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moonyeyedstar · 3 months

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Be Mine- Professor Lupin x Reader Smut

*18+* *not proofread*

You had had a crush on Professor Lupin for the longest time. Recently you felt as if you two could not take your eyes off each other during class. You would always catch him looking at you for too long but whenever you met his eyes he would look away. You knew you were being silly playing it all up in your head but, Valentine’s Day was coming up and you wanted to get him something to see how he would react. It was a Hogsmeade weekend so you went out with your friends and got the special Valentine’s Day chocolates they had at Honeydukes to give to Professor Lupin. Your friends kept asking who they were for but you brushed them off saying you just wanted them for yourself. You were too embarrassed to admit you had a crush on your professor.

Valentine’s Day rolled around quickly. You went to defense with the chocolates in your bag. You spent the entire lecture a bit on edge, nervous about being rejected but your nerves calmed a bit every time you caught him with his eyes fixed on you. The way he looked at you made your heart race. At the end of class, everyone began to file out quickly. You had a free period so your friends did not question why you took your time and left without you. You nervously shuffled through your bag pretending to look for something while you gained the courage to give him the chocolates.

“Everything alright, Y/n?” Professor Lupin watched you fumble with your bag. The way he said your name made your cheeks grow red.

“Yes, Sir,” you nodded and looked up at him. “Today is Valentine’s Day, Professor.” He let out a chuckle and smiled a bit at you.

“I know, Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/n. Got any plans with your friends for later or with someone special?” His eyes roamed your body but he caught himself and pretended to shuffle through papers on his desk. He wanted you and the thought of you spending Valentine’s Day with someone made him jealous and he hated that. He knew how wrong it was for him to fancy his student.

“Not any yet, there is someone who I am hoping to spend it with.”

“Oh that’s nice,” he smiled a bit but on the inside, he was frustrated and fighting himself to make you his.

“Well Professor, it’s just that I don’t know if he likes me back, you see how do I go about it without completely embarrassing myself?”

He swallowed hard, “You should just go and ask him, any guy would be lucky to have a girl like you.” He meant it.

“You really think so?” He just nodded in response and looked down. He could not look at you the way he was, with a burning desire. You took this as your chance to make your move. You approached his desk and placed the heart-shaped box filled with chocolates on his desk. He stared down at them for a minute in disbelief.

“Y/n?” He looked up at you and down at the chocolates.

“I hope you like them Professor,” you started. He did not know what to do. A part of him wanted to rip your clothes off and make you his right then and there but he knew it was so wrong.

“Y/n… I am your Professor this is highly inappropriate.”

“Oh…” you felt as if you were kicked in the stomach, “I am so sorry, Sir,” you quickly grabbed your bag to head for the door. “I just- I would catch you looking at me and I was so dumb to think that it was because you liked me in that way I am so sorry Professor.” His face softened. He felt guilty. You left for the door and hand your hand on the knob ready to turn it but he stopped you.

“Y/n, wait.” You turned back to look at him but your eyes welled with tears. “I do look at you in that way, you are not dumb,” he starts.

“Oh?” you sniffle and walk back to him slowly.

“But just because I may feel a certain way towards you does not make it okay. This is wrong, so so wrong. The glances I make at you, the way I think about you, the way that we are even having this conversation. All of it is wrong.”

“But Sir,” you walked over to his side of the desk. “If I really like you and you like me back, how is it wrong, and it is not like anyone would ever know. It would be totally innocent.” He stared at you, his eyes already undressing you.

“The things I want to do to you are not innocent,” he muttered.

“Well then show me, Professor,” you slid your hand down his chest to his belt. He froze for a second but his need for you took over, you turned him into an animal.

“Fuck,” he growled and pushed you back by your hips pressing you against the edge of his desk. He held you in place with his hips, his erection growing against you. “If you want me to stop darling say so because I will not be going easy on you,” he said into your ear. Your breath hitched at his dominance; all you could do was nod. You have been dreaming about this moment. He leaned down to kiss your neck, resting his hands on your hips to pull you in closer. Goosebumps prickled over your skin and held him by his belt. He was not rock hard against you. You tilted your head back to give him better access. He kissed wet, sloppy kisses all over your neck. You began to ache between your thighs. Your clit was burning and the only thing you could do was squeeze your thighs together for friction. He bit down on your neck before sucking your skin up through his teeth and rolling his tongue over it leaving a throbbing hickey. You slipped your hand down to palm him over his trousers. He let out a deep ungodly groan and pulled off of your neck. You winced a bit and looked up at him but he wasn’t staring down at you with the usual soft and tender look he usually has when he steals glances at you in class, his eyes were dark and full of lust. He began tearing your clothes off, he tossed your robe aside and loosened your tie before he undid all your buttons revealing your pink lace bra. He took a couple of seconds to stare at you, “God you’re beautiful,” he mumbled to himself before slipping his hands under your skirt and pulling your matching panties off. He threw your panties in an open desk drawer and ran his finger down your slick folds making you whimper. In one swift movement, he lifted you and placed you on the desk before dropping to his knees and spreading you open in front of him. You were flushed, being on display for him, a part of you was getting self-conscious as no one had ever seen you like this before, he was studying you, the way your cunt was dripping and throbbing before him. You nervously held your breath and watched gawked at you. “What a pretty pussy, Y/n,” he looked up at you. You just started back at him, you felt dazed. “How many lucky men got to taste you before my darling?” His thumb ran circles on your clit making your hips buck but his other hand forced them down.

“No one, Sir,” you choked out, unable to keep a steady breath.

“No one?” he chuckled and cocked a brow, “Lucky me,” he slipped his pointer finger into your cunt and your walls clung to him, throbbing around his finger before he pulled it out making you whine. “So, so, tight,” he teased, “and how many got to fuck this tight little cunt of yours?” He asked before sucking your juices off his finger.

“No one, Sir,” you repeated, your heart pounding in your chest. You were so worked up you were dripping onto his desk.

“Oh, baby, I don’t know if you’ll be able to handle my cock,” he cooed and began to undo his trousers, dropping them to the ground along with his boxers, his erection springing free. God, he was so fucking big. You swallowed hard at the sight of him, you stared but how could you not? Maybe he was right, maybe you wouldn’t be able to handle him, but you sure as hell were gonna take all that you could.

“I can take it,” you rushed out in a breath not wanting him to backtrack. He let out a low teasing chuckle and pumped himself with his tip pressed against your core.

“So needy,” he teased, “I think I need to stretch you out first my darling.” He replaced his tip with two fingers and pumped them in and out slowly.

“Oh fuck,” you threw your head back. You had never been able to pleasure yourself with your own fingers. He pumped and curled his fingers in and out of you and you stretched around them. After a couple of minutes, he added a third finger. You sucked in a sharp breath and tightened around them. Your clit was throbbing and begging to be touched, you snaked your hand down and began to rub circles on your clit. The added stimulation made your stomach tighten.

“Oh, darling, look at you, touching yourself,” he pumped his fingers harder and your walls fluttered around him.

“Oh Professor,” you moaned, ready to cum but in an instant you had lost it. He had pulled his fingers out and had them in his mouth already making you lose your orgasm. You stared at him with wide eyes.

“I want you to cum on my cock, baby, do you think you’re ready to take my cock?”

“Y-Yes,” you moaned breathlessly. Your professor lined himself up and slowly pressed his tip into you. You gasped and winced at the way he stretched you open, “Oh Professor Lupin!” He slowly buried himself into your cunt. Your walls were twitching around him. You felt a mixture of pleasure and pain as he filled you up. He stayed still for a couple of minutes to give you time to adjust to his length. You shuffled your hips and looked up at him when you were ready, wanting more. He smirks down at you and slowly begins to rock his hips into you. “Merlin! Oh Professor! You’re so big!”

“Fuck, Y/n, I love how you moan for me,” he grunts and grips your hips and begins to pound into you hard but at a slower pace. You are a moaning mess for him, your body twitching every time he fills you up completely. Your hips writhe with his. You felt so overcome with pleasure it was hard for you to remember how much it hurt before. You were pushing against his thrusts wanting all of him that you could take. The sound of smacking flesh filled the room. He kept his eyes glued to you loving the way your face tensed and your eyes fluttered with your moans making you a bit nervous to be under his stare. “Does it make you nervous when I stare?”

“Y-Yes,” you whimpered and nodded.

“Good,” he smirked and pounded into you relentlessly. The same familiar knot forms in the pit of your stomach.

“S-So c-clo-ose-e” you choked through a shattered breath.

“Cum for me darling,” he moans fucking into you mercilessly.

“Oh Professor Lupin!” You cried out as you came all over his cock. Your body shaking under his. You felt your professor’s cock twitch inside you and his hips stutter before he spilled his seed inside you, filling you up. Your body felt limp and hot and you held yourself up by gripping his shoulders. He caressed your thighs as you both panted to catch your breath. He pulled away and you two began to dress yourselves in silence. You rebuttoned your top and fixed your tie. When you stood your skirt fell back down but you reached into the desk drawer to grab your panties.

“What do you think you are doing?” Professor Lupin's voice stung out from the broken silence.

“What?” You worried and snapped your head to see him.

“You cannot have those back, those are mine now, you are mine now.” Your heart did a flip and you could only nod.

“I’d love to be yours, Professor,” you blushed and pulled your skirt down lower to account for your lack of panties.

“Good,” he smirked. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/n/”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Professor,”

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hollowwrites · 4 months

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Blindsided

Ominis x MC

Part 15

Summary - Ominis has become sick of Sebastian’s possession of the dorm room and has temporarily moved into the Undercroft. Finally…some privacy…

Again feel free to swap Evelyn with MC or Y/N

Warnings - 🌶️ Fingering, Female masturbation, Mild Choking, Biting, Praise Kink (If you squint) the word gusset (I know some people hate it) all characters aged up 18+

Sorry if this seems really awkward. I personally hate smut that is written just a bit too smoothly. If I’m writing two people’s first time…it’s going to be awkward and slow. Sorry if that’s not what you’re into. Fair play to people who wrote smut I am deffo a fluff gal. Sorry if this is bad. No one look at me!!!

Word Count - 6173

“Thought I’d find you here”

Ominis raised his head as though it weighed a tonne when he heard Evelyn walk into the Undercroft.

As normal when Ominis occupied the space, a faint piano could be heard from somewhere within the cluttered room. The smell of tea filled the cavernous space and the singular large chair he favoured had been pulled into a more central position, as though he were looking over the Triptych like a window.

Obviously he wasn’t.

But none of that really registered with Evelyn.

What concerned her currently was the way he flinched when she entered. Like she’d startled him.

“Hmmm, were you looking for me?” He asked lazily pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Oh…only all my life” she whispered scared to shatter the peaceful ambiance he had created.

He exhaled a laugh as she approached him her hands finding his shoulders and kneading softly into the harsh panels of his shoulder blades.

It had been a few weeks since the last trial and Sebastians attempts to try and solve the Mystery of the spider egg had been fruitless. It had gotten to be a bit too much, the boys dorm now covered in silk and arachnids from his initial attempts to solve its puzzle…Arachnids or Acromantulas, they’re weren’t entirely sure.

But all Sebastian was left with was an empty room full of spiders and an exasperated friend sick of pulling webbing from his hair.

Each night he attempted to resolve it but so far to no avail. And finally, after weeks of arachnid related torture, Sebastian finally asked everyone for help.

Ominis agreed, of course, on the condition that he would not be returning to the dorms until the trail was done. And only after every last eight legged demon had been purged from the halls.

So for now he resided in the Undercroft, a makeshift bed tucked under the Triptych, all blankets and pillows and no mattress.

Not that it was unusual for Ominis to sleep soundly in uncomfortable locations.

“Did I startle you? That’s very unlike you” Evelyn mused, softly digging into his shoulders. A long exhausted moan left his lips and his eyes closed slowly as she did.

“Sorry I wasn’t paying attention…I haven’t been sleeping” Evelyn opened her mouth to fuss, to ask the inevitable string of questions she usually did upon hearing that. He waved her off dismissively “Don’t worry not nightmares…been trying to figure out the next trial for Sebastian”

“I see…” her hands reached a standstill at the apex of his shoulders and as she did, he reached up, soothingly, brushing across her knuckles until a familiar dull poking, pricked his fingertips.

He smiled wistfully.

”You’re wearing my ring” he said mutedly

“Of course I am…It’s beautiful”

“You don’t have to…” he adds, though in a much quieter voice; not quite a whisper, but close.

“I know I don’t have to…but you gave it to me. It means something” she replied in kind, her tone matching his. Filled with love and adoration.

He smiles softly, taking her wrist between his fingers and pulling her around to his front. He rested his forehead against her stomach and sighed.

It was as though he was pulling her in for strength, using her warmth and affection to fuel him. And for what it was worth, it worked. He pulled away moments later, a charming albeit lopsided smile on his face. He rose from his chair, taking her hand effortlessly and looped his arm around her waist.

“Dance with me…” he demanded in a soft tone

“Is that how you ask?” He had already spun her around slowly, bringing her back to his chest as she said this. The smile on her face oozed into her words making her argument…completely moot.

��Oh…I apologise profusely” he said sounding not the least bit sorry. He took one long step backwards, heels clicking together as he bowed deeply. Somehow, his eyes never left hers…

“Please…” the word was lithe as it slithered from his lips and into her ears, sending a shiver down her spine. He chuckled before continuing; “May I have this dance?”

“Hmm…” she took a step forward as he rose back to his towering height. “Do I have a choice?”

“I’m afraid not, dear”

Despite his words, and despite the distinct almost predatory look in his eyes…he extended a hand to her.

The slight twitch of his fingers commanded her attention, and though she would never deny him, there was a pull towards him. Like destiny…or fate.

If one believes in such things.

She took his hand, though her fingers glided along his palm, wrist and forearm up to his shoulder as she tucked herself into him. She wanted to tell him to wipe the smirk of his face, but something about the curl of his lip…the smallest display of teeth as his smirk grew wider…

He looked…

…happy.

The eagerness at which he grabbed her waist was queue enough for Evelyn. She took his other hand gently in hers whilst his arm pulled impossibly closer. It had hooked itself just below her ribs and with his domineering height, pulled her almost off the floor entirely. She giggled softly, her toes the only thing keeping her grounded as their chests met.

Slowly, and with a more intimate nature than he showed her in the Common Room, he lead her across the desolate chamber.

Every now and then, he would stop to kiss her hand. Each time he paused, the kiss became less and less chivalrous.

First it was her hand, then her cheek, then his head stooped low so they could dance cheek to cheek.

And suddenly, he was nuzzling her neck, his nose drawing long arduous lines across her jaw.

Ominis took in a deep breath; her scent fuelling him further and made his eyes go glassy.

He strode forward, dipping her low causing her head to tilt back as he held her horizontal to the floor.

His hand splayed supportively across the small of her back, thumb stroking across her waist. His warm breath ghosted across her neck.

The sharp inhale from her lips snapped him out of his reverie. He gently shook his head and pulled her back to her feet, his hands sturdy as they held onto her waist just a touch too tightly.

His eyes remained fixed on her and unlike the usual calm pools she’d gaze lovingly into…

Two darkening wells stared back at her.

”How is it you never seem to fumble for my hands? You always seem to know exactly where I am….no matter what” she shifted uncomfortably under his direct eye contact.

She did want to know…it was a question she had on her mind for the longest time. But right now she just needed to move his gaze.

It wasn’t like he made her uncomfortable. It was the way he looked at her.

As she swayed, so did he.

As she leaned in closer, so did he.

It was one of an embarrassingly long list of things he did that caused her stomach to twist and turn.

And it was like he knew that too.

The look of calm and content happiness faded with the blink of an eye, replaced with this twinkle she rarely saw in Ominis.

She saw it almost daily in Garreth and Sebastian…but Ominis?

His devious nature wound the knot forming, tighter.

What is he concocting?

“Honestly?…” He started “…I’m not sure. Best I can come up with is my magic advances my sense of Proprioception, past what a normal person has”

“Pre…prop…what?” Evelyn tilted her head and he mimicked her, almost like he was proving a point.

“Proprioception…” he chuckled and the twinkle in his eye flared once more. “…let me show you”

He stepped away from her, his long fingers reaching up to undo the knot of his tie.

The last thing she saw before he wrapped the soft, silken material around her eyes was his wide, devilish smirk.

“Can you see?” He asked, amusement heavy in his voice.

“Not a great deal…” she muttered and lifted the tie slightly to peer at him. He paced back and forth in front of her before he disappeared just off to her right and behind her.

“No cheating…” Ominis scolded softly, plucking her wrist away from her body and keeping it there, letting the silken blindfold fall back to place.

“Do you see how you know where your arm is despite not seeing it?” He twirled her around as he had in the dance before and she gasped.

This is what he experienced on a daily basis and she can’t handle it for less than a minute.

It drove her insane.

She trusted him implicitly but the idea of him being in completely control of her in that moment…

…her stomach suddenly felt hollow and her lungs empty.

“That’s Proprioception, the sense of knowing where your body is in relation to itself” he let her arm fall back down to her side but not before kissing this inside of her wrist. She gasped again listening intently to the click of his heel against the stone as he started to circle her.

”Mine is just a little stronger. It extends beyond myself…things around me. So I can see you in front of me and so long as you don’t move…” he was silent for a beat, her breath catching when his voice was suddenly right next to her ear “…too quickly…I know where you are. What you’re doing…”

His words felt heavy as though they carried more meaning than a simple explanation of his abilities.

“I can focus it too like duelling. It’s much stronger if I have my wand” he continued casually, like the breathe upon her neck and his words weren’t setting her stomach ablaze.

He had to know.

He knew everything else

“I…see” she muttered shakily, her hands twitching to remove the blindfold. Once again, he caught her fingers, entwining them with his own, his chest flush with her back. He held their combined hands against her stomach whilst he pulled her hair from her shoulder. His finger danced across her skin as he did so.

She took in a sharp intake of air through her mouth, her lips seemed constantly parted as though she anticipated him kissing her.

Maybe it was wishful thinking.

He remained stationed behind her, his hand falling to her waist, feeling the steadily increasing rise and fall of her breathing against her ribs. His breath was warm against her neck and she could feel his lips against her ear as he breathed.

But…Ominis was a gentleman. And so released her, rather abruptly, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You know…” she whispered, a devious plan forming as she pulled the tie from her eyes.

He was showing marvellous levels of restraint.

Restraint she no longer had

Because of him…

“…‘Mystery Man’ still hasn’t asked me to the ball”

“Oh I know…” he grumbled, his voice low and strained.

“It’s starting to feel a little like no one wants to go with me” she sighed overly dramatically and took a step closer to him. His eyes went wide when he felt her getting nearer and nearer…until he could feel the heat of her chest against his.

He chuckled heavily.

“I don’t know. There was that Durmstrang…” he brushed some hair behind her ear, resisting every urge to pull at the strands and pull the noises he’d heard too few times. “…I think he learnt his lesson though. And there’s Prewett, but I think he knows better. It seems at least there’s some semblance of a brain between those ears”

Ominis laughed…darkly. It caused vibrations to emanate through both of their chests and he pulled away to ‘gaze’ down at her.

“I wonder why no one has asked me?” She pondered putting on the most saccharin, overly innocent tone.

“Probably because…” he growled out pushing forward slightly so their noses almost touched. He took in a calm breath “…they know you’re mine…”

“Have you staked your claim on me?” She whispered back, lips dangerously close to his to the point they brushed delicately against the full flesh of his bottom lip. “Because I don’t remember you asking…”

“I don’t need to ask…no one will take what is mine” his voice like music dancing it’s way across her skin but it sounded almost painful. The restraint he currently showed was…waning. “…I may no longer be a part of that family but…Gaunts are known for being quite possessive” His fingers brushed up her arms to cup her face, his fingers trembling against her cheek.

“Yes…of artifacts and trinkets…not really people”

“I’ve just found a different kind of treasure I wish to hoard away for myself”

“Stop…” she said sternly but playfully “Flattery will get you no where”

“Won’t it? Then why is that hummingbird of a heart of yours rattling agaisnt its cage” he whispered against the shell of her ear.

“Ominis…”

“Yes?”

“Kiss me…”

“I…I can’t…” he groaned his hands dropping to her waist, fingernails digging into flesh there as though he was physically keeping himself back

“You need to get off me before I do something…” his voice trailed off, low and husky. And filled with an emotion she’d not heard from him much before. He sounded…embarrassed

“What if I want you to do something?” She urged trying to sound level headed and calm, though she sounded whiney and needy as the words came from her lips.

His head dropped to her shoulder, as it often did when he sought comfort. His lips remained a breath away from her neck, trembling at the temptation to just sink his teeth in.

But that was selfish.

And that’s what he wanted.

He wanted to make her happy. Make her feel loved. Make her feel…

“I don’t know what I’m doing…” he confessed against her skin.

“Nor do I…” she whispered back, her hand reaching up to trace tiny intricate patterns across his back. She hoped they were talking about the same thing, she hoped he wanted this to.

She hoped she wasn’t making a fool of herself…

“It’s not that simple” he sighed and rested his full weight against her shoulder. “You can see. You’ll know when you’re…doing something I like. And there’s only so much books can teach someone with my…disadvantage” his face buried further into to her neck and hair. Like he was trying to hide away.

“Do you have any idea how frustrating, how much it pains me, to have you within inches of me and all I can do…is this?”

This was strange.

Normally he was quite confident with his abilities. Not moments ago he showed off how he saw the world around him with almost arrogant levels of confidence. Most of the time she forgot he was even blind, with how capable and independent he was.

But maybe this all felt a bit much. A bit too real.

Then suddenly she felt guilty for trying to coax him further.

“We don’t have to go any further than y-“ she started before his head snapped back up to look down at her, shaking his head over and over.

“No no no no no that’s not what I’m…I definitely do. If you do that is. I’m just…apprehensive” he tripped and stumbled over his words, trying to get her to understand his unique predicament.

Then her mind spiralled to how she had helped him in the past, how she’d taught him Herbology and Potions techniques, shown him the texture of materials, guided his hand when he needed it.

And her heart sank as an idea formed in her mind.

“Ominis, Do you want to try…being intimate…with me?” She asked shakily, her hands snaking up his arm to cup his cheeks, imploring that he listen to her. Thank Merlin he was blind, or perhaps her cheeks may have blinded him with how hot they were glowing.

“Desperately…” A dry, humourless laugh left him “…it’s practically all I have thought about since the First Trail…but”

“But…” she interrupted “…I have an idea”

She took a step away from him, his head quirked curiously to the right as he sought her out. It wouldn’t take him long, her fingers gently took his and she pulled him towards the armchair he normally resided in.

“Do you remember that Divination assignment? The palm reading?” She asked gently taking his hand and absentmindedly tracing over the lines on his hand. As she did he muttered softly to himself…

“Heart Line…Life Line…Fate line…”

He recited with perfect accuracy, though that lesson was weeks ago.

Then everything clicked and his cheeks burned hotter than he’d ever felt. Or that she’d ever seen.

“Are you…suggesting you can…show me how to…” Ominis’ words were careful and calculated. He’d come this far, he wasn’t ruining everything on a simple misunderstanding.

“It’s what other couples do…” She reasoned, suddenly feeling dirty or sordid for even thinking such a thing “…Only their method is trail and error and ours would just be a little more-”

“…Hands on” he smirked.

Bastard…how is he always so…so…

“Ugh…” Evelyn groans pulling her hand away from his palm and covering her face. “…It’s all just so unromantic now I think about it” she muffled from the sanctuary behind her hands.

“Oh don’t worry…” his long fingers looped around her wrists pulling them away and to her side. He took a step closer to her, his head bowed low to meet her gaze if she wished “…I have romance covered. That’s not what I’m worried about. I just need to know you’re okay with this”

As he spoke, his thumb drew tiny circles across her palm. It was almost as though they were dancing again.

“I am…” she breathed.

The smile he then wore was unlike any she had seen before. It had a softness to it initially. Like he was pleased she trusted him and she couldn’t help but mirror it. But then the longer they stood there, swaying slightly, the harder it grew. An edge to lips she hadn’t even seen when he’d pushed her against his bed.

And whereas last time there was a nervous, sickly feeling in her gut, now there was just…need.

Want.

He spun her again as he had earlier though instead of pulling her back to the exact same position, this time he pulled her so her back pressed against his chest.

“I’m so glad you suggested this, Evelyn.” He murmured over the shell of her ear, his fingers combing the hair from one side of her neck to the other.

“I am a fast learner. I’ve already learned what you like and what you don’t like…” she could feel his breath against her neck as he whispered down to her, his cheek nuzzling against the side of her face.

“For example…”

The smug smirk that tugged at his lips was so blatant in his voice.

And before Evelyn could question him, or combat him or flirt back gently as she usually would…

His teeth dug into the flesh of her neck, just below her ear.

She bit into her lip to stop the gasp from ripping from her. But he must have known. Must’ve heard the restraint in the hitch of her breath, or the way her shoulder squared in his arms. Because his teeth pulled back and he lapped against the divots he left behind. He licked broadly up her neck to her earlobe, making her shiver. And once again his teeth were against her as he grinned.

“Don’t silence yourself…please” he purred “I need to hear you. I need to know…”

“I understa-aaah!” She choked out. His lips closed around her earlobe, suckling softly before letting it go.

“Good…” he praised and even that sent a shiver down her spine. “…you must tell me if you don’t like something…”

It felt a little like he was trying to demonstrate what he meant. Like the next thing he did, he almost expected her to say no.

But she didn’t…

And she wanted more.

His fingers came up from her waist to undo the bow around her collar. When it fell away, he tossed it to the side like it offended him. Like he had some sort of vendetta against anything that kept him from her.

Then his hands were everywhere again. One tugged at the collar he had freed whilst the other moved towards the buttons of her blouse, again freeing more of her soft flesh for him to devour.

The moment her shoulder was available his lips found it, mapping across her skin.

And she was fine for the moment.

Her breathing fast and shallow as she enjoyed his attentions but she was fine.

Calm.

Collected.

Then his lips brushed over the sensitive area between her neck and shoulder and she gasped under her breath. A tiny soft sigh of pleasure that not even she was certain she made.

But he heard…

And in response his teeth dug harshly into the muscle. And she crumpled and fell against him with a loud and needy whimper.

She felt him grin, though his teeth still sunk in. Then his cheeks hollowed and the pressure against her neck felt divine.

“Ominis…” she whimpered and pressed against him.

“Too much?” he murmured as his lips left her neck with a sinful pop.

“Not enough…” Evelyn murmured, barely able to get the words out before his teeth were on her again.

Everything ramped up.

The pressure at her neck, the speed of his fingers on her blouse. Not even he could keep up with himself as he ripped a button from the fabric, pulling it from her shoulder.

The button pinging off and cascading to the floor broke something in Ominis and he groaned.

Deep and guttural from his chest.

She felt it vibrate through her back, arching against him to feel more.

That’s when her leg stumbled back and she felt a hardened bulge press against her rear.

The tiniest amount of friction that must have put against him caused him to growl, his fingernails digging into the flesh of her stomach as his hands started to explore under her shirt.

She inhaled sharply.

And her hand flew to her wand, tucked haphazardly in her waistband, directing it towards the Undercrofts entrance.

“Colloportus” she whimpered and the light at the tip of her wand fizzled out.

Ominis’ tore himself from her neck with a groan.

“What are you doing?” He asked but his voice was heavy, husky, heady.

“I’m not having a repeat of last time…” she murmured, staring at her wand in confusion. She shook her wrist and tried again…

…as Ominis’ hand drifted lower, his fingertips delving just under her waistband.

“Collo-portus” she gasped once again the spell failing as she muttered the incantation incorrectly.

Ominis just laughed besides her ear.

“Am I rendering you speechless? Powerless?” He purred, his other hand wrapping around her.

That hand hadn’t yet touched her skin. It had remained somewhat reserved, tugging at her clothes. So when it graced the skin of her chest it was significantly cooler than his other, forcing a gasp from her lips and her skin to pucker and tingle with goosebumps.

“You’re…” she started with a flash of venom in her voice, wanting to be frustrated at him. “…just stop a second. Let me lock the gates…” she breathed.

He chuckled darkly and removed his hands from her holding them up in surrender.

“Apologies, my love.”

“You’re not sorry…” she muttered and shrugged her blouse back over her shoulder, approaching the gate with a death glare.

She tried several times to lock the gates to no avail. Her hands kept shaking, her voice breaking. And just as she was about to give up and do it the ‘old fashioned muggle way’, the mechanisms in the gate forced themselves closed with a heavy ‘clunk’.

When she turned, Ominis was sat casually in his armchair, wand extended to the gate with a smarmy grin on his lips.

She approached once again muttering under her breath.

“Shut up…”

“Oh don’t be like that…” he crooned smoothly “…I like that I’ve affected you in such a way.”

His wand twirled between his fingers as she approached and she stood before him, pouting rather obviously. He simply chuckled and tapped his lap.

“Sit…”

His commanding tone sent a shiver up her spine and her knees buckled, bending to perch upon his thigh, despite her bratty and frustrated disposition.

His arm snaked around her waist and he pulled her back again, flush to his chest. His other hand lifted her knee to rest upon his, repeating the process for her other leg as he slipped it over his own.

Then as he spread his own legs, pulling and parting her along too, a startled little mewl left her.

“Tell me to stop…” he whispered against her ear, his hand stilling against her waist

“I don’t want you to…” she breathed shakily, arching into him and once again feeling that pulsing heat pressing into her.

“You’re shaking…” he stated as though it were a reason for him to cease his tormenting.

“That’s not necessarily a bad thing”

“Oh I know…” he smirked against her neck. “…I just wanted to hear you admit it”

He knew he was probably being overconfident. But that’s what Ominis did best. He was blessed with a silver tongue and so he would use it.

So far it was working.

Each gruff grumble from his lips sent a wave of goosebumps over her skin, and his fingers followed.

She shivered and this time they prickled along her stomach where his fingers lay dormant. It shot a pulse through him, his fingers twitching back to life to explore her.

Feel her.

He was learning so much.

He already knew about the scar across her waist, he thought perhaps she would flinch when his digits brushed across them but…she was moaning again.

Her marred skin was…sensitive.

So very…very sensitive.

Then he recalled she had another. Another Sebastian had given her deep in that Scriptorium across her heart.

What a perfect excuse to test his hypothesis.

He bought his hand up and over her clothed breasts, that simple act itself causing her to shudder and whine.

So what would happen if I did this?

His middle finger traced over the swirling pattern at her chest and once again a wave of goosebumps puckered beneath him.

For a second, he almost regretted asking her to be more vocal.

Her constant shallow breath filled his ears. Her soft sighs, and whimpers were more distracting than he assumed they would be

But, oh, how those noises were heavenly.

And thankfully, he found his body acting on instinct, no matter how distracting she had become.

His hands roamed, explored, squeezed, touched…delving to places he had never dreamed of finding on her.

Mapping curves and valleys of hers he’d only ever fantasised about.

When his fingers breached the soft lacey material of her bralette, she stayed silent.

She bit into her bottom lip to try and ease her need for him. Because this was too much. How had he not even touched her and yet she was a pooled and sodden mess.

Ominis mistook her silence for displeasure, and moved further in.

The books certainly hadn’t covered this. The few points of research detailed many erogenous zones across a woman. And though he wasn’t idiotic enough to think all women were the same, most books, most erotic novels he had read said the same.

So, purely for academic purposes, he gripped her just a little bit harder.

And was rewarded with the most beautiful and sinful whimper he had heard. With that very moan came another wave of goosebumps that he greedily followed. Like her very skin was speaking to him.

Ominis squeezed again, the soft flesh of her breast spilling out between his fingers as her manhandled her in the very best of ways.

He kneaded her, much for his own pleasure as for hers, and when he felt the tiny puckered nub between his fingers, he squeezed again.

Another sharp whine pulled from Evelyn’s chest. He felt it vibrate along her chest and for a second he was enthralled.

He copied that same action, kneading and squeezing and stroking, pinching her hardening peak near his knuckle.

Only his other hand reached up to her chest. Where he’d felt that vibration.

And with every gasp and murmur and coo he felt it.

So he chased it, rumbling up her chest to her neck where it was strongest before it left her lips.

“Ominis…” she muttered as her head rolled back onto his shoulder.

“I can move my hand if you want…” he spoke, somewhat strained after he realised his fingers wrapped around her throat.

“I…like it” she whispered, somewhat shamefully.

But Ominis was well past the point of caring. He’d built such a strong image in his head of her splayed across him, keening and mewling for more. For him.

And he had the luxury of hearing, truly hearing, everything he was doing to her. Perhaps he was better off…

His fingers tightened only slightly against her throat, feeling for each rumble of a moan his other hand was causing her.

Then his mouth followed in his hands stead.

Nipping, sucking, tasting every inch of her neck that he could access, the soft and gentle tugging of her flesh turned her to putty in his arms.

It was almost like he’d caught a nerve and her whole body squirmed with a moan. And she pressed deliciously against the painful throbbing in his groin.

He hissed at the sensation, both foreign and familiar to him.

And in that moment he realised she was learning just as much about him as he was her.

Because she did it again.

On purpose.

And as he gasped, he relinquished the hold his teeth had on her shoulder, panting against the wet skin of her neck.

So she did it again, rubbing herself across the length that was forced down his trouser leg, thanking every god there was that multiple layers of clothing were between them. Lest she be confronted with the slick she most definitely would leave upon his leg.

He gasped again, croakier and huskier than before.

And she laughed. A low seductive little laugh that triggered something in Ominis.

“Show me…” he demanded with a growl, snatching her wrist up and dragging it to her opened legs.

Perhaps she was a little too eager. He’d spent the past…Merlin knows how long, teasing her and her body ached. Her stomach had twisted and tightened with a desire she’d never felt before. Even when she was alone.

So she fumbled with his hand in hers, his other still tweaking and kneading at her soft mounds.

He ghosted over hers, softly, delicately copying her movements as she pulled her underwear to the side.

Then his hand left, straying to the fabric of her skirt, bunched around her hips.

“This is long enough, isn’t it?” He inquired flatly.

“Er…it’s comes to my knee why do you-“

Then he tore into her underwear, ripping along the gusset and exposing her completely. Whether he knew it or not, his knuckle dragged over her centre as he did and she twitched at the new feeling of someone else touching her so intimately.

“This will be hard enough without things getting in the way” his voice resonated from behind her, his chest vibrating against her back.

That was…understandable. And she would be lying to herself if the act of Ominis ripping her underwear from her didn’t turn her into a living puddle.

And it was getting ridiculous how long this had gone on for. So she snatched his hand from the hem of her skirt and positioned him over her again.

His hand mirrored hers the whole way. Like there was a second delay to everything she was doing.

Though when her finger dipped between her folds, and his shortly followed, he snatched his hand away in an instant, bolting straight upright. His finger and thumb rubbed together feeling her slick desire on his finger and his breath caught in his throat.

“You’re…” he held a note on his throat like he couldn’t think of the correct word. The appropriate word.

“…so…” he gulped and swallowed thickly, the bob of his throat brushing against her shoulder

“…wet…”

And whilst he was struggling to think of words, Evelyn was struggling to not run her finger along herself like she knew she liked.

“For you…” she murmured on an exhale.

Ominis could feel himself twitching against her rear and again something snapped within him.

His arm scooped her up around her waist, pulling her closer and tighter to his chest.

“Show me…” he growled once more in her ear before his teeth attacked her neck once again.

His finger ghosted over hers again, shaking as they dipped into that pooling well of want.

Her fingers twitched back into action, immediately finding that bundle of nerves at the top that made her toes curl.

And made Ominis’ head spin.

Whether it was his hearing, how well they knew each other, or how quickly he picked things up when explained properly, he didn’t know. But soon he got the idea of what she wanted. And she was going too quickly for his liking.

He could feel her winding and coiling like a spring in his lap, her panting little breaths filling the air and his name tumbling from her lips. She writhed and whimpered on top of him.

Then suddenly his mind filled with fabrications of himself being deep inside of her, those same noises tumbling from her. That’s same warmth he could feel radiating on his finger, surrounding him. And his brain went foggy and instinct kicked in again.

Just as she reached and clambered for that peak.

And her thighs clamped closed for that little friction she knew would push her over the edge.

He ruined it.

All at once it was torn from her as long boney fingers dug into the softness of her thighs, pinning her eager hand to the side and spreading her legs once again.

She could’ve killed him.

“Keep. Them. Open.” he spat through his teeth, moving his leg to pin her ankles behind his calves. She gave a few tester pulls, desperate for any form of friction as she felt that heat slowly dying between her legs.

She couldn’t move.

And her breath stuttered and whimpered needily. She was about to cuss him, turning and demanding he continue before that knot tied itself back up again.

But Ominis had other ideas. Ideas that perhaps right now she wouldn’t appreciate but future her would.

His fingers trailed over her core mapping every fold and divot. Easily. He slid in between over and over, delighting in every time his finger circled that nub that sent her shivering.

Then his finger slipped down, deep, entering her slowly. Carefully.

He almost felt bad for a second. The noise that left her. It sounded pained. But he pulled from her and that same needy mewling spilled from her until he did it again, her back arching into him. And this time it wasn’t so pained, more of an anguished sigh of relief.

It was…delicious.

Every sinful sound from her lips and each soaked ripple between her legs. He was simply exploring yet to her it was everything.

Him feeling her

Him pleasuring her

Him filling her.

With each pump of his finger she felt that knot loosening once more and when his other hand joined his first, rolling tiny circles over her most sensitive spot…she halted.

She became undone.

That release so close to being hers.

And he knew it.

“Let me see…” he begged, his hand pulling from her and hovering just in front of her face, his thumb replacing his own absence with dexterous accuracy.

She pushed into his hand, not trusting her vocal cords to maintain a readable level. Imagine the Undercroft being discovered after centuries because she had moaned too loudly.

His fingers drifted over her features, taking in the small knot of exquisite ecstasy on her brow. The heat from her cheeks. Her swollen, plump lips from her own teeth.

And as his finger ghosted her lips she took it into her mouth, tasting her own desire faintly on his finger. Not that, that’s why. She just needed something to mute her…

Practically crying into his ear, her head lulled back as she mumbled his name through her own teeth clamped around his fingers.

A comfortable warm silence fell over them as she slowly recovered, the white spots of her vision fading. Only then was she aware of the gentle kisses he placed along her neck.

“Why…” she panted “…are you so good at everything you choose to do?”

He chuckled, deep and low.

“I had an excellent albeit impatient teacher”

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Hogwarts Students year 2023

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You were nervous about the ceremony. Okay, nervous didn’t quite capture the full range of emotions you’d felt. Nerves were the tip of the iceberg; underneath you felt excited, ecstatic, joyful, and homesick.

It felt like an eternity had passed before you were called to the seat. Professor McGonagall’s face was stoic, yet you saw the glint of kindness in her eye.

The moment felt like seconds. It was on your head, murmuring and muttering.

“Loyalty ... yes yes. You have a good heart, not one for dishonesty. Hardworking too. It has to be HUFFLEPUFF!”

A blush had crept onto your cheeks as a round of applause erupted from the yellow and black table.

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eternalremorse · 7 months

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I added myself to the Talkie AI app to make me into a Hogwarts student, but it wouldn't give me the blue Ravenclaw uniform. So here's me as a Slytherin I guess? 😂

Nothing wrong with the Slytherin House of course, it just would have been nice for the requested prompt to actually work!

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cata613 · 4 months

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Imagine you’re a student at Hogwarts during the 1989/90 school year, who is also a Trekkie. You come home from school in the beginning of June, and watch reruns of TOS, as well as the first 3.9 seasons of TNG while you wait for the next episode to come out. You’re catching up on some essential episodes, relishing in your ability to watch Star Trek again, all is well…

Until that fateful night: June 18, 1990.

The Best Of Both Worlds premieres. You watch the whole thing with bated breath, amazed by the Borg’s strength, horrified at Picard’s assimilation, etc.

You hear Riker utter the words “Mr. Worf… Fire.” You hold your breath, waiting to see what comes next, before you see the worst three words etched in blue on the television:

TO BE CONTINUED…

You’re horrified. You wanna scream. You know you’ll be anxious about this for the rest of the summer, but there’s another problem.

The new season of TNG usually doesn’t start until mid-September, when you’re at school. This means that if you want to find out how the story ends, you’ll have to wait until at least Christmas break, assuming you go home for the holidays.

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I went to Harry Potter world today! I went into Ollivander's and the clerk there helped me to find a wand--but really the wand chose me 😌 My wand is made of hornbeam wood with a dragon heartstring core, 13 in, and reasonably pliant. I love it!!! I got my robes today as well, and now I'm all ready for classes.

#am i too old for classes? yes #is my next quest to get some nice hogwarts alumni stuff because of that fact? YES #plz be my friend and geek out with my about wand personalities #wand wood #wand cores #harry potter #hogwarts #ollivanders #slytherin #harry potter world #hornbeam #hornbeam wood #dragon heartstring #wand #hogwarts student

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i’m hosting a YCH raffle on twitter to celebrate HL’s first anniversary! if you want to participate, you can sign up until February 29th✨

follow the link for more info👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻

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Teacher's Pet- Professor Tom Riddle x Reader Smut

*18+*

“You are telling me that not a single one of you knows the answer to the question on the board?!” your professor shouts turning to face the class, his grip on the chalk in his hand was so tight it should’ve snapped it. Every single one of your classmates bowed their heads. You knew the answer to the question but everyone had been talking about how you are the teacher’s pet so you did not want to raise your hand. Professor Riddle was always quite harsh with how he handled his students and unforgiving but for some reason, there was something about you that softened him up. He had never raised his voice toward you and when he gave the class detention he never wrote you up. You’d be lying if you said you haven’t grown to fancy him. He was so devilishly handsome, the way his eyebrows furrowed when he was focused, a body so toned you could tell even under his suit, he was always dressed so properly, and his hands, oh my god his hands, his fingers were so long and slender and pale and his veins stuck out. He wore silver rings that would’ve been gaudy on any other man but not on him, he looked so sophisticated. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, but you should have, you should have bowed your head like every other one of your classmates, it probably could have prevented him calling on you.

“Miss. Y/l/n?” Professor Riddle’s voice echoed throughout the classroom. “You surely know the answer don’t you?” he asks, walking over to your desk. Your stomach did flips whenever he said your name. Your brain felt fuzzy as he approached you, and you caught yourself practically drooling over him.

“Ye-” you stop yourself, “N-No Sir,” you stutter, letting your eyes linger a bit too long

before dropping your eyesight to your textbook in front of you.

“No?” he cocks an eyebrow whilst staring you down causing goosebumps to erupt all over your skin. All you could do was shake your head no, keeping your eyes glued to your textbook, and try your best to distract yourself from the growing wetness between your legs. He looked back up at the class but a small smirk was playing on the corner of his lips, “You are all excused early, do not forget your essays are due at the end of the week, mediocrity will not be tolerated, meet the guidelines or fail, it is up to you,” he said roughly to the class. Everyone nodded and you all began to gather your things. As you went to close your textbook Professor Riddle slammed his hand down forcing it open, “Not you, Y/n. I’d like to have a little chat with you after everyone leaves,” he said lowly. There was a devilish glimmer in his eye, that made your heart skip a beat.

“Y-Yes Sir,” you nodded keeping your textbook open and squeezing your thighs together to help appease the throbbing need between your legs. The class quickly emptied and your professor looked down on you. “Why didn’t you answer the question?” he asked firmly.

“I am so sorry Sir,” you said shakily, “I will do better next time, I promise,” you looked up at him, your eyes were a bit watery from your nerves.

“You and I both know you knew the answer, you are at the top of your class and it was a simple question, the issue is you are surrounded by idiots. There is no need for you to lower yourself to their level.”

“No Sir,” you sigh because he does not understand, “They all say things about me, that I am a teacher’s pet, a suck-up,” you mumble, “I just did not want to make it worse, so I lied,” you nervously played with your hands. Much to your surprise, he let out a low chuckle, shifting your attention to look up at him. He had a small grin on his face, god he was so sexy.

“They say those things because they are jealous that you are so incredibly brilliant,” he said genuinely. The heat between your legs grew to be almost unbearable and

your cheeks flushed.

“Professor-” you start but he cuts you off.

“-And if I say you’re brilliant it means something,”

“Thank you, Sir,” your skin was hot and your panties were soaked. You tense up as he unexpectedly brings the back of his hand to caress your cheek. His hand was cold but his rings were colder, they almost stung against your burning skin.

“Why so flushed, darling?” he asks quietly, a sense of cockiness in his tone. He knew the effect he had on you and was relishing in the fact he got you so worked up.

“It is because of you Sir,” you admit, blushing. You did not know where this newfound confidence came from, maybe it was the built-up need for him, the way you yearned to be touched by him, whatever it was you were going to chase it. He chuckled again, his chuckles were almost a growl, they made your cunt drip.

“Because of me?” he teases.

“Yes Sir, because of you, I need you, I can hardly focus in class, the whole time I am thinking of the most utterly sinful things we could be doing to each other.” Your words seemed to have an effect on him as you watched his pants grow tight around his bulge. You could not help but smirk to yourself a bit.

“God,” he growls lowly, “You have no idea how badly I yearn to do those utterly sinful things you think of to you, I cannot keep my eyes off of you in class, not only are you the most beautiful girl I have ever laid my eyes upon, you also have a mind so extraordinary that it turns me on even more, I cannot even imagine all the brilliant things you will do but right now I think we both owe each other this moment, I have never met someone who made me almost intimidated by their intellect, I need you, Y/n, so will you let me have you?”

“God yes,” you practically moaned.

A smirk grew on his face, “Have you done this before?” he asked as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Yes Sir, I have done things before,” you said quietly, your heart pounding in your chest.

“What things? Have you ever had sex or just sucked cock?” he stares at you intently, his eyes full of lust.

“Just sex,” you blush hard under his stare. Your confession only seemed to intrigue him more.

“Oh my darling so you’ve never sucked a cock before?” he teases and you shake your head no. “Well, it seems to me that I have so much to teach you,” his smirk consumed his face. You nodded in agreement.

“Yes Sir, please, teach me.” You were practically begging. By this point, your clit was throbbing and you were so nervous but so excited to suck off your professor. He walked over to his desk and sat in his chair before waving you over. You rushed over quickly, your heart pounding in your chest, and stood before him.

“On your knees darling,” he chuckled condescendingly. You dropped to your knees in an instant before looking up at him awaiting your next instruction. “You listen so well, you’re already being such a good girl for me,” he teases as he undoes his belt, the button, and the zipper on his trousers and pulls himself out of his boxers. His cock was huge and you could not fathom fitting all of him in your mouth. His member bobbed in front of your face, his tip was red and swollen and slick with precum. You were so caught up in staring that it wasn’t even until you heard a small chuckle escape his lips that you realized you had been staring. You shook your head and looked back up at his eyes to find him grinning, so obviously amused. “Like what you see, sweetheart?” he taunts.

“Yes Sir,” you nodded, your nerves on fire.

“Good,” he smirks, “Touch me, darling, don’t be scared,” he waves his hand, gesturing for you to grab him. You reach out, your hand is shakey and clammy from your nerves, and you notice a sweat begin to come on, just waiting to break across your forehead. You grab him before looking up at him. “Now stroke me, darling,” he nods at you to begin and you start to stroke him, moving slowly because there is nothing to lube him with. “Spit on it, love, it’ll help,” he instructs. Your clit begins to burn from the arousal of the moment and the way he speaks to you. You lean over and spit on his cock. You rub it over his already slick tip and watch as his cock twitches from your touch. You begin pumping him and look up at him as you do.

“How is this, Sir?”

“Good but now give me a few more pumps before taking my tip, just my tip into your mouth.”

“Yes Sir,” you nod, your heart racing as you pump him a few more times before leaning over as instructed and taking just his tip in your mouth. You let your tongue flick over the slit on his tip taking in the bitter, salty taste of his precum as you continue to pump his shaft, you loved having his taste coat your tongue. You feel his hips shudder under you as his tip throbs against your tongue. The way his body reacts makes you eager to take more of him into your mouth. You slowly slide your head down fitting about half of his length in your mouth but stop before you let him hit the back of your throat so you do not gag on him. Your greediness earns you a couple of low moans and groans from your professor. His moans only made your desire for him grow. Your cunt was dripping for him.

“Fuck,” he growls, “Good girl, just like that, relax your jaw and breathe and take me down your throat,” he instructs, his hand going to grab a fistful of your hair as he lets his head fall back and his mouth stayed cracked open. You whimpered around him and took a deep breath in through your nose as you relaxed your jaw and took your professor down your throat. You tense up but quickly remind yourself to keep breathing and swallow around him as you bob your head on his length. His grip on your hair tightens as you continue to bob your head. You drool all over him as you move on him sloppily as he jerks his hips up towards you, his cock twitching more and more often inside your mouth. You hollowed out your cheeks around him loving the feeling of having him inside your mouth. You were almost getting yourself off just by thinking about him cumming inside your mouth. “Look at you, taking me so well already, such a quick learner,” he grunts looking down at you, loosening his grip on the back of your head to brush hair out of your face. “Why don’t you get on my desk and let me fuck you as a reward for being such a good girl for me?” You whimpered around him and pulled off with a pop. Your lips were slick and swollen and you had saliva running down your chin. He could not take his eyes off of you, “God,” he growled, “You look so perfect.” You felt almost intoxicated but his words made your skin hot.

“Thank you, Sir,” you whispered as you wiped your drool off your chin, licking your lips one more time as you propped yourself on his desk to take in every last bit of his taste. He watched as you sat on his desk, he was practically undressing you with his eyes. He got up from his desk chair and gripped your thighs, pushing them open swiftly making your skirt roll up before leaning down to kiss under your ear. He nipped at your earlobe as he pressed himself against your soaked panties before letting his hot breath hit the inside of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. He was so dark yet gentle.

“Now Y/n, let me show you how a real man fucks,” he growled into your ear as he slide his hand up your inner thigh and hooked his finger through your panties holding them to the side as he splits you open with his tip and buries himself deep inside you in an instant.

“Oh fuck, Professor,” you couldn’t help but cry out. Your hips bucked and shifted to adjust yourself to his length. You had never had a cock so big inside you before. Your walls were fluttering around his throbbing cock, you were already basking in the feeling of pleasure and pain from having him stretch you out.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” he groaned into the crook of your neck, sending goosebumps all over your skin as he began to pick up his pace. You took in a sharp breath and let your muscles relax allowing him to fix more of him inside you. “God you take me so well,” he moaned out and began leaving kisses on your neck, gentle at first but they quickly became rough. You made him feral, you had him aching with an animalistic desire for you. He began to suck on the skin of your neck taking it into your mouth as his tongue rolled over it, leaving a throbbing hickey. You whimper under his touch and choke back moans. He continued to leave hickeys all over your neck and collarbones as his thrusts became frantic and desperate. His cock massaged your walls and your hips writhed with his to meet him every time he buried his cock as deep inside.

“Oh fuck Professor, you feel so good,” you moaned. You felt him smirk against the skin of your neck before bringing himself to look deep into your eyes as he gripped your neck, his cold hands made you shudder. You locked eyes with him and found yourself becoming a moaning mess right in front of him, you felt so vulnerable, so exposed but you were loving every second of it. You feel your pussy clench around him and you could feel yourself approaching your climax.

“Jesus fuck,” he howled, “I swear to fucking god your pussy will be the death of me.” He let his grip on your neck loosen before sliding his hands under your ass, lifting you a bit, pulling your hips to be as flush against his as possible. He was loving every second of being buried in your tight, hot, dripping cunt. You let your legs spread wider as he began to pound himself into you. You felt a familiar knot grow in the pit of your stomach and moved your hands to grip his shoulder as you felt yourself become weak under him.

“Oh, Professor! Please I am so close,” you moaned through a shattered breath.

“Already my love?” he teases, “I was just getting started,” he smirks before pulling himself out of you. You whined at the emptiness in your cunt, the knot in your stomach was slowly fading away. You were on the verge of tears. He noticed the way your eyes glossed over with tears and chuckled, “Now now,” he teased, “Do not worry my darling, I’m going to have you cumming all over my cock soon enough,” he smirked and pulled you off his desk before turning your around and bending you over his desk. There was no time for you to process what was going on before you knew it he was driving his cock in and out of you again.

“Oh fuck yes!” you gripped the edge of the desk in front of you, your knuckles turning white. You were in complete and utter bliss to have him fill you up again. His thrusts were rough, his hips were slamming against your ass. Tears of pleasure began to roll down your cheeks as your gut began to tighten. You were so fucking close. “Fuck! Right there, do not stop!” you moan out and are on the verge of coming undone.

“Oh darling, keep moaning for me like that and I might just cum in this pretty little cunt of yours,” he moaned.

“God yes!” you cried out, your walls clenching around him, “Please cum inside me Professor I want you to fill me up,” you were so needy.

“Fuck,” he growled, your words were sending him over the edge. His grip on your hips was so tight he was digging into you. He gave you his last powerful thrust before spilling himself into you. You felt his cum fill you up sending you over the edge. You became limp on his desk as you let the most sinful of sounds slip your lips. Your walls were throbbing around him and you were seeing stars. You were left panting as he pulled out of you and leaned over to push the hair off the back of your neck before pressing a gentle kiss on it. “You did so well for me darling,” he said breaking the silence.

“T-Thank you, Sir,” you pant, still in a haze. You listened as his footsteps walked away from where you two were and heard a drawer open. After he gathered whatever it was he needed he came back. You felt a towel on your inner thigh. He was cleaning the both of you up. Your heart did a flip as you did not expect this from him. “Thank you, Sir,” you begin as you stand up, “but there is really no need,” you continued.

“Don’t be that way, I said I was going to take care of and I am, I am a man of my word,” he finished cleaning you both up. You both fixed your clothing quickly. You looked up at him nervously not knowing what to do next. “I think you will find yourself truly pleased if you stay after class again tomorrow, Miss Y/l/n,” he smirked playfully, already ready to go again.

“Yes Sir, I’d love to,” your cheeks flushed as you turned to head to the door.

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The House Cup

Ominis x MC

Summary - The night before The House Cup ceremony, unforeseen circumstances for Ominis and Evelyn back together

I was thinking about the first time Eve and Omi would have slept together. And then I spiralled into a deep sadness that I shall never recover from.

Warnings - Vague depictions of a panic attack, Omi’s past, Nightmares, ANGST OUT THE WAZZOO

Word Count - 4016

Everything had become…so exhausting.

Maybe it was her own fault. She had taken on so much voluntarily as well as the whole Keepers, Trails, Ancient Magic…thing.

After Evelyn and Ominis had snatched the relic and Spellbook from Sebastian, they fled, now stuck with two artefacts of immense power they had no hopes of destroying.

Evelyn was in two minds. That relic could help Anne. Could do good. But with Sebastian being the only one with the relevant research and willingness to participate in its ‘Dark Rituals’…it wasn’t an option.

Evelyn barely understood the magic she had, never mind learning an entirely new field of dark magic on top of the ancient magic the was researching practically alone.

Ominis would never participate in such Magic. He remained unwavering in his views despite Sebastian’s constant arguments and nagging ensuring ‘he knew what he was doing’.

Tossing the items into the Room of Requirement seemed the only way.

Anne remained cursed.

Ominis and Evelyn had betrayed their best friend.

Sebastian had ran.

And that act, combined with the sudden flare of goblin activity and movement of Rookwood and Ranrok had created a rift between Ominis and her.

They hadn’t spoken in weeks.

In those weeks, She had unknowingly murdered Rookwood, saved Hogwarts from collapse, maintained an ancient repository and lost…everyone.

Sebastian had been the first. He’d stayed with Anne after they all coerced him into abandoning his fruitless campaign to help Anne. And by the morning, he was gone. No note. No goodbye. Nothing.

Then came Anne. Days went by without Solomon returning from the market and with her curse getting worse and worse, everyone decided it was best to hide her away. From prying eyes and from Sebastian’s potential return. Her anger towards the only family she had left, had turned her into more of a shell than before. And so they bundled her off to Evelyn’s muggle home, so no one knew where she was, and no one could disturb her. Except Ominis…

Then he left too. He had kept himself busy, Evelyn assumed to keep the reality of everything from setting in. But it meant he had no time for her. After classes he’d immediately go to Anne, help her with whatever she needed and come back to Hogwarts, usually with just enough time to squeeze in some sleep and start the process over.

And of course, Fig. His support during all of this has been fundamental to Evelyn’s sanity. If she had not had him…she would’ve lost her mind months ago. And for him to die so…unceremoniously…her heart broke into a thousand tiny pieces. The sight of him clutching his wife’s wand to his chest would forever be seared into her brain.

“You’re in my spot…” a familiar posh and proper voice sounded from behind her. The barest attempt at humour in his tone.

And she was too exhausted to even react. So his words just fell upon deaf ears, but the words left his mouth with an unsavoury taste. Ominis flinched at her lack of reaction. If his wand hadn’t told him she was stood there, and he couldn’t hear the slow beat of her heart, he would think perhaps he’d made a mistake and she wasn’t there.

But she was…

She just stared out into the water, watching the streams of bubbles stream up around the windows. It seemed fitting he would find her here, where she first met him.

“Evelyn…” Ominis added, his voice even softer and lower with the first utterance of her name.

“Hmm…” Evelyn muttered as though he’d woken her from a trance. She turned to him, offering a polite smile she quickly realised he couldn’t see. Surely it hadn’t been so long she’d forgotten he was blind? The thought itself caused a lump to rise in her throat and she turned back away, unable to stand looking at the stranger in front of her.

It wasn’t an entirely harsh assessment. He looked nothing like the person she met at the beginning of the year.

The circles under his eyes were much darker than before. They always lingered but now they looked more like bruises than normal. As he approached her, she noticed he was in his pyjamas, a dark green robe pulled around him. And though she’d never seen him in his night attire before, she could tell even that wasn’t its norm. It was crumpled and creased, like he’d been tossing and turning.

“Can’t sleep?” He asked softly, taking a step closer to her in the alcove.

“Not really…” she replied flatly, absolutely no emotion in her tone, whatsoever.

“Me neither…” she saw from the corner of her eye, his tentative step to her side and she immediately craved his attention. His embrace. His warmth.

Her arm twitched towards him as though she wasn’t in control of her own body, and so she wrapped her arms around herself. In both restraint and comfort.

“Evelyn…” Ominis started, his tone soft and heavy. She turned slightly in his direction, keeping her head low still unwilling to address the distance that was now between them. “I know we had a bit…of a rocky start…” Ominis went silent again. He gazed off ahead, visibly thinking about what he was going to say.

Then she laughed, exhaling humourlessly “Mountainous…”

“It did have its peaks and valleys…” Ominis smiled lopsidedly

“The peaks were good though…” she muttered quietly, thinking back over her first year at Hogwarts.

It had been…awful. As a whole. But the person behind her and supporting her at every single low…was Ominis.

Ominis turned his head towards her and lifted his head so his eyes were no longer facing forward. His brow raised, and his lips curved upwards.

“I couldn’t agree more.”

A silence fell over the two of them as they occupied the alcove together. It wasn’t at all awkward like she assumed it would be. His presence, as it always had been, was calming and soothing. And she found herself leaning towards him.

His wand must have informed him of the not-so-subtle movement and his arm snaked around her shoulders, bringing her into the crook of his arm.

Their routine fell quickly back into place and she nuzzled into his chest, both of them finding the comfort the past few weeks had denied them.

She turned into him, sighing “Have…” she started before cutting herself off. Perhaps now wasn’t the time…

Ominis turned his head down towards her, smoothing the hair of her head down to rest his chin upon it. “…Have?” He prompted, noticing her trail off.

“Have you heard from Sebastian?” She asked quietly, aware that bringing him up could cause the rift to open back up between them.

“No…” he said, his voice sounding a little more harsh than it had been before, his arm tightening around her.

He hadn’t meant it as brutal as it came out, his own selfish worries muddying his tone.

He’d spent every summer whilst attending Hogwarts, at the Sallow residence. And with Anne now living with Evelyn and Sebastian absent, he would have no choice but to go back home.

He couldn’t ask Evelyn. She had enough with taking care of Anne. It would be beyond selfish to inflict himself upon her too. But every fibre of his being called out to stay with her. Anything but go back…

Back home to the family who neglected and left him to his own devices.

Back home to the parents that would’ve no doubt heard about this years antics.

Back to a house he had to call home.

His fingers dug into the flesh of Eves arm as his stomach dropped. His arms brought her closer to his chest, the pressure around her becoming less comforting and more…possessive.

“You’re worried about Sebastian…” she stated, unknowing just how wrong she was. He did care for his friend, he did.

But that family…

That house…

He felt a throbbing in his head. A reminder of the lack of sleep he now suffered, thinking about going back there. The nightmares that plagued his sleep each night since the realisation he had to return.

“Yes…” he lied, the guilt eating at him.

“We’ll find him.” She mumbled and pulled away from him slightly. He felt her breath against his chin, indicating she was looking up at him.

She was so small. So vulnerable. So why did he want her to save him?

“Come on…let’s try and get some sleep”

“No!” He barked releasing her completely and taking a step back. “No…no I can’t…” he spoke with a slightly more level tone, though the panic was clear.

“Are you- Ominis…are you okay?” She asked softly. He would tell her right? Their friendship hadn’t devolved that much, had it?

But as he stammered and stumbled over his words, his breath becoming ragged and heavy, she realised…it had.

“You can still talk to me…Ominis” she said quietly “I know a lot has happened this year but-“

“It’s not…” his eyes screwed up as though he were seeing something he wanted to get rid of. Wanted to push deep down. He sighed heavily “…it’s not you. I…Has Sebastian ever told you about the nightmares I used to have?”

“No…are they back?” Immediately she was back at his side, a comforting hand at his elbow and a sympathetic tone.

Ominis simply chuckled…

“I’m surprised he didn’t tell you. Told you everything else about me” a dry almost bitter smirk pulled at his lips before it instantly faded.

He shouldn’t mock a ‘friend’ whose current absense was partially his fault.

“…they are. I’ve been…struggling to sleep again” his head lowered slightly in shame “Sebastian, he…he was a great help back in first year…”

Evelyn hadn’t seen Ominis like this before. She’d seen him angry, disappointed, happy. She’d even seen him sad but this was…different. There was a wistful way about him, like he reminiscing but it…hurt him. He choked out a laugh and shook his head.

“I shouldn’t keep you…if you want to sleep then you shoul-“

“What did he do?” She interrupted, grabbing his elbow as he tried to move away from her. “To help you…What did Sebastian do?”

“Nothing. He would just…be there. Any time I woke up, screaming, sweating…his voice was the first I’d hear. If it even got that far…” Ominis laughed as a memory resurfaced “…sometimes he said he could hear when I was in a nightmare. He used to stay up reading late even before Anne was cursed so if he heard it before I woke up, he’d climb into bed with me and just…lay there. Bit of a shock the first time but…”

That same wistful sadness took over his features again.

“…It was grounding. Having a presence there.” Ominis concluded with a sigh.

There was a silence between them that stretched in for eternity whilst Evelyn contemplated saying what she wanted to…

“I could stay with you…if you think that would help” she offered delicately.

“I can’t ask that of you. I-it would be improper…” Ominis fumbled over his words. Thoughts of Evelyn replacing Sebastian in his mind sent him reeling.

Her body laying next to him.

Her heat warming his side.

Her fingers tapping gently on his shoulder.

“If you’re worried about my virtue, you needn’t…” she laughed softly “…I simply meant you could sleep on one of the sofas, I’ll sleep on the floor. And if you need me, then I’m right there…”

Ominis couldn’t believe his ears. How easily she had agreed to this, she would definitely house him over the summer. He just had to ask…

…but he couldn’t. That was selfish and she had enough to deal with.

He’d personally cared for Anne over the past few weeks. He knew how difficult it was, mainly due to How she would be doing it alone. Because there is no way once his mother had her claws in him she would let him go before term starts again.

He gulped once more…

“We could try…though I will sleep on the floor” Ominis bargained, a charming smile tugging at his lips, lopsided and definitely tinged with apprehension.

“Always the gentleman…” her voice was accompanied by a gentle hand on his chest. Her touch equally as soft as her voice. He could feel it lulling him to sleep even now, stood perfectly upright in the cold alcoved window. Her hand drifted away and he felt her move towards the couches a little further into the Common Room. The sounds of blankets softly thumping to the ground and pillows being plumped filled his ears, along with the steady snap and crackle of the ever-burning fire.

“Not all the time…” he smirked, settling into the little nest she had built for him. As he sat, padding and preening at the surprisingly comfortable floor he could feel her inches away, doing the exact same on the hard cushioned sofa. “But for you? Always”

Evelyn tried to suppress the blush she felt in her cheeks, failing miserably. Not that it mattered, he couldn’t see it anyway. But he chuckled like he could…

“Goodnight, Ominis” she whispered, propped up on her arms, watching as he lay back against the cushions and ‘stared’ up at the ceiling, unblinking.

“I’m right here…” she added, allowing her arm to fall out of the blankets she’d tucked around herself. Her hand found his and give him a single squeeze.

She’d planned to leave it at that. A simple gesture that she wasn’t going anywhere.

But his knuckled turned white as he return the gesture.

And the pressure steadily increased around her fingers. Until she ran her thumb along the back of his hand. Then it stilled.

“Goodnight…Evie”

Evelyn fell asleep relatively quickly, his hand becoming a comforting gesture after the initial possessive grasp.

Ominis, however, lay in silence and darkness. Terrified of what awaited him when his body eventually succumbed to fatigue.

He’d released her hand quite a few minutes ago. A decision he’d made hastily when he heard her whimper softly in her sleep and her hand twitched back towards her body.

He regretted that decision.

Because though he could hear her steady breathing above him…it wasn’t enough. He’s grown far too accustomed to her touch and he’d gone without it for weeks now.

With a heavy sigh, he sat up…

…and was immediately greeted with her hand hovering static above him,

Her fingers brushed against his face as he collided with it. He was startled for a second. Till he smelt the rose perfume upon her wrist, faint and worn with the late hour. But unmistakably…her

Those same finger twitched against his cheek as she woke with a start.

“You okay?” She muttered somewhat breathless and sleepily.

“Yes…” he exhaled “…I was just trying to get more comfortable”

“Hmmm” - was all she replied with, her hand finding his again as he continued to sit up.

This was better. They were the same level.

He just needed her…closer.

So he sat up, wrapped the blanket around his legs and leant against the arm of the couch. The same arm that, Evelyn rest her head upon. He could feel her warm breath against his neck as she slipped easily back into her slumber. If he turned his head slightly, the tiny sighs that left her ghosted his cheek.

And that consistent soothing flow and her warm fingers tangled with his was enough to tip him over the edge.

His eyes grew too heavy to fight against.

And he found himself confronted with…dreamless sleep.

The next day brought the end of year. And with it, The House Cup ceremony.

There was a distinct air of misery as everyone filtered into the Great Hall.

With Evelyn and Ominis sleeping side by side, they spent the morning together, neither willing or wanting to be alone.

So when they took their seat with the other fifth years on Slytherins table, the tension was palpable. Further down the table the first years chatted happily, discussing who gained the most points for the House and if it would be enough for them to win.

In stark contrast, where they were sat was sombre.

Obviously, Ominis and Evelyn were miserable. That was almost a given with these last few months.

But Imelda also sat stoic and unsmiling. She’d gotten quite close with Evelyn, sharing a dorm with her, the time trials, listening to her problems. And despite what many would say about Imelda, she was surprisingly empathic. Not in the usual way of caring and consideration. Instead she got angry for Evelyn.

She didn’t know the full extent of Sebastian’s absence, just that it’s hurt Evelyn exponentially, at a time when she least needed it. And it wasn’t like her and Sebastian were completely strangers. In third year, he was positively ecstatic about Quidditch. They’d bonded over their shared enthusiasm for the sport and gotten close.

But as with everything else, Anne’s curse made it all come crumbling down.

So if Imelda wasn’t having a good time…no one was.

The potent mix of Ominis’ blank expressionless stare and Imelda’s fury meant no fun was to be had at the Slytherin table.

That was only further reinforced when the illustrious Headmaster decided to address everyone.

“This year we have seen our students exemplify the bravery of Godric Gryffindor-“

A chorus of cheers and hollers cut the Headmaster off before he even had the chance to start. Above them all, Evelyn could hear Garreth shouting over everyone else. His enthusiasm bought a reluctant smile to her face and when she looked over the far table, she saw him stood, banging the table in jubilation. Professor Weasley shook her head, but a distinct amused smirk graced her lips.

“Allow me to finish!” The Headmaster snapped, though the cheers didn’t die down. They only grew worse as each house joined from their respective founder…

“- The Loyalty of Helga Hufflepuff - ”

A chorus of cheers from the Hufflepuffs added to the Gryffindors.

“- The Wisdom of Rowena Ravenclaw - ”

A respectful cluster of claps joined the other two

“- and The Ambition of Salazar Slytherin - ”

…and nothing. Though the boastful tone Headmaster Black took on carried the pride of the entirity of Slytherin. A small group of first year clapped excitedly. But no one else did. The collective misery of the table spreading quickly.

And Evelyn saw Ominis tense up, just in front of him. He turned himself away from the pedestal, Evelyn just catching the way his eyes rolled in exasperation.

“And so the winner of this years’s house cup…” The pride in the Headmasters voice already strongly suggested who the winner was…

“Excuse me, Headmaster” Professor Weasley interrupted, earning a derisory sneer from Black. “If I may: one particular students heroism during the attack in Hogwarts, not to mention the level to which they have excelled in their coursework, as a new student no less-“

Evelyn could feel eyes on her from all around her, boring into the back of her head. She instinctively leaned towards Ominis, hoping his natural ability to repel unwanted attention would extend to her.

It didn’t…

“Well it would seem that it certainly merits, I’d say, 100 points to their house? - wouldn’t you agree?”

“Ah. Yes, thank you, Professor Weasley”

“I suppose we have our winner” Black announced heartily as the banners above them fluttered to a deep emerald green.

And despite the other houses losing, they all cheered…for her.

Garreth was the first at her side, his hands wrapping around her waist and hoisting her off the bench. He squeezed, tickling her side slightly, earning a forced giggled from deep in her chest.

Poppy was next. Her hands clasped Evelyn’s forearms and she spun them around before embracing her.

Then Amit, and Natty, then Lucan and soon the other tables were empty and the Slytherins were engulfed by every other student.

In the busy hubbub, Evelyn had lost her bearings. She turned to find Ominis, to celebrate, to ground herself, to have an excuse to leave.

But he was gone. Seat empty and no sign of him at all.

It was only when she spun around in desperation did she see the slightly messier than usual mop of blonde hair leaving the Great Hall.

She made her excuses to those who clung to her, but mostly she just pushed through the crowd.

She had to see him.

From a distance everything seemed fine.

Ominis, for once, stood tall between the giant House hourglasses.

It was only as Evelyn got closer could she hear the irregular and ragged breath that left him in short sharp bursts.

“Ominis…” she called softly

“Sebastian is the poster child for Slytherin” he snapped seemingly out of no where

“Ambition. Pride…that was his downfall. And they’re celebrating it” he whipped around quickly gesturing wildly in the direction of the Great Hall. His chest heaved wildly. She’d only ever seen him like this when they confronted Sebastian.

“It’s okay…” Evelyn soothed “…they’re just children. They don’t know what they’re celebrating”

“It’s Black!” Ominis shouted “You heard how he delighted at the notion of Slytherin winning. The Pride in his voice.”

Ominis scoffed and began pacing along the hourglasses, his hands shaking.

“You are so loved…” he breathed, coming to a stop once more in front of her “…More so than anyone else in Hogwarts. And I’m happy for you…”

“But…” she finished for him, a single laugh leaving his lips as he shook his head.

“…It just feels as though…anything Slytherin touches…gets ruined. Except you. And I’m terrified that the thing that will ruin you…is just…waiting…”

She was such a positive force for good.

A Muggle-Born Slytherin.

Not prideful or boastful. Just cunning and quick, using those things for good, not the continuation of generation long prejudices.

She was good.

And he didn’t want her spoiled.

What if she was?

What if it was him?

He spiralled, the only thing he could hear and focus on was his own ragged breath in his ears.

Until her tiny delicate hand reached his chest, his heartbeat thundering against her fingertips.

“Shhhh…” Evelyn hummed “…you’re good. And I have you…”

“I am not good, Evelyn. That blood…it sits within me waiting. I’ve done awful things and sometimes it feels like it’s only a matter of time”

Evelyn’s jaw tightened and her brows furrowed. Though he can’t see the anger he has caused in her, he would certainly feel it.

She gripped his face, possibly harsher than she should have and forced him towards her. After she stared into his sightless translucent eyes she realised the action was fruitless. He couldn’t see how adamant she was. But he would feel it.

“You. Are. Good” she muttered through her teeth.

It’s like she knew he was going back to his family. She didn’t. He hadn’t told her. She had enough to deal with…

“Evelyn…” he started

“No!” She released his face with a huff, and smacked his chest with an open palm “No. You are good. You have helped me so much this year…you have done so much, you…”

She sighed.

His face remained unchanging whilst he listened to her pleas. And though he didn’t believe what she said her conviction broke through to him and he found the weight on his chest alleviate slightly.

“Can we…please…” her tone was pleading as she continued to beg, her forehead pressed to his chest “…please…just have one last day like it used to be? Before I have to go back to a home that has no magic”

He couldn’t do this.

There was no way he could go six weeks without her. No contact at all.

Let me help you

Let me stay

Let me be another burden

He swallowed down every thought that rose into his mind, his throat bobbing as he gulped.

“Of course we can” Ominis whispered into her hair, his arms wrapping around her middle and pulling her tightly to him.

Maybe he could stay like this.

And just never let her go.

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