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Where we belong | Sebastian Sallow x fem!Reader | Oneshot

Word count: 3.2k

Summary: When Sebastian Sallow claims something...or rather someone as his, he'll take great care of it. Luckily he claimed you...

Warnings: smut (with a tiny bit of plot), aged up characters, possessive!Sebastian, dirty talk, teasing, mention of bj, choking, marking, "Good girl", fingering, edging, overstimulation, bondage, p in v, rough sex, creampie, minors dni

Hi there! ❤️️

This fic is part of Sallow Sunday with the theme ⛓kinky⛓ ! (credits to @rypnami)

But first of all, just a few of you might recognize this from somewhere else, as I've been the "seb finger anon" on @anto-pops amazing blog, who I decided to send a few anon asks to, inspired by her most liked kinks. It's been so much fun to see your reaction, Antoinette! Love ya! If you wanna check out the anon asks, click here -> X

Anyways, I hope you enjoy!❤️️

~Mia

It must’ve started somewhere with Sebastian asking you what you were thinking and you telling him about how deliciously good his knuckles feel like, whenever they pull out and push back in.

And it continued with the thought of how beautiful his fingers would look like with a coat of arousal on them.

Now, Sebastian’s deep brown eyes were staring at you.

You were looking back, already panting from coming so hard - the second time…right after your first one, cause he just didn't stop fingering you.

And then he opened his mouth, licking his fingers real slow and keeping eye contact with you.

"Mhh...you taste so fucking good, love", he mused quietly with a smirk, seeing how this simple gesture just made more arousal drip out of you.

He drags his long, thick fingers across the wet folds, basking in the way your legs twitch from the overstimulation.

Now with coated fingers again, he moves atop of you, letting his index and middle finger trail over your lips.

"Open, love. Taste yourself. You need to know how good this pussy is for me."

You gasped at his words, but faltered immediately, your tongue darted out to lick your own slick off his fingers.

It's salty, yet sweet. And arousing all the same.

Sebastian couldn't hold back his groan, feeling and watching your tongue swirl around his two fingers. You looked so pretty like this.

It reminded him of how, just a few moments ago, the exact same tongue swirled over the tip of his cock. Oh, it twitched eagerly between his legs at the image in his head.

He wanted you all to himself.

He wanted to show you every single way that would seek out this delicious pleasure.

He wanted you screaming his name, so the whole world would know, who you belong to.

You were his and only his.

"Good girl," he praised in a low voice, a dark and wicked grin forming on his lips at the plan forming in his head.

You were in for a wild ride.

His long and wet fingers pushed your lower lip down, making it bounce back up, when his fingers trailed further - down your chin and slowly to your neck.

"You are so fucking gorgeous, love. You have no idea," Sebastian whispered hungrily, his lips ghosting yours.

He closed the gap, his lips molding right into yours, as if they were made for each other. It didn't take long for his tongue to tangle yours into a dance of dominance, but at last all you could do was submit to him, letting him guide you to paradise.

Especially as his large hand gently grabbed your throat...but he added no pressure to your disappointment.

The Slytherin only smirked against your lips, knowing exactly how he played with you. He brushed his fingers across your neck, lips parting again and eyes travelling down.

"Hm, I do have an idea how to make you even prettier."

Before you could react, air rushed out of your lungs from the way he started sucking on a sensitive spot on your neck, skin darkening into a beautiful shade of purple.

"Sebastian," you breathed weakly, feeling the tip of his dick brush against your swollen clit, making your hips buck up.

"Keep moaning my name, while I claim you as mine, love."

You whined, when Sebastian moved less than an inch lower to place a second hickey on your neck, right next to the other one, cause it made him move away from where you needed him most.

He simply chuckled, when he felt you wiggle closer to him again and heard you whimper when his tip teasingly slid through your arousal.

"So needy," the brunette whispered, his locks tickling your skin as he went to place yet another hot kiss to your throat.

"Come on, moan my name."

Holding his weight up with one arm on the mattress, his free hand slithered up to cup your breast, kneading it, before flicking his thumb over the perked nub, teasing that sweet moan of his name out of you.

"Sebastian~"

You arched into him, shutting your eyes tightly and feeling like every inch of your skin was on fire - especially from the way his lips trailed lower, adding one hickey after the other.

It almost felt like his movements were calculated and intentionally slowly forming a symbol on your neck.

"What are you doing?" You choked, your mind getting dizzy from the attention the Slytherin gave you.

"I'm just making sure," Sebastian started off, moving back up to meet your eye, his voice low and dripping with desire, "everyone truly knows, who you belong to, love."

You barely heard his words, as his cock teased you right at your entrance and you took the opportunity to move lower, his tip slipping right into you, earning a threatening groan from the man above you.

You saw him struggle to pull out again, intoxicated by the feel of your warm and soft walls enveloping him, but he did so anyways, now looking at you with a dangerous glint in his dark brown eyes.

"Someone's eager, hm?" He whispered, the hand that was just teasing your nipple, now moving back up, to wrap around your throat again, this time adding a bit of pressure to it.

You were about to lose your fucking mind, you just wanted him to grab you tightly and fuck into you, making you topple over the edge in no time. You knew he could do it. He was that good.

But today seemed like Sebastian would pull everything from his bag of tricks to make you squirm beneath him.

He leaned down right to your ear, his hot breath tickling you.

"You've been such a good little slut for me, you'll be able to wait for me to fill you up just a moment longer, won't you? I need to finish this."

At this point, with his hand slowly adding more and more pressure, he could ask you anything - really anything - and you would agree in a heartbeat, if it meant he would finally fuck you into the mattress.

"Yes! Yes, I'll be good," you answered a bit too eagerly.

"Let's make sure, you can keep this promise."

Suddenly he held up all his weight through the hand on your neck and you were sure you'd either lose consciousness in the next second or combust - maybe both - while his other hand grabbed his wand off the nightstand.

You didn't even notice it, until you heard him whisper a spell.

"Incarcerous."

Thick velvety ropes wrapped around your wrists and yanked them above your head, the ends of it tightly knotted to the bedposts.

You yelped in surprise, ripped from whatever fantasy your mind just conjured and you looked up at your bonded wrists and back at the man above you, who has removed his hand from you and wore the smuggest grin on his lips.

His long fingers brushed over your sensitive skin, following the purple trail he started forming on your neck and collar bone. And he let his fingers tell you where his mouth would go next, so you knew exactly what he was doing.

Sebastian, possessive as always, was forming a big "S" out of hickeys on your neck and chest.

"You're insufferable," you joked and managed to roll your eyes at him with a smile, but when he only replied...

"And you're all that I desire."

...you almost lost it, moaning loudly with his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your chest.

"You look so beautiful like this," Sebastian whispered hungrily against your skin, his full-blown pupils looking up at you through his long lashes.

Your hands gripped the velvet ropes tightly, needing to touch him so badly right now. Needing to feel his soft hair between your fingers. Needing to scratch his back until the red streaks would threaten to start bleeding.

Or he threatened you with his hand on your throat again, to not scratch him like that.

Sebastian complained at least a week for not being able to sleep on his back from your marks, though you know he prefers to sleep on his stomach anyways.

You were pulled right out of your thoughts, when his teeth sunk into your skin once more and you gasped.

"Still with me?"

Sebastian chuckled darkly, the glint in his eyes more dangerous than you've ever seen before. He was at his height of possessiveness.

He needed you here in this moment every second of the way.

This was...special after all.

"Yes...yes fuck. I just," you started breathlessly, his tongue gently licking over the seventh or eighth hickey. You lost count.

"Hm?" He simply hummed with a smirk.

"I want to touch you, please. I need to feel more of you. Please, Sebastian."

Oh, you begged so beautifully. It must've been his favorite sound.

Hm, no, there was one that exceeded this, yes, and soon he would hear it again.

His heart clenched in his chest at the thought and his dick twitched once more, precum dripping onto your thigh, which you kept on wiggling, but only slightly, so he let it pass.

The groan rumbled deep in his chest and his face told you how much he was struggling to keep your hands from him. To keep your inviting heat from him.

You let a small victorious grin slip on your lips, but quickly hid it again, hoping he didn't see it.

But of course, the Slytherin caught it.

"You little minx. You think you can break me so easily? You think I fall for your tricks?"

Oh, his hand slithered back up to your throat and this time you probably looked like a deer caught in headlights, eyes wide and shakily breathing, when his long fingers wrapped around and started to squeeze slowly.

And when his knee moved upwards to meet your slick folds, you cried out.

"Sebastian!"

"Mh...bad girls like you deserve to be punished, don't you think?"

Before you could reply anything, his knee started moving and you stared up at the man above you, who simply smiled down with pure smugness.

With your head falling deeper into the pillow below, his knee worked you up, making you climb higher and higher to this place of pure ecstasy.

It was pure torture.

How good his hand felt wrapped around like a tight necklace and his knee rubbing your clit, your hole clenching around nothing. And your hands still aimlessly wiggling in their restrictions, needing something more to hold onto, instead of the fabric.

"Are you close, love?"

Sebastian's voice was low and his breath against your ear tickled you enough to send goosebumps down your whole body.

"Y-yes," you moaned, gasping for air, starting to see stars from all the sensations. "'m s...close..."

"Are you gonna cum?"

The knot deep in your abdomen started tightening so hard, it almost hurt.

"Yessss~"

"Good," Sebastian simply whispered.

You were right on the precipice of coming completely undone.

You tasted it right on the tip of your tongue.

You shut your eyes tightly and...just...a little bit...more...and...

...he removed his knee.

You mewled, feeling the promise of an orgasm slip right through your fingers, leaving you breathless and so fucking desperate.

He cooed you, caressing your cheek gently, as if he wasn't the one causing this.

"Hush, hush, love. As I said...bad girls like you deserve to be punished. So...will you be a good girl and follow my orders?"

In this very moment you knew you hated him. You hated him more than anything else.

But God, if you'd die this exact moment, you'd die a lucky woman.

"Yes."

"Good girl," Sebastian praised you, brushing the hair sticking to your forehead back and giving you a sweet and gentle kiss, before continuing his work on your chest.

And you kept your promise, staying as still as possible for him to create his little masterpiece right on your neckline, which was hard to do with his fingers travelling all over your body and his mouth sucking your skin just right.

Your heart was beating out of your chest, and you whined under him, barely able to keep your promise when he sucked another hickey on you.

"Fuck, every little sound you make goes straight down to my cock. You make me so fucking hard."

Oh, and he made you feel just how hard it made him, rubbing his cock so perfectly against your clit, only making you whine more desperately for him.

"Lucky for you, I am finally done with my work here," he grinned, trailing the purple skin with his finger once more, as if to seal it with this gesture.

You need a moment to register what his words meant, but when it hit you, it hit you like a train.

"You've been such a good girl and good girls get what they want. So, tell me...what do you want, my dear?"

"Oh please, I need you."

Yes, you sounded so desperate, and it was music to Sebastian's ears.

"I need to touch you a-and I need you to fuck me. Just please...I need you!"

"Fuck," the brunette growled above you, his face contorting and you looked down, seeing a hand wrapped around his dick, which was pulsating and dangerously red-tipped, pushing down on it to hold himself back.

"When you sound like this, I'm not going to last even before getting inside you, love."

You smiled brightly at him, almost beaming, knowing just how much on an effect you were having on him as well. He was throbbing with anticipation and desire and so were you, seeing him grab his wand once more and finally releasing you from your confines.

Your arms immediately wrapped around Sebastian's broad shoulders, pulling him real close, kissing him feverishly. He had barely time to place his hands next to you, so he wouldn't crash right into you.

But you didn't care.

You just kissed him with so much passion, your fingers finally able to tangle in his brown curls and the others digging into his freckled skin.

He simply moaned into your kiss, tongue delving into you, while his tip once again brushed against your clit.

That tore you away from his lips for a moment and Sebastian just smiled, propped up on his elbows, fingers brushing soothingly through your hair.

"Are you ready?"

The love and tenderness in his words, his smile and his oh so beautiful eyes...you just knew that not only you belonged to him, but his heart and soul - his entire being - it belonged to you and only you.

He was entirely yours and no one could ever change that.

"Yes," you smiled back, pulling him in for another quick kiss before he started to push inside you.

Even with all this preparation and the amount of arousal pooling between both of your legs, the sensation of him pushing into you still left you absolutely breathless.

Your moans when he bottomed out, mixed together into a wonderful harmony of passion.

Sebastian started to move slow, your eyes fixated on one another as both of you let yourselves fall into the pleasure you gave each other. His hips increased their speed, the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin starting to fill the room.

At some point the bed started creaking, earning a small chuckle from both of you in between moans and gasps.

Sebastian angled himself up above you, your hands flat on his pecs, feeling the rapid heartbeat inside his chest. His hips kept on snapping in an increasing speed against you, the tip hitting even deeper inside you, brushing against that spot, which made you mewl once more.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," the brunette muttered in between thrust, seemingly lost in the moment, his eyes shut tightly and his control slipping.

You knew he was close, and he tried his best to get that one last orgasm out of you, before he would let himself come undone.

"Sebastian," you managed to say, pulling his attention back to you.

His big brown eyes were wide and dark, desperate for you.

"I love you."

And there was this warm and loving expression again. Now his eyes almost looked amber in the dim light of your room.

With a hand on his neck, you pulled him back down to you, holding him close, while his hips didn't stop thrusting, now hitting even deeper and pounding against your sweet spot every time.

Your whole body trembled from this new position and there it was in reach again...your impeding climax.

Big arms wrapped around you tightly, holding you, steading you, keeping you completely safe.

"I love you, too."

His whispered words and a very powerful and precise thrust were all that it took for you to topple over the edge with a scream of pure ecstasy. Your walls convulsed around Sebastian, tightening in an almost death grip and all you could manage to say was, "Inside. Cum inside."

And so, he did after just two thrusts, cumming in spurts of hot white strings that coated your insides, filling you up completely.

Your trembling limbs stayed like this for a moment, Sebastian's hips only moving subtly, drawing out your orgasm as long as possible, before he got too sensitive and stopped moving all together, knowing how much you needed him to stay inside after such a strong orgasm.

To be honest...even if the slightest movement right now hurt him, Sebastian didn't want to break this bond you two had in this exact moment.

This was all he ever wished for.

All he ever needed.

Yes, if he only had you in his arms just like this for the rest of his life, he would die a lucky man.

After some time, your breathing came back to normal, your eyes weren't as hazy anymore and reality crept its way back into your minds.

Still holding him close and staying connected, you two turned around, so Sebastian was on his back and your body on top of his.

It fit right into his, as if you two were made for each other.

Oh, you were sure of it.

You two belong to each other...forever.

With this thought in mind, a tired smile on your lips and his fingers drawing soft circles on the small of your back, you were lulled into a deep slumber, feeling absolutely safe and sound.

The next morning, after a desperately needed shower...only together of course, you stood in front of the mirror, getting dressed, while Sebastian dried his hair with a towel, another one hanging around his hips, as he walked over to you.

You pouted slightly, looking at yourself in the mirror, your fingertips trailing over the purple S on your neckline, the jewelry on one of your finger shimmering in the morning sun.

"Wasn't the ring enough?"

"Of course not, love," Sebastian chuckled, wrapping his arms around your middle, placing his head in the crook of your neck, smiling as he inspected his work in the mirror.

"When I said, I wanted you to wear my name, I meant it metaphorically and literally."

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"Let me take care of you" | Ominis Gaunt x fem!Reader | Oneshot

Word count: 4.3k

Summary: Today felt like you were jinxed from the gods and everything went wrong, but fortunately you have a boyfriend who loves to take care of you.

Warnings: smut (with a tiny but of plot), aged up characters, slight Dominis, cunnilingus, bj, p in v, rough sex, minors dni

I'm back, baby! ❤️️

Felt inspired to write a short little smut story with Ominis. 🥵️

"Could you handle me" part 3 is still in the works, but it's been very slow unfortunately! I'm quite busy and can't say when it's finished, sorry!!!

Hopefully this will suffice for the time being!

~Mia

The metal gate opened with a squeaking noise and rattled back down, after you stepped into the cold air of the Undercroft.

It slightly soothed your headache and sore muscles, but not as much as seeing your boyfriend relaxing on a velvet couch with a tome in hand and his wand in the other.

Ominis' blonde hair was pulled back as always, but wasn't as neat as in the morning, when you saw him for only a fleeting kiss to the cheek. His milky blue eyes were floating in a way just above the book he was reading.

It was a little quirk of his - whenever he tried to concentrate, his view would shift so he wasn't "looking" directly at it, but instead tilted his head forward or to the side, letting his heightened senses take over. 

This time he was concentrating on the whispers that ran through his body, when the tip of his wand hovered over the words of the page. He once explained it to you as pulsating whispers in the back of his head.

You could always listen to him the whole day, explaining to you how he sensed the world around him...or how he sensed you.

Sometimes he teased you about it, how you could never sneak up on him, because he'd smell you, before you'd even catch a glimpse of him. Or that he noticed the difference of your footsteps to every other student in Hogwarts. 

He even once claimed he could feel your very distinctive magical aura. Across the whole castle and sometimes even beyond the walls. When he needed to feel close to you, he honed in on your magic and let himself get drowned in your feeling.

Your heart never fluttered so much, when he admitted this to you one tired evening, wrapped around each other's naked limbs, sweat still glistening on both of your skin from previous activities. He whispered it into your hair, which he showered with kisses, while your nose was pressed against his pale soft chest and breathed in his intoxicating scent.

Remembering this brought a soft blush to your cheeks as you made your way over to him. But then the pounding of your headache came rushing back, reminding you of the horrible day you just had. With a groan, you let yourself fall onto the couch next to the Slytherin.

"Hey, Ominis", you sighed, rubbing your temples gently.

He looked up, a worried expression on his face, as he turned to you.

"Tiring day, love?"

His voice was gentle and soft, knowing how sensitive you were to sounds when you were this exhausted. Fortunately his voice was like honey, smoothing out any discomfort you felt throughout the day.

You reached out for the back of your neck, rolling around your head, feeling your tense muscles underneath your fingers. You groaned once more before answering.

"That's understated. Merlin, I never had so much bad luck in one day. Woke up with pain in my limbs from sleeping in a wrong position all night, brewed utter rubbish in potions class and almost lost to Prewett in DADA. But how was your day? I hope it was better than mine..."

Ominis closed the tome on his lap while listening to you and put it away onto the small table in front of the couch, together with his wand. He leaned back, calm as ever.

"My day was rather uneventful. But it has become way better, now you're here."

His sweet lopsided grin triggered a similar response from your mouth. The back of his hand gently caressed your arm, slowly trailing up to your shoulder and neck, his thumb adding some pressure.

"May I take care of you, my little dove? Take away all this tension in your body?"

You sighed, feeling a wave of relaxation wash over you.

"Yes, please..." You whispered, feeling Ominis' expert fingers pushing down on a quite sore muscle right on the edge between neck and shoulder, releasing some of the tension in your body, making you lean into his touch.

He grinned, loving the way you always seemed to falter when he touched you just right. And he knew your body better than his own, understanding every single twitch and shiver as a signal where you needed him most.

You let your boyfriend move your body, so your back was facing him and he turned his full attention to you. His hands softly ran over your shoulders, your spine and down to your lower back.

"Gods, you're stiff as a board, darling."

You only replied in an exhausted sigh, also feeling a little annoyed by the fabric covering your aching body. Without you needing to even open your mouth, Ominis started untugging your shirt from your skirt, pulling it over your head and gently placing it over the backrest of the couch. Knowing you well, he took off your bra, too, placing it with the shirt.

You grabbed a pillow, hugging it tightly, feeling goosebump covering your bare skin from the cool air in the Undercroft.

Ominis warm hands found their way back to your soft skin and caressed it with so much tenderness, it almost melted your heart. He slowly worked his way over your tight muscles and knots, loosening them bit by bit. He knew when to put more pressure on sore spots and when to soften his touch again to avoid hurting you.

It was pure bliss.

You sighed and even moaned from the way he touched you so perfectly. The troubles of the day just washed away and it was as if there was only ever this moment right now.

Ominis gave your left shoulder a peck, moving over to the right and doing the same. Then a soft kiss to your spine. Then one higher, right on your neck.

"Mhh, Ominis..."

You felt the smile playing on his lips, when he placed another kiss right to your hairline.

"Are you feeling good, little dove?"

"Yesss~"

"Good." He hummed lazily, rubbing your back with a bit more intensity.

You didn't know what it was...maybe just the fact of his hands on your naked upper half, his gentle kisses or his scent engulfing you entirely...but you noticed the sudden shift in the air.

And just the thought of his hands moving towards the front or down to your thighs made you moan a little louder.

"Hm?"

Oh, his voice was a lot lower...a teasing tone mixed into it.

"Something the matter?"

"N-no..." You stuttered, taking in a sharp breath, when his fingers trailed over your sides, coming dangerously close to your chest.

"Are you sure? You know darling...if there's any other way I can help you...relax, one word and I'll do it."

He whispered those words close to your ear, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive neck.

Your arm reached behind you, grabbing the back of the Slytherin's head, keeping him close as his lips connected to your burning skin.

"Oh, Ominis...mhhh...p-please..."

"Please what? Darling, you need to use your words or I can't help you."

You bit your lip, feeling heat traveling down between your legs and a different kind of knot forming in your lower stomach.

"Please, touch me more."

"More? Hm..."

His arms slowly wrapped themselves around your body, but only touching your stomach.

"Here?"

A small little whine escaped your lips and you knew he was playing with you. He always knew what you needed. Sometimes Ominis couldn't help himself enjoying how he had you wrapped around his fingers.

One of his large hands traveled up, cupping your breast and pressing each finger into it individually, making you breathe harder.

"Here? Or..."

You gasped when his other hand made it's way from your stomach down to your thigh, under your skirt and finally to your damp cotton underwear.

"...is this where you need me, love?"

"T-there..."

You shivered on your whole body and it took all of your strength not to crush your boyfriend's long delicate fingers, by pressing your thighs together. His warm body hugged your scorching hot back, his tongue licking up your pulse on your neck.

He then continued to whisper in a husky and hungry tone.

"Then why don't you lie down on your back? This way I'll make you feel even better."

Ominis held his arms around you in a way to support you when getting off of the couch, getting up himself. Somehow there was always an arm, a hand or a finger attached to you, as if not feeling you would break this connection he felt with you in those moments. It was endearing and arousing all the same.

And the way you already messed up his perfectly styled hair, was even more arousing.

You lied back down onto the old yet comfortable couch, already feeling way lighter than when you first came into this secret place of yours and the two Slytherin boys.

Ominis' porcelain hand ran over your side, over your thigh and back up, when he finally climbed over you, encasing you with his limbs. His lips hovered over yours, breathing you in for a moment, the hunger clearly visible in his face.

"You're so perfect, little dove."

The back of his hand stroked your cheek affectionately, before kissing you as soft as possible. It made your heart race and your cheeks blush in a deep red, that he could feel under his touch. 

His hand trailed down to your ear, then your neck with a featherlight touch, fingertips outlining your collarbone. At last he held onto your side, revisiting all those previous places with his perfect lips, kissing, licking and sucking. Even a loving bite was part of it. He knew how much you loved getting marked by him and he knew exactly where to place them, hitting every sensitive spot and pulling out small moans and whimpers out of you.

You closed your eyes, biting your lower lips, muffling your noises a bit.

Finally his lips reached their destination, licking tiny little circles over your hardened nub, while one hand took care of the other.

"Ahhhh...Ominis~"

"Relax, darling. Just let me love you."

His affectioned words whispered right over your nipple, made it perk up even more, the air being so cold. He continued circling and even sucking on your nub, making your back arch and hips roll.

There was a place on your body growing with heat and feeling neglected, desperate for some kind of friction and Ominis' knee was too far away to take on that job.

A chuckle rang in your ears, making you look down to your boyfriend.

Ominis knew exactly what he was doing to you and found great enjoyment in pulling out those sweet reactions from you. You let your head fall back onto the pillow, feeling a little embarrassed, how easy it was for him to do so. He only needed to say a word, blow a kiss against your skin or smile a certain way and you instantly crumbled.

"Don't worry, darling..."

He said, licking at your other breast and kissing it.

"...I will take care of you."

His hand from your breast glided over your thigh, reaching around and his fingertips almost touching your bottom, but instead they pushed your leg up.

His kisses traveled lower and lower over your abdomen to right at the edge of your skirt. He moved the fabric up, inspecting the damp cloth covering your aching cunt.

Ominis clicked his tongue, smirking to himself, when his fingers got another feel of this wetness between your legs.

"So wet for me already...such a good girl."

Another blush creeped up into your face, probably spreading across your neck and shoulders already, hearing Ominis say those words.

His long slender fingers wrapped around the waistband of your panties and gently slid them down your legs. You lifted them, to help him get them off.

But instead of throwing them to the side, he held the fabric to his face, taking in a deep breath and you watched him with big eyes.

"Merlin, you smell divine."

Instantly more heat and slick pooled in between your folds and your muscles in your legs tensed up, shivering in response.

"So sweet and inviting, dove. I need to taste you..."

With the lacy fabric now tossed to the side, Ominis nestled himself right between your legs, pulling you closer to his mouth by your hips.

"So perfect..." You heard him mumble against your folds, his finger running over them and spreading them apart, making you gasp and clench for a moment.

Your mewls and moans only spurred the blonde on and his tongue darted out, lapping up the juices that had gathered there.

"Oh, oh my...ahhh~"

You weren't able to muffle your moans anymore by biting down on your lips. You were afraid of drawing blood, cause you'd bit harder and harder with the way Ominis handled you.

"Yes, darling...let me hear how good I make you feel."

The tip of his tongue licked up and down your slit, circling the hard pearl at the top, earning more sounds from you.

You held onto the pillow your head was laying on and your other hand reached out for the soft blonde hair.

Ominis sucked deliciously on your clit, and his fingers teased your entrance. He licked them for a moment, before letting the first digit push into you. It slid in so easily that he didn't have to wait to push in the second finger.

"So needy and desperate for me, love."

"Hah hah, y-yes. Just for you..."

You breathed, having trouble to calm down.

As his tongue continued its ministrations on your pearl, his fingers started to move in and out, sometimes curling his digits inside you to rub against this sensitive spot.

It made you clench around him, the pleasure already feeling too much for you to handle.

"Oh, fuck. Feels s' good~"

With your words starting to slur, Ominis knew you were getting lost in the pleasure he gave you. Also the way you clenched even tighter around his fingers, making him struggle to keep up his speed, told him everything he needed to know.

"Fuck...you're so tight, dove."

It was turning him on so much, he did unconsciously rub his hardened member, still trapped in his pants, against the couch.

He put your trembling legs over his shoulder, reaching even further into you.

Ominis groaned against your cunt, the vibration bringing you close to the edge.

He licked you relentlessly, his finger pumping in and out of you in a quickened speed. Meanwhile your fingers tangled into his hair started pulling on them, trying to hold onto anything.

"Please, let me taste you. Spill on to me, my darling and let me drink you up."

Those words sent you over the edge, screaming his name.

His finger immediately retreated, replacing them with his tongue, so he could lap up all the juices spilling out of you. You tasted so sweet against his tongue, he felt like just cumming from this alone.

Your hips bucked wildly against him, feeling oversensitive with his tongue still licking you. It almost hurt, yet it felt so good, dragging out your orgasm even further.

After a while he slowed down, placing soft kisses on your thighs and waiting for your tremors to subside. Your breathing and heartbeat returned to something closer to normal and you slumped into the couch.

Ominis gently put your legs back onto the cushions, using his fingers and tongue to clean his mouth and chin, still covered in your spill. He leaned down to you, kissing you long and deep, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

Sitting back up, his fingers opened up one button after the other of his beautiful white dress shirt, that clearly had some sweaty spots now after his incredible work.

Your eyes found their way to the very visible bulge that formed on his pants. You bit down your lip and wanted to reach out, helping Ominis to get out of them, but he noticed your movement, grabbing your wrist with a scaring precision, before you were able to grab the fabric.

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

"I am taking care of you, my dear. Just relax and watch the show. I know how much you like watching me get undressed."

You blushed and hummed in agreement.

The blonde got up from the couch, standing next to you, where you could easily watch him. And you did.

You were completely mesmerized by him stripping down to his underwear.

His skin was so fair and like porcelain, constellations of beauty marks littered around his arms, chest, stomach and even his legs. For some reason you loved the one right by his nipple and the group of three on the inner side of his right thigh. Maybe it was the fact that only you were allowed to see them like this. Only you knew every last spot of his moles, just like he knew every little dimple of your body. He memorized your body like a map of his favorite place. It sure was his favorite place.

He could imagine coming back to it forever. Your body was his home...where he felt safe, loved and understood.

Just how you felt with him. Your heart grew and overflowed with love for this man standing in front of you.

"You are gorgeous, Ominis."

The smile on his lips was so beautiful and he genuinely seemed happy to hear you being so entranced by his body.

"Why thank you, love."

The outline of his underwear and the wet spot told you just how much, Ominis got turned on, eating you out. It wasn't the first time he did and he did tell you it was one of his favorite things to do, still it always surprised you just how much it affected him.

And how good he was at it.

You couldn't help yourself but to let one hand rest on your chest, softly rubbing over your nipple and the other play with the lips between your legs.

He stepped closer, his fingers playing with the hem of his underwear. You gulped audibly, your eyes fluttering down to his bulge. Your mouth watered at the idea of tasting him too.

There was just something so arousing about it.

"Can I, please?" 

You asked with almost an innocent tone to your voice. It made him groan and his dick clearly twitched underneath the fabric.

"If you ask so nicely, of course, dear."

Ominis finally pushed his underwear down, letting his erection spring free. It was leaking so much precum. You thought back, but couldn't remember if he was ever so hot and bothered for you.

His big hands wrapped around his cock, spreading the precum all over his length, pumping it a few times, before moving close enough to your mouth, so you could take him in.

You softly licked his tip first, from the slit up to the little hole that's still dripping. A few swirls around the red tip before you wrapped your lips around his length and bobbed your head down it, taking him deeper every other time.

Sinful moans and whimpers fell from the man, only causing your cunt to start dripping again, too and your fingers to circle your sensitive clit. Your moans that vibrated against his dick made it twitch wildly. It took everything in him not to cum into your mouth, even though you probably wouldn't even have minded, but Ominis still had other plans.

When you started to hollow your cheeks, sucking in his dick and grabbing his shaft and balls with your one hand, he had to push himself off of you. He was panting a lot, working himself back to reality, his dick glowing in a dangerous red.

"Fuck...love, you're too good. Merlin..."

You only giggled in response.

"This wasn't my plan, dear. This is still about me taking care of you."

"But I love making you feel good, too."

Ominis' chest shook with the soft chuckle from his lungs.

"You are an angel, dear. Don't worry about it...you will make me feel good, too, soon enough."

"Oh? What's on your mind, love?"

Ominis smirked and ran his hand over your knee, down your thigh and touching your hand, that was still working on your wet cunt. A finger was moving in and out, missing the way his fingers felt in there, as yours neither reached as far, nor filled you up so good. It made the man smile to feel you touching yourself.

"I guess you already know what's on my mind...seems to me you're all ready for me again, hm?"

He took your hand and lifted it to his mouth, licking your delicate fingers clean, while also pumping his dick slowly with his other hand. A breath hitched in your throat, feeling his tongue swirling around your fingers.

God, you loved this man.

Ominis climbed on top of you again, lifting your one leg over the backrest and holding the other with his hand. His erection already pressed against your wet folds, as he leaned down to kiss you passionately.

He moved against you, slicking his member with your juices.

Parting from your lips again, he swallowed thickly and furrowed his eyebrows, the desperation to feel you completely clearly written on his face.

"Are you ready, dove?"

"Y-yes. Please make me yours."

You didn't have to say it twice. He pushed his prick inside your entrance, making sure to take it slow as it was quite larger in size and girth than his fingers earlier. But he slipped in easily with all the slickness between the two of you.

A long low growl rumbled in his chest, when he bottomed out.

"Gods, you are so tight. So fucking perfect for me."

Whenever he cussed like that, you knew he was losing his self-control. He was always a gentleman and so eloquent, but in the bedroom, when your legs were wrapped around his waist, he always lost it.

You hummed in anticipation of his first slow thrust, but suddenly he pulled out and pounded his dick back into you, making you cry out.

"Fuck, I'm sorry." He whispered, his forehead leaning against yours. He could feel the creases on yours from the painful sound you just made.

"No, no." You immediately replied, taking his cheek into your hand. 

"Do it again please..."

His eyes widened in surprise for a moment, but then he did as he was told, pulling out and quickly shoving his cock deep inside you again. This time, being prepared, your cry sounded more like one of pleasure, as it burned your insides so perfectly.

Ominis started a slow but reckless rhythm, pounding his cock into your tight cunt, making you mewl and whimper, your arms wrapping around his back, nails digging into his skin.

You felt so incredibly good for him, the sting of your nails only adding to this primal urge he felt deep in his abdomen, to break you apart with his cock.

"I love you, Ominis."

Those sweet, sweet words tore away any restraints he still had and he picked up his speed, lifting your leg higher, to go even deeper. Your cries got higher too with every thrust of his hips.

His cock pushed right against this perfect spot inside you, where you could only clench around him and moan even louder. His almost bruising strikes against it, so deep inside, were precise and calculated. Even with him losing his self-control, pleasuring you was just natural for him and by gods, you were a complete mess beneath him.

You edged closer and closer, the new knot in your stomach close to painful. Your boyfriend's name became a mantra, as if it was the only thing your mind knew anymore.

You were all surrounded by him, his wet skin slapping against you, his sweet scent engulfing you completely and his even sweeter sounds tickling your shoulder.

Ominis mouth just hung open, breathing hot against the crook of your neck, as he completely wrecked you with his speed and size. When his one hand came down to rub the perked little pearl right above your entrance, it pushed you right over.

You came with loud and lewd noises, your legs trembling, toes curling, your eyes rolling back into your skull and with a few more skillful thrusts, Ominis fell over the edge as well, emptying himself deep inside you.

You felt yourself float off of the earth...just complete bliss.

You held Ominis close, making him float with you, kissing him messily. Some kisses were more on the cheeks than on the lips, but he didn't mind. He just did the same.

Slowly but surely you two came back down, reality creeping its way back into your minds.

Carefully Ominis pulled out, leaving you feeling empty, but he instantly pulled you into him again, holding you close, as you two shuffled around, to make you lay on top of him. Your limbs wrapped around each other and Ominis peppered your head with kisses, his hands caressing your arms, while your head was close to his chest, listening to the calming beat of his heart.

"I love you, too."

You looked up at your Slytherin and just smiled. He looked so exhausted and still absolutely relaxed and happy.

"I hope you're feeling just as good as I am feeling now."

"Even better, love. Even better."

You whispered against his lips, giving him a long and loving kiss.

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Could you handle me? | Sebastian Sallow x fem!Reader | Chapter One

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: Sebastian is always flirting with you and up in your personal space. So you decide to finally let him taste his own medicine.

Warnings: aged up characters, pining, tension (will likely lead to smut in a following chapter), minors dni

~ chapter two ~

Welcome back to my blog!

This marks the end of my 4-year hiatus and I'm really excited. I think I learned a lot since then and hope I can entertain some people with a few HL fanfics.

Stay tuned for more ❤️️

~Mia

Suddenly he moved closer...a lot closer. His arm resting against his cocked hip, his chest almost brushing your bicep. It sent shivers down your spine, but luckily he wouldn't be able to distinguish them from your other shivers caused by this cold evening.

Yet you couldn't help yourself from looking down to the messily tucked in shirt, up his vest buttons, over this deliciously exposed neck and to stop at his teasing smile and dark brown eyes. You raised an eyebrow at Sebastian, crossing your arms (more to lessen your involuntary shivers, whenever his chest touched you) and asked him, what exactly he thought of doing.

His damn perfect smile widened at this question, eyes growing darker.

"I'm flirting, isn't it obvious?"

You couldn't stop yourself from blushing a little, hoping he didn't see it before you turned your face away from him. This feeling...jumping around in your heart like a giddy child...you had to push it away, so inadvertently your crossed arms nudged him enough, so he had to change his position again. Finally there was some distance between you two again. 

Thank Merlin.

"Well, you should stop that. We don't want anyone to think of us otherwise, do we?"

You tried to cover your shaky voice with a playful tone, yet you weren’t sure if it was believable.

When you looked back up into his warm eyes, you wondered…was it a shimmer of sadness in his eyes just now? You couldn't tell for sure, as his smile came back again so quickly. 

Obviously he just wanted to get a rise out of you again. Always teasing, always flirting, always too god damn close. 

He was your friend, your best one to be exact, but oh, how you longed for more. This…flirting…it was the only thing you could allow yourself.

"I don't care what anyone thinks about us.” He answered in a hushed and dark voice. “I only care what you think."

He was standing there so confidently, while you could only notice your knees getting weaker with each second he was staring at you, waiting for a reaction.

Maybe you could allow yourself a little more.

Just a tiny bit more.

Maybe it would shut him up for good.

When you turned to face him completely and mirrored the darkness in his eyes, his ones widened. You didn't notice how his knees also got a little weaker and how his hands started to shake with anticipation, when you stepped closer.

"Oh, so you wouldn't care..." 

You stepped closer. 

"...if anyone saw us..." 

Another step. 

"...being so close and..." 

Another. 

"...personal?"

Now you were close enough for Sebastian to notice the faded scar on your temple, the small small discoloration in one of your eyes and smell this wonderful perfume of yours mixed with your own intoxicating scent.

He had to gulp down against the lump in his throat he suddenly felt.

"No..." His voice was low and raspy, a little shaky even. 

Oh this was perfect. Just perfect.

Finally you would get a little revenge for him always making you feel like you would lose your mind, whenever he stepped into your personal space so recklessly.

A wave of confidence rushed through your veins from seeing him like this. Seeing how his freckled nose flared up with his quickening breath, his cheeks turning an adorable pink and his lips quivering a little.

The gasp that escaped those lips, when you put your hand on his hip to pull him closer, shot right down your body, right in between your legs. You wanted to get used to this feeling. You wanted to just let go and drown in this exciting promise of his gasp.

You had to hear it again.

"Oh, I don't think you'd be able to handle it. To handle me."

Sebastian was barely able to hold back a muttered "Fuck", showing just how desperate he was for you. How much your hand sent tingles up and down his spine and how your dark voice awakened something so even darker inside him.

He bit his lower lip, watching you very intently.

Though his eyes shortly closed with the new sensation of your other hand running up his arm, over his muscular bicep and shoulder, stopping at his neck.

Oh, and when you pulled him down by it, almost fully closing the distance between your lips, he again let a gasp escape his mouth.

This was too fucking addicting.

Your stomach wanted to turn upside down, your legs wanted to give out and your lips...they wanted to kiss him and show him how much you needed him.

Your fingers gently ran up his soft curly brown hair, twisting it a little and scraping his scalp. He seemed to enjoy the feeling, closing his eyes once more, but quickly opening them again, to stare down at your lips.

You neither noticed your other hand drawing small circles on his lower back nor your breasts pressing against his taut chest. Your mind was already dizzy, running a marathon in your head, which your heart apparently took part in, hammering so hard and fast that you could only hear your own pulse in your ears.

Yet the moment your lips ghosted over his plush ones, everything stopped.

As if your whole body just shut down.

It felt like forever until your body turned back on, but it must've been less than a millisecond, when something similar to a siren started to blare a warning in your head.

THIS IS YOUR BEST FRIEND!

Everything inside you started to initiate the plan for Code Red.

You pulled back, stepping away from Sebastian completely, your hands falling down from the desperate grip they just had on him, while your heart ached like a thousand needles were attacking it.

Your eyes darted everywhere except to the brunette, only allowing you to look at him once, to see his reaction to your sudden retreat. Seeing his big wide eyes, you knew you had to cover up whatever just spilled out of your heart. You couldn't let your unusual abrasive behavior destroy this friendship.

So you just giggled half-heartedly, trying to cover all of this up as your usual non-serious flirting. 

"See? Couldn't handle me..."

Your voice wasn't very convincing, but you chose to ignore it as best as you could.

"Now come on, Sallow, you dumbass. We should be getting back to the castle."

Nice save there, you thought to yourself, rolling your eyes. Sebastian couldn't see it, as you already turned away, making your way towards the castle.

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The fear of losing you | Sebastian Sallow x fem!Reader | Oneshot

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: You came down with a nasty cold, draining you of all energy and Sebastian wasn't one to let you run around with that for too long. Especially since your state reminds him so much of someone else.

Warnings: angsty, but mostly fluffy, very scared little boy, mentions of injury/death, birth

Hello there! ❤️️

This lovely audio made by @legacygirlingreen inspired me to write this little fic! It's so cute and angsty, I just had to. Please do check her out!

Anyways, I hope you enjoy!❤️️

~Mia

“Where’s MC?”

The brunette looked at his blonde friend concerned, knowing he’s none the wiser. By this time usually you would’ve shown up to stuff your face with some breakfast pancakes or porridge, having this cute satisfied smile as soon as you were full. 

It was a tradition at this point.

Sebastian was usually the one coming in late into the Great Hall with his best friend. Meanwhile Ominis would be groaning that they again have so little time to get breakfast, because Sebastian just had to read the full chapter of his newest novel the night before and barely got out of bed in the morning. But when his deep brown eyes would scan the large room, he’d always find you in a heartbeat, smiling at him so sweetly. And after he would sit down and start eating himself, you’d always get distracted by the people sitting next to you, conversing happily, which would always be the perfect opportunity to stare at you, which of course Sebastian always used every single morning. And at the end, when everyone was full and supposed to get moving to their classes, you’d look at him again and by gods…the blush on your face, when he smiled at you or he even dared to wink at you. You clearly had no idea how it made him putty in your hands.

But today…no warm “good morning” smile, no unashamed staring, no blush.

“I don’t know. Maybe she had a late night and decided to sleep in and get food later,” Ominis said.

Sebastian let out a grunt, brows furrowing as he tried to think of a reason for you not showing up, already painting the worst cases of you being stuck in a cave, surrounded by enemies, or bleeding out somewhere, your lifeless body at the bottom of the Black Lake - no, he should stop assuming such terrible things, making every heartbeat and breath painful.

The students started to hurry through the large doors towards their classes, so Ominis and Sebastian got up, too.

When he looked to the masses pushing through the doors, he saw a figure standing there, looking towards the tables filled with all kinds of foods. It was you!

And Merlin…you looked awful!

Your face was so pale, the bags under your eyes so deep and visible, your hair not as shiny and soft as it usually was and overall you looked so weak.

His heart clenched and he felt himself worry so much in that moment. But he noticed your tired yet hungry expression, so just a second before the whole food vanished to the kitchens below, he quickly grabbed as many pancakes as he could with one hand.

Walking over to you, you noticed him, trying to give him a smile, but it was so weak. He was about to comment on your appearance, but bit his tongue, not wanting to put his foot in.

“Hey, MC. I’ve managed to grab you some pancakes. I hope you don’t mind my filthy hands,” he laughed a bit awkwardly, holding the food to you. But you simply took it with a grateful little smile.

“Ah, thank you, Sebastian. I overslept.”

You and Sebastian trailed behind Ominis and the brunette couldn’t help but look at you, worry still written all over his face.

“Are you alright, MC? You look a little…”

“Ah, don’t worry about it. I just caught a little cold, I’ll be fine.”

Sebastian wasn’t completely convinced, but it was a good sign that you seemed to have an appetite, devouring the pancakes in no time. He would have to trust you, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t keep an eye out for you.

Unfortunately today you barely had any classes together and whenever he saw you rushing to the next class, it seemed you looked weaker and more tired. Especially when so many students again asked for your help with something so ridiculously irrelevant, but you couldn’t say no to even one of them, having a heart that was way too good for this world.

Finally after classes had finished for the day, he caught you running up the stairs in the Astronomy Wing, but every step seemed to be more of a struggle until you finally stopped, pressing your hand against the wall and breathing heavily, a few coughs escaping your lungs.

Quickly Sebastian caught up to you, wrapping his arm around you protectively, as you looked like you were about to fall.

“MC! Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry about me,” you tried to brush it off, trying to take another step without Sebastian’s support, but you failed.

“You clearly aren’t. Come on, let me help you.”

Before you could protest, you felt his arm slither behind the back of your knees and the other over your shoulders and with ease he lifted you up, carrying you up the stairs, your arms flinging around his neck, afraid of falling.

“I got you, MC. You’re not going to fall.”

~~~

When you looked at the Slytherin, you wondered if you saw a hint of a smile on his lips, enjoying the closeness of carrying you like this. But you couldn’t be sure, your mind was way too hazy with this damned cold you must’ve caught, exploring one too many cold and dark caves in search for an ancient artifact this old lady was searching for. A family heirloom she told you.

“Where should I bring you to? Your dorm?”

His voice was so soft and warm…yes, he was warm. His chest radiated so much heat to you, and you just wanted to get closer and closer, wrapping yourself in that cozy warmth.

“No, no. You remember my room? The door is closeby. I wanted to go there anyway.”

“Okay,” he nodded, walking straight to the empty wall across the dancing troll tapestry, the door quickly appearing in front of you and he stepped right on through, obviously still a little impressed by the sheer grandness of the room.

“You can let me down now,” you said, pushing against his chest, trying to keep at least some independence in your current state. And maybe because you couldn’t even hear yourself think with the way your heart was beating, being so close to your year-long crush.

It was quite embarrassing to be completely honest, you thought, harboring these feelings for him way too long by now and not being able to just confess. But somehow, whenever you found the courage to tell him, every word of the English language just escaped your brain, when he smiled down to you, waiting expectantly for you to say what important thing you had to tell him. At least you always managed to come up with something else, avoiding the embarrassment of babbling absolute nonsense to him and possibly being rejected. After all, you didn’t want to make things awkward between the two of you; besides, you couldn't even entertain the thought of having a chance.

To even think of it! 

Ridiculous!

~~~

Sebastian slowly set you down, though his heart protested loudly, wanting to keep you close…only to make sure, you’re okay, obviously.

You got to your feet and started to make your way towards your many brewing stations. Honestly, who in their right mind needed seven…seven brewing stations with three pots each. And it wasn’t even that just one of them was in use, but all of the spaces had liquids bubbling in cauldrons hovering over a small fire.

The moment your hand reached for the armrest of the large couch to stabilize yourself and you started coughing, Sebastian was quick to hold you again, stopping you from taking a step further.

“Why don’t you lay down right here on the couch and I’ll bring you whatever you need. How does that sound?”

He was happy you didn’t fight the idea like the stubborn person you often were and instead sat down. Sebastian carefully lifted your feet onto the couch, pulling a blanket over you and bringing two of the small pillows from the armchairs behind him to your head, making sure you’d be lying down comfortably. He didn’t mean to (or did he), but his hand brushed over your hair in a comforting way, like he often did with Anne. But you seemed to like it, closing your eyes and relaxing into it, until another coughing fit erupted from you. 

Quickly he looked around your room, ignoring the terrible clench of his heart, and instead finding your gardening pots. He knew that the leaves of one of your plants always helped Anne to lessen the urge to cough, so he ripped it off its stem and gave it to you, instructing you to chew it.

“It won’t taste nice, but it should help.”

His hand found its way back to your head, gently stroking it, fingers brushing through your hair and he smiled slightly, when the effect of the leaf took hold. You groaned, obviously hating to feel so helpless and weak. Sebastian knew how awful it felt, but he was just glad to be there for you. To take care of you. For once he could help.

~~~

With a hoarse voice, you called out his name.

“Sebastian? Could you get me my bag? It’s somewhere over there.”

You pointed to the place where you remembered throwing your bag, before rushing to bed in your dorm and luckily Sebastian quickly found it.

“There must be a vial with blue liquid inside.”

He roamed through it, mumbling how there was way too much random stuff inside it, but grabbed the vial and handed it to you, kneeling next to the couch. With one big swig, you downed its contents and were surprised it actually tasted quite decent.

“What did you just drink?”

“This is supposed to be a remedy for all kinds of sickness that a good friend of mine, a vendor near the shore, gifted me. I should be back to health after a good rest.”

A shaky, yet relieved sigh escaped Sebastian lips and you saw his whole body relax a little more. Was he so on edge because of you?

“Good, good. Then I should probably leave you to get some sleep.”

The boy stood up and for some reason you panicked.

“No!”

You were met by a confused look and you couldn’t help the blood rushing to your cheeks in embarrassment.

“I mean…could you maybe stay? Just for a little while?”

By Gods, you sounded so pathetic, but you didn’t want him to leave.

And to your surprise he sat down on the edge of the couch, smiling and nodding.

“Sure, if you want me here, I’ll stay.”

He placed a hand on your arm and gently ran it up and down. Maybe…just maybe…you could push for a little bit more.

“Do you mind laying down next to me?”

You shifted towards the backrest, creating enough space for Sebastian to lie down and for a moment you thought you ruined it, not being able to read the expression on his face, but then he did lie down. He scooted close to you, carefully…almost shyly wrapping his arms around you, but with you guiding his arm, he seemed to grow a little more confident, pulling you close enough so your head was resting against his chest. You didn’t know what was more distracting…the way his legs were slowly intertwining with yours or how his heart hammered against his chest so loudly. But before you could decide, a wave of drowsiness washed over you, lulling you into a deep sleep.

When you awoke, you felt way better. The constant buzzing headache had vanished, the burning in your lungs was gone too and you felt way more ready to face whatever the day brought with it. Though the very cozy warmth you found yourself cocooned in and this musky scent that surrounded you, smelling like home, made you want to stay like this forever. But when you heard soft sniffles, breaking the steady and relaxing rhythm of breathing, you got concerned, moving away to look at the boy still cuddling you.

“Sebastian?”

His deep brown eyes found yours and you almost felt your heart crack, when you noticed the anxiety in them, tears brimming at the edges. Your hand quickly found his cheek, hoping to bring him some comfort.

“What’s going on? Why are you crying?”

You seemed to have caught him off-guard, his mind coming back to reality after clearly having drifted off to some dark places.

“I-I don’t know…” His voice was shaky and unsure, his hands that still held onto you shivering a little, grabbing the fabric of your clothes a little tighter.

“I…I’m just glad you’re okay again. Seeing you ill…so weak and aching…it reminded me of Anne.”

He struggled more and more with every other word, his breathing becoming more shallow and you saw his Adam's apple helplessly bobbing to take care of the dryness in his mouth.

It pained you to see him like this.

You kept on stroking his cheek, your fingers occasionally brushing away the curls from his face, feeling your heart clench more and more.

“I don’t want to lose you, MC. I just…I can’t lose you.”

The tears in his eyes started spilling and quickly you pulled him close, pressing his face to your chest and brushing through his hair, trying to comfort him as best as you could.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay. It’s okay. I’m alright. You won’t lose me. You’ll never lose me.”

It just broke your heart feeling him tremble so much in your arms, but at least you seemed to calm him down a little. Yet, you didn’t expect to hear the next few words, muffled against your collar bone.

“I love you, MC. Please don’t leave me.”

Time stood still and a thousand thoughts rushed through your head, rendering you damn near speechless, but at last you were able to open your mouth and say the only words that were important right now.

“I promise, I’ll never leave you, Sebastian. I love you, too.”

~~~

You screamed in pain. Everything seemed to hurt and Sebastian could only watch. He was about to lose his mind, the screams only reminding him of his dear twin sister. But then you pulled on his hand, yanking him out of this trance and his eyes found yours.

“Sebastian, I am okay. I need you here with me right now. I know you are scared and you can worry about this, when it’s over, but right now I need you. Please.”

“Of course, love. I’m sorry. I am with you.”

He quickly kneeled down next to your bed, holding your hand in both of his, kissing your knuckles.

“You are so strong, love. You’re so very strong. I love you so much.”

He placed a hand on your head, kissing your sweaty forehead. His other hand kept securely holding yours and before he knew it, you were squeezing it tightly, screaming out in pain again, doing your very best. And only a couple of moments later, another kind of scream erupted and relief washed over him, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes.

The nurse came around to you and handed you the small red-faced creature. You were crying too, tears of pure happiness rolling down your cheeks as you cradled the little one close to your chest for the first time.

“Sebastian, look at our baby.”

He quickly brushed away his tears and sat down next to you, moving the baby blanket gently to the side to get a better view. 

And there she was.

His beautiful and healthy daughter.

Lucky wasn’t even the right term to describe what Sebastian was feeling at that very moment, but he just smiled from ear to ear, welcoming this little bundle of joy to the world and then kissing his beautiful and healthy wife.

“You did so well, MC. I love you so very much.”

“I love you, too, Sebastian.”

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Could you handle me? | Sebastian Sallow x fem!Reader | Chapter Two

Word count: 1.3k

Summary: Sebastian is always flirting with you and up in your personal space. So you decide to finally let him taste his own medicine.

Warnings: aged up characters, possessive!Sebastian, pining, tension (will likely lead to smut in a following chapter), minors dni

~ chapter one ~

Your hands, your eyes and your goddamn lips...they were on Sebastian's mind the whole time since that evening.

He just never expected you to be so...blunt...so forthright.

His flirting and your wriggling beneath him was just so normal to him. He just loved to play with you to see all of your reactions to his flirting. It was adorable to see you at a loss for words, your cheeks burning up in a pinkish blush and your eyes darting everywhere, not able to hold his unrelenting eye contact.

But this was entirely new.

You telling him he couldn't handle you? 

Your dark lustful eyes? 

Your forceful hands?

He did not expect it at all and exactly this piqued his interest. 

What else didn't he know about you? 

What else was there to uncover?

Oh, you were like a mysterious cryptic book, he got his hands on and he was only able to decipher a few pages. And like he always did with those types of books, he would devour them completely, read everything a thousand times, trying to uncover all their secrets and mysteries.

But it was hard to do so, because since that evening you either did as if nothing happened or you vanished into the masses so quickly, almost like you wanted to get away from him.

Though, nothing like a good chase to get what he wants, he thought to himself, when his eyes finally settled on your figure in a huge crowd of students, which were rushing towards their next class.

You looked ethereal between all of those boring faces passing by. Your hair was glowing in the sun, which was shining through the huge arches. It made your face glisten like it was kissed by a million stars. You have stopped there, right in that outdoor hallway, your eyes closed as you seemed to enjoy the warmth from the sun that broke through the british gray winter clouds. Your chest rose and fell again looking so inviting, as you breathed in the cold air. It almost felt forbidden being able to see you like this.

This possessive side of Sebastian urged him to pull you away from all the gazes that were probably fixed on your body as well. He wanted to be the only one allowed to look at you like this. To take in your beauty without any restraints. To let his own body crave yours, like he did in this very moment.

He needed to know, if your words this evening held more truth to them, than he admitted.

He wanted to see if he was able to handle more of you...and if you were able to handle him.

As his mind went into a frenzy, his legs made their way over to you with determination, stopping one step too close to you. He really didn't care if anyone would think you two could be more than friends. In that case, they would finally know to never look at you with hungry eyes again, because you belonged to Sebastian and only to him.

Your eyes opened, when you felt this breath of air that swung with Sebastian's confidence hit your face. And your eyes grew wide, your blush almost immediately visible.

"Come with me."

It was a dark and commanding tone, raw and rough around the edges and it sent you into a headspace that could make you follow anything he would demand of you. It was scary and exhilarating at the same time.

Sebastian grabbed your wrist with a rather less gentle touch, pulling you into a more secluded area of the castle and you followed him so willingly, making you look like a fool for attempting to avoid him.

Watching him closely, your wrist got set aflame through his touch and you noticed his erratic breathing. He looked around, as if he was making sure you wouldn't be seen nor disturbed by anyone.

Suddenly he pushed you against a nearby wall. Your breath completely left your lungs when your back hit the cold stone wall.

You expected everything except this.

Sebastian never was this forceful.

He trapped your body with his arms, palms pressed against the wall next to your head. He easily hovered over you, the growth spurt in the last year becoming very apparent at this very moment.

You didn't dare to say anything, not trusting your own voice.

"You're avoiding me."

This wasn't a question. It was a very clear observation from Sebastian and a true one as well.

But you didn't want him to know how true his words were.

You gulped, fighting the dryness in your throat, before you spoke.

"No, you must be imagining this. I'm not avoidi-"

"Stop playing with me, woman."

Fuck, how did him acknowledging you as a woman make you feel so weak in the knees?

"I know you're avoiding me. Tell me why."

Oh, you wanted to oblige, you really wanted to, but you didn't.

"I-I don't know what y-you're talking about."

You couldn't help the shivering in your voice, as he moved closer to you, his knee brushing against your thigh, his hot breath fanning over your flushed face.

Your mind was all over the place, as his eyes seemed to pry your heart open to reveal all those deep feelings you harbored for him since fifth year.

"Tell me, Y/N."

The way your name rolled of his lips...his lips, which were so incredibly close to yours...it ignited something inside you and it spread like a fucking wildfire.

When his hand reached down to lay on your waist, you twitched against it, getting more overwhelmed with this sudden "attack" from him.

You tried to keep yourself from falling to your knees by pressing your hands against the wall behind you, but as his knee hovered over the place you wanted Sebastian most, you were sure, your legs were going to betray you.

"Tell me why you've been avoiding me since that evening."

He whispered those words right into your ear, his lips ghosting over your sweet neck and you involuntarily gave him more access, by turning your head away from his voice. When he pressed his mouth against your skin, you sucked in a sharp breath, grasping both sides of his shirt.

You weren't able to form any coherent words, your mouth agape with shaky breaths tickling your tongue. Oh, your shaky breaths almost turned into a moan, when his wet tongue darted towards your most sensitive spot on your neck.

He just didn't stop, his hand circling your waist, his knee pushing against the spot, where all the heat of your body gathered.

This was just too much.

Your best friend shouldn't do this to you, no matter how much you craved it.

So with all of the strength remaining in your body, you put your hands on his chest pushing him away and holding him there for a moment.

"Please, stop."

You could feel your whole face was blushing in a deep red. Sebastian's gaze was so deep and dangerous, that you almost relaxed your muscles again, to let him devour you, but instead you gave him another push, so he wasn't trapping you with his hands anymore.

You were completely overwhelmed with this and you needed to get away. You needed to be able to breathe again.

So before he could say anything in return, you took off running.

He watched you leave so hurriedly. Was he reading your signals so wrong? Did he cross a line that he shouldn't have?

Oh, it was so incredibly frustrating.

Sebastian groaned, punching the wall with his fist, regretting it in an instant.

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