded, reminding you that you werenât supposed to be out of your dorms this late. You quickly adjusted your clothes and retrieved your wand from the floor as Sebastian admired your flushed face and slightly trembling fingers.
He felt an intense satisfaction at the thought that his fantasies were no longer all in his mind, that he had been able to experience what it felt like to kiss you, to touch you and to fuck you until you collapsed into his arms. It was a one time exception in your friendship, now that it was done, youâd both go back to the way you were before, with no ambiguity. At least, that was what heâd try to do⊠But, with how his thoughts were obsessing over how his release was probably dripping out of your sore core onto your drenched panties, now that you were standing up, proved it wouldnât be as easy as he hoped.
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Outline: Youâre still managing to hide your pregnancy, but jealousy and mood swings are complicating everything.
Warnings: aged up characters, friends with benefits, (accidental / secret) pregnancy, body insecurities/self deprecation, explicit smut
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Your bad mood reached an all time high when you sat down at your station in Professor Garlickâs greenhouse, feeling far too exhausted to be gardening and the constant hunger you felt made you overly grumpy. Even Ominis knew better than to sit next to you, preferring a seat closer to where the teacher stood, next to Sebastian.
You couldnât care less about your teacherâs monologue about mandrakes today, the enthousiasm and passion in her speech you usually loved was grating on your nerves lately, even more so when you noticed how Sebastian was very attentive to her .
It wasnât a secret that that idiot had a big crush on your herbology professor, he had been very vocal about it for the past three years actually, always whispering inappropriate comments in Ominisâs ear or cracking vulgar jokes about it with Garreth. Habitually, you didnât mind, knowing it was just harmless banter between him and the other guys. But with his baby growing inside you, you suddenly felt a bit too possesive to let him shamelessly stare at Professor Garlickâs beautiful face without feeling jealous.
It didnât help that, as Sebastian so diplomatically put it this morning, you were becoming pretty huge. He wasnât wrong, but a bit of tact would have been nice, especially considering the mood swings you had been dealing with since you entered your fourth month of pregnancy. He needed to be careful because the murderous rage you felt at times might as well backfire against him one day.
You caught yourself resting your hand over your round belly, an habit you couldnât help but that unmistakably brought peopleâs attention to it. You didnât expect your stomach to look like a basketball so early on, confident that you would be able to hide it under large clothes for at least until your last trimester but that baby sure seemed too big and too strong to go along with your plan. You knew it was now just a matter of time until one of your professors noticed and sent you to the headmasterâs office for a talk. For now, your winter clothes still did the trick, concealing your curves and making it seem reasonable to simply assume that you might have gone crazy on chocolates and sweets after Valentinesâ day but in a short few weeks, it would be spring and then summer, and covering yourself up with thick wool shirts would no longer be an option.
âNow Iâd like you to pair up and care for the plants.â Professor Garlick demanded and you sighed, louder than you meant to.
Sebastian still had his eyes glued to your lovely looking herbology teacher. No wonder it was one of the rare classes in which he struggled to keep his grades up, he was constantly distracted by the young professor instead. Maybe he was hoping to pair up with her for a special lesson, but it was Ominis who was chosen to change the mandrakesâ pots with her. You werenât sure that it was a really fun task, but the boy who knocked you up sure looked disappointed to be missing out on this opportunity.
He walked to where you were sitting, resigned to pair up with you and you could not help but feel upset that you werenât his first choice. You saw his warm brown eyes momentarily trace the curve of your belly, the panic you saw in his gaze when you had told him that you were pregnant always present on his face since then.
âWhatâs wrong ?â He asked you. Oh, how annoying that he was capable of reading the expressions on your face like an open book. âIs it the baby ?â
âNo. The babyâs fine.â You answered, and the amount of relief that softened his features took you by surprise, making you realize how much he cared for your unborn child. His child.
âThen what is it ?â
âNothing.â You shook your head, focusing on the hungry Chinese chomping cabbages sprouts in front of you. Those were tricky to feed and required your full attention.
âBy Merlin, what did I do this time ?â He asked, rolling his eyes. You glared at him for a moment, uncertain of how to feel. A part of you felt truly emotional from realizing how well he knew you but another part of you wanted to slap him in frustration. How could he be so unaware of his annoying behavior ?
âIâm just upset because youâve been avoiding me lately.â
âI havenât.â
âYes, you have ! You didnât even want to be paired up with me right now.â You snapped back, cautiously feeding one of the cabbages.
âI didnât want to have to take care of these annoying little things, they are the worseâŠâ He explained, not paying enough attention to the sprout next to him, visibly too eager to eat out of his hand to wait for Sebastian to focus on it, so he chomped down on his fingers. âOuch !â
You looked away to hide your grin, the satisfaction you felt from the cabbageâs vicious attack was a nice reprieve for your bottled up anger and frustration.
âDonât worry, Iâm sure Professor Garlick will take good care of you.â You eventually said, your tone so bitter that it spoke volumes of what the reason for your bad mood really was. You stood up and excused yourself, leaving the class early.
Sebastian stared at you in confusion as you walked out of the greenhouse, holding his bitten hand to his chest with a grimace of pain still lingering on his face.
âI messed up.â Sebastian declared, burying his face in his hands for a moment, unable to focus on the open book in front of him.
âThat you did.â Ominis confirmed, his voice low enough to not be heard by anyone else.
âNo, I mean today.â He clarified, trying to remember what he felt was important to write down in his notebook just a minute ago. âSheâs clearly upset with me, sheâs been avoiding me since our Herbology class this morning and I have no idea why.â
âI may have a few ideas, I can make you a list if youâd like.â Ominis retorted. Sebastian was about to counter with a witty comment but no words came out of his mouth when he saw you walk in the Great Hall with two large books in your arms.
He met your gaze and attempted to smile at you but you remained stoic and cold as you made your way to their table, sitting in front of both of your friends but only smiling at Ominis. Which wasnât even fair since he couldnât even enjoy such a lovely sightâŠ
âHey, Ominis.â
âGood afternoon.â He greeted you back, letting a moment of silence go by before leaning in towards Sebastian. âYouâre right, sheâs upset.â
âOh, thanks for the heads up.â He groaned, sarcastically.
âMy pleasure.â
You opened your books to study without paying them any attention, already rapidly writing down some notes on a parchement. Sebastian couldnât help but stare at you, frustrated with your obvious disappointment in him but also hypnotized by your shirt, so tight over your voluminous breast that it left a gap between the buttons where the fabric was as stretched out as it could be.
âIs everything alright ?â He finally had the courage to ask you, struggling to peel his eyes away from the new curves of your body.
âFantastic.â You replied coldly, without even bothering to look at him.
âI can tell that you are upset. Just tell me whatâs wrong.â He insisted.
âNothing.â You said, in a tone that suggested the total opposite.
âPlease, Iâd love to hear what this idiot did to upset you⊠Again.â Ominis pleaded, which was an odd way of supporting his best - and only - friend but Sebastian decided to let it slide.
âThis idiot told me that I was becoming pretty huge this morning.â You snapped, glaring daggers in his direction. âAnd then, he proceeded to flirt with Professor Garlick during the whole class.â
âHave you ever heard of something called tact, Sebastian ?â Ominis sighed, shaking his head.
âI may have said that but it was just an observation, because your belly is showing more than what I thought it would in the beginning of your second trimester, thatâs it.â Sebastian justified, but by the way your jaw clenched, it wasnât helping diffuse the tension much. âAnd I did not flirt with Garlick.â
âYou always flirt with Garlick.â Ominis stated, without hesitation.
âAll the other guys do it, it doesnât mean anything.â
âMaybe, but youâre the one who turned it into a competition.â
âDonât you have somewhere else to be, Ominis ?â Sebastian asked, through clenched teeth.
âNo, my schedule is cleared for the rest of the day.â He responded, smugly.
âYouâre such aâŠâ Sebastian started but stopped himself when he noticed that you had left while he was arguing with Ominis. âCrap.â
âA⊠Crap ? Iâve heard more creative insults than that.â Ominis reacted but he ignored him, jumping to his feet to try to find you. He needed to make things right again because he couldnât stand knowing that you were upset, especially not when it was because of him.
He found you in the library, of course, hidden in an empty aisle with your books abandoned on the floor and an expression of hurt on your face that made his heart sink in his chest.
You slightly jumped when you saw him approaching, briefly meeting his gaze before pretending to look at a book on the shelf in front of you.
âIs Garlick really the problem ? Are you jealous of her ?â He asked, trying to be gentle but still managing to sound as if it was the most ridiculous thing he ever heard. â Itâs just a silly game between me and the other guys, nobody takes it seriously⊠Except Leander maybe.â
âWell, Garlick doesnât have a big belly and swollen ankles, does she ? And even if she did, sheâd probably still be pretty. Unlike me.â
âOh please, youâre the prettiest girl in this school and you know it.â Sebastian snapped back, without hesitation but you still felt too bad to accept the compliment and move on. Your feelings were so confusing that you couldnât help but need to pick up a fight, if only to let out some of your pant up anxiety and anger out.
âYou told me I was huge !â
âYeah, cause my baby is growing inside of you.â He justified, slightly too loud. He glanced around, making sure no one heard him before continuing with a lower voice. âTrust me, thereâs nothing more glorious to me than the way your shirt barely fits your chest anymore. Your whole body is changing, getting rounder and plump and itâs driving me crazy, I can barely focus on my homework and I can barely focus on my work because all I can think about is how badly I want to touch you, all the time.â
His gaze wandered down your uniform, as if to mark his point, while his eyes dangerously darkened at the sight of the very curves he was talking about. Something warm and fuzzy bloomed in your heart at his words, knowing from the way he looked at you - like he could devour you - that he was saying the truth.
He reached out to place a hand on your belly for the first time, his thumb gently stroking it over the fabric of your shirt. He stepped closer - a lot closer - and his eyes moved downwards to your chest, where your shirt was indeed stretched out by the impressive new size of your breasts.
In the dimly lit corner of the library, nestled between the towering shelves of dusty tomes, a sense of forbidden excitement began to swirl around you. With Scribnerâs desk out of sight, and the occasional cough from a nearby student serving as the only reminder of your surroundings, the tension between you grew thick enough to slice with a knife.
Sebastianâs eyes raked over your body, lingering on your round belly. His hand ghosted over the curve of your waist and he noticed how your cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson in reaction, your eyes filling with a hunger that probably mirrored his own.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart, the scent of old books mingling with your sweet perfume. His fingers danced over your swollen breasts, teasing the sensitive tips of your nipples through the fabric of your shirt until they stood at attention.
He felt your hands on his body, leaving a trail of electricity in their wake as they found their way to the very noticeable bulge in his pants. You firmly pressed your palm against it and it pulsed beneath your touch. The air grew heavy with desire, and the sound of his ragged breaths filled the otherwise quiet space.
He knew you both had to be careful; the risk of getting caught was part of the thrill. Scribner was known to patrol the aisles with the vigilance of a hawk, and the occasional rustle of pages or the squeak of a chair was enough to make his heart skip a beat.
He guided you between the dusty shelves, into the shadows of a more isolated corner, your bodies touching as he finally dared to press a kiss on your lips.
With a grin that was half mischief and half pure, unadulterated need, Sebastian knelt before you, your pregnant belly a gentle curve that led him down to the sweet promised land between your legs. He lifted your skirt up and pushed aside the damp fabric of your panties. His tongue darted out, tracing a path up your slit, teasing your clit with a flick that made you gasp. Your thighs trembled, and you leaned back against the cold wooden shelf behind you, your homework forgotten as he feasted on you. His mouth worked you in a symphony of pleasure, his tongue swirling around your swollen nub with an expertise that had your hips bucking towards him. Your hands tangled in his hair, urging him closer, your breath coming in sharp gasps.
He slid his fingers into your welcoming heat, stretching your walls and curling in a way that visibly sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body. He could tell that you were close from the tension in your muscles and the warmth coating his tongue⊠But he suddenly heard Scribnerâs footsteps growing closer, the sound of the rubber soles of her shoes a reminder of the world outside this bubble of lust.
Yet, rather than deterring him, it only spurred him on, encouraging him to drive you closer to the edge before someone might interrupt him and heâd lose his chance to redeem himself.
With a few more movements of his fingers and hungry flicks of his tongue, your orgasm crashed over you, your pussy convulsing around his digits. You bit your lower lip to keep quiet, but a soft moan still reached his ears, a satisfying sound that often haunted his sleepless nights.
He looked up at you, a smirk playing on his lips as he licked his fingers clean, leaving you breathless. He stood up, his hair tousled from the way you had tugged on it, wiping his mouth and chin, still glistening under the faint light of this corner of the library. Then, he helped you adjust your skirt and the thick shirt over your belly, trying to conceal it.
âDo I deserve forgiveness now ?â He asked you, a smug grin on his lips.
âYou do. But frankly, Iâm not even sure I was allowed to be upset about it in the first place. Itâs not like weâre together or anything. You have every right to avoid me if you want toâŠâ
âIâm not avoiding you. I just put all of my free time to good use and run errands for people, Iâm hoping to have enough money aside by summer to provide for the three of us until I can get a real job.â
âOh.â Was all you managed to say at first, visibly surprised by his response. âI didnât know that you were planning on helping out.â
âOf course I am.â He said, somewhat vexed. âOur baby will be the most spoiled kid in Feldcroft.â
âYou want us to live in Feldcroft ?â
âWell I figured it was a good starting point since Solomonâs house is mine now. But we can settle anywhere you want.â
âI like Feldcroft, I always thought it looked like a nice place to live in...â
Sebastian instantly felt relieved. He didnât have much to offer, but he was glad you werenât opposed to the one thing he could provide.
âI was thinking that maybe we could stay there for spring break in a few weeks, so that we might be able to keep the secret from your parents a bit longer and you could see if youâre comfortable in the house. We could get started on the nursery as well⊠Are you crying ? Did I say something wrong ?â
He leaned closer to brush a teardrop off of your cheek and you smiled at him through your tears.
âIt just⊠the hormones.â You justified, but he clearly didnât believe you and neither did you, your throat tight and your heart bursting with joy at his words. But before you could manage to tell him how much it meant to you that he wanted to take care of you and your baby, a student approached to look at the books on the shelf next to where you were standing, making it impossible to keep talking about the secret you shared with your best friend.
You both tried to pretend like nothing had happened as you walked out of the library, but Sebastian couldnât seem to fully conceal the cocky smile on his face, he felt slightly too proud of himself at the sight of your still slightly shaking legs and your adorably flushed cheeks, some lovely consequences of the intense pleasure he had managed to give you between the shelves.
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âOminis, you have to.â
âIâm not doing it!â he exclaimed. âWhat do you not get?â
âWould you rather die here?â Sebastian spat. âBecause if you donât, thatâs what will happen. And Iâve become rather fond of my life over these past few minutes.âÂ
âI refuse to use dark magic,â Ominis seethed. âYou of all people should understand, Sebastian!âÂ
âI donât understand why youâd let us die instead of casting one spell!â
He barked an incredulous laugh. âIt is not just one spell! God, youââ
âCan you do it?âÂ
Sebastianâs anger faltered for a moment when you spoke up, and he frowned when he saw you were looking at him. âWhat?âÂ
âCan you do it?â you repeated. âCan you cast the curse?âÂ
âIââ His mouth fell open and shut as he looked between you and Ominis, before they finally settled on you. ââI think so. Not well, butââ
âThen you can do it,â you said. âCast it on me, and weâll be out of this mess.â
Sebastianâs eyes widened as he said your name in disbelief. âYou canât be serious!â
You stared at him. âDo I look like Iâm joking?â
âYouâre being ridiculous,â Ominis cut in. âI know what it feels likeâyouâre not putting yourself through that. Weâll find another way.â
âThere is no other way.â You gestured at the letters on the ground, his auntâs last mark on the world. âYouâve got the answer right here, and a willing victim. What are you waiting for?â
Sebastian grimaced. âCalling yourself a victim isnât helping.â
âThe only reason youâre willing is because you donât know what youâre signing up for.â Ominisâs blank gaze pointed at the ground, but his sharp words hit you all the same. âItâs unimaginable, excruciating pain. Every one of your nerves exploding, your bones being crushed to dust, your blood turning to fire. You will never forget what it feels like.â
You crossed your arms, trying to ignore the chill settling over you. âWell, itâs either that or we sit around here until we die.â
âEven if he wanted toââ
âWhich I donât!â Sebastian cut in.Â
âHe would have to really mean it,â Ominis finished.Â
âAgain, which I donât!â he exclaimed.Â
âThat just means it wonât hurt as much,â you said. âShould take away some of your reservations.â
Sebastian huffed. âThere is something wrong with you.â
âAnd you were all for this when it would be Ominis casting it on me?â you asked, tilting your head.
âIâ I figured he would cast it on me!â His eyes widened. âIâ I could teach it to you, and you could cast it on me!â
âWill the two of you stop bickering?â Ominis asked. âItâs not making this any better.âÂ
âOf course,â you nodded. âSebastian will cast the Cruciatus Curse on me, and weâll be out of here. Okay?âÂ
Sebastian stared at you, your steely gaze having already met his. Youâd always been stubborn, unyieldingâheâd known it since you bested him in a duel in your first ever meeting.Â
Ravenclaw hardheadedness, he figured. Always assuming you knew best (you usually did), that you were right (you usually were), that you could handle whatever ended up in your path (you usually could).Â
And here you were, standing right in front of him, those determined eyes unwavering as you practically begged him to cast an Unforgivable Curse on you.Â
Did you know that he wasnât even sure he could cast it on you? Not just because it was near unthinkable, but because he had no idea if he could scrounge up enough ill will towards you to even partially want to hurt you.Â
Did you know that you were the reason heâd started doing better in classes? That, no matter how much he complained about your study sessions together, that he could have been doing something much more productive, he treasured every moment with you?Â
Did you even know that the mere thought of causing you pain made him want to retch? That, yes, he may very well choose death over imparting the torture curse on you?Â
Did you even know how he felt about you?Â
Sebastian pulled his wand out his robes, his grip tightening in an effort to stop his hand from shaking. âYouâre sure about this.âÂ
You nodded. âIt wonât leave any physical wounds. Itâll be over sooner than you know it.âÂ
He huffed as he glanced away. âYou shouldnât be the one reassuring me.âÂ
âI donât mind,â you shrugged. âJust⊠buy me a pint of butterbeer when we get out of here. Then weâll be square.âÂ
âYouâre not exactly aiming high,â Sebastian said wryly.Â
You smiled. âMy mum always told me it was the simple things. Now, do it before I lose my nerve.âÂ
He swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded, once, twice, three times as he adjusted his hold on his wand. He closed his eyes as he tried to remember the wand movement, but instead, he saw your face.Â
The first time he met you, when you embarrassed him in front of the whole class by beating him ina duel. When you asked him to take you to Hogsmeade for the first time, and you ended up taking down a trollâhow beautiful you looked with the glow of exertion beneath your skin, when you turned to him with the widest (and maybe first) smile heâd ever seen from you in the wake of your efforts.Â
How could he do something like this to you?
He pushed the doubt down. There was no other way. You wanted him to do itâwanted him to save them all from a very boring, very preventable death.Â
Something in the scriptorium could save Anne. That was worth anything.Â
Sebastian took in a deep breath. He brought forth every negative thoughtâthe goblin that cursed his sister, his housemates that believed in nothing but blood purity, his uncle that refused to believe in him, refused to even try to save Anne.Â
None of it to do with you, who had done nothing but support him since you helped him up from the ground after pummeling him into it, but he tried to project it onto you anyways.Â
He raised his wand.Â
He opened his eyesâyour gaze hadnât moved. They showed no fear, no anger, no emotion at all but steely determination.Â
âCrucio!âÂ
Red light arced from his wand to your body. You crumpled to your knees the instant the spell reached you, skull-splintering screams echoing throughout the small room as the curse wrapped its way around you.Â
Your scarf fell from your neck, your robes pooled around you, your knees and palms scraped the stone as you tried to support yourself in any way. Your agonized wails were deafening, and Sebastian nearly lost it right then and there, nausea rising in his throat. Ominisâs blank, widened gaze fell on the wall, his hands clenched into fists as he fought to keep his expression even.Â
You were one of the strongest people Sebastian knew. Always infallible, always so smart, so level headed in the face of his impulsivity. Naturally gifted at magic, and somehow willing to tolerate him. And heâd been forced to reduce you to this.Â
But it worked. Your screams of pure torment unlocked something in Salazar Slytherinâs sick design, and the door of tortured faces pulsed with red energy before sliding into the stone.Â
Sebastian rushed over the moment the door started to open, his wand falling from his grasp in his haste and his eyes wide with fear and concern. He went to touch you, but stopped just before he couldâhe didnât want to hurt you more. Your entire body rose and fell with your beleaguered breaths as you rolled on your side, your every movement labored.Â
âIâm so sorry,â he breathed. âIâ Iâm so sorry. Are you okay?â
You couldnât respond, the pain still arcing its way through your body despite the curse being done. You inhaled sharply as your eyes screwed shut, and you nodded.Â
âYouâre clearly not okay.â The slight waver in Ominisâs voice betrayed his unaffected stature. âThat was remarkably stupid.â
âOminisââ Sebastian started, but you shook your head.Â
âIt worked,â you interrupted as you lifted a shaky hand to point at the now revealed scriptorium. âCouldnât⊠couldnât be too stupid⊠could it?â
âThere is something wrong with you,â he whispered. You could only manage a pained laugh at his words.Â
Sebastian stayed there with you as you fought through the last few convulsionsâhe said nothing when you grabbed his hand, bit back his wince when you squeezed tighter than a vice. After what you just went through, he could bear something so small.Â
Your breathing was still labored when he finally helped you up. Your legs nearly collapsed beneath you, but he kept you upright.Â
âYouâre okay,â he whispered, desperate to reassure you. âYouâ youâre okay.â
âI told you I would be,â you said.Â
âYou did,â he conceded. âI keep forgetting youâre always right.âÂ
He got the slightest smile from you at that. Sebastian glanced over when he heard footsteps, and he saw Ominis approaching. His whole body still held a tenseness, but he was sure it was for a different reason this time.Â
ââŠYou took that well,â he finally said, and he held out your scarf.Â
Again, another laugh and another wince. âI really didnât. But thank you.âÂ
You reached for the scarf, but Sebastian got to it first. He gently draped it around your neck, taking special care to keep the Ravenclaw emblem in the front. You had a lot of pride in your house.Â
âHowâs that?â he asked softly.Â
âPerfect,â you nodded. âThank you.âÂ
He nodded too, and Ominis cleared his throat. Sebastian turned back to him, his cheeks tinted slightly pink. Ominis held his wand, and he took it back before shoving it back into his robes. Casting any sort of spell felt dirtied right now.Â
âThank you,â he said. âI⊠Iâm sorry about all this.âÂ
ââŠThank you,â Ominis echoed. âLetâs just get out of here before any more of Slytherinâs tricks find us.âÂ
âNo arguments here,â you mumbled.Â
Ominis walked in, and though your eyes followed him, you lingered back with Sebastian. He still supported you, one of his arms interlocked with yours. A part of him was worried that you would collapse again the second he stepped away. He could feel your chilled skin even through your robesâno wonder you always wore your scarf. You ran colder than a mermaid.Â
âIâm so sorry,â Sebastian said quietly.Â
âYou already said that.âÂ
âBecause itâs true,â he said. âThese curses are unforgivable for a reason. You never should have had to go through this.âÂ
âWell, I forgive you,â you said. âWe had no choice, and I asked you to do it. And,â you gave him a wry look, âit didnât hurt that much, so you clearly didnât mean it.âÂ
He couldnât even laugh at thatâhe kept hearing your piercing screams, agony beyond all reason. He would surely hear them for weeks to come in his sleep, see your prone form every time he closed his eyes.Â
He felt you nudge him in the side. âHey. Perk up. Iâm okay. Besides,â you gave him a sideways smile, âRowena would be proud. Anything in the name of knowledge, eh?âÂ
That got the slightest of smiles out of him, and he shook his head. âThereâsââÂ
âSomething wrong with me, I know. Thatâs the third time today.â You tilted your head towards the scriptorium. âNow, shall we get what we suffered for?âÂ
Sebastian nodded, and the two of you walked in, him still supporting you. Ominis had already made his way up the stairsâhe really did want to get out as soon as possible. You had your wand in your free hand and had already murmured a quick Revelio, eyes darting around in an effort to unearth any secrets.Â
âThat brain of yours never stops, does it?âÂ
Your lips quirked. âNever.âÂ
Another beat of silence as you searched the alcoves together. He couldnât help but watch youâyou were a Ravenclaw in her natural habitat. Your brow creased just so, your pretty features honed to a single point of focus, cycling through all your thoughts at breakneck speed despite what you just went through. It made his heart swell with something he couldnât quite name, right beside a gnawing hole filled with guilt. Â
âI really do owe you a pint,â Sebastian murmured. Â
You laughed. Lighter, this time, and with only the slightest grimace. âMake that two.âÂ
A smile crossed his lips without him even thinking. Sebastian was so glad he had you in his lifeâhe was only sorry he had to wait until fifth year.Â
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