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The Bars Between Us

Sebastian Sallow x MC

Oneshot AU in which Sebastian was sent to Azkaban despite Ominis and MC (named Dracaena in this fic because it’s my current favourite name) trying to keep his secrets. Ominis and Dracaena spent the next several years trying to free him, and eventually succeed. Sebastian is not the same, Azkaban has sapped him of everything he once was, but a little TLC from the woman he has always loved sets him back on track.

Word Count – 8.6k

Warnings – Angst, traumatised Sebastian, aftermath of Azkaban, engaged Ominis/MC, Ominis approves MC sleeping with Seb, seriously Seb’s been through the wringer, Azkaban is horrible, nursing Seb back to health, smut (MDNI), handjob M!receiving, oral M!receiving, sub!Sebastian, MC feels a bit guilty bc her boy is a wreck

Six years.

It had been six years since the terrible events of fifth year, and six years since Sebastian had stood trial for the murder of Solomon Sallow. Six years since he was sentenced to life in Azkaban.

Six years since Dracaena and Ominis had scrambled to find out who had condemned him, and vowed to make it right.

No sooner had they left Hogwarts, not able to fully appreciate the finality of riding the little boats across the Black Lake towards Hogsmeade station, leaving behind the place in which they had matured into adults, leaving behind the wonders and horrors in equal parts, that they both signed up for jobs at the Ministry for Magic, working in Magical Law Enforcement, searching for some kind of loophole, some kind of law, some kind of anything that would get their best friend released from hell.

After four agonising years, they managed it. Together, pouring over paperwork by candlelight until the small hours for months, they built a solid defence, their unwavering logic and staunch reasoning standing up to the needlepoint scrutiny of the powers that be. Of course, they knew it was a long shot all the same. The Ministry simply didn’t care about extenuating circumstances, considering those incarcerated to be less than human, doomed to serve their time no matter what new evidence came to light.

Ominis had to throw his weight around a bit. Subtle, hissed threats, muttered warnings and an overuse of his famous glare and family name eventually frightened enough people to get those with the ability to make changes to listen. And then Dracaena came in, her fame and her charm the honey to Ominis’ salt, making promises she never intended to keep, assuring those too nervous to make the jump to support them, doing favours that left an unsavoury taste in the back of her throat.

All of it proved worth it in the end. Sebastian’s release papers were handed over, and Dracaena packed a small bag.

“I’ll be a week,” she said to Ominis. “They want him to stay in a sort of halfway house for a while, to make sure he’s not going to go mental and start hexing everyone in sight. Personally, I’m just glad he’s going to get some time to start readjusting to life outside.” She tilted her head. “Won’t you come with me?”

“Best not,” Ominis said, for the fiftieth time, his patience unending. “I don’t want to overwhelm him, and you’ve always known how to calm him down when he gets too… well.”

She chuckled lightly. “That’s assuming he’s not a complete wreck. I hope it’s not affected him too badly.”

“Dove… he’s going to be very different to what we remember,” Ominis replied, resting a hand on her shoulder as she folded her clothes. “He won’t be the Sebastian we knew.”

“I know,” she raised her hand to his, smiling as he looped his other arm around her belly and held her tight. She tilted her head back to rest against his shoulder as he brushed a kiss over her cheek. “I hope he’s forgiven us for not doing more sooner.”

“He’ll have forgiven you,” Ominis said. “He always had a soft spot for you. I rather expect, even after all this time, that he’s still in love with you.”

Dracaena kept her silence. She and Ominis had naturally fallen together towards the end of their sixth year of Hogwarts, their shared experiences and pain leading them to comfort one another, she taking Sebastian and Anne’s place as Ominis’ refuge from his family, moving in together once they’d left the school. In a small way, she was surprised it had taken him as long as it had to propose, presenting her with an elegant ring of emerald and diamond set in white gold six months ago. She’d accepted gladly, though a tiny part of her mourned what that meant for Sebastian.

She loved Ominis with all her heart and more. She adored his gentleness, his respect, his kindness and consideration. She admired his steel, the restrained fury with which he dealt with their enemies, both inside and outside of work, his searing wit and boundless intelligence. She relished his talent as a wizard, and fell in love with him over and over again with each morning they woke beside each other, still spent from their passions, safe in each other’s arms.

But she still loved Sebastian.

Ominis tightened his arm around her.

“It’s alright,” he whispered. “I know how you felt about him. I know how you feel. If things hadn’t ended the way they did, I would have expected the pair of you to be married by now.” He brushed a hand over her hair. “Dracaena… he’s my best friend. I want him to stay with us. We have the room, and he’d be safer than if he was just left to try and survive by himself after all he will have been through. I know you and him well enough to know you’re drawn to each other.”

“But I’m yours,” she whispered, moving his hand to brush over her ring. “Remember?”

He shrugged. “I know. I trust you. I know that if you said nothing would happen between you, I would believe you because it would be true. But you’d be unhappy. You both would. I know you’re not going to leave me for him, Dracaena, but I know you also make each other happy. He’s going to need all the love and support he can get once he’s out. I’d hope that you can give that to him.”

She tilted her head. “Ominis… are you giving me permission to… play away with your best friend?”

He chuckled. “Don’t cheapen it,” his elegant fingers found her cheek, tilting her head so he could kiss her full. “I’m telling you that if you two happen to come together again, I support it. Didn’t you once tell me you’d have liked it if you could have had us both?”

“I was drunk!” she protested, giggling as he dug his fingers into her ribs, ticking her gently. “You can’t use that against me!”

“I can and will,” he laughed, holding her tight. “I mean it, Dracaena. I don’t mind at all, so long as it’s only him. He’s my brother as far as I’m concerned, and I trust you both.”

“You might regret it,” Dracaena warned.

“If I do, we’ll talk about it, and find a way to resolve it,” he said, releasing her at last. “Go on now, you need to get to the dock. Send me an owl once he’s settled.”

“I will.”

He brushed a hand over her cheek. “See you in a week. I love you.”

“Love you too.”

_.-~*~-._

The sky was a stormy grey, and the waves below were similarly sullen. They crashed against the side of the boat, sending salty sprays onto the deck as if it was their mission to knock the vessel off course.

Dracaena sat between two stern faced Aurors, her hands folded in her lap. She’d left her bag at the halfway house, a modest, three-roomed bungalow surrounded by similar buildings, grey bricked and dour looking. She had perched on one of the rickety chairs by the small, circular dining table as one of the Aurors explained to her that Sebastian would be under careful watch for the first year following his release, and any missteps would see him sent right back to Azkaban.

She’d only half listened as he went over an itemised list for what she should do during her week’s stay at the halfway house, pinning a sheet of parchment to the wall with the details. She was only to feed him small meals, as he wouldn’t be able to stomach anything more. Nothing rich, nothing too fatty, and no alcohol. She’d frowned, asking why.

“Because the prisoners don’t tend to eat,” he’d said, gruffly. “The dementors have to force them in order to keep them alive.”

She’d shivered then, and she shivered now, remembering. They weren’t allowed to leave the halfway house, except for at specific times each day to walk around the complex for ten minutes at a time, to build up his strength. She had to write a detailed report at the end of each day to give to the Aurors, describing their conversations and activities. She was sternly warned that if she didn’t, there would be Trouble. Said Trouble was left unspecified, and she didn’t have the heart to ask.

Dracaena shifted, watching as something huge, angular and black began to rise from the waves, impossibly tall, impossibly wide, made entirely of stone. Only a few small windows lay in the surface, like knife wounds in flesh. Her hands tightened in her lap as dread began to seep under her skin, a visceral fear prickling over her neck and shoulders. She was only going to be there for a short time, to bring her best friend home. She couldn’t imagine how Sebastian would have felt, seeing that pillar of misery approach, believing he would never leave.

She loosed a soft breath, eyeing the distant, tattered black shapes swooping around outside it. He would leave. He would leave with her, and everything would be alright.

The boat approached a yawning cavern at the base of the prison, the Aurors casting a Patronus each, a mouse and a raven. There was a dock in the cavern, the blackness chased away by sparsely placed sconces in the damp, glistening walls. Standing there waiting was a hunched little man, balding on top with buck teeth and a sickly smile. He had a Patronus as well, something that looked like a cross between an ailing puppy and a wall-eyed rat.

Dracaena stepped off the boat, shivering, the feeling of dread still creeping under her clothes and caressing her skin. She set her jaw, drew her wand, and cast a Patronus of her own.

An elegant panther touched its paws to the stone, gazing around imperiously as the Aurors and the little man raised their brows, the dread vanishing from her chest as if it had never been. From the shadows around the walls, several rattling voices gurgled and hissed, as if angry.

“Where is he?” she demanded.

“Cell 506,” the little man said, rubbing his hands together with a grin that seemed entirely too cheerful for such a place. “Follow me, my dear.”

The patronuses cast silvery blue light on the walls as they ascended a surprisingly wide staircase, their footsteps echoing. Reaching the first floor, the little man produced a set of keys and unlocked a heavy, barred door.

“No need for magic here,” he cackled. “No one’s got their wands, have they?”

They strode into a cell block, and Dracaena recoiled. The scent of filth was overwhelming, but it was the sounds that chilled her. Her Patronus flickered, moving to stand beside her as desperate sobs filled her ears, tortured cries and garbled, gibbering wails singing in a hellish harmony that echoed off the walls.

The sounds died down as the little man and the Aurors encouraged her on, and though she tried to face forward, to ignore the figures in the cells, she couldn’t help but notice how they scrambled towards the bars, their bony, wasted hands reaching through, stretching for the patronuses as the tattered shadows of the dementors fled their presence. The screams began again as they passed, somehow more agonised than before.

They repeated this four more times, ascending rapidly narrowing staircases and emerging into a new cell block, climbing higher and higher, taunting the prisoners with the promise of relief from their misery in their passing. With each step, Dracaena’s heart beat just a little faster, her grip on her wand increasing, the hackles on her panther Patronus rising as she bared her teeth.

By the time they reached the fifth floor, her palms were sweating. How different would he be? Would the Sebastian she knew and loved still be there, somewhere? Would his eyes still sparkle with the mischief he was so adept at making, at once sliding into fury when he was challenged, and softening whenever he looked at her? She knew he’d be different. He’d look different. He’d act different. But she had to believe he was still there.

No matter her provisions, in the following years, Dracaena didn’t think there was anything on earth that could have prepared her for what she saw when she finally reached Sebastian’s cell.

Unlike so many of the other prisoners, he wasn’t screaming or crying, and he didn’t rush to the bars to feel the passing warmth of the patronuses. He huddled by the wall, next to a narrow mattress and ratty blanket laid directly on the floor. His hair was halfway down to his elbows, thick and matted, almost black with grime. He was dressed as they all were, in a filthy pair of striped trousers and shirt, and they hung loose on his frame. His head was on his arms, resting on his knees, drawn to his chest. The hand she could see was almost skeletal, every inch of boyish puppy fat stripped from his body. His nails were bitten to the quick and filthy, as were his bare feet.

Dracaena raised a hand to the bars, her heart shattering as she took him in, watching as he shivered.

“See, he’s one of the tough ones,” the little man said, with a chuckle. “Just keeps to himself, terribly well behaved. Shame to see him go, really.”

Dracaena tightened her grip on her wand to the point she thought it might snap. She turned to the little man, letting her expression say everything she dared not voice, for if she opened her mouth, she would likely find herself in a cell of her own. The little man seemed to understand, because his sick grin slipped, and he hurried to unlock the cell door. She barged him out the way before he’d even pulled the key from the lock, striding inside and falling to her knees before the broken man she had loved.

“Sebastian?” she whispered, her Patronus sitting in front of the door and glowering. He didn’t move. “Sebastian, it’s time to go.”

He stirred, his fingers tightening on his sleeve. She reached out, brushing a hand over his arm, and he flinched.

“Bassy,” she whispered, the pet name she’d given him both foreign and familiar on her tongue. He tensed, finally raising his head. His chocolate eyes, once so full of life, were dull and defeated above hollow cheeks and a beard that reached his collar. Even so he was familiar to her, the rampant freckles scattering his skin like constellations a siren call to their bond. He blinked, focusing, and didn’t say a word.

“Bassy, it’s time to go,” she said again, cupping his cheek, sliding her thumb over the protruding bone, her fingers winding into the thatch of hair at the back of his neck. He flinched away again, his expression becoming fearful, his eyes darting around the cell.

“Happens sometimes,” the little man said sullenly from beyond the bars. “They forget who they are. Forget who they knew. He’s not said a word in five years, so don’t expect him to. He probably thinks this is some kind of joke.”

She shot another glare that could melt steel through the bars, then shifted her position, grasping Sebastian by the arms and standing, heaving him to his feet.

He came up with almost no resistance, and she staggered, almost flinging him into the air, horrified by how light he was. He made a small sound of muted alarm as he left the floor.

“I’m sorry,” she said, relaxing her grip. She grabbed for him again when he slumped, his legs refusing to support his weight. She glanced through the bars again as the Aurors stirred.

“We’ll have to drag him,” one said. “Prisoners sometimes forget how to walk, or they just don’t have the will.”

“You’re not dragging anybody,” she spat. She looped an arm around Sebastian’s back, bending to catch his legs, lifting him in her arms like a child. He tensed, then slumped, his head lolling against her shoulder. He was so light, so alarmingly fragile, as if he was made of parchment, ready to tear apart at the slightest movement. Her heart broke again, and her Patronus flickered as she cradled him. Without another word, she marched from the cell, heading for the doors, the other prisoners gibbering as she passed, begging her to take them too, to leave her Patronus, to kill them. She paid them no mind, focusing on holding Sebastian tight to her chest, his feet swinging, his breath rushing over her neck. His hands were folded on his stomach, and one of them slid to her, pinching the fabric of her cloak, then holding gently.

She held him all the way to the dock, refusing to release her grip as she settled back on the boat. She raised a hand to his hair, gently running over the back of his head. It left streaks of grime on her fingers, but she didn’t care. A deep, boiling anger simmered in her chest. Anger for what he’d been put through. Anger that anyone was forced to endure such a hellish place. But mostly, she was furious with herself for allowing this to happen, furious with Ominis for knowing what Azkaban was like, and letting him be taken anyway, the word of some unknown person sealing his fate.

It didn’t matter that they’d spent the next six years trying to find a way to free him. The damage had been done. She felt it in his trembling breath, in the way he held onto her cloak so gently, knowing in her bones that it was the tightest grip he could muster. She wrapped her arms around him more securely, resting her cheek against his forehead, whispering soft words of comfort as her collar grew sodden with his silent tears.

_.-~*~-._

Dracaena carried Sebastian over the threshold of the halfway house in much the same way a groom carries his bride. She wasn’t blind to the imagery, and wondered if Ominis would do the same to her once they were married. Would he be able to navigate if his hands were full of her body and not his wand? Probably. He was astonishingly capable, to the point she often wondered if his blindness really was total, like he said. Perhaps he had some Seer blood in him that aided him. It would certainly go a long way to explain how he always seemed to know everything, even things he shouldn’t know.

She kicked the door shut in the faces of the Aurors that had accompanied them.

She eyed the living room of the halfway house, the low sofa facing the kitchenette and dining table. Through one of the doors was a little bedroom, and through the other was a tiny, cramped bathroom. It was towards this that she headed, conjuring a low seat, in which she deposited Sebastian. He was unresponsive as she stood back with a light sigh, gazing down at him and eyeing the stains left on her robes.

She pulled off her cloak and overrobes, standing before him in a simple pair of trousers and vest top, tossing her robes through the still open door, before kneeling down in front of him.

“First order of business,” she said, softly. “We’re here for a week, Bassy. We’ve got a to-do list, but I’ll take care of it as best I can. I’ll need your help, though. Can you do that for me?”

His throat worked a moment, then he gave a tiny, barely perceptible nod. Dracaena loosed a soft breath. At least he was listening to her.

“I think you’d feel a lot better after a shower,” she said, keeping her tone low and soothing. “Would you like that?”

Another miniscule nod.

“Can you take care of that, or would you like some help?”

No response to that. She tilted her head, waiting, her hands on his knees, until he glanced at her, his eyes lighting on hers and flicking away again like a moth fluttering about a lantern. They were still dull and hollow, curtained by the matted strands of his hair. She reached up and brushed a hand over it.

“I think we need to give you a haircut,” she said. “I can’t think of a single brush that can save it, I’m afraid, it's too tangled. Can I cut your hair for you? And maybe this?” she ran her hand over the wild beard. “Much as I think a beard suits you, it could do with a trim, don’t you think?”

A tiny nod, ever so slightly more vigorous than the last. She smiled, and reached behind her, fumbling in the cabinet for scissors.

“I’ll save what I can,” she said, taking a ropey strand of his hair between her fingers. “I can’t imagine you’d enjoy being bald.”

A miniscule exhalation. She tilted her head.

“Was that a laugh, darling?”

He didn’t answer, but leaned forward, resting his head on her shoulder. She set the scissors aside a moment and wrapped her arms around his back, alarmed to feel the bones of his spine poking through his skin. She held him gently until his arms rose, gripping the back of her top with a featherlight touch. He shivered, his breath trembling on the exhale. She held him tighter, pressing her cheek to his.

“It’s alright,” she murmured, circling her hand over his back. “You’re safe, Bassy. You’re out. You’re not going back there, okay? Once we’ve done what we have to here, you’re going to come and live with me and Ominis. We’ll look after you.”

She felt his jaw clench a moment, then he sat back, meeting her eyes properly for the first time. He held her gaze a long moment, before it dropped to her hands, resting on his knees again. He touched her ring, his skeletal fingers brushing over the emeralds and diamonds. He sighed, seemingly caving in on himself.

“Congratulations,” he said, his voice so quiet she could barely hear it over the rasp of his throat.

She could have cried, then. God only knew what he’d been thinking when he was trapped in that cell. Had he been hoping she’d come for him? That she’d have waited for him? Had he tortured himself with thoughts of other people getting close to her, loving her? Had he known on some level that she and Ominis would end up together, engaged, and soon to be married? Had he loved her as she loved him once, and wished it was he that slid the ring onto her finger?

What would he think if she told him of Ominis’ offer?

“Thank you,” she said. Best not to overload him. She should have taken her ring off, but it was too late for that now. She raised a hand to his hair again. “I… I’ll be honest, I’ve never done this before. It won’t be a brilliant job, but it’ll help.”

He gave another miniscule nod, and closed his eyes. She gazed at him a while longer, then picked up the scissors, sliding them through the matted tangle of his hair before closing them with a decisive snick.

_.-~*~-._

Shorn of his beard and most of his hair, Sebastian was beginning to look a little more like himself, though his face was terribly gaunt, his cheeks hollow, the sharp lines of his jaw standing out above his brittle neck. Dracaena vanished the pile of hair with a flick of her wand, then reached over to the bathtub, turning on the shower and holding her hand in the stream until it warmed to a comfortable temperature.

“Shall I leave you to it?” she asked. “I can give you some privacy.”

He didn’t answer, his hollow gaze turned inward, slumping slightly in his chair. She took his chin and tilted his face to hers, waiting until his eyes focused. “Bassy, do you want me to help?”

He blinked, slowly, his gaze turning distant again. With a light sigh, Dracaena lowered her fingers to the buttons of his shirt, slowly prying them open, one by one. At each, she paused, looking at him until he gave a tiny nod. She withheld a wince with some difficulty as she gently pulled it from his shoulders, able to see each rib through his skin, streaked with grime. Her heart broke a third time.

“Can you stand?” she asked, gently. “We should get these off too.” She touched the leg of his trousers. He didn’t answer, so she tucked her hands under his arms and rose, bringing him with her. He leaned against her, his arms rising to clutch at her back again as she nimbly undid the drawstring. The clothing crumpled straight to the floor, far too large for his frame. She averted her eyes, helping him step under the stream of warm water, lowering him to sit, and he drew his knees to his chest.

How many times in her fifth year had she wondered what he’d look like under his robes? Countless times, lying awake at night, or daydreaming in class. Now he was here it felt somehow wrong, like a violation to take the opportunity to drink in his form when he was so vulnerable. So she didn’t look, focusing on his face as his short hair plastered to his scalp, the water turning black as it streamed over his skin. She pressed a washcloth into his hands, and he held it, but made no further move.

“Come on darling,” she murmured. “Help me out a little bit?”

No response. With a soft smile, she picked up another washcloth and slid it over his back, applying light pressure to the more stubborn patches of dirt. Sebastian closed his eyes, resting his head on his crossed arms as she soaped his back, his grip on his own cloth tightening a little. And even though she resisted, scolding herself silently, Dracaena couldn’t help but look at him properly. Under the steadily vanishing grime, his back and shoulders were as freckled as his face, fading the further her eyes travelled down his spine and arms. He was a lot paler than she remembered, but then he’d gone from an outdoorsy, adventurous nerd to a prisoner in a cell, not a speck of natural light to be found. She’d have to make sure there was a decent spot in the garden for him to relax, once they were all home.

She nibbled her lip, glancing at his slender thighs, once thick. No freckles there. A few on his calves, none on his feet. She wrenched her gaze away before it strayed any further, and she slipped a hand under his chin, tilting his head back so she could get to his hair. He closed his eyes with a tiny sigh as she rubbed suds through the thick strands, massaging his scalp gently until she was sure every speck of dirt was gone. She pressed a hand to his collarbone.

“Sit up straight, darling,” she whispered. “I need to get to your chest.”

He acquiesced, leaning back until he overbalanced. Dracaena caught him with a startled yelp, an arm around his back, spluttering a little as her head and shoulders entered the shower stream. His legs stretched out as he slumped against her arm, his head turning to her shoulder, his eyes still closed. She caught her breath, blinking water out of her eyes.

“You alright?”

A tiny nod.

She took a breath, and keeping her gaze firmly fixed above his waistline, she moved the cloth over his torso, trying not to admire the fine hair dusting his chest, focusing on removing every speck of dirt she could see. She took her time, because at some point, she was going to have to try to convince him, again, to help himself. There was only so far she could reasonably go when he was so out of it, despite what Ominis had said.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to look, or to touch… to taste. It wasn’t that she had any problems in taking care of Sebastian in whatever way he needed. It was that he was fresh out of Azkaban, barely four hours free, still confused and addled and traumatised and broken, and she couldn’t assume that he would want anything to do with her at all.

It was still difficult. She shifted, her arm around his back, propping him up as she gripped his shoulder, his head resting against hers, flipping her sodden hair out of her face, her top already soaked. She circled the cloth over his chest a final time, sliding it over his nipple, and he groaned.

The sound was so soft that she thought for a moment she’d imagined it. She paused, swallowed, and repeated the movement. He sighed, tucking his head more firmly against her shoulder, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a stirring.

Dracaena closed her eyes, willing herself to cool the heat rising from under her collar. She was his friend, that was all, helping him after a terrible ordeal. She couldn’t possibly take advantage of him, not now, not when he was vulnerable and needed her to help him. He wasn’t in his right mind. She had to be strong for them both. In time, perhaps she could, but…

She steeled herself and returned to the job at hand, sliding a bar of soap over his stomach and following it with the cloth. The water ran clear over his body, though it still pooled brown and grimy by his feet and legs, and-

She wrenched her eyes back up, glaring at the pale tiles of the bathroom wall.

“You going to give me a hand?” she asked. “I’m getting soaked.”

Again, no response. He slumped against her, his breathing perhaps a little quicker than before. Hardening herself, Dracaena took the washcloth to his thighs, scrubbing perhaps a little firmer than she had before, tucking a hand under his knee to bring his leg closer so she could still support him. Her back was beginning to ache, bent over the bath as she was, but she ignored the dull fire spreading under her shoulder blades, focusing on her task. All the same, she couldn’t help but notice how he shifted, widening his legs with another soft sigh, his hand sliding over her back to grip at her shoulder as she worked. She slid the cloth over the inside of his thigh, and a soft, almost strangled whimper passed his lips as he tilted towards her.

Dracaena had endured many trials in her life. Stopping a goblin rebellion, defeating a power-crazed, dragon-transformed lunatic set on killing her, as well as countless attacks from poachers and Ashwinders, defeating a powerful Dark Wizard in single combat and more. So much more. Still, if anyone had asked her in the later years what she found the most difficult trial of all, she would have said in a heartbeat that ignoring Sebastian’s throbbing erection as she washed him was among the top three.

She did steal a glance or five. She was only human, after all. And by God, he was beautiful. Not quite as long as Ominis, but thicker, a darker shade, the lush pink of Ominis’ love more a light burgundy with Sebastian, and the way he rested against his stomach, his toes curling as the shower stream rushed over him was more intoxicating than heroin. There was nothing more that she wanted than to wrap her hand around his length and draw him to the edge of bliss, to let him revel in the delights so long denied him, to hear him moan and whimper her name…

Again, Ominis’ assurances that he was not only fine with her playing away with Sebastian, but that he expected it ran through her mind. She loosed a soft breath as she moved the washcloth to his hips, his grip increasing on her arm as his breathing rushed past her ear. She set her jaw.

She couldn’t.

“I need to get some things ready,” she said, firmly. “Finish up, Bassy, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

She waited until his grip on her arm loosened, helping him sit upright. It pained her to leave him alone, huddled and defenceless as she strode for the door, wringing water from her hair and drying it with a wave of her wand. But she had to. God and Merlin only knew what she would have done otherwise. He was too fresh, too vulnerable. How could she take advantage of him like that? How could she even think it?

Biting her lip, she settled at the small table and drew parchment and quill towards her, penning a short note.

My darling Ominis,

Sebastian is with me in the halfway house, and all things considered, he’s as well as he can be. I don’t want to alarm you, but he’s lost a lot of weight and isn’t very responsive, and I expect it will take some time before he’s better. You were right, he’s not as we remember, but I feel the old Sebastian is still there, somewhere.

I miss you. I love you. I can’t wait to be home with you.

Dracaena.

She wanted to add another line, clarifying that Ominis had meant what he said, hoping he would change his mind, for if he demanded she remain solely his it would be easier to deny the stirrings she felt for Sebastian. But he wouldn’t deny her, he wouldn’t refuse. He’d almost been insistent.

She sealed the letter instead, opening the door and beckoning the owl perched nearby. It took the note in its beak and flew off, soon lost amongst the clouds. She took a breath, noting the dark figures leaning against the walls of the surrounding buildings, the curtains twitching in windows. She made a face and retreated back inside. Christ, with the number of Aurors surrounding them, it was almost like Sebastian was a mass-murdering lunatic, not a broken man who had paid a price far dearer than the death of his horrible uncle warranted.

She tilted her head as the sounds of running water from the bathroom shut off. She waited as a shadow moved beyond the open door. It seemed that Sebastian could get about by himself if he needed to. That was good. She moved to the kitchenette, opening the cupboards and grimacing. Simple foods like porridge oats, rounds of dark bread and rice nestled beside tins of nondescript meat and vegetables huddled on the shelves. Dull fare for certain, and she wished she could use her Ancient Magic to conjure something more palatable, but it didn’t work that way. Sebastian had always been fond of sweet things, and there wasn’t a gram of sugar to be found.

She pulled a few items down and set about making a simple meal of white fish and rice with a side of green beans, careful not to make too much. He’d need time to adjust to eating real food again, and she had no idea what he’d been forced to eat behind bars.

Dracaena turned at a slight noise to find Sebastian standing in the doorway of the bathroom, leaning heavily against the frame, a towel around his waist. He gave her the beginnings of a tired, shy smile, only the corners of his mouth twitching. She left the saucepan and rushed to him.

“There’s clothes in the bedroom,” she said, leading him, an arm around his waist as he slumped against her. “We’ll have some dinner and get you settled for the night, yeah?”

He nodded, a firmer, more decisive action than before. Depositing him on the bed, which creaked, she ferreted around in the old wardrobe, bringing out a selection of shirts and trousers.

“Any preference, or are you not fussy?”

He blinked slowly, his eyes on her, seemingly indifferent about the clothes in her hands. With a shrug, she picked out a dark shirt and pair of trousers, leaving them on the bed.

“I’ll leave you to it, darling, if you need-”

His hand found hers, and she paused, turning to him, finding the corners of his eyes glimmering.

His lips parted, his throat working a moment before his voice found its way out, hushed and rasping.

“This… is real? You’re… really here?”

She knelt before him, taking both his hands in hers.

“Of course it’s real,” she whispered. “Bassy… Ominis and I have spent the last six years trying to find a way to free you. You didn’t deserve what happened to you, you didn’t deserve Azkaban. You’re coming home with us, and you’ll never go back, alright?”

He nodded again, a tiny smile touching his lips.

“You… got me out?”

“I’m sorry it took so long,” she said. “We had to bully a lot of people, rewrite some laws, and build a case. It took ages, Bassy, but we never gave up. We just wanted you home with us.”

“And…” he drew a breath, as if the act of speaking fatigued him beyond all reason. “Anne?”

Dracaena hesitated. She knew this would come up, but she’d hoped it wouldn’t be so soon. The reason for his fighting, the reason for his research, the reason for his mistake. How could she tell him that the curse that plagued his sister had taken her life three years ago?

It would break him. Destroy him in ways that Azkaban never could.

“Time enough for that later,” she said, forcing a smile onto her face. “What’s important right now is getting you back on your feet, alright?”

It was a poor answer, and she knew it. Sebastian had never been one to let things lie, least of all something as important as his twin, whom she had buried with Ominis on a beautiful hill overlooking Feldcroft on a blossom-strewn spring morning, the pair of them shedding silent tears not just for the senseless loss of life, but because it meant everything Sebastian had sacrificed had been for nothing. But Sebastian didn’t question her further, merely nodding again and releasing her hands, reaching for the clothes.

Dracaena returned to the kitchen in time to put out a small fire that had started in the pan. She swore and pulled out another tin of white fish, vanishing the blackened mess with a wave of her wand.

Sebastian joined her at the small table not long after, clinging to the walls and countertops to support himself until she hurried over, pulling his arm over her shoulders. Though his first mouthful of food was hesitant, he soon fell upon it like a man starved, going so far as to toss his fork aside and eat with his hands. Once he was done, he held himself still, staring at his plate before the hollowness returned to his eyes, and he withdrew into himself, drawing his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around them, staring at nothing as Dracaena pushed her plate aside, her appetite quite gone.

“You should sleep,” she said, softly. She rose and took his hand, drawing him to his feet and tucking an arm around his waist, leading him to the bedroom. She sat him down, helping him unbutton his shirt, pausing as she reached the hilt of his trousers.

“There’s… there’s pyjamas and things in the wardrobe,” she said. “I can get them for you?”

Sebastian didn’t answer, his eyes dragging with tiredness, but his hand snared hers as she rose.

“Stay?” he rasped. “Please?”

It took every ounce of her self-control to refuse.

“You’ll be alright,” she said. “You’re safe here, Bassy.”

His throat worked a moment, and he nodded, his hand sliding from her grip. Dracaena returned to the living room, setting the dinner things to wash and settling down on the sofa, conjuring a blanket and removing her clothes, lying down in just her underthings.

Ominis was on her mind as she settled to sleep, wishing he was here with her. She longed to feel his elegant arms around her, to reassure her, to comfort her as she wept silently for all the pain their dearest friend had endured.

_.-~*~-._

Dracaena work to darkness and agonised, desperate screams.

She bolted from the sofa, her heart in her throat as she tore towards the sound, her mind conjuring horrors beyond mortal imagining as she burst into the bedroom. Sebastian was huddled in a corner, his arms splayed against the walls, his knees drawn to his chest, his eyes wild as he tried to press himself through the brick and plaster, cowering away from something she couldn’t see.

“Sebastian!” she dashed over, grabbing for his shoulders, and he lashed out, howling, the side of his hand connecting with her temple, and she saw stars. Shaking herself, she grabbed for him again as he fought against her, yelling wordlessly. “Sebastian, it’s me! It’s alright! Calm down, please!”

He pushed back against the wall, soft, keening sounds wrenching from his throat, his eyes unseeing as she wrapped her arms around him, gasping comforting words into his ear. Eventually, his arms rose to encircle her, burying his face in her shoulder and weeping helplessly.

“It’s alright…” she murmured. “It’s alright, darling. There’s nothing here that can hurt you. You’re safe.”

Sebastian just cried, clinging to her as she settled on his thighs, wishing she could hold him tighter, wishing she had more arms to wrap around him, to hold him more securely than she could, her hand circling over his back, the other wound into his hair as he sobbed into her shoulder.

“It was just a nightmare, darling,” she murmured. “That’s all. Nothing more. You’re alright.”

It took a long time before Sebastian was able to calm down, his frightened sobs becoming whimpers, quietening to harsh breaths as he grasped at her back, shivering so hard she thought he could power a small house.

“What was it?” Dracaena asked, leaning back a little and cupping his face. “Darling, what did you see?”

He shook his head, his face tear-stained, pulling her back to him and resting his head against her shoulder again.

“I-I’m… sorry,” he managed.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” she assured him. “Bassy, I’ve no idea what you’ve been through, but I’m here to help you. Tell me what you need.”

“Stay… with me,” he whimpered, holding her as tight as he could, though the strength of his arms was little more than strands of silk. “Please, Drac… Don’t leave me alone.”

With a muted nod, she tucked her hands under his arms again, levering him upright and guiding him to the bed, laying him down and tucking him in, before settling atop the covers. Sebastian turned over, his arm looping over her side.

“Will… you be… warm enough?” he whispered.

“I’ll be fine,” she assured him. “Get some rest, love, I’ll be right here.”

“Come under,” he insisted, snuggling closer to her. “Please, Drac. I… I haven’t touched… another person in… years. I… I-I need to be close… to you.”

She hesitated, and Sebastian huddled up to her, his hands tight at her back, his skin fire against hers.

“Drac… I-I’m sorry, I-I know you’re… with Ominis, I don’t want… to upset you… or spoil that. I-I just need… to be close to you… please. I don’t want to be alone.”

Setting her jaw, Dracaena slid under the covers, wrapping her arms around him as he snuggled into her, his head against her collarbone, his body pressed to hers, almost as though he needed to become a part of her, to meld his flesh with hers, the pads of his fingers digging into her back.

She held him tight as he shivered, wishing she could take the pain he suffered and draw it into herself to shield him from the horrors he had endured. But she couldn’t. She could only lie there, holding him, stroking his hair as he pressed his face between her breasts, his skeletal frame wracked with shudders as guilt seared through every fibre of her being. She pulled him closer, and he groaned softly.

Dracaena couldn’t ignore the hardness that pressed against her, as much as she wanted to. Despite Ominis’ assurances, she needed to be strong, to show him she cared for Sebastian as more than just a vessel for carnal pleasure. She didn’t need that. As she was with Ominis, her own bliss mattered less than that of her partner, her delight being in when she brought him to the edge of paradise and sent him over, soaring on clouds of ecstasy. Would it be so wrong to gift the same to Sebastian, when her fiancée had condoned it?

Sebastian groaned softly, the tip of his erection nudging against the soft flesh of her abdomen, straining against his pyjamas. He nuzzled against her breasts, only the thin lace separating their skin. Dracaena drew a soft breath. No matter her concerns, perhaps this was what he needed. Had she not vowed to care for him, no matter what he needed? Her hand slid over his side, over the ridges of his ribs, gliding over the hollow between them and his hip, coming to rest on the sharp protrusion of bone. Sebastian whimpered softly, tilting his body towards her hand.

“Are you sure?” she breathed. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes…” he whispered, the word ragged, forged from a throat too unused to speaking. “Please…”

Still she hesitated, preferring to caress his body, worried that it would be too much for him, worried that no matter his assurances, Ominis would be hurt if she allowed herself to indulge, but Sebastian clung to her, the little strength he had poured into pulling her closer.

“Drac…” he whined softly, writhing against her as her hand sculpted over his chest and stomach. “Please, Drac… please, make me feel human again. Please, please touch me… please… I’ll do anything… I just… I need to feel alive again.”

And hell, she’d be lying if she said she didn’t want to make him feel good after everything he’d been through. She cupped his cheek, turning his face to hers, pressing her lips to his with a softness akin to featherdown and satin. But he responded with fire and fury, his hand clamping against the back of her head, pressing her close as his lips worked magic over hers, scattering the last of her restraint as she wrenched him to her.

His breath came in sharp gasps as she pushed his clothing aside, her hand dipping down to caress the length of him. He tensed, a low moan rising from his throat as she graced her hand along him, before his grip at her back tightened, and he flexed his hips, thrusting into her palm, each movement accompanied by a gasp.

“Please,” he whimpered. “Make me feel good, make me feel right… make me feel real, Drac, please.”

Dracaena sealed her lips to his, drawing his breath into her and sending it back as heaven and light, her hand gliding along his throbbing length, her movements careful and controlled. Sebastian loosed a long, deep moan that seemed to rise from the bottom of his lungs, as if such a sound had been too long caged and finally set free. He sank back to the pillows, his limited strength seemingly spent, his eyes rolling back as his lashes fluttered, and she favoured him with kisses that peppered his face and chased over his neck, pausing only at his chest to swipe her tongue over his nipple. Sebastian groaned, his head rolling from side to side, one hand at her shoulder, the slight pressure increasing as she kissed down his taut stomach.

She could take him any way she wanted. She could pin him down and ravage him until he forgot his own name, she could bend him backward and bury his delicious cock in her throat, she could even turn him over and work a magic inside him that she was certain too few wizards had ever had the fortune to experience. But Dracaena bore down on her desires. Too much could break him. There would be months, years, perhaps, in which she could show him all the wonders she had learned since being with Ominis. She could show Ominis what she learned from Sebastian. She could learn from them both, together, but only if she treated them right.

Sebastian moaned like a starved whore when she flicked her tongue over the flushed head of his cock, his head pressing back into the pillows, his free hand grasping a fistful of the sheets as she slowly kissed along his length. She tucked a hand under his hips as she nuzzled the inside of his thighs, taking a moment to savour the desperate sounds pushed up from the depths of his being, the hand at her shoulder moving to the back of her head, his grip weak but insistent.

She couldn’t deny him any longer. Dracaena flattened her tongue against him and drew it slowly to the tip, already weeping with slick, crystal fluid, his ribs expanding and contracting with each rapid, short breath, his stomach hollowing as his hips bucked towards her. Her free hand found his, and she laced their fingers together as she took him into her mouth at last.

Seven years of longing couldn’t have prepared her for the feel of him against her lips, sliding over her tongue, invading her throat, the deliciousness of his fevered skin, the subtle, peppered tang of his love so similar and yet so different to the gentle salt and sugar of her Ominis. Sebastian’s back arched, his legs falling apart, his hand winding into her hair as his grip on her hand trembled, his thighs beginning to quiver as she flicked her tongue over the underside of his head, so sensitive after so many years of neglect, his voice a wordless song of ecstasy. She sealed her lips and drew them along his shaft, rewarded by a series of frantic moans that rose in fever and pitch. She wanted to pull back, to slow down, to make him wait, the dominant side of her fighting for control, but even she was not that cruel. Instead she bobbed her head faster and faster, lashing her tongue against him until he all but screamed, his hips rising from the bed as his back arched in a curve Fibonacci would be envious of, the beautiful, creamy thickness of his passion coating the cavern of her mouth.

Dracaena drained him of every drop as if her life depended on it, relishing the way he quivered and whined, his body tensing and relaxing with each new flick of her tongue until she raised her head at last, his pale, freckled skin flushed a gorgeous rose, an arm draped across his forehead. She slid up his body to lie beside him, brushing his hair back and wrapping her arms around him as he curled into her, panting.

“You okay?” she breathed, and he huffed a breathless laugh.

“If… if I’d have known… if I had to go… to Azkaban for that…” he nuzzled into her. “I’d have… gone… long ago.”

Dracaena chuckled softly, winding her hand through his hair as he relaxed against her.

“Drac,” he murmured. “I… should have… told you. Back then… I should have said…”

“Shh,” she whispered. “You need to sleep, love.”

“I know,” he replied, already drifting. “But… I should have said… I love you, Drac. I… I always have.”

She held him close.

“I love you too,” she breathed as he slipped into sleep. “Forever and always, I love you.”

Masterlist

Part 2

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #mc x sebastian sallow #sebastian smut #sebastian sallow smut #post azkaban sebastian #subastian

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residentfromnowhere · 6 months

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TW: Finger Sucking, Pet Names & Mentions of Oral

Characters: Toji, Nanami, Kyojuro, Tengen, Sanemi, Gyomei, Suguro, Eren, Sebastian & Alucard

“Suck them just like I taught you…yes, that’s it. Just like that..” he says while standing there, watching your tongue slowly elope around his fingers while on your knees. The way your lip gloss glimmered against the dimmed lights and how your eyes never broke contact with his in his eyes made you look irresistible and even though all you were doing was sucking his fingers, he couldn’t help but wonder what his cock would look like. Thumb rubbing across your bottom lip, he slowly tilts your head down to where your eyes are leveled with his pant buckle.

The bulge was massive underneath, making you gasp. The utter warmth and aroma coming from it made your mouth water. Your eyes glanced between his and the bulge and when you realized what he was asking for, a faint blush appeared on your cheeks. Leaning slightly downward and hovering over your ear he says, “Now that I’ve trained your mouth with my fingers, how about I train your mouth with my cock?” Which makes you jump. This response amuses him and he crouches to your level, grabbing and twirling a strand of your hair. “You can take it, right? I know you will work hard to take every inch of me just like you took my fingers. You’ll do your best, right Y/N?” And with a quick nod from you, he smiles and slowly rises up, unbuckling his pants. With the sound of the pants zipper coming undone he says, “That’s my good girl”.

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omiiverse · 9 months

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three's a crowd - ominis x (f) reader x sebastian cw - toxic relationship dynamic, manipulation, slight dubcon, angst, smut, cunnilingus, timeskip, unedited

“This isn’t a good idea.” Natsai said for what seemed like the millionth time.

“Loosen up, will you?” Garreth leads the two of you down towards the dungeons. It was a rare occasion for you to be visiting the lower level of Hogwarts but of course, the ever thrill seeking Weasley insisted on sneaking into the Slytherin house end-of-year-party.

“We’ll be caught for sure.” The worried Gryffindor gives you a look as if she wants you to say something.

“Nattie,” Once the three of you make it to the bottom of the stairs, Garreth turns around looking exasperated. He grabs her by the shoulders giving her a slow shake. “Your mum won’t find out. N.E.W.T.s are over and it’s our last year here. Live a little, yeah?”

Despite his attempt to reassure your friend, she still looks doubtful.

“How are we even going to get in?” She crosses her arms defiantly. Natsai wasn’t the type to break the rules if there wasn’t a justifiable reason, especially if it was to sneak into an unauthorized common room party.

“I have my ways.” Garreth gives a cheeky grin.

And as if on cue, Imelda Reyes pops around the corner. It’s the first time you’ve seen her outside of her quidditch gear – you’ve become accustomed to watching her from the stands of the quidditch pitch.

“Took you long enough.” There’s a hint of annoyance in her voice as she approaches. She has her hair down from her everyday tight ponytail looking unusually casual.

“No need to get your knickers in a twist, Reyes. We're just in time, yeah?” Garreth throws a surprisingly friendly arm around Imelda, to which her face immediately twists into a sour look of disapproval.

She scoffs before shrugging his arm off in annoyance. It didn’t look like the feelings of affection were reciprocated.

“Don’t get the wrong idea, Weasley.” She rolls her eyes, looking almost disgusted. “I’m just paying back what I owe – we aren’t friends.”

“Ouch.” Garreth grips the collar of his shirt, a big grin spreads across his face, making his attempts to feign dejection obvious. “And for a second, I thought you actually liked me.”

“As if.” Imelda turns around and begins to walk in the direction of the Slytherin Common Room. The ginger haired young man turns around. Grinning triumphantly, he takes a dramatic bow before trailing behind Imelda.

You and Natsai look at each other awkwardly, feeling completely out of place. The two of you weren’t even invited – and yet Garreth insisted that the two of you tag along.

“Sorry.” Natsai whispers as the two of you follow Garreth and the Slytherin quidditch captain deeper into the dungeons of the castle.

“I…It’ll be fine.” You say quickly, trying to change the subject.

“We can leave. Just say the word and I’ll let Garreth know.”

“I don’t want to do that.” You chew on your lip, a nervous habit of yours. “We’re already here anyways.”

“You’re not obligated to do anything, you know.” Natsai presses in a hushed tone. She was always a little extra protective of you since you arrived at Hogwarts all those two years ago. The Matabeleland native grabs you gently by the arm, stopping you in your tracks. “If you’re uncomfortable – any moment at all, once we get in there –”

“I’ll be fine Nattie,” You interject, doing your best to hide your nerves.

“You’ll tell me.” She finishes, looking absolutely serious, “And we’ll leave.”

She was the only one who knew of the short lived relationship between you and Sebastian.

“I’ll be fine.” You repeat yourself; this time to reassure yourself rather than your friend.

The last time you saw Sebastian was when he decided to leave Hogwarts; the death of his uncle, too painful for him to bear. His withdrawal from school was sudden; Abruptly leaving you with nothing but a note briefly explaining that he couldn’t stay. Don’t wait for me, you recall the last haunting words he signed his letter off with.

At first you were angry. Angry at Sebastian for leaving without a proper goodbye. Angry at Ranrock for the many years of pain inflicted on the Sallow family. But most of all, angry at yourself for allowing yourself to fall in love in the first place. But once the anger subsided, all that was left was numbing emptiness – You had become skilled at the art of putting on a fake smile and pretending that everything was okay.

The only ones you hadn’t fooled were Natsai…And Ominis. They saw right through your facade and in turn, were the ones to pull you from your self inflicted purgatory. Ominis was there for you immediately. He was just as upset and most likely the only one who understood how you felt — feeling abandoned by his closest friend.

two years prior

“He has always been reckless.” Ominis says softly, watching the last of the sun disappear beyond the horizon. The two of you had snuck up to the Astronomy Tower after dinner, enjoying the company of each other.

You smile at what he says. These days, Ominis was the only person who could manage to elicit any emotion other than sadness from you.

“You don’t say.”

He chuckles dryly, seemingly watching his feet dangle off the ledge, another silence falling between the two of you once more.

It doesn’t seem like much time has passed until the darkness of night envelops the tower. You turn slightly, leaning on the railing to look at your friend, the twinkling light of the moon and stars illuminating his handsome face. He seems to be in deep thought; His expression difficult to read.

“I…” He croaks, his voice seemingly shakes with each word, his warm breath fogging as it hits the cold air. “I’m leaving Hogwarts.”

Your eyes flutter as you turn to stare at the stars – their beautiful twinkles blurring as your eyes begin to pool with tears. This wasn’t what you wanted to hear. But you knew it was inevitable – his father had been writing to him for months, each letter more harrowing than the last. It was only a matter of time until his family summoned their son home.

“I-...” Your voice cracks, as a few tears escape. You wipe them away quickly, not wanting Ominis to hear you break. “When do you leave?”

“Tomorrow.” he sounds just as defeated. “I’ve held them off for so long – they won’t allow me to stay here any longer.”

You sit in silence, not knowing what to say. No matter how much you hated the idea – of Ominis returning to that cold and awful house; Of having to say goodbye to another close friend; Of being completely and utterly alone. Those thoughts terrified you.

“I…I promise to write.” Ominis seems to piece his words together carefully, as if he is scared of saying the wrong things.

“You–” You feel a sharp pang in your chest as you gasp, trying to chase away your imminent cry with a breath of air. “You promise?”

“Little dove,” You hear the break in Ominis’s voice. He pulls you in close, allowing you to release your hiccuped breaths into his shoulder. “Please don’t cry – I…I don’t want to leave you. Not like this.”

“I can’t help it.” You gasp, feeling your chest tighten as you do your best to hold back your sobs. “I can’t lose you too.”

He cups your face gently, wiping your tears away with the pads of his thumbs. He opens his mouth before quickly closing it again, clearly at a loss for words. He closes his eyes as if the moment itself was breaking him in two; Then ever so slowly, leaning forward so that his forehead rests against yours.

“I will be back.” His voice is hoarse yet barely above a whisper. “I promise, little dove.”

After a while, you stopped receiving letters from Ominis. Sometimes you wondered if he forgot you…or perhaps even stopped caring. It was true that you were hurt but you refused to wallow in sadness. It just wasn’t like you.

It took a while but it wasn’t long before you were actively participating in your classes again; Regaining a sense of eagerness and passion for learning. And Natsai – she became your rock. She was there for you when you needed someone the most; Extended her hand to you when nobody else would and pulled you from that dark place.

Three years passed; Seasons came and gone – and before you knew it, Sebastian Sallow and Ominis Gaunt had resorted to becoming a distant memory.

That is, until this year.

As it turned out, Ominis kept his promise; And it wasn’t long before the news of his return spread like wildfire. What you weren’t expecting, however, was for Sebastian to also return to Hogwarts this very same year.

People talked and it was almost impossible for you to ignore it. Ominis Gaunt and his loyal, obedient dog, Sebastian Sallow; Both returning to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry? It was the hottest piece of gossip in Year 7.

While the rest of the students in your year were eager to welcome the infamous duo, it was difficult for you to mask your broken heart. It wasn’t long before Natsai was able to put the pieces together – she was a bright witch afterall. Attending this party almost guaranteed that you’d run into either one or both of the two men. Regardless of the years that passed and the little time you spent with Sebastian – it didn’t make you love him any less. However with Ominis also returning, it also left you feeling confused; As if he wasn’t an impossible enigma already. That fact alone made you absolutely beside yourself; Your anxiousness arousing the same feeling within Natsai.

At the end of the hallway, Imelda comes to a stop and turns to Garreth.

“Let me make one thing clear.” She crosses her arms, her eyebrows in a frown. “I’m getting you in. That’s it. And then my debt is paid.”

“Of course.” Garreth grins.

“Alright then.” She eyes you and Natsai standing behind. “Don’t get too crazy, yeah?”

“What in the world could Imelda Reyes be in debt to Garreth Weasley for?” Natsai leans close so that only you can hear her hushed words. You shrug watching the Slytherin turn around and approach the stone wall.

With the faint hiss, a large golden basilisk apparates, slithering along the edge of the floor before inching, and darting upward, the crest in its body movement revealing a secret doorway. As soon as it appears, you begin to hear the muffled hum of music and student chatter beyond the large copper doors.

Imelda pushes the doors in, the music from within immediately echoing off the stone walls of the outside hallway. The three of you follow her in. Instantly a few Slytherins give the three of you strange looks, Garreth, however, strolls in, making himself at home – whether he takes notice or is completely ignoring the unwelcomeness, you aren’t sure.

The common room is filled to the brim; mostly Slytherin students but occasionally you spot a few people from other houses. The flickering, green flames of the floating candles illuminate the way as you make your way through the thrums of people. Natsai holds onto your arm tightly, making sure not to lose you in the crowd. Somewhere along the way, the two of you lose Garreth – eventually deciding to find somewhere to sit. Parties were neither one of your scenes.

“Should I get something for us to drink?”

“Nattie asking me to drink?” You cross your arms teasingly, leaning close so that your friend could hear your voice over the music. “I think I’ve finally lost it.”

“Oh shut up,” She rolls her eyes before tugging you with her. Along the large stained glass windows, you find some unoccupied seats. A copper serpent appears from above, slithering downwards and enshrouding the both of you in a sheer curtain; An enchantment of some sorts making the small lounge area insulated from the rest of the party. And for a while, the two of you watch as people lose themselves to the muffled beat of the music.

And then, beyond the shimmery veil, your eyes fall upon him.

“I’m going to find us some refreshments – you’ll be alright staying here to save our seats?” You hear the voice of your friend but are too stunned to look away.

“Are you listening…?” Natsai trails off when she follows your gaze. You feel her tense up next to you.

She glances at you, speaking slowly to gauge your reaction.

“You alright?”

“I’m fine.” You say before turning away; This seemed to become a habit - to reassure yourself rather than your concerned Gryffindor friend.

“He’s staring.” She looks on at the young man across the room, her voice filled with cold distaste.

“Is he?” You say softly, tucking your hair behind your ear and glancing in his direction, only to find that she wasn’t lying. Across the room, Sebastian sits at the end of the conjured up bar, surrounded by a crowd of enamored fifth years – most of them girls wanting to take their chance to flirt with the infamous Sallow.

While parts of the Sebastian from your memories still remain; The two years that have passed are prominent in how much older he looks. His once boyish features are now sharper, accentuating his clenched jaw. His hair is shorter, but the same chestnut colored curls hang low over his eyes.

At the bar, he sits relaxed, all while exuding a sense of strong confidence — resting his head in the palm of his hand, rubbing his stubbled chin, the other fiddling with the rim of his glass, listening absentmindedly to the girl in front of him. While he is nodding, his dark eyes continue to dart back to yours, making you feel a little too self conscious.

“Celebratory shots are in order!” Garreth suddenly comes into view, blocking Sebastian completely, handing both of you glasses that were way too big to be considered a shot. His sudden entrance allows a rush of music to pass through the curtains. “To surviving our seventh year, yeah?”

He clinks his glass to yours, before quickly throwing the liquid back – hissing as the alcohol passes down his throat. Natsai watches with displeasure, choosing to hold her glass but not allowing any of its contents pass her lips.

Oh for Merlin’s sake. You lick your lips before taking a gulp, the burning liquid making you forget the memories, too painful to remember.

“Atta’ girl.” Garreth praises, laughing as the alcohol makes your face contort into a wince. He turns to Natsai.

“Well if you aren’t going to drink,” He takes her glass and downs its contents for himself; Quickly grabbing her hands and pulling her up onto her feet. “Let’s dance!”

But before she can refuse, he’s already dragging her to the dance floor, leaving you all alone.

You swallow, attempting to alleviate the dryness in your throat; The bitter taste of whisky making you purse your lips; Already feeling a light buzz from the concentrated drink. You feel apprehensive – debating whether or not you should leave. Nattie wouldn’t hold it against you. She’d understand. You take a nervous breath, the beat of your heart thundering above the sound of the music. Glancing back to the bar, you already see that Sebastian is watching you – predatory like eyes trailing down your body; His hungry gaze making you shiver.

“It’s been a while.”

You turn, startled by the sudden voice in your ear — taken aback, you almost mistake the man before you for a stranger. His posture exuding a carefree confidence that was unfamiliar to you. Dressed in all black, his sleek suit accentuates long and slender limbs. The neat comb over you remember from all those years ago is no more – now looking as if he messily ran a hand through his hair. A sense of familiarity and yet an almost completely different man stands before you today.

“Ominis.” You say his name softly, his sudden appearance taking you by surprise.

His pearl colored eyes follow the sound of your voice, before falling on you.

“I’m glad you remember me.” He smiles softly, relief evident in his tone of voice.

“How could I not?” You look away. He didn’t write back, your inner voice reminds you; And the sting of his rejection feels fresh now that he is here right in front of you.

“It's been years.” His voice chastises as if he is speaking to a child.

“Yes.” Your voice comes out a little harsher than expected. The passing years didn’t make their absence hurt any less. ”You didn’t write.”

His eyes soften, hearing the evident pain in your words. You feel his weight shift towards you; And ever so slightly, cold fingers gently tipping your chin towards him – almost giving you no other option but to look at him.

“Dove.”

You pull away before he can speak, making him raise an eyebrow. They weren’t the only ones who changed.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Oh?” His mouth twitches, almost as if he is amused by your sudden disobedience. Yet he stays silent, silvery serpent eyes glinting in the dim emerald light as they sweep you up and down. And almost instinctively, your body shivers as if he could truly see you.

Ominis lets out a breathy laugh as if he is amused; The tips of his fingers ghosting across your arms as he retraces his steps to sit on the couch. He leans back into the leather, this newfound confidence drawing you in. He only beckons you once. And as if he cast a spell, you find yourself slowly walking forward until you are standing in between his spread legs. He grazes the tips of your fingers, his tickling touch sending shivers up your arm, before ever so gently, tugging you forward and onto his lap.

You can’t hide your surprise, a yelp escaping your lips as he readjusts you on his knee.

“Cute,” His lips pursed as if to hide his smile.

“You’re an arse.” You shove his shoulders, attempting to get off but the hold he has on your wrists is stronger and keeps you in place.

“Ah, not much has changed.” He clicks his tongue as you helplessly struggle.

“This mouth however,” He grips your cheeks between pinched fingers. “Could use a little discipline, no?”

“Ominis.” You warn. He ignores it – forcing you to turn your head and look in the direction of the bar. His grip doesn’t cause pain but is strong enough to keep you in place.

“Sebastian.” Ominis leans in close, his weight making the cushions of the couch dip. “Can he see us?”

“...Yes.” You reply hesitantly, watching as Sebastian raises a crystal glass to his lips, Adam's apple bobbing as he takes a sip of the amber liquid; His eyebrow twitching slightly as if he’s displeased with the sight in front of him. “He’s looking this way.”

“Is he now?” Ominis asks, nonchalantly sliding an arm around your tummy. You stiffen, breaking eye contact with Sebastian as you turn to look at the man at your front. You shift almost uncomfortably; Your knees pressed into the leather cushions as your clothed heat grazes a growing hardness beneath you.

“Relax, little dove.” He chuckles, leaning closely to whisper in your ear. “Play along, hm?”

“Ominis?” Your voice raises an octave higher, as you feel the tickle of his warm breath. “What are you doing?”

Slim fingers slither up the base of your neck, forcing you to turn your head upwards; The cold surface of his serpent ring cooling your skin contrasts the hot touch of his soft lips. You let out a gasp; Ominis taking advantage of your lack of apprehension, his fingers sneaking past your lips before teasingly grazing your tongue,

You panic, and without thinking, instinctively bite down; The bitter, coppery taste of blood hitting your taste buds.

Unphased, Ominis pulls his finger from your mouth, holding it up to the light; Almost as if to examine it before bringing the wound to his own lips. You watch entranced as his tongue dips out slightly before sucking ever so slightly.

“Having fun?” The unamused, baritone voice of Sebastian Sallow breaks your trance. How the both of them managed to sneak past the enchanted curtain – you’d never know.

“Seb,” Ominis does not sound surprised, “Look what I’ve found.”

“Yes,” Sebastian raises a brow before taking a seat next to the two of you – his eyes shyly darting up to meet yours. “Ever the rare gem.”

“You sound upset,” The blonde man’s voice sounds bemused. You shift, turning to climb off of the man’s lap but his cold fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs stopping any movement.

Sebastian remains quiet, jaw clenched tightly as if he was doing everything within his power not to say anything.

Ominis takes note of his friend's silence before clearing his throat. He gives you a small almost taunting smile - the gesture making you scowl.

“It’s wonderful, no?” He brushes a strand of hair from your face, silvery eyes burning into your own. “This reunion with our little dove.”

“Delightful.” Sebastian clips, his answer short and curt before swallowing the remaining contents of his glass.

“Come now,” Ominis chuckles. “Don’t be sour. Ruining such a…splendid occasion.”

Sebastian remains silent, leaning forward, resting elbows on his knees as he examines the now empty glass. Ominis disregards his friend’s lack of words.

“Now then, do tell us what we’ve missed in the time we have been apart, hm?”

You turn away, not wanting to show defeat to the man’s taunting behavior. Heat rises to your cheeks; The entirety of the circumstances make it difficult to procure a single thought.

“Seb has missed you dearly.” For a moment you see a glimpse of the old Ominis as he gently grazes the frown in your brow. “Wouldn’t shut up about you since the day we both left.”

“Enough.” Sebastian looks away, jaw clenched.

“Brooding and moping about – constantly whining about how he wished he never had to leave.”

You turn to look at the man in question. He…didn’t want to leave?

“Then.” You speak softly, afraid that he’d be able to detect the pain in your voice. “Why…why did you?”

Sebastian finally turns to look at you, his eyes burning into your own with such a strong conviction.

“I had no choice.” There is an almost painful strain in his voice.

“I still don’t understand.” Your voice cracks as the tears you’ve been so desperately holding back threaten to spill over. “You left…both of you. Letters that explained little beyond nothing. What am I supposed to think?”

Ominis is the first to speak. “My father is…He is not a good man, little dove.”

Sebastian runs a hand through his hair as he turns away as if he is too ashamed to look you in the eye as he speaks his next words.

“In return for immunity, I swore loyalty to the Gaunt Family….They have been nothing but hospitable.”

You inhale through parted lips, his confession suddenly making it hard to breathe. You should be upset. But you find it hard to conjure up such feelings when the man you loved is safe and sound in front of you.

“You couldn’t afford to tell me that? It’s been years.”

Sebastian looks torn as he searches for his next words. No matter how many years to have passed, you knew that the death of his uncle would haunt him for an eternity of lifetimes.

“My father values loyalty and pureblood status above everything else.” Ominis says with clear distaste.

“Enough that he was willing to turn a blind eye to the blood on my hands.” Sebastian finishes quietly.

“At my father’s bidding…we have…done…unspeakable things, little dove.” Ominis is careful with his words. “Leaving Hogwarts was our only way to keep you from going down the same path.”

You search his face for answers but his expression reveals nothing. The House of Gaunt were Pureblood Enthusiasts; Notorious in the Wizarding World as one of the Sacred Twenty Eight and revered almost the same as royalty. Though you knew of their…strange pastimes, you didn’t think they would be capable of any horrors beyond that.

“I don’t want his legacy to live on.” Ominis cups your face in his hands, smoothing away the worry in your brow. “I will be the one to change that.”

“And…” You swallow, still feeling utterly confused. “Why return now?”

“We have our reasons.”

Sebastian looks to his friend, his expression itself seems to warn Ominis not to speak another word. The blonde man gives him a curt nod – their secrecy leaving you even more frustrated.

“So that’s it? You expect me to forgive you? Just like that?” You feel your voice begin to rise. “ No explanation?...I think you owe me that much.”

While Sebastian’s face is filled with prominent guilt, Ominis watches your outburst with indifference.

“It’s for your own good, little dove.”

“I’m not your dove.” You spat, shoving his arms away yet your reaction only seems to amuse him – making an angry bile rise in the pit of your belly. “And I am certainly not another one of your obedient dogs that will respond to your beck and call.”

Sebastian flinches at the forced hostility in your voice, knowing that your words were in reference towards him.

“So little faith in us?”

“What?” You are taken aback by Ominis’ sudden gentle tone. His gaze is unwavering; Eyes never leaving your own as if he could truly see you.

“Just because you can’t see it, doesn’t mean it’s not really there.” He closes his eyes. “We’d move mountains, seize the Heavens and Earth for you, little dove. Our love for you is like no other and we will always find our way back… There is nothing that will deny us of you. Is that not enough?”

His heartfelt confession takes you aback, You bite your lip, speechless as the tears you struggled so hard to hold back begin to spill over. How could you stay angry?

“Don’t cry.” Sebastian’s voice cracks as he cups your cheeks in warm hands, brushing away your tears with the pads of his thumbs.

“In due time, we will tell everything.” Ominis murmurs, “Till then, will you allow us to earn your trust once again?”

“What…what do you mean?” You speak barely above a whisper.

“We’ve missed you so much. Allow us to show you, yeah?” Sebastian turns you around with ease, all while keeping you seated on Ominis’ lap. Suddenly, he drops to his knees, looking up at you as if you were a Goddess from above. But he doesn’t touch you.

“You’re the one in charge, love.” The sounds of his breath filling the silent alcove. “I won’t touch you unless you allow it.”

How peculiar, To have Sebastian Sallow on his knees practically begging for your forgiveness. This was something you had definitely not anticipated before agreeing to attend the party. A part of you was screaming to not give in; To get up and walk away forever.

But deep down, you knew that that was never going to be an option.

Sebastian looks up at you through long lashes, his hazel eyes searching your own for answers. You feel your lips waver; Unable to form coherent words, you swallow – throat suddenly feeling dry before giving a small nod.

That was all he needed.

HIs hands dig into your thighs, pushing them apart before nestling in between. Ominis reaches down, keeping them spread, allowing his friend to have a better view.

“Fuck. I’ve missed you.” The brunette man wastes no time in showering you with love, peppering open mouthed kisses along your inner thighs – the sudden attack making you gasp and arch forward, almost slipping off of Ominis’ lap.

“Be a good girl, yes?” Ominous’ warm breath tickles your ear as the tips of his fingers ghost across your sheer panties; Your hips unconsciously rising to meet his touch.

“Ominis.” Your voice wavers. “People can see.”

“They wouldn’t dare.” His voice darkens. “Not at what belongs to us.”

A whine escapes your lips as he clicks his tongue, pulling his hand away. With a snap of his fingers, the candles that once illuminated the small space, go out with a hiss. His demonstration of wandless magic makes your core twitch.

“Stop moving.”

You bite your lip, listening to the authoritative man.

“Don’t be such a bastard.” Sebastian pauses his trail of kisses at the base of your thigh to glance up at you. “Look, you’ve gone and made her cry.”

“Something you’re quite familiar with then?” The other man teases, grinning against your neck.

Sebastian throws a dirty look at his friend.

“She can handle it.” Ominis tugs your panties aside, making you gasp. “ A big girl now, aren’t you?”

Hesitantly, you nod.

He groans, satisfied with your obedience. “Use your words, lovely.”

“Y – ah! Yes!”

Sebastian’s hands dig into the flesh of your inner thighs, forcing them apart to give himself a better look. His almost forceful actions make you gasp.

“Fuck.” He curses. “She’s soaking.”

“Is she?” Ominis’ hand ghosts across your breasts, thumbing hardened buds through the fabric of your shirt. “Don’t be a prude Seb. Go on, tell me how she tastes.”

Sebastian wastes no time, burying his face between your legs - his sudden attack making you gasp. His tongue is wet and hot, pushing into you - the new sensation making you see white as you grip onto the man behind you; Any attempts to keep your sanity were now treading on a fine line.

“Beautiful.” Ominis’ hot breath tickles the crook of your neck. His hand forces you to turn your head to the side before tracing down your shoulder. Cold fingertips trail along your arm; His touch eliciting goosebumps along your skin. Before finally, entwining his slender fingers with your own.

“Omi,” You whine.

He guides your hand downwards; A silent instruction. Your hands brushing away Sebastian's dark curls aside, only to find that the man beneath you is already looking up at you - his dark eyes burning into your own as he laps at your cunt like a desperate man. He groans when he feels your hands stroke the side of his face, encouraging him to press into you, the tip of his nose nudging your clit; Your moans making him scoot forward as if he couldn’t get any closer.

Ominis’ hands don’t stop there, guiding you to the heat of your sex. “Do you touch yourself, little dove?”

Sebastian’s tongue tickles your fingertips as it now almost sloppily darts back and forth. The sensation makes you mewl.

“Show us how, yeah?” Ominis is now panting, his hard cock digging into your ass. With his hand over your own, he presses against your clit, starting a taunting rhythm – the sound of your wetness elicited by his rough movements.

“Oh fuck!” You cry out. Sebastian’s muscled arms wrap around your thighs, locking them in place. Your outburst only encourages him more as he buries his face into your cunt. The wet muscle pumping in and out, stretching your virgin hole beyond anything before.

“She’s gonna cum.” Ominis nibbles on your ear, making you gasp. Every sensation overwhelms your already heightened senses.

Your hips rise to meet Sebastian – practically humping his face as you reach up, hands tangling blonde locks as your orgasm violently runs throughout your body like electricity. Your breasts rise and fall to the rhythm of your heavy pants as you struggle to regain your breath, Sebastian presses soft kisses to your sex, chuckling as it elicits small spasms in your lower half.

“You did so well, little dove.” Ominis praises you with a kiss to your brow. “Nothing will separate us ever again.”

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antaresgalaeth · 9 months

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I made this 🔞🔞 NSFW audio 🔞🔞 of Sebastian Sallow x MC based on this drawing [Link]

🔞 Uncensored version (and a little bit animated) + the audio [Here]

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My master list [Link]

Tips/shop: Gumroad

All my links in LINKTREE

Credit (sound laugh)

Freesound - Ame After Dark

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hollowwrites · 3 months

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🤍 Sebastian Masterlist 🤍

✨ Main Masterlist ✨

🔞 Sebastian Headcanon 🔞- Headcanons for everyone’s favourite Trash Man

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Missed Opportunities - Sebastian makes up for not going to a wedding with Victoria

The Captain and Her Keeper - Seb and Imelda cuteness

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(Separate Sebastian stuff that isn’t really canon to my other stuff)

Angsty Seb Request - a little themed request for after Sebastian’s story ends

Possession and Obsession - Request for Seb handling a possessed MC

The Yule Ball - Drabble of practising for the Yule Ball with MC

Game Changer - Drabble for Sebastian telling Imelda about fifth year

What do you propose? - Sebastian proposing fluff

Medusa’s Vipers - Ominis and Sebastian being protective of Evelyn

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Don’t know where else to put this so this is the Relic I made…

Little reference for my Seb

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damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog · 11 months

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NSFW alphabet with Sebastian please?? :)

YESSSS I was secretly hoping someone would request this 💚 Sebastian is such a cutie and I adore writing him, even in short blurbs like this. I am very nervous about getting his characterization down accurately because I don't want to disappoint all his lovely fans, but let’s do this :)

NSFW Alphabet: Sebastian Sallow x fem!MC

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Sebastian is really good at giving back and shoulder rubs, and MC might want one after the workout she has in bed with Sebastian. He would be extremely happy to take a bath with MC, too, since things might get a bit messy. Also, one word: snacks. Sebastian is quite happy to share some candies with MC afterwards while they're basking in their afterglow. He will tell MC they taste best after sex. Finally, MC can expect tons and tons of compliments on how she was amazing and what Sebastian really liked, how much he loves her and how he feels so lucky to have her. All of this is said while Sebastian is cuddled up as close to MC as possible.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

The spot where MC’s neck meets her shoulders is one of Sebastian's favorite spots on her body. It smells nice, is really soft and perfectly fits his forehead/lips. Sebastian is constantly enchanted by how perfectly his body seems to fit with MC’s. He also loves how kissing and nibbling at it makes MC moan his name. The delicate sheen of sweat on her skin in this spot is so pretty to Sebastian. He appreciates having sex somewhere with enough lighting so he can see it. He's proud of his own slightly muscular build, especially around his chest and shoulders. He is all smiles and blushes when MC sees him shirtless for the first time and she can't help but stare, mouth slightly agape (I don't care what kind of MC you have—if you ship her with Sebastian, this moment is a given :) /lh).

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Sebastian loves seeing his cum on MC. Looking down at MC on her back, out of breath with her hair splayed out all around her in a messy halo with his cum decorating her stomach and chest is a sight to behold for Sebastian. Being told to clean it up without the use of his hands will very likely lead to round two. He loves the taste of MC's cum, too. He will try to describe it exactly, even though he struggles to do so; it's very cute to listen to him try. He will comment if MC is especially wet. Knowing he has such an erotic effect on her drives him wild. He loves coming up from between her legs with her cum on his chin.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

After their first duel, Sebastian was fantasizing for weeks about MC shoving him up against the wall, still sweating and out of breath, and demanding he take her right then and there. This was a secret he thought he would take to the grave. Meeting someone who could be his match both intellectually and in duelling was, according to him, the best thing that ever happened to him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Sebastian has slept with others before, but nothing was anywhere near as serious as his relationship with MC. He's ready to take what he's learned in the past and give it his all. He wants to satisfy her, and he will do everything in his power to do just that. Despite his experience, however, he still wants to know what MC specifically likes and will hound her with questions in the beginning. Does this feel good? Do you want to try something different? Are you hurting right now? What do you like? Should I go slower? What if I touch you here? On and on he will go, and MC might have to tell him to just relax and do what feels right.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Sebastian has equal love for many positions and he would be hard-pressed to choose just one favorite. But when MC rides his cock as he's lying on his back, her hands on his chest, he doesn't last long despite his best efforts. Watching her breasts bounce as she buries his cock as deep as it will go is just too much for him to handle. He loves squeezing her thighs in an effort to hold off coming as long as possible. Another favorite of his is when she's riding him in his lap. Being so much closer means more access to MC's body, which is never a bad thing. His soft, messy hair tickles her neck and only excites her further.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Sebastian loves to see MC’s infectious smile and laugh, so he will be playful and often initiate with something cute like tickling her or telling her a dirty joke. Other times, he's simply overwhelmed by how attracted he is to her. He will stare deep into MC's eyes and tell her point blank how much he needs her right this moment. In their afterglow, he will often be playful again and pepper MC in kisses, flop his whole weight onto her as he tells her he simply won't ever be able to move again because he loves her too much, and play silly games (this is absolutely the time in which he would ask "if I were a worm, would you still love me? 🥺").

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Sebastian is proud of his chest hair. He's never felt the need to do much in the way of grooming and probably doesn't need it anyway. His dark pubic hair is a bit dense, but he wears it well, so to speak, and doesn't want to change how he looks too much. Going a little off the rails here, but Sebastian is a real fan of hair pulling. If he's fucking MC from behind, he will be sorely tempted to pull her hair. He loves when she does the same to him while he's giving her oral. Yanking his head back by his hair to tell him he's doing very well is one of his (many) favorite things.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sebastian may be playful, but he will also enjoy being romantic for MC. Which way he goes depends greatly on his mood. He loves MC fully and unconditionally, and it’s very important she knows that while they’re having sex. When he's in a romantic mood, he's constantly touching her and holding her face, looking deep into her eyes and telling MC he loves her. He will pledge his undying fidelity to her in the throes of passion, and hearing MC do the same is very important to him. Their bond of trust and loyalty is unbreakable, especially in those moments, and Sebastian can think of nothing more romantic than that.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

While it's not his favorite, Sebastian will make the best of whatever situation has led him to pleasuring himself alone. If MC is a bit mad at or annoyed with him, MC might tell him that if he's aroused, he should go pleasure himself. In those situations, she usually watches, to his delight. He likes to imagine MC giving him oral, her pretty eyes looking up at him. As long as it’s anywhere secluded, Sebastian’s imagination is more than enough to carry him through to climax. Cleaning up by himself makes him a bit lonely and, if applicable, is usually enough motivation to go apologize to MC for whatever he’s done wrong.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Sebastian has a few kinks he's eager to share with MC. He loves a bit of degradation, like telling MC she's such a naughty girl and needs his cock as punishment. Orgasm control on MC is very fun to him, but he doesn't want to have to inflict it upon himself. Spanking is another favorite; something about MC's ass while he has her on all fours is simply too tempting. He loves how MC jumps and squeaks when his hand makes sudden and unexpected contact. If he's feeling a bit jealous for whatever reason, he feels some possessiveness and growls to her about nobody else is allowed to so much as think about MC. To that end, Sebastian might take it a step further by indulging in his breeding kink. If/when he and MC really do want to have a child, he will be constantly driving himself mad with this kink.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Sebastian knows of a certain corner of the library that is always deserted. He will promise to take MC there if they can both keep their voices down. If they can't stay quiet, Sebastian is happy to hear his name echo loudly off the walls of the Undercroft or the Room of Requirement. He's also thrilled if he can have a home with MC all of their own after graduating, because Sebastian (with MC's input and help) will turn their bedroom into the coziest nest imaginable and make it perfect for lovemaking. A safe little hideaway he and MC built together will always be his first choice.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

MC matching wits with Sebastian will be a really important part of his attraction to her. Getting into a heated intellectual debate will inevitably end in Sebastian all but tearing MC's clothes off out of both frustration and admiration. He has endless respect for her pride in her education and wisdom. Another aspect of his insatiable attraction to her is her duelling abilities. As the only other person besides Ominis to ever beat Sebastian in a duel, Sebastian will be eager to spend time practicing spells and duelling with MC. The pair will get so wrapped up in aggressively trying to beat one another that they end up on the floor all over each other. Seeing MC practice dark magic is also a huge turn-on for Sebastian. The combination of the deadly look in her eye and the conviction needed to cast such magic is irresistible to Sebastian.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Very little is off-limits for him, but Sebastian would prefer that the aforementioned dark magic does not follow them to the bedroom. He has no issue with violence against dangerous enemies, but his loyalty to MC and his instinctual desire to protect her means anything with MC that gets a little too violent or dark, even as a fantasy to which they would both fully consent beforehand, makes him uncomfortable.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Sebastian will prop one of MC's legs up and get on his knees to worship her. He will beg her to sit on his face. He will dedicate entire lovemaking sessions just to getting her off with his tongue and refusing to let MC get him off in return. He cannot get enough of his head between MC's legs. He is thrilled by the idea that this is arguably the most private and protected part of MC, and their absolute trust in each other means he gets to experience it. Whatever MC needs, Sebastian will do it for her. He will make pleasured moans and sighs while he gives MC oral just to show her how much he’s enjoying pleasuring her. Getting oral from MC is the best oral he's ever had. The way she looks up at him while her lips are wrapped around his girth makes his heart melt. With MC's permission, he will grab the back of her head and fuck her mouth. He especially enjoys the feeling of his cum pumping into her mouth, and watching her swallow every last drop.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Sebastian's passion and enthusiasm means he's typically closer to the fast and rough end of the spectrum. He has a lot of energy to give to MC, and he expresses his love best with unbridled emotions and urges. Going too slow means he loses some of the momentum he's built up, and it will get a bit boring for him. He loves to thrust hard into MC and listen to her groan for more. He will ask if she likes that and if she likes being a slut for him. Her positive answers will only spur him on to be rougher.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sebastian is the king of quickies. He knows how to pack an hour of pleasure and fun into 10 minutes. If he wants to sneak off somewhere private with MC for a short while to release some pent-up energy, she can be sure she will be in for a fun time. Quickies leave Sebastian a little disheveled, but much more relaxed. He might need MC to fix his tie or push his hair back into place, because he will be too relaxed and happy to notice. A typical quickie usually involves getting somewhere sufficiently private, opening shirts, pushing up MC's skirt, letting her ride him in his lap or setting her on the edge of a table, running hands through hair, messy kisses and moans as soft as the two can manage, as they are usually somewhere with a bit less privacy.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Sneaking off to quiet, deserted places where they shouldn't be is already Sebastian's specialty, so adding sex to the mix makes it doubly thrilling to him. He keeps a list of places he and MC have successfully had sex, and their goal is to grow that list regularly. Sebastian and MC are constantly studying spells and potions of a more intimate variety, and they will enthusiastically use them on each other. Sebastian likes to try unusual positions, just to see what they like and don't like. He ends up liking anything in which he can look deep into her eyes.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Sebastian is good for a couple rounds, but he gets very tired with all the enthusiasm he puts into the endeavor and will fall asleep quickly after round two. Sebastian is more concerned with the quality of his and MC's orgasms than how long they can last, although he does place a little bit of importance of duration. If he comes in five minutes but it's the best climax he's had all week, he considers it worth it. He also feels better when he has more cum. Shooting blanks doesn’t feel as good to him. He can also tell when MC is getting tired and needs to rest, and he feels bad pushing her too hard. If they stop after one very satisfying round, he will consider his work done and happily curl up with MC to rest.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Sebastian doesn’t have experience in this area, but if MC has any favorites, he is more than willing to try it for her. As he constantly tells her, he trusts her completely. Even if they end up not sharing the same taste in everything, he will be glad to have at least tried something new with her.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Teasing MC is half the fun of sex for Sebastian. He will get his hands and/or mouth on anything just to make her moan his name and grab his hair. He likes to pick a spot and tease her relentlessly until they both have an intense, fiery look in their eyes. His favorite spot to tease is her nipples. Sucking, licking, nibbling, massaging and tweaking are all fair game, and he has to end it with a satisfying pop as he takes his mouth away. If he can stand to go so slowly, he delights in stripteases. The smoldering look in his eyes paired with the agonizingly slow motion of pulling down his trousers will have MC whining for more in no time at all. Another favorite of his is rutting against her through his clothes. He tells MC that all he has to do to tease him is lie there looking pretty on their bed, and he has to make up for his share by spoiling her.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Sebastian loves to be loud and encourages MC to do the same. When he's really getting into the foreplay, he will loudly moan and tell her exactly what he likes about whatever she’s doing. During sex, he will be talking a lot. He loves to tell her how good she feels and how much he wants her, how much he needed this and what he wants to have happen. His climax has him gasping and shouting MC’s name. If they’re trying to be quiet, Sebastian will snarl and bite MC’s shoulder to stifle his voice. The face of total desperation he makes in that moment is enough to make MC come twice.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

As someone who always wears his heart on his sleeve, his face is very expressive and always betrays what he’s thinking. He can’t keep any secrets from MC when it comes to his desires—not that he would want to, anyway. He can flirt nonverbally, and if MC can do the same, they have entire lust-filled conversations while holding each other without ever saying a word. At the end of the day when he just wants to unwind with MC, he will wrap his arms around her waist from behind and sigh against her neck, his signature mischievous smile on his face with heavy lidded eyes.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Sebastian’s freckles aren’t just on his face; he has freckles on his shoulders, arms, chest and back too. He knows they’re part of his physical charm. He has a good amount of natural muscle mass. His fully-grown height is about 172cm (5'8")—this is rather tall for the time period. :) He's roughly 15cm (6") when hard. I feel like wizards probably never got on the circumcision train like their muggle neighbors had during this time period, so he's uncut.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High sex drive is the name of the game with Sebastian. He’s ridiculously passionate about everything to which he’s dedicated himself, including sex. He can read MC very well and knows better than to ask for sex when she's not feeling up for it. But under normal circumstances, he will be quite insistent with MC when he's in the mood, often going as far as trailing kisses down her neck as his hands run down her sides and telling her how beautiful she looks. He will pout if MC tells him to go cool off or wait a while until she's finished with something else. Waiting is not his strong suit.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sebastian is liable to fall asleep while lying on top of MC, much to her chagrin. It wouldn't be so bad, except that he is heavy and she needs to breathe. Attempting to shove him off will usually just result in Sebastian shifting to wrap his arms around her, nuzzle his face between her breasts and happily sigh back into deeper sleep again. She's just so comfortable and warm, even if she's small compared to him. He will be smiling wide when he's sleeping off the exhaustion of sex with MC.

#hogwarts legacy #Sebastian sallow #Sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow smut #sebastian smut #going from Ominis to Sebastian is giving me whiplash I keep having to remind myself that Sebby is not blind 😭#you can tell I’m super mad this morning because I’m distracting myself by writing this instead of working lmaoo #headcanons #requests

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sebastian-and-ominis-share-me · 1 year

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Hello there. Since you opened the gates for smuttiness. Um... Um how would out favorite Slytherin boys react to some bloomers are crotchless? Citrus levels are authors choice. I just was amused researching Victorian clothing and how things changed in the 1890s.

This is a super fun idea although I'm not sure how much justice I've done for it. Nothing too spicy here but I hope you enjoy it.

Sexual Themes - Minors do not interact

Sebastian:

"Well, that certainly makes for easier access."

"Don't be afraid to flash me every now and again, I need to pass the time in class somehow, and you'll certainly make it a whole lot more interesting."

Sitting next to you in the library, any class where you sit next to him instead of across or anywhere else he can be discreet, his hands will be wandering under the table to settle in between your legs. He can't get enough of playing with you.

Speaking of the library, he would totally love to get a peek up your skirt as you climb the ladders to higher-up shelves.

He can't control himself at all, the second he gets you alone, the skirt is coming off and his trousers are coming down.

Ominis:

Sebastian is the one to tell him, he whispers it to him as he could see a flash under your skirt one day in Professor Ronen's class.

Ominis could feel his face heat up at the thought of Y/N being exposed and he scolds Sebastian for continuing to look. He would definitely want to protect your integrity. That being said, he can't fight the blush running across his cheeks, which makes Sebastian laugh, he's never seen his friend come undone so easily.

He was up late one night reading in the common room when you emerged from your dorm, saying you couldn't sleep. He put his book down and welcomed you. You laid on the couch next to him, resting your legs across his lap and he suddenly remembered Sebastian's words. He sat rigid, not quite knowing what to do. He could feel his pants becoming tight and he quickly excused himself before she could notice.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian x mc #ominis gaunt #ominis x mc #sebastian smut #ominis smut #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy smut #ask response #asks

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libellule-ao3 · 5 months

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Wild Surrender 🔞

Sebastian Sallow/You (Fem!Reader), Garreth Weasley&You (Fem!Reader)

One-Shot/ 4 841 words

Summary:

Sebastian doesn't want you! And although he has kissed you passionately in what he calls a moment of weakness, he never misses an opportunity to remind you of it.

For Garreth, this rejection is too ostentatious to be sincere and he decides to help you force Sebastian to reveal himself.

⚠️/tags: NSFW, 🔞, Smut, Sebastian gave you a 'nickname' in Scottish Gaelic, no use of y/n, jealousy, possessive Sebastian

A/N: This fanfiction explores the "operation: jealousy" trope in a smutty version. And it was written purely for the pleasure of featuring Sebastian tied to a chair, impotent and furious, and a provocative Garreth. 😅 Enjoy!

⚠️This link leads to NSFW content. You have been warned.

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kisakis-boyfriend · 1 year

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Good boys get rewarded

Pairings: Sebastian x reader

Warnings: Male!reader, dom!reader, sub!Sebastian, teasing, shibari

Genre/Format: Smut; Drabble

Author's Note: Kicking off this blog with something I wrote last year. Plz be nice I haven't written anything in 2 years

Please check my blog title to verify whether requests are closed or not! Thank you!

Watching Sebastian come undone as you tease him. He's sat in your lap, blindfolded, gagged, nothing except pretty red rope adorning his pale skin. The rope digs into his wrists, restricting his movement

You run your fingertips along his arms and place a sweet kiss on his exposed shoulder. He wants to relax, but it's nearly impossible since he can feel your growing bulge underneath him. He wants to move — to feel you press up against his ass — but he holds still like a good boy

Your hands find his hips and his back arches slightly. “So pretty, and so well-behaved. Where should I touch you first?” you whispered. Sebastian moaned around the gag, unable to answer your question

You slid your hand down to his thigh and squeezed. “Here?” your other hand moved to his chest. “Here?” your hot breath hit the shell of his ear. “Or maybe...right here?”

“Mmph!” Sebastian jolted slightly as your hand moved from his thigh to his cock. He suppressed the urge to buck into your hand immediately. If he behaves, he'll get what he wants so badly

#my writing #kuroshitsuji smut #black butler smut #sebastian smut #sebastian michaelis smut #sebastian michaelis #drabble #dom reader #sub sebastian #sebastian x reader #male reader #kuroshitsuji

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cranetreegang · 9 months

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In the Light of Death - Part 4

Sebastian x FemReader with former Ominis x FemReader

Summary: Things are awkward as they wonder how to proceed with their relationship

Warnings: Explicit Content - They getting on that Rocket 69 babyyyy and they having SEX

Word Count: ~2,500 words

Read Part 3 Here - Find Whole Light of Death Series Here

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Their supper is a quiet one. There’s an underlying tension building beneath the surface as the night begins to come to an end. She’s not sure how to broach the subject which is on both of their minds. Even as they clean up the kitchen, they can only make awkward eye contact with one another - the words never quite making it out of their mouths.

“I enjoyed today,” she says, hoping he would understand it included their morning as well.

He smiles, “I wouldn’t mind taking you out on more explorations, ya know. Another set of eyes to witness some of the lost beauty with me.”

She nods, “Perhaps we could. I… missed being out in the field like that.”

“It’s nice having you along.”

They both shift between their feet as they stand across from one another. She bites her lip then steps away from him.

“I… should go to bed,” she whispers, noting the longing in his eyes.

“Of course. Been a long day,” he replies with a terse grin. “So, um… goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” she turns on her heel then heads towards the stairs.

Every step feels heavier than the last and once she arrives at her bedroom door, she can’t quite bring herself to go inside.

How can she go back into that dark, empty room?

She turns around and her back hits the door, sliding down with a heavy breath. Her gaze lingers down the stairs - the lights slowly dimming until she’s fully in the dark with only the moon to keep her company. Several emotions all fight for control within her. Before long though, one emerges above all others.

Loneliness.

It’s a selfish feeling, but she has it all the same. And it’s enough to drive her slowly to her feet. She sneaks her way down the stairs, and pads softly across the wood floor towards Sebastian’s door. The looming obstacle makes her heart pound loudly in her ears. She raises and lowers her trembling hand several times before sucking in a sharp breath and knocking on the door.

Before she can even think about running away, he opens the door. His eyes are wide for a moment then he shifts into a warm smile. He holds out his hand in a silent invitation. She stares at his awaiting offer, wrestling with the last bit of doubt still lingering within herself. Another deep breath to quiet her hammering heart and she takes his hand.

With a slight tug, he guides her inside and shuts the door behind them. She’s lost in his warm gaze while he cups her cheek. He leans down and just before his lips can brush hers, he whispers,

“Is this okay?”

“Yes,” she whispers breathlessly.

His lips are warm and gentle against hers. Like he’s trying to coax a scared animal from hiding. She eases into him, and his arm wraps around her waist to pull her closer. In a sudden movement, he lifts her up and she gasps while wrapping her legs around his waist. He grins, then takes her to the bed to lay her down.

He cups her cheek like she’s a delicate doll while his eyes roamed over her blushing face.

“Tell me to stop, and I will,” he whispers.

He awaits her answer, hovering over her like a predator ready to pounce. Like he’s barely able to hold himself back from devouring her. It makes her skin tingle and her body shiver.

“I promise, I will.”

It’s all he needs to hear to capture her lips with a far more needy kiss. Not wasting any time, he’s quick to rip off her clothes then his own - leaving them both bare. He leans back to admire her and how the moonlight bathes her in an ethereal glow. Never in all of his wildest dreams did he ever believe he would have her like this. His lips trail down her neck, taking the sensitive flesh between his teeth to mark her before he ventures down.

Sucking, biting, and massaging her breasts makes her emit the softest of noises. It all but encourages him to lose control - to consume and ravage her. Oh, how he’s longed for her. But, he wants to take his time. Unlike their morning, he wants to savor her - to engrain her into him. He wants to hear more of these sweet sounds from her. He wants-, needs to know every inch of her.

She watches him as he continues his journey down. Her breath hitches in her throat and her eyes widen as he kneels in front of the bed. His eyes seem to almost shimmer with want and desire as he beholds her plaint form laid before him. He kisses down her stomach and past her hips. His eyes roam over her while his hands work along her legs dangling over the edge. The soft flesh of her inner thigh is too tempting to not indulge in and he sinks his teeth into her.

She whimpers, biting her lip to keep some of her desperate pleas at bay while he creates marks on both of her thighs. The way he looks up at her with such searing intensity makes her heart skip a beat. He pulls her legs to rest on his shoulders and she forgets how to breathe for a moment. Watching him as he kisses his way closer and closer to where she wants him, makes her mind go blank. Without breaking her gaze, he places his lips right over her.

Her head falls back onto the bed with an audible gasp. She can feel his smirk against her then it’s quickly followed by his warm tongue. He swirls and laps at her while his calloused hands hold her hips, rubbing up and down her flushed body. When his lips enclose around her to gently suck, she can’t stop herself from letting out a pitiful whine.

“Sebastian,” she whimpers, her back arching off the bed for a moment.

He makes a pleased noise, vibrating her to the very core, while he continues to unravel her. Her salty-sweet essence and divine warmth makes Sebastian’s head spin. Desperate to find something to ground herself, she tangles her fingers into his hair and her other hand holds his. He emits another moan, squeezing her hand while he flattens his tongue across her folds. A warm coil starts to burn itself inside her belly, and her legs tremble and tense. She opens her eyes and leans up enough to watch him. His eyes are closed and he looks positively lost in her.

Sensing her watching, he opens his eyes to meet her gaze. Her breath catches in her throat with how he looks at her. A soft moan escapes him, which brings her dangerously close to her release.

“Wait,” she pants, pushing his head away by his forehead.

His eyes widen and he looks as if he’s been stricken.

“Is something wrong?”

She opens and closes her mouth several times, suddenly shy at what she’s wanting. He gives her a gentle smile, stroking up and down her thighs and squeezing her hand.

“You can tell me, sweetheart. Tell me what you want,” he says.

“I…,” she has to look away from his awaiting gaze, “I want to… I want to make you feel good too, Sebastian.”

She slowly looks back over to him, and he has a soft smile on his flushed face.

“And how would you like to do that?” He wonders, placing a kiss on her inner thigh.

Unable to form words, she pulls his hand and guides him back on the bed. She gently pushes him to his back and she straddles over him. He watches her with both curiosity and burning want. She strokes his cheek then places a kiss upon his swollen lips, tasting herself on his tongue as she does. His hands roam up her back and it takes every ounce of strength to break apart from him.

With a deep breath, she rotates herself - sitting on his chest while she admires his hard cock resting against his belly. She looks over her shoulder to him, finding his eyes wide and his lips parted.

“Is this… okay?” She quietly asks.

He blinks then lets out a breathy laugh, “More than okay.”

His hands run up her legs then grip her hips - gently urging her to slide towards him. She leans down, trailing her lips down his taut stomach until she hovers over his cock. Seeing him up close, she notes how large and rather girthy he is. Her hand wraps around his base, giving him a light squeeze, then she places the glistening head into her mouth.

Sebastian lets out a surprised, but pleased groan from below her. Hearing his pleasure, she takes more of him - letting her tongue twist all around him. He silences his moans by pushing her onto his lips. It’s hard to concentrate on taking his cock deeper when every lap of his tongue makes her body roar with electric currents. Her cloudy mind focuses enough to engulf his cock, nearly all the way to his base. She slowly works back up to his pulsing head, twirling her tongue to earn herself more of his needy moans. Hints of salt coat her mouth while she continues to bob her head up and down his cock.

A finger prods at her entrance then dives into her, making her still for a moment. She tries to concentrate back on pleasing him when another finger joins in, stretching her. She lets out a strangled whimper when his fingers press against a spot inside her. His nimble fingers combined with him sucking on her, she’s all but a needy mess. Her legs tremble and she’s completely flush against him. The coil in her lower stomach burns and snaps.

“S-Sebastian.”

She’s panting, unable to do anything but ride out the wave of his lips latching onto her and his fingers thrusting into her.

“That’s it. Yes,” he encourages as she tightens and pulses around his fingers. He gives her one last kiss then guides her to face him once more. Her eyes are blown out and her breathing is all but heavy pants. She’s fully draped over him - practically putty in his hands.

He grins, wrapping his arms around her to bring her into a sloppy kiss. Her hand tangles into his messy hair and he does the same to hers. His other hand grips her hip, squeezing her on occasion. They part with a heavy sigh and she holds his lust-filled gaze as her hand reaches down between them. He audibly gulps when she guides him into her, both of them letting out breathy moans. She’s so tight around his aching cock - it’s nearly maddening.

With both of his hands on her hips and hers on his shoulders, they work in tandem with one another. Her pants and breathy moans spur him to drive deeper into her. The threads of his control are all but snapped - and when her lidded eyes look down at him with such unbridled desire, he is fully lost. His heart hammers in his chest, and despite how close they are - he needs her closer still.

He flips them over and pins her to the bed, locking his lips with hers while he drags one of her legs to wrap around his waist. Her body pressed against him makes his skin spark and chest coil. His movements are frantic and desperate, and she has to cling onto him. He grunts as he practically slaps his hips into her, making her see stars.

Their eyes gaze into one another, with his filled with a loving adoration for her. Seeing a flicker of the same sort of love kindling within her eyes causes him to fall apart. Whimpers and moans flood the room as he spends himself inside her. He presses his forehead to her, letting out hard, heavy breaths through his nose. He places soft kisses wherever his lips land on her face, slowly floating down from his blissful high.

Unable to bear the thought of letting her go, he falls beside her while keeping a tight hold around her. She gives him tender kisses over his cheeks and forehead, making him blush. He tucks away her stray hairs behind her ear - a warm smile coming over the both of them.

“I’m happy you’re here,” he whispers.

She strokes his cheek as she whispers back, “I’m happy you answered the door.”

As he drags her into his chest - and she nestles into his neck - she wonders just how deeply he feels for her. And where her growing affection for him will lead them. The longer she listens to his slowing breaths, the more she can’t bear the thought of sleeping alone again - of being alone again. She needs him… she wants him.

The very notion makes her gut churn with guilt. Like she’s betraying Ominis by letting a love grow for Sebastian. She traces her fingers up his chest until they arrive at his neck - where she rests just under his jawline. A soft kiss is placed on her hairline.

“What’s on your mind, sweetheart?” His voice is gentle, but laced with undeniable worry.

“Us,” she admits.

He tightens his hold around her for a moment as he asks, “Are you having… regrets?”

“No. And I think that’s what bothers me the most.”

He’s silent for several breaths before he turns her chin up to look at him.

“Being with me, doesn’t mean you love him any less.”

Her lips part for a moment and she turns her eyes away from him.

“It doesn’t feel that way,” she murmurs with pinched brows.

“Sweetheart,” he urges her to look at him again, which she finally does. He strokes her cheek with a thoughtful expression as he says, “Your love for him was always something I envied. You loved him fully, and completely. It’s what he deserved - someone to love him like you did. So, don’t think for a moment that you’re betraying that. I never want you… to question that. And I’m not asking for you to love him any less. I meant what I said. I only want you to be happy.”

“And what about you? Are you happy like this? With… me?” She wonders.

He holds her gaze, his dark eyes flicking over her features. Not even the night can dampen his glow - the moonlight highlighting his serene face.

“As long as you’re happy, I’m happy as well,” he smiles. “And I mean that. No matter what, you’ll always be my closest friend. Not a thing in the world could ever change that. Your happiness has always meant the world to me.”

She doesn’t realize she’s crying until he gently wipes away her tears. She buries herself into his neck with a soft breath.

“Thank you.”

It’s all she can say. As to what she’s thankful for, she’s not sure.

His understanding? His patience? His kindness? His love…

It’s all things he gives to her, yet she doesn’t deserve any of it. Not when hers are only given with half a heart.

He brushes her hair and places more tender kisses on her.

“Sweet dreams, love,” he whispers.

His embrace makes her eyes grow heavy and she soon falls into a deep sleep.

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AN: Ominis watching as his best friend is pounding the shit out of his wife from the afterlife - "bro... this is NOT what i MEANT by taking care of my WIFE!"

Anyways, more smut, cause i can't help myself and the idea of Seb going down on her and being super needy and romantic and wanting her just idk sounded good.

Final part should be out soon and it'll wrap everything up. hopefully everyone is enjoying the fic so far -> can't believe this was meant to all be in one long post and I'm glad I broke it up so you're not just bogged down by a whole ass novel.

Feedback always welcomed <3

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