After Graduation

some drawings of jason i did from twt<3333

☆ 18+ meddle about | hobie brown

✩ summary: he just loves everything about you, but he especially loves your thighs. ✮ word count: 1.2k ⚠︎ warning(s): 18+, unprotected, semi-public, fem!reader he <3s thick thighs argue with the wall also he def didn't pay for the pants either... ✧ be sure to check out my work on ao3 ⇢ gravesforgirls !!

It was nothing short of an infatuation. He couldn't help it. They were just so pretty and soft and perfect, and he was only so strong.

He absolutely loves when he can just lay his head in your lap and nearly fall asleep as you gently rake your fingers up and down his bare back, big hand palming at your thigh akin to a cat kneading a blanket, squeezing and massaging the soft plane of skin with his rough fingertips. He presses kisses into them, mumbling utter nonsense as he lays there, and he nibbles gentle marks into the inner parts of your thighs. It doesn't even have to be risqué, though he doesn't mind if it happens to end in you pinned beneath him, he just likes being nestled between them, soft skin pressing against his cheeks as he lays there, lazily kissing at the warm skin.

That said, he loves seeing you in tight pants, or mini skirts, or anything that really accentuates your thighs. Especially super skinny leather pants. The way the fabric hugs every curve so perfectly, not to mention so vividly, has him near drooling. He can't keep his hands off you when you step out of the small fitting room stall, eyeing you up and down.

"Give me a twirl. Gotta make sure it fits right."

You know what he's doing, and you roll your eyes with a small swat to his chest as he grins, but you spin anyway, biting back a laugh when you catch the way he stares.

"Look good?"

"Fuckin' peng. C'mere."

Before you can really even step closer,  he's already wrapping his lean arms around your waist, kissing you with a sudden fierceness that has you letting out an embarrassing noise when he presses you against the door, big hands sliding from your waist to grab at your ass, the shiny leather material squealing under the friction of his hands. You press a hand to his chest, a weak attempt at getting him to slow down.

"Not here, Hobie."

He grumbles against your lips, lifting a hand to push open the door and walking you back into the stall, reaching behind him to twist the lock, still latched onto you.

"Can't wait anymore. You been getting me all worked up since that first dress you tried. Lucky I held out for that long."

Your hands snake around his neck to keep him close, clutching at his vest when he lifts you against the thin wall, pressing against you to keep you upright. "Didn't realize you liked 'em that much." Your legs clamp around his hips to give you that little more stability.

He nods, lips leaving yours to eagerly trail down your throat. "These ones sent me over the edge. You look fuckin' amazing." One of his hands slips between you to toy with the button of the pants for a second before he's popping it open, tugging down the zipper and shoving the tight garment down your thighs, ogling a bit at the way the fabric constricts around the plump swell. 

He doesn't even bother to pull them down any further, too busy clambering to undo his ridiculous amount of studded belts to care about ridding you of it completely. He's rocking against you with a desperation that has you slinking a hand down between your thighs to press your fingertips against your barely concealed clit, heels digging into the back of his pelvic bone as he undoes his skinny jeans.

"So pretty." His hand nudges at your own to push you away, replacing your fingers with his own, and you hum when he pushes aside your panties to touch you properly. "Already so wet for me, babe. Bet you can't wait for me to fill you up, innit." His long fingers press against your warm walls, calloused thumb circling your clit.

You whine with a small nod, rolling your hips into his hand as best you can, what with the minimal stability you have at the moment. He's watching the way your thighs squeeze around his hand, movement extremely limited by the tight leather still clutching at your legs, pulled taut with the way your ankles lock behind his back. You bite down on your bottom lip to keep quiet, back arching off the wall when he curls his fingers, and you don't even have to look at him to know he has that shit-eating grin painted on his lips, warm breath fanning across your ear as he leans closer to drop kisses across your jaw bone.

"Gonna fuck these pretty thighs. Gonna come all over 'em." His words trail off into unintelligible groans, and you shake your head gently.

"Want you to fuck me. Please. S'all I want."

The slight break in your quiet voice has him sputtering, hand faltering against you as he registers your plea, huffing quietly. Who is he to decline your request when you've asked so nicely?

"Sure. Yeah, okay." He gives in almost immediately as he presses his warm forehead to your shoulder, one hand leaving you to push down the hem of his briefs, breath shuddering whenever the head of his cock presses against your slick folds.

You spit into his palm when he holds it up to your face, and he tugs at his –now painfully hard– cock a few times before he's stretching you open, stuffing his face into your neck to press hot kisses into your already searing skin, groaning against your throat when your walls close around him.

He's thumbing over your sensitive clit, rocking into you all the while muttering mindless praise into your ear, and your nails dig into the leather of his vest as you slowly tip over the edge, muffling your noises in his neck. He continues to mumble any and every compliment he can think of as you come down, and you nearly whimper when he's pulling out of you, lifting your knees from around his slim waist to clamp your legs together against your chest, the tip of his cock sinking into the tight crease where your thighs meet. He's so desperate now, accent so thick you can barely make out anything he's saying as he fucks up into the cramped space, and you can tell he's close whenever his hips stutter, sloppy as he tries to stay composed.

He paints your bare thighs in thick white stripes, watching the way it drips down as he slowly lowers your feet to the floor, and you hum when he leans closer to press kisses to your sticky skin.

"What am I supposed to do about this?" You gesture to the mess on your legs, and he follows your gaze, pouting a bit.

Before you can scold him though, he throws off his vest, tugging his tattered shirt over his head and leaning down to wipe you clean. You cringe at the action, scrunching your face as he grins.

"That's so gross."

"I'll toss it. I've loads more tops in far better condition."

You try to convince yourself the employees aren't staring at the two of you as you rush out of the store, only swiping at him once you're out of sight from the business, as if he was at any more fault than you were. You did allow him to fuck you senseless in the fitting room, after all. Who's keeping track, anyways?

He did in fact get you those leather pants while you were getting dressed. 

When you meet someone so beautiful that you forget to utter proper coherent sentences

Come Back

pairing : sam monroe x gn!reader | wc : 2.9k | 18+MINORS DNI

summary : No one's really there for him, except you. So after his night with one of Josh's clients, he looks for comfort in the way only you know how.

warnings : sam and user are in college, prostitution and drugs, internalized homophobia, toxic masculinity and slut shaming, hurt and comfort, smut, unhealthy coping skills, relationship is sort of toxic, sam is bipolar coded, oral ( m receiving ), degredation

a/n : sammy my beloved <3; tw for literally any of what was mentioned in the warnings.

You’re at your dorm room in bed with Sam, sat on his lap as he smokes a cigarette you stole from your step mom this morning. His eyes shut and his taps his foot along to the drums of the song playing on your stereo right now, one hand on the cigarette and the other on your waist, rubbing at you softly. You can hear one of your roommates banging at your door to try and get you to turn the music down but Sam just turns it up to drown her out.

You carefully outline his eyes with your eyeliner pencil and he’s perfectly pliant for you, letting you twist and turn his head without too much of a struggle. “Which band is this again?” You ask as you keep working.

Sam opens one of his eyes, and looks at you before grumbling, “A Perfect Circle.” He shifts his shoulders slightly and blows out his smoke before he talks again. “You almost done yet?”

“Yeah, just let me…” You murmur before you smear his eyeliner for him, when you're done, you lean in to kiss his forehead and his hands slide up to your chest. 

“Thanks babe.” Sam whispers, kissing you quickly on the lips before letting his hands slip below the hem of you shirt, deepening the kiss as he pulls you to him. You drop your eyeliner to hold him to you by the back of his head. As your tongues dance, you taste the lingering smoke in his mouth and his hands grab at your belt loops, holding you to his hips. Slowly, he starts to grind up against you, making you moan. He holds back a groan by sucking a hickey on your chest, a smirk lining his face when you gasp in surprise.

After another minute, his phone rings and he checks the caller before he all but shoves you to the side and stands up to answer it. As he starts to speak in a hushed tone over the phone, you look up at him, feeling upset that he was starting something he wasn’t finishing. You listen in closely and you know what he’s doing, his whispers of “only once” and a frustrated groan of “either 300 bucks or the weed?”

So when you hear him start to say goodbye, you loop two fingers through the top of his shorts, smirking up at him. “Sam… finish what you started.” You whine and he rolls his eyes.

“Lay off of me, I got things to do.” He says, pushing you off of him. You were used to his mood swings and moodiness, so you reach out and hold onto the hem of his shirt, trying to keep him close. “Where are you going?”

Sam groans and pulls at your hands. When you let go, so does he, so he turns to stare at you, his face inches from yours. “You can't keep me here, you know.”

“Can’t I try?” You murmur, grazing your lips against his

“You're persistent, aren't you?” He says, shutting his eyes as he runs his hands through your hair, leaning in for a long kiss. As soon as you kiss back, his grip tightens on the back of your head, allowing him to take control of the kiss.

“Don’t go meet up with Josh” You whisper softly, resting your forehead on his. “I know you need something, but maybe we can find something else.”

“You're cute but naive. We can't afford weed or anything else.” He says, his voice flat and his tone serious. “Josh doesn't have money but he does have drugs. And since I'm out of them, I need to get more.” He lean in as he moves his lips to your neck.

“But hes gonna…” You start but he cuts you off.

“He’s gonna pimp me out to some guy. Just gotta be some guy's bitch for 2 hours and I’ll get enough weed for a week. Just once, just this one time.” He murmurs, licking at your neck before he pull away, staring down at you. “I don't have any other choice. If I want to get my fix, then I do it or I don't get anything. It's my only option.”

“Just, be careful.” You murmur softly, kissing him again. “Come back here after, I'll be here waiting for you.”

“I'll be back in a few.” He says, straightening up, putting on his jacket and walking to the door. Then he pulls it open, walks out of your dorm and to Josh’s car. You can see Josh’s smarmy face from your window and he recognizes you, waving at you with a smile. You give him the finger before you wait to see Sam get in and leave.

A few hours later, the sun has disappeared and the night sky is visible. A car passes the dorm, then stops. And Sam gets out and walks up to the door, getting all the way to your room and knocking. “Y/N, are you here?” I wait a few seconds before trying again. “Y/N!”

After a second, you make it to the door and open it up. You’re just in your pajamas and your roommates are in the common room, looking over. “Sam.” You whisper breathlessly, looking him over.

“Hey.” He murmurs as he stands outside the door, visibly exhausted after what he went through. “Thanks for waiting for me.” He looks down, ashamed, knowing you saw him come out of a man's car.

“C'mon” You whisper, taking his hand and leading him over to your room and he follows you, sitting on the bed as you start to look for an extra towel and clothes for him. After a few minutes of silence, but Sam breaks it. “Do you still think less of me for what I did earlier?”

“No.” You whisper, exasperated. You drop what you’re holding and move over to him, cradling his face and kissing his cheek softly. He smiles hesitatingly, placing his hands on your hips as he leans in, pressing his lips against yours. He pulls you tighter into his arms, kissing you deeply and passionately. 

Sam’s mind is all over the place. He can feel the bag of weed in his jacket pocket but all he thinks about is the shame and the mans hands as they grabbed at him. When he shuts his eyes, its like he’s back in the car, feeling the old fuck’s thick fingers pawing at him. He had his own partner already, and they tried. They didn’t want him to go. Was some weed worth this? 

As he sits, Sam starts to subconsciously tug at his clothes in discomfort. When you notice this, you get all of the supplies you gathered and sit next to him. “You should take a shower.” You say gently, before giving him another one last kiss and stand up to find a towel for him.

He gives a sad grin at you over his shoulder, taking the towel. Then he goes shower and lingers under the hot water, cleaning the stench of the other man off him and leaning against the cool tile to cry. No matter how he felt, he couldn’t cry in front of you. Then he would be proving his asshole stepdad right, he’d be some fucking sissy. He punches at the tiles to distract himself before he takes a breath and focuses on finishing up. When Sam’s done, he towels himself dry and heads back to your room, smiling when he spots you laying on your twin sized mattress listening to music with your eyes shut to bide the time until he gets back. 

Be a man. Sam thinks to himself. Be a man. He watches you for a moment before getting dressed and laying down next to you with a sigh. Be a man. Be strong. She wont love you if you’re not tough. He scoots in behind you and softly kisses the back of your neck, laying his head next to yours. “Are you mad at me?” He places a hand on your hip, drawing your body closer to his.

When you realize that he’s back you pull of your headphones and toss them across the bed. “Why would I be mad at you?”

“Um…” He mutters, trying to remember what bullshit you told him about taking a breath and saying what you feel. “I have the feeling you think less of me for what I did today…” He whispers his lips lingering on the nape of your neck.

“I don’t.” You murmur, one of your hands brushing against his hand, causing him to nuzzle in closer to you. “I just don’t wanna push you do do anything you might not want to do. Sometimes… people need time before they feel comfortable being affectionate.”

“I’m not a bitch. If I wanna kiss you and touch you, I’ll fucking do it.” He growls against your neck, shutting his eyes as he leans his head into your neck, enjoying the warmth radiating off of you, his hands slide under the hem of your shirt, cool hands warming up as he rests them on your midriff. You let out a quiet hiss at his hands before you whisper.

“I care about you, Sam.” You whisper, letting him rest against you and staying still as he continues to readjust his body feeling out of place and wrong no matter how he rests against her. As he keeps moving, his frustration starts to bubble. Why wasn’t he able to just get comfortable, they had been dating for over a year, they’ve done this enough times for it to  make sense. “Sammy?” You ask quietly.

“Shut your trap! Can’t you see I’m trying to get comfortable?” He shouts before he moves away from you, facing the wall and resting his head in his hands.

After a few moments of stunned silence, Sam sighs, rubbing his eyes. “I needed the money, and that was the only way I could get it. But I feel dirty. I feel ashamed. Like I cant even look at you.” He grumbles, tears in his eyes. “I don't want you to hate me…”

“I don’t hate you.” You whisper, sitting up and crawling to his side, lifting his head to yours and kissing him gently. Instantly, he runs his fingers through your hair, hugging you to him. He closes his eyes, laying his head against your chest. 

“I'll be better. I promise I won't do any of this anymore... I just-” He sniffles, wiping his tears. “I just needed money. I didn't want to do it.”

“I know.” You say calmly, rubbing his back. “Do you feel like… emasculated?”

He stays quiet and takes a breath, trying to contain his emotions. “Yeah. I feel emasculated. I feel humiliated, disgusted with myself, dirty. It's just- I just feel so bad about myself.”

You stay silent for a moment, but slowly, he starts to turn to you. “I want to... I want to feel powerful again. I want to not feel like this anymore. I want to be in control.” He murmurs, tugging you to him again, his hands sliding up your pajama shirt as he tugs you on his lap. “Please?” He groans, leaning up to nibble on your collarbone, kissing his way up to the spot right under your ear, kissing you softly.

“Okay.” You murmur, reaching down to rub his shoulders gently. His eyes light up once you agree and he slowly kisses his way down your neck, gently biting you. His hands hold on your waist, pulling you tighter to him before he tugs your shirt off, throwing it across the room. 

“Did ‘ya know you taste really fucking sweet?” He whispers before he pulls you into a kiss, his tongue shoving its way into your mouth, hands grabbing at your waist. When he pulls away, you're both panting and he goes in again, biting at your lip and tongue, relishing in the way you jump and squeak. “You taste like mint and- uh… mint and”

“Coconut?” You offer, grinding your hips onto his, gasping as you feel his hardening member hit your thigh.

“Did I ask you?” Sam grunts as he tugs your hair back to kiss at your neck, sucking in hickeys across the base of your neck. “But yeah, coconut. Thanks babe.”

You beam with pride as he smiles, before he pulls you forward again and whispers in your ear. “You wanna make me feel in control? Wanna help me feel better? Get on your fucking knees and open your whore mouth.”

With a light push at your shoulders you get up and sit betweens Sam’s legs at the edge of your bed. You watch wordlessly as he unzips his pants, and stands to let his baggy shorts drop to his ankles. Once they pool on the ground, he sits and guides your head to him and you take a breath as you look at the sheer size of him, your mouth watering. You move on your own, your hands moving to give him a few quick strokes and watching as his eyes narrow at you and his chin juts out.

“What, you scared? Need me to hold your hand? Tell you how its done? We both know you’ve done this before, slut. I bet I’m not even in the first 20, probably not even the first 40.” He hisses at you, before you lean in and lick his tip, your eyes still looking up at him. Slowly, you start to slide him in your mouth and that earns you a groan, one of his hands, covered in a bunch of bracelets rushes to your head, gently rubbing your head as you ease him into your mouth.

You want to smile at him, but you focus on letting your mouth adjust, your nose resting against his trimmed pubes and the end of his cock hitting the back of your throat. No matter how mean he got with his words, his actions showed how he felt. He never rushed you, he wanted to make sure you were okay. And for a moment, you shut your eyes, letting him rub your scalp before you start to pull back, hollowing your cheeks as you find your rhythm. 

“Fuck.” Sam groans, his head falling back as he lets out a breath, only for his breathing to pick up. His eyes screw shut as he continues to rub your hair gently. “Perfect. Keep going.” He says breathlessly, and you watch him through half-lidded eyes. You hum and his hand grabs your hair tightly as his hips roll into your mouth on their own, set into motion by feeling of the vibrations on his cock. You keep moving, picking up speed as you listen to Sam’s groans and pants, and when you feel him start to tense up, you pull him out of his mouth. As you start stroking him until he cums on your face in thick ropes, you smile as you listen to his drawn out moans and gasps for air, giggling to yourself as the warm fluid hits your face and bare chest. Sam’s head is thrown back and you can see he’s smiling up at the ceiling, coming down from his high.

Once he’s drained, he lifts your chin and taps two of his fingers against your lips, smirking once you take them in your mouth. “Make sure you get them wet enough. Don’t need my little slut crying about how I didn't stretch them enough.”

Could I request a list of only Ominis’ headcannons??? Please?

YES YOU CAN I LOVE HIM

Ominis Gaunt Headcanons!

The sweetest most gentle soul ever

Even if he has his wand, he always appreciates you "guiding" him around

Grab his hand in the halls and gently pull him around

He knows where he's going, he just wants your touch all the time

Sleepy boy!

Cuddle him, hold his hand, sit with him in class and he's immediately falling asleep

Sleeping next to you makes him feel safe

He's very romantic! Brings you flowers, chocolates, jewelry, new robes, etc

(It's not like he doesn't have the money LOL)

Sugar daddy basically (but not in a gross way)

You go to hogsmeade together and the first thing he asks is if you want anything

He has such a sweet tooth!! Buy him stuff from honeydukes and he'll love you for the rest of your life

Or if you're a Hufflepuff, sneak him food from the kitchens!

Pda isn't really his thing, but hand holding or a gentle hand on his shoulder will have him blushing to his ears

Like in class, you gently put your hand on his to help him with something

He has a charm that will turn his pages to braile, but sometimes he still struggles because he can't exactly *see* what he's doing

Especially in potions, that's his worst class because he can't see what color his potion is

But you help him with his studies!

His favorite thing is your voice.

Read to him please! Read him books and novels from the library

Sit in the undercroft with his head in your lap and quietly read him any book of his choice

Or you can do other things in the undercroft!

Like spell practice! Tell him how you perfected a recent spell, like accio

Use accio on him, or his tie

PULL HIM IN FOR A KISS THAT WAY???

shocks him at first but you tell him what you're doing and ask if it's ok beforehand

Afterwards he literally flushes from his neck to his ears and down to his d

Anyways he thinks it's really hot

He's so sweet with you and gets really worried when you come back to the castle hurt after a mission or assignment

(Or if you go out in general)

always concerned for your safety because he's so worried about the dark magic he knows you deal with

Hearing sebastian cast crucio on you was one of the worst things he ever had to listen to

Tries so hard not to cry because he knows the pain that you had to go through

Runs over and holds you afterwards, gives you wiggenweld

Immediately after you get out of the scriptorium he's holding you and ranting about how he hates dark magic and saying how much he hates hearing you in pain

You talk him through it and hold him in your arms in the undercroft

He just a 10/10 boyfriend, Ominis loves you so much and is the most kind-hearted and loving man you'll ever meet

A/n- I love him so much RAHHHH

seventh year yule ball

Ominis:

MC: *tries to climb into Ominis's bed in the middle of the night*

Ominis: *rolls over panicked and grabs her in confusion*

MC: Its me, Ominis it's me.

Ominis: *Still half asleep* MC?

MC: Yeah *giggles*

Ominis: *lazy smile* what are you doing?

MC: Can I have a cuddle?

Ominis: Of course, come on in *small chuckle*

Sebastian:

MC: *tries to climb into Sebastians bed in the middle of the night*

Sebastian: *rolls over casually without even opening his eyes*

MC: (?)

Sebastian: *just smiles and pulls her into him*

MC: *giggles*

Sebastian: *lazily* Hi~

~

Another idea struck me and I had to ask. Could you do a scenario of female MC looking for treasure chests, one happens to be in the boy’s shower, so she’s in there late at night (alone) and then Ominis walks in to shower and she hides but is definitely ogling him and getting turned on the whole time. Bonus points if he starts pleasuring himself cause he thinks no one is there, maybe her name slips out?

🤭

I got you. 💚

Steamy showers 💚

NSFW, Masturbation, Peeping, characters 18.

MC looked around one of the guys' shower rooms after getting a tip from some portrait that there was treasure in there. She clocked the well hidden chest and took her prize, smiling to herself. When she heard footsteps approaching the showers, instant panic set in. She couldn't really go anywhere! She quickly got into a changing cubicle and peeked out, seeing Ominis walk into the shower area alone, in a towel "Well thank god" she thought, she was about to let him know she was there, when he removed his towel, hanging it up near the side of the showers, her mind went blank as she looked at his body "Fuck" her brain kept repeating on a loop, he was so perfect, he turned on the water and let out a sigh as the warm flow hit his skin, MC couldn't stop watching, she felt dirty, but just couldn't help it..

Ominis wet his head, his mousey hair falling forward into his eyes before he lifted both hands and pushed all his hair back, he clasped his hands at the back of his neck for a moment, just relishing in the water, god, he looked like a work of art, MC bit her lip at the sight. He grabbed his soap and started lathering up his body, MC's mouth dropped slightly, he ran the soap over his torso slowly, before setting it down, a smirk appearing on his face, MC wondered what he was smirking at, and that's when it happend.

Ominis reached out, putting a hand on the wall in front of him, and his other gently reached down to grip his cock, he pumped slowly, letting out a small moan. MC's cheeks blushed wildly as she watched, she crossed her legs together, the tightening of her upper thighs causing that tingling feeling inside of her, as she felt her pussy twitch from watching him. Ominis pumped himself a little faster, starting to let out light grunts in-between soft moans, which very slightly echoed in the showers, the warm water helping with the slickness and pleasure he was giving himself.

MC brought a hand down between her legs, and began to circle her middle finger against her clit, still watching him, she felt so utterly ashamed and embarrassed, but again, she couldn't help it, it was then that Ominis moaned out her name, she suddenly froze "Did he just? No? Surely not?" She thought, then he did it again. "Mmph, MC~" escaped his lips multiple times as he picked up his speed again, now bucking his own hips into his fist "Fuck, MC, mmmyeah fuuuuck" Ominis let out a drawn-out moan as he released onto the shower wall in front of him, his head thrown back as the water rained down on his neck and chest, MC covered her mouth with her hand, he just tossed himself off to the thought of her!?

She didn't know what to think, all she knew really was that she was turned on beyond belief, and happy as anything that she'd witnessed it, though she felt like a dirty pervert at the same time. Ominis panted quietly, grabbing his soap again to finish cleaning himself, a satisfied little smirk on his face. MC stood there in the cubicle, her mind spinning, her thoughts jumbled, her cheeks hot to the touch, when Ominis let out a small chuckle, which brought her out of her daze. "Did you like that little show, MC?" He took in an breath through his nose, a cheeky grin on his face as he bit his bottom lip "I can smell your purfume, your signature scent..I know you're in here" he smirked wickedly.

~

(I HAD to add that plot twist 🙃)

Headcanon for boys being absolutely smitten by Mc Sfw and Nsfw plz

Hehehev

Aged up btw!!!

SFW

Sebastian

Stares at Mc during class and gets in trouble for it.

Will tuck hair behind their ear if it's out of place like mid-conversation (doesn't matter who its with professor or friend)

Will drag them into a classroom to kiss them all over their face and then send them on their way all giggly and dazed

Has one of Mcs buttons in his pocket at all times. It's his good luck charm

Tells Anne all about his relationship with Mc for advice (not everything everything ;p )

Writes them really cheesy and not so good love poems

Saves every note they write him in class

Ominis

He's so gentle I just know it

He takes a little walk every day and gives Mc the best-smelling flower of the day

When he kisses them he always holds the side of their face so he knows where the lips are

Will listen to any rant whatsoever he loves them

Is obsessed with them describing things to him

Likes when Mc drags him around to shoe him something

Anytime he lends mc a book or he returns something to mc he always leaves a little gift in between the pages

Garreth

Once thought Mc looked so beautiful he fell to his knees

Has a journal filled with all of his favorite memories with them

Always has a lil treat on hand for Mc

Will randomly take their hand and give them a lil spin

Rests his chin on their head frequently

Has sprinted across the castle to give them a hug because someone was like “haha ur partner said they missed ur hugs”

Will always buckle/tie their shoes for them

NSFW

Sebastian

Is obsessed with leaving hickeys it makes him so wild.

Will crumble if Mc leaves a lipstick mark

If mc gets all dressed up for him he will beg! It's who he is

Is really playful in bed

A bit rough will grab mcs thighs too hard

Sometimes stops mid-way to just look at them

Cannot be on the bottom for the life of him

Ominis

He takes his time!

He will ghost his fingers over Mcs body and leave goosebumps

Likes to feel their breath against his skin

Compliments them in between kisses

He likes to bury his face in their neck

Likes when Mc is on top he doesn't mind tho

Gets super flustered afterward

Garreth

Has said “yes sir/ma'am” a few times on accident

He does as he is told! On his knees? He's been there! On the bed? He's jumping on that bitch

Gets overwhelmed by how much he's enjoying it a lot

He is a leg man doesn't matter if mc hasn't shaved or if they're not toned

He likes to eat out if ya know what I mean

Insists on Mc finishing first

Does the best aftercare he likes to cuddle and will bring a rag

could i get some sebastian and ominis (separate) x reader headcanons where the reader is like always rlly tired and on the verge of falling asleep right then and there😭 (bonus points if reader does actually fall asleep💀)

ME THIS IS ME IRL /GEN. I fall asleep everywhere omg!! This is very self-indulgent!

Sleepy! (Ominis, Sebastian)

Ominis Gaunt 🐍

He sleeps in class a lot honestly.

So when he notices how much you sleep?

He's concerned at first, wondering if you're getting enough sleep

You fall asleep on his shoulder or just complain about being tired all the time

You eventually tell him that there's no reason for it, you're just sleepy

Ok now he thinks it's cute

Holds you hand in class? BOOM you're asleep

Or hanging out in the undercroft maybe, you just lay down on him and immediately you're dozing off on his lap

He loves how cute it is, but still wants you to focus in class

So as much as he doesn't want to, he'll wake you up if you sleep for too long

If you're frustrated about it, he's here to comfort you

"I'm just so tired of being.. Tired all the time"

"I understand darling, I'll be here for you whenever you need me"

Naps in the undercroft on your free days!

Lay there in your casual clothes and cuddle

Seb in the corner: "GET A ROOM 😭😭🤢🤢"

But ominis is the sweetest when it comes to sleeping, so he thinks its so cute when you're just. Asleep for no reason

Sebastian Sallow ⭐️

Let's be honest here, sebastian is an absolute idiot?

He's a rascal, and the first thing he thinks of is to prank you.

It'll be completely silent and he'll drop his book on your desk as loud as he can

Scares the shit out of you

*BOOM*"HAHAHA"

"I'M AWAKE!!!"

He's not sweet like ominis, but does also get worried when he notices it's frequent

Will look over at you and you'll be dozing off

"You good??"

Asks you about it after class

You just explain to him that it's always been that way, you're just tired

He doesn't care after that 😭

Snaps his fingers in front of your face to wake you up

(You bit him once, he doesn't do that anymore)

After y'all start dating, his favorite thing to do is wake you up with kisses!!!

Grabs your hand and kisses the back of your palm

Or on the cheek

If he doesn't wake you up, he'll put his scarf on you!! (+10 points if you're in a different house🤭)

You try to give it back?

"Keep it, Green looks better on you"

Give him YOUR scarf!! It'll make him fall asleep cause it smells like you

He loves it. Even if you ask for it back.. You're not getting it back.

also likes naps in the undercroft!

Sometimes even sleeps there instead of the dorms

He ain't a peaceful sleeper bro he's out like a light and snoring with drool and everything

It's cute tho

If you're sleeping on the couch, he'll kiss you on the forehead to lightly wake you up

"It's time to wake up darling.."

I can imagine you just moaning and groaning like a kid cause you don't wanna get up

definitely teases you

"I know, i know, life is soo hard"

Y'all are so in love though, he's the sweetest

A/n- YEAHHHHHFBDNJDJSJD I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!