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Children are a choice and honestly sometimes people feel they will be bad parents and some people just honestly arenāt cut out to be parents so please donāt tell them that āYouāll be a great parent!ā Because not everyone is and it is good that they know themselves.
YES. i do love children! theyāre sweet, in small doses. theyāre cute. but the responsibility of raising a whole human being?? shaping who theyāre going to be in the future?? as of now, my answer is an immediate hell no.
ābut theyāre cuteā if i wanted something cute to display on my mantle iād get one of those kitschy miniature kitten figurines. itās an awful lot cheaper too, and much less upkeep.
Ok so recently I was babysitting and the kids I was watching wanted me to watch bluey with them (obviously I was soooo down) but I couldnāt help but think to myself that the way Bandit and Chili raise bluey and bingo, is EXACTLY how MC and Seb would raise their kids. And now I canāt Unsee it and itās so adorable my heart canāt handle itš„°š„¹
Will you please have a look at this list and see if there's a prompt you fancy writing? Because gaddayum! After Bad Timing, I am dying to read more angsty fics from you!
Thank you! I will forever be in love with your writing! ā”
Hey, buddy!!!
First of all, I love you.
Second, this was a wild and incredible experience to write. My very first full smut. I picked Prompt #4 because if I'm going smut, then I'm going all-out.
IT'S ROUGHLY 7300 WORDS WORTH OF ANGSTY SMUT.
I drank enough water to drain a lake writing this.
God, I hope you like it.
This was fun.
And filthy.
And angsty.
And I loved it.
Thank you for the prompt.
You're the best.
TRIGGER WARNING: 18+ ONLY SMUT SMUT SMUT OH GOD THERE'S SO MUCH FUCKING SMUT
The Solution
Watching her curiously from across the bar was a dangerous game Sebastian enjoyed playing that evening. On one hand, seeing how she slipped her dress-strap down her shoulder, further exposing her ample cleavage to the man on the stool next to her, had his pants already tenting. She had a knack for exuding pure, feminine seduction using nothing more than a pretty blush and a few teases of her skin.
Sebastian certainly had never been immune.
On the other, those pink, plump lips were whispering sweet promises of filth into the ear of some nameless bastard buying her drinks instead of wrapped wetly around the shaft of his cock where they belonged.
Where they soon would be, no doubt, if he had a say.
While running into her in the tavern had been purely coincidental, he simply needed to make his presence known, and any thoughts she may have mistakenly had of taking that lackluster stranger to bed would leave her mind in favor of more satisfying endeavors.
Sebastian hadn't always been so territorial over her body and who she chose to share it with, but ever since graduating and not being able to see her and take her whenever he pleased had ignited a certain possessiveness within him.
Their arrangement had always been mutually beneficial - one that had started from necessity rather than any sort of passion. They'd both been in a bad way by the middle of their sixth year, still reeling from the trauma they'd endured, and had distanced themselves from each other quite bitterly.
A chance encounter in the Undercroft one very late night, while both were trying to clear their heads of the nightmares, led to a particularly fortuitous hate-fuck that seemed effective in chasing away their own inner-turmoil.
Thus began the next year and a half of allowing her to scream insults at him in the courtyard before mercilessly railing her in an empty classroom mere minutes afterward.
Mutual stress-relief, they'd called it. No deeper feelings or interpretations to speak of - they both needed a good, rough fuck when the bad dreams and anxiety all-too-often came creeping in, and their newfound hatred of each other made it all that much easier to find sweet release without the added complication of attachment.
They were far beyond things like loyalty and trust. This was purely an animalistic need to screw.
Which was why neither one would have minded much if the other sought solace in the arms or bed of another. It just so happened that they were always present for each other at those opportune moments- under the Quidditch stands during a loud match, against a large oak tree on the shores of the Black Lake, and most daringly in the back of the Library while class had been in session.
It was an unspoken agreement, but it was never exclusive. She had simply been convenient and understood the terms, and he had been much the same.
Now, however, while she had gone off to train as a Healer and he tethered himself to the Ministry as a Curse-Breaker, those moments where release was needed were met with emptiness and a hand around himself rather than her familiar heat.
They hadn't kept in contact over the months, and why should they? They weren't even friends. Not anymore.
The foreign feeling of jealousy coiling in his gut, however, as he caught sight of her by chance in that shitty little pub on an evening out to drink away the memories before collapsing in his flat had him angry with her all over again.
Here he was, miserable and seething and alone while she had the gall to run out, looking like that to flirt with some stranger in order to have her needs met. Sebastian would have come to her and given her what she needed if she'd only written and asked. Hell, it had hardly been three short months since they'd fucked that last time behind the school - a twisted farewell of sorts - and she had every opportunity to leave him with her address or any way to contact her.
She hadn't, of course, and now her stubborn pride had left them both in a predicament wherein he was intimately familiar with his own palm and she was scraping the bottom of the barrel in a bar for a quick lay.
Knocking back his whiskey with a grunt, Sebastian stood and strode across the worn, wooden floor to stand behind his unsuspecting companion. While she may not have noticed him, the dog next to her certainly had, and the way her intended suitor shrank back at Sebastian's glower had him chuckling darkly. If the man didn't even have the spine to stake his claim in the face of a little competition, he didn't deserve the prize.
Before she could turn around to see what had spooked the handsome fellow she was working on enticing, Sebastian slammed his palms onto the bar on either side of her, leaning down closely to her ear and caging her there beneath him - a promise of what was to come.
"Quit wasting my time and finish your drink - it's pathetic watching you squander your charm on lesser men." He spoke lowly into her ear, and the way she shivered and instantly knocked back the rest of her glass of mead told him she was both pleased by his sudden appearance, and all-too-willing to leave with him.
The man she'd been wooing made a choked sort of noise, like he might speak up to defend his own masculinity, but immediately clamped his mouth shut when Sebastian raised a brow at him with a sly smirk.
As if to drive home the point, he leaned down even further to wrap his arms snugly around her waist, squeezing at the soft flesh just above her hips - the fabric of her dress so thin he could feel the warmth of her body through it - and pressed a bold kiss to her neck for all the bar to see.
Her body responded immediately, and she gave no protest as she tilted her head slightly to the side with a breathy little gasp. Always too proud to say what she felt, they both knew she prefered it when he handled her with dominance - she'd always needed to relinquish control to someone stronger for once, and Sebastian desired holding the reigns, if only to maintain some semblance of control over anything.
Then, after all but hauling her off the barstool with a victorious smile, he kept a protective hand firmly around her upper arm to pull her out of the pub and out into the cold streets of London.
Wordlessly, he led her down the cobblestone at a brisk pace, intent on feeling her beneath him again rather than chatting about useless things like work and life. She seemed to be in agreement while she trotted to keep pace.
Until she spoke.
"And just where in the fuck are you taking me now? Hopefully not another damned catacomb." She spat at him.
The taunt should have pissed him off, but it only aroused him further, and he resisted the urge to adjust himself more comfortably while they were walking down the street.
Instead, he picked up his pace and retorted, "Save your voice. You'll need it when you're screaming for me in a moment."
She scoffed loudly, and he could practically feel the way she rolled her eyes behind him, but she did not argue back.
It didn't really matter where they were going - she'd let him bury himself in her behind a compost heap if it meant just feeling him again. The man at the pub wasn't even a loss - it had always been a risk picking up strange men, and more times than not, it resulted in disappointing bedroom experiences.
Even the satisfactory performances couldn't hold a candle to the things Sebastian could do to her.
"My flat, by the way. It's nearby." He said simply, feeling generous enough to answer her question since she'd soon be too hoarse to say or ask much of anything.
Something he knew from experience when she'd wound up needing to fetch lozenges from Blainey for a sore throat on several mortifying occasions while they were students.
He slowed his step just enough to look over his shoulder at her, and the way she instinctively bit her lip when they made eye contact nearly sent him into a frenzy right there in the middle of the alleyway.
The things he'd fantasized about doing to those lips again - it had only been a few months since he'd found pleasure in her, but Sebastian was a man starved, and he was about to indulge in his craving.
"Your flat? There was a perfectly good room for rent above the bar. Wouldn't be freezing my ass off outside in this dress if we'd just gotten the key, you know." She complained but kept stride with him nonetheless.
"Leave it to you to bitch about getting properly fucked when you're out in public looking like a cat in heat." He teased. "Yes, we're going to my flat. I want to take my time and remind you why no one else is worth your effort. Just come to me next time instead of allowing some unworthy prick the privilege to paw at you."
"Oh? And you're worthy to paw at me?" She shot back, glaring.
Without warning, he spun around to cup her chin, keeping her heated gaze fixed on his own as he maintained a firm hold on her arm. He offered her a wolfish grin.
"Your wit is far too sharp to feign ignorance, darling. It hasn't been all that long since I had you pressed against the castle walls, scraping your back against the stone while you clung to me begging for more. I've put in my time with you - I'm the only one who's worthy." He spoke smoothly, eyes flickering again to her lips and the way he could already practically taste the sweet honey mead lingering on them.
He could wait, though.
If they hurried.
A renewed sense of urgency overwhelmed Sebastian when he fully took her in. Flushed cheeks and mussed hair, the way her corset flattered her pert breasts and already petite frame. The absurd slit in the side of her dress, allowing the flesh of her thigh to peek through. The way her heavy perfume - a scent that could drive him wild on its own - clung to her and surrounded them in the best way.
He'd traced and mapped every bit of her perfect body with his hands and eyes and tongue for over a year, and he had never forgotten the way she felt and tasted. He knew well that she solely belonged to him. Not just due to his own greed to keep her in his bed like a lovely caged bird, but because he was also fully aware that no one else could make her sing the way he did.
She was the most infuriating thing about his life, but no one else could possibly measure up to being even remotely enough for her.
They hadn't earned the right to touch her the way he had. He hated and respected her in equal measure. His lust for her overwhelmed all of it, however, and he grew impatient again before pulling her along just as fast as before.
"I can't exactly run in these heels, you insensitive ass - "
She yelped when he suddenly hoisted her up over his shoulder, clamping down her her thighs to keep her in place while he carried her the rest of the way. It had startled her into shutting up and ceasing her complaints, and the way he was able to dig his fingertips into the plush of her soft legs while he toted her was enough phsyical contact to prevent him from simply taking her then and there in the alley like he was so sorely tempted to do.
He loved seeing her like this - and she enjoyed riling him right back up. The sex was always best when it was unclear whether she wanted to rip his throat out or ride him.
She relented in his grasp, sighing and dangling like dead weight over his shoulder while she allowed herself a brief moment to admire his boad back and the way she still fit so snugly in his arms. His hair tickled her neck, and she fought back a traitorous blush when it brought back memories of a far better time - ruffling the messy brown mess and laughing together while they studied.
It had all gone to shit soon enough, anyway, and now her only recent recollections involving Sebastian were of him thrusting into her after exchanging verbal blows. Still, she couldn't deny the attraction was infuriatingly still there, and just the feel of his warm hands teasing at the hem of her dress while he carried her was enough to have her already clenching her thighs together for a bit of friction.
Every threat she could possibly think to hurl at him for infantalizing her with this humiliating position fell dead on her lips when his fingers stopped teasing the fabric of her outfit and instead he jostled her roughly to slip under the skirt and grab at her bare flesh.
If anyone were to see them, she'd die of shame, but she couldn't even be bothered to look around while her mind went to utter static and all thoughts focused in on how she might get those fingers to travel upward.
She heard him chuckle softly, and he brought his other hand around to wrap around the backs of her knees, keeping her steady on him while his hand ventured up to tease the edge of her panties.
"You're like a fucking mind reader, I swear." She muttered, and it earned her a particularly daring swipe of his thumb across the center of the already soaked lace.
She gasped sharply and dug her fingers into his back, absolutely beside herself that she was in no position to demand more.
"Patience. You know I'll give you what you want in a moment. Just wanted to see if you were as ready as I am. Now stay like this until we're inside." He chided infuriatingly calm before shifting his hand back down her thighs so that he could fish his keys out of his pocket.
She knew better than to beg to be let down while he opened the door, and instead simply clung to him, mouth dry and skin hot, while she waited for him to make good on his promise as he always did.
Frustration with the ever-impossible Sebastian was momentarily forgotten when she found herself stirred from all thoughts of his fingers by the sensation of weightlessness as he effortlessly tossed her onto the bed. She wasn't even sure when they'd gotten into the room, and he mercilessly gave her no time at all to comfortably adjust or even look around before she tasted whiskey still lingering on his tongue when he hungrily shoved it into her mouth, eager to drink her in.
There was no pretense, no discussion, nothing. She preferred it this way - they both did - and the flurry of shedding clothes and little gasps of air were all the catching up they needed after the long months of deprivation.
Dress quickly forgotten and probably torn somewhere on his floor, she laid bare beneath him. Sebastian took only the briefest moment to shamelessly stare down at her, dark eyes raking over her perfect body in a way that mirrored her own admiration of his toned, freckled chest before he descended on her to claim her lips again.
Tangling his hands haphazardly in the curls of her hair, she could feel his desperation as his teeth and tongue trailed down along her jaw and down her neck, biting and sucking in a way that made her feel devoured.
Her own arms wrapped around his shoulders, heat pooling between her legs in anticipation for what was to come of the intimately familiar position of him on top of her like this, already having made himself at home with his knees nestled nicely in the middle of her own. She'd never tell him for fear of contending with the unbearable ego the admission would stroke, but she'd actually missed this closeness.
"Fuck, you taste incredible." He groaned against her throat, working a mark into the flesh there and drawing out a stream of delightful little sounds from her lips next to his ear as well.
Her fingertips dug into into his shoulders, spurring him on to do more already, but he still kept his hips unforgivably hovered above her own while his attentions remained firmly on sucking yet another bruise into the sensitive column of her neck.
"Not that I'm complaining, because it does feel quite nice, but could you please just fuck me already while you're gnawing on me like a mongrel?" She whispered harshly, but it came out more strangled than anything as she tried to restrain herself from moaning when his teeth sank into her again.
"What's the rush?" He asked lazily, and she could feel that god-awful smile against her while he then worked even slower. "I brought you to my home so I could take my time with you."
"That man I was picking up at the pub would have already had his way with me rather than wasting precious time leaving silly little love bites on the neck of a woman he doesn't even like." She retorted impatiently, pressing down on his back in an attempt to coax him into just lowering himself and railing her already.
"Yeah, okay, he would have - but he doesn't know how you like it though, does he? Or else you wouldnāt have come crawling back to me, begging me to fuck you so good you forget everything else like you always have." He said gruffly, clearly displeased at having to pause his work to converse. "Always so fucking demanding. If I make you come while I enjoy myself ruining your pretty skin, will you just stop whining already? That or I can shove my cock in your mouth to shut you up - which would you prefer?"
She weighed her options for a long moment, wishing he'd just shove his cock somwhere other than her mouth, but ultimately decided on taking what she could get at the moment. "Your fingers. Please?"
"Gods I fucking love it when you're selfish." He growled before wasting no time in untangling one of his hands from her hair to leave a searing trail with his fingers down her side as he grasped her thigh, hard and near-bruising.
He took another moment to do absolutely nothing but admire her in this state - eyes wide and lips slightly parted in anticipation, the way that pretty blush was visible from her cheeks and down her chest, her hair already a perfect mess as he splayed her out on the bed - where she belonged, he reminded himself.
In stark and torturous contrast to her sense of urgency, he continued at a painstakingly slow pace as he savored her. He licked her throat again before carrying on, feeling her pulse rush between his teeth while her hips squirmed desperately to seek out the fingers he'd promised her.
Not that he wasn't also in a hurry to fuck her into the mattress until they were both too spent to feel a thing, but this could be the last time for a while he'd have her where he wanted her, and Sebastian intended to carve every little whimper and moan he could rip from her into his memory for later use.
This night might need to last him a while.
So, he testingly shifted his hand up further between her inner thighs, brushing his index finger along her soaked entrance. He smirked when she gave him precisely the reaction he'd been hoping for.
Arching her back off the bed, she let out a lovely little whimper. She'd craved feeling him for so long that her body reacted on its own at the slightest touch, and any thoughts of men in bars and even her own long-suffering anger with the man currently teasing her flew right out the window. The only thing that mattered was her insatiable desire to have all of him.
"Can't you ever just be a good girl and wait?" He purred into her ear, knowing he himself was hard as a stone, and this composed act he was putting on to tease her was all simply a ruse. "I suppose I can't expect much else from you - always so needy."
The finger he'd been using to tease her slid up into her to the knuckle without warning, and she let out a sharp gasp. "F-fuck, yes finally -"
Her words crumbled on her lips with a loud moan when he pumped the finger just a few times before adding a second digit. She was already a tight, dripping mess just with his words and his hands, and he knew she needed no working up to prepare to take him.
Still, he'd promised to let her come first as a reward for letting him mark her up.
Sebastian could barely hold himself back from simply railing into her, his stiff cock painfully neglected and leaking precum as he pleasured her, but he had a purpose to remind her of precisely why she would seek him out from now on.
She was his to torment.
Disregarding his own discomfort for the time, he deftly adjusted his hand just how he knew she liked it. Curling his index and middle fingers inside of her at the sweetest angle with each jerk of his wrist, he placed the pad of his thumb over her clit to work firm little circles in time with every movement.
The rapid rise-and-fall of her chest, the string of profanity leaving her soft lips, and the way she clenched and rutted against his hand were all the signs he needed to know he'd make good on his promise to please her quite quickly.
Sebastian grimaced, wanting nothing more than to feel that constricting heat on his own member, but busied himself by mouthing down her collarbone to her breast, carefully swirling his tongue around her nipple and sucking at the sensitive flesh before working his way over to the other, leaving a trail with his tongue that left her shivering.
"Go on and come for me already, you greedy thing." He groaned against her, keeping his pace steady as he worked her to the edge.
With a shuddering cry of his name, he felt her nails dig into his back, raking down to leave what would surely be a line of red welts she'd insist on healing later. It didn't matter, though.
What mattered was the way those impossibly scorching walls seized around his fingers while his hand fucked her through the orgasm she'd been begging for, and he made sure to milk every last second of it for her, slowing his pace as he allowed her to mindlessly ride his hand, letting out a low groan of his own, clenching his jaw while his swollen cock twitched in anticipation.
"I'll give you the rest since you sounded so pretty for me just now." He praised softly, unable to contain the pleased smile that tugged his lips up at the sight of her sinfully blissful face, still lost in the haze of her climax. "Fuck, you look so good like this, darling."
She let out a miserable whine when he finally extracted his fingers from her, and she regarded him with pleading, desperate eyes at the sight of his slick-coated fingers, glistening with the remnants of his work in the dim light of the bedroom.
She bit her lip to suppress another whine when he took that same hand and pumped himself with it a few times, throwing his head back with a grunt and sliding his hand along his shaft to cover himself in what he'd taken from her.
He felt positively primal in the way he needed to claim her, and the self-satisfaction of bringing her to the edge so effortlessly was second-to-nothing.
He locked his gaze with her, like a cat eyeing its prey, and gave her a crooked smirk when he saw how she panted, heated and lustful, as she silently pleaded with him to just take what was his.
"You're so fucking easy for me to finish." He teased, still stroking himself over her. "Tell me, have the others taken you so well? Have any of them made you come like I can? I already know, but I want to hear you say it."
She shook herself slightly from her daze, glaring defiantly up at him and struggling to keep her traitorous attention from what his hands were doing wrapped tightly around himself. His movements slowed a bit when she refused to answer, and his grin only grew.
"Tell me. You've never been able to shut up when you're tearing into me, I think I deserve a little praise at least while I'm fucking you so nicely." He teased, but his own desperation was clearly growing.
Sebastian's pride at making her submit prevented him from entering her until she relinquished that last little bit of rebelliousness to him, and he'd hear her say what he wanted or they'd both suffer.
No matter the circumstances, she always caved quickly to him.
Tonight was no different.
"Fucking hell, Sebastian - you know you're only torturing us both. Stop stroking your ego and your cock and just put it in - "
Her complaints died on her lips when she allowed her gaze to travel over his form. Dark, messy hair falling into his eyes, that self-assured and lopsided smirk, his broad and strong shoulders, still scarred from the hell they'd endured back at Hogwarts. Everything about him was as familiar as it always had been, and despite the rift between them, Sebastian may as well have been an extension of her own being.
She didn't stand a chance.
Shaking away any thoughts that he may have been endearing, she settled on the very pressing reality that his teasing was very nearly driving her insane. The exasperated sound she let loose was both of want and irritation before she finally gave in.
"No. Not one of them has ever..." She sighed. She couldn't believe she was giving in to him. "...made me come the way you do, Sebastian. Happy?"
"No." He replied simply but generously lowered himself at long last and settled his hips between her legs. She could feel him already pressed against her, swiping his still-leaking tip against her core. He looked at her, reaching an uncharacteristically gentle hand to brush her hair off out of her face as he used the other to line himself up. "Haven't been happy in years, actually. But this'll be close enough."
With that, he mercilessly slid into her before she'd even had a moment to register his words or adjust to the sudden intrusion. She was so wet for him, so ready to take him.
She cried out at the way he stretched and filled her, the sensation something she'd craved in the worst way for months. Wrapping her legs around him, he leaned down to slot his lips against her, muffling her whimpers as he pulled out almost entirely only to thrust fully back in again.
Sebastian kept a steady pace, rocking his hips into her with a practiced angle that had her biting his lip and clawing at his back again like something feline. Every scrape of her nails against his flesh and each little mewling gasp had him driving into her with fervor, casting aside every bad memory in favor of ingraining her immaculate little noises into his head.
"Fuck, I missed this. I missed you." He groaned against her lips, pulling away just enough to let those overwhelming thoughts spill out. "I've needed you."
What did it matter if she knew when she was under him being fucked brainless? She'd likely either not remember his pathetic admission, or simply chalk it up to the thoughtless words of a man lost in ecstasy.
She felt like fucking heaven around him.
The way she'd craved him as well was rather obvious if her increasingly loud moans and the way her toes curled with each rut were any indication. He knew her so well - it was a simple feat for him to keep hitting that perfect spot each time he entered her to get her there again.
Making her climax had been as second-nature to Sebastian as reading or dueling - her body was as good as his own, and he was intent on reminding her of that fact by wasting no time bringing her oversensitive cunt to the brink immediately.
"Shit, yes, give me everything. Please, I need you!" She begged, head pressing back into the pillows while he felt how close she was again. "Don't stop - don't you dare -"
With a loud groan of his own, he hooked his arm around the small of her back and hoisted her up at an angle before he drove into her brutally, keeping a tight grip around her and making her wail out his name while another intense wave of pleasure coursed through her.
In no mood to go easy on her, Sebastian continued railing her through the orgasm, refusing to let up despite how she'd likely chew him out for overstimulating her later. He wanted to bring her there again and again and again before he'd allow himself the satisfaction of his own release.
"Feels so good when you come on my cock, love." He practically growled the words, panting hard and still fucking her senseless while she remained a limp heap of broken whimpers underneath him. "I want you to do it again."
Her arms and legs still pathetically clinging to him while her strength waned, she was ready to plead for mercy. When Sebastian got like this - feral and dominant - it was the most intense, wonderful torture.
Hyper-sensitive to every deep thrust he was giving her, she cracked open her eyes, straining to think or speak anything coherent as pleasure and lust and the unfathomably erotic image of him above her overwhelmed her being. Every touch was searing hot on her skin and inside her, and she felt lost and near-delirious with lust.
The way his muscled torso, slick with sweat from effort, tensed with every skilled movement. The sounds filling the room of their skin, hot and sticky, colliding in amazing pace and his own voice mingling with hers with he drove into her repeatedly, his own pleasure building.
Everything about Sebastian was perfection, and as much as she wanted him to slow down and give her a break, she knew he wouldn't because neither of them actually wanted him to.
"P-please - just give me a moment to - ah, fuck!"
It was the same song and dance every time - her pleas for mercy and recovery fell on deaf ears and instead of slowing the rhythm of his hips slamming into her, he instead pushed fully inside and ground hard and deep against her ass before fucking into her even harder.
Then, cruel and wonderful as he was as her lover, Sebastian had the gall to slip a hand between them, rubbing firm, tantalizing circles over her clit and forcing pleasure to coil tightly inside her yet again.
"F-fuck Sebastian!" She cried out, wanting to scream and come and sob because it felt entirely too good and she might very well go insane from what he was doing to her with his thick length and his hand working in glorious tandem.
"Just let go - come on." He coaxed, breathing heavy as he still refused to let up. "It's been so long. One more time. I need to feel you come, gorgeous. Be good for me. Let me satisfy you the way no one else can."
The desperate words spilling from his lips while he continued thrusting into her were more than enough to have her comply with his request, and everything inside of her snapped and broke with a scream of Sebastian's name when she gave herself over to climax a third time, her pulsing heat constricting almost painfully around his cock until she felt blissfully numb and her mind went blank, barely hearing his strained and filthy praises of her obedience.
Fucked-out and an utter wreck beneath him, Sebastian could restrain himself no longer. The sight of fucking her through another orgasm, neck and chest destroyed with his bites and bruises, all flushed and sweaty because of what he had done to her - what no one else could come close to - sent him into a state of urgency to claim her entirely.
She was his.
He extracted his hands from under her and between them and swiftly hooked his arms under her knees, throwing her legs up over his shoulders and bending down to kiss her lips, her body pliant and bending to accommodate him, barely able to keep up with his feverish kisses and movements while she remained in an exhausted haze, each rough movement sending another shockwave of ecstasy through her.
"Fuck, you're such a wreck for me." He muttered raggedly against her before his tongue found its way back into her mouth. "You're mine."
She felt weak as he took her - nothing left in her even wanted to deny it. Of course she was his, she had always been his. No one else had even come close to making her want to belong to them in all the months since she had last been intimate with Sebastian. Yet here he was, claiming her like he owned her.
Spent and ruined, her quivering attempts to still exhaustively match his pace while her arms feebly clung to him as she whimpered his name like a prayer had him pounding into her with renewed fervor.
What sent Sebastian over the edge at last was when she breathlessly conceded to him, "Yours."
He pulled away from her lips to allow a string of curses and her name to fall from his own while his brutal pace finally faltered, slow and unsteady. Spilling thick and hot as deep inside of her womb as he could reach, all he could think in that moment was that he never wanted to stop.
If they could just live in this bed...
He pumped into her, meticulously milking every last drop of himself so that he could give her everything until there was nothing left. Then, he remained over her a while longer, breathing hard and simply committing the sight and sound of her, filled with his come and so thoroughly claimed on his bed, to memory.
With a reluctant whine, he withdrew his softening member from her twitching core, both moaning as the warm fluid of their union spilled out of her, trickling down the backs of her thighs and adding to the soaked mattress beneath her once writhing body.
Gently, Sebastian removed her legs from his shoulders and laid them down on the bed before collapsing beside her, tired and satisfied and the closest thing to content he had been for the first time in months.
For a long while, they simply lay next to each other with his arm draped possessively over her midsection, pulling her back against his chest and stroking her skin soothingly while they recovered together.
Emerging from his own fatigued stupor first, Sebastian kissed gently along the side of her neck and shoulder, easing the bright array of passionate marks he'd marred her skin with while his fingers traveled, feather-light, up and down her side bringing goosebumps to her cooling body.
She couldn't help the satisfied hum that left her lips, but immediately tried to cover it up by saying, "Once I can feel my legs again, I'll get out of your hair. This was... nice."
His hand stopped trailing along her and instead gripped onto her hip firmly, a silent command to stay put. Inhaling deeply against her throat, taking in her scent before he took a risk, Sebastian replied.
"Just stay. Rest and sleep here. I'll make you coffee in the morning." He offered quietly.
She stilled in his hold, taking far too long for comfort to give him her answer, before she sighed and scooted back closer into him.
"I suppose I'm very comfortable, and it's late. I'll get much less sleep if I head home now."
"Are you trying to convince me or yourself with all those excuses?" He chuckled, nuzzling into her shoulder. Her willingness to stay rather than flee as she was so wont to do the moment he finished was a welcome surprise.
She scoffed, but didn't argue.
Deciding that his boldness was already rewarded once before, he pushed her further. "What were you up to scouring that bar for strangers, anyway? I thought you'd sooner toss your drink in my face than let me bed you again the way you vanished from me before tonight."
Perhaps it was her own exhaustion, or maybe the need to open up to someone again, or even just the familiarity of Sebastian himself and that this was what they'd always used each other for, but she decided to be truthful.
"I lost a patient today. My first day shadowing a Healer at St. Mungo's and an older gentleman had been admitted for a while. He passed. It was expected, they told me. He just looked so much like..." She trailed off, tucking back further against Sebastian's chest.
"Professor Fig?" He asked quietly, kissing the top of her head when she nodded.
She'd always been so susceptible to nightmares after her ordeal underneath Hogwarts. Most of their encounters had been in the dead of night when neither could find peaceful rest, and they'd cling to each other, desperate to feel something good for once. Clearly, her vices to cope had not changed, and the raw pain of losing her mentor sprung up fresh again after handling the death of the elderly patient.
Instead of ripping open the wound any further, she turned around in his hold to look at him, cheeks still flushed and a look of concern on her face. "Let me heal the marks I left on your back, at least. Let me fix something before we go to sleep. Please."
Her plea, hopeful and broken, tugged at his heart and had him wondering why he'd ever been angry with her in the first place instead of trying to shelter her from the crippling loneliness and guilt she carried like a weight around her neck - one that mirrored his own. He very nearly caved to her request before an idea came to him.
"I think I'll keep your little claw marks." He said smoothly, resisting the urge to laugh at the way her face contorted in agony over his refusal. "You're just going to run away again come morning - the least you can do is leave me with something to remember you by."
She looked ready to argue and perhaps even force her way, but he simply pressed a finger to her lips to silence any protest.
"There is one condition under which I will allow you to heal me if it will provide you peace of mind." He said slyly, leading her curiosity.
"That condition would be... ?" She probed, waiting impatiently so that she could fulfill whatever obnoxious requirement he had. "If you ask me to suck you off before you'll allow it, I'll leave you with a whole new collection of injuries - "
Cutting her off with a fit of barking laughter, he hugged her tightly to himself. As much as he missed her banter and blunt complaints, he was ready to lay it all on the line.
"While I wouldn't be opposed to that, the condition is that you allow me to take you out for dinner tomorrow evening. You and I are long overdue for a date, and I'd like to treat you the way you deserve." He told her, trying to mask his growing fear of rejection by speaking with a slight smile. "Allow me to take you out properly. Let's start just... fixing things between us. If you have any interest in being with me more than just for a night every now and then, that is. Otherwise, I want to keep the scratches."
Then, he waited. It was all up to the impossible-to-read woman in his arms. They'd spent so long hurling insults at one another - their dynamic was truthfully more fueled by lust and hate than anything. Perhaps she was content to keep the arrangement?
Wordlessly, she extracted herself from his arms and crawled out of bed.
His heart sank.
But then, she picked up her wand and climbed back in, looking uncommonly shy as she gazed up at him.
She spoke softly. "Well? Turn around so I can fix you up. I'm sleepy, though, so we can make our dinner plans in the morning over coffee. No pubs, though."
Pure elation bubbled up within him, and without thinking, he cupped her face with both hands and kissed her deeply, trying to convey every feeling he had yet to put words to. For the first time in years, he felt hope. Another emotion, hidden in the recesses of his heart for so long, stirred to life within him when she kissed him back.
"I love you." He said simply when they broke apart, heart hammering in his chest while he took in her wide-eyed shock.
Laid bare in every way before her, Sebastian had never allowed himself so much vulnerability. He wasn't expecting her to say it back, but he was expecting some sort of response other than -
"Just turn around."
Face falling as he did so, Sebastian turned his back to her, shivering at her immediate touch as her fingers caressed the small welts decorating his shoulders. He felt the familiar, soothing warmth of a healing spell, closing his eyes as it paired with the calming sensation of her voice muttering spells in his ears.
The sting of her nails was gone quickly, as was the comforting rush of magic when her incantation finally finished, and he was about to turn around when her arms snaked around his middle and her lips pressed against his back between his shoulder blades.
Kissing him a few times over the places she'd since healed, she rested her forehead against him, and he could feel fresh tears spilling down her face. She'd needed him to turn around for a reason, it seemed.
"I love you, too, Sebastian. I've missed you for a very long time." She admitted softly, and his heart shattered and healed simultaneously at her confession.
She felt the same.
She wasn't lost to him.
He wasn't lost.
Sebastian lifted his own shaking hands up to hold hers against his chest, hoping she could feel the way his heart still raced for her the way he could feel her own against his back.
"Then, there's an obvious solution, don't you think?" He said carefully, like if he spoke too loudly, he might break something in the silence around them. "I don't want to miss you anymore, either."
"Then... let's just stay together this time. So that neither of us needs to be alone anymore." She answered, and he felt her smile against him, tightening her hold around him.
"I intend to keep you around this time." He chuckled as her sniffle turned into a sleepy yawn behind him. "Perhaps we should discuss more sentimental things in the morning, however. I fear you'll fall asleep while I'm bearing my soul to you, otherwise."
She laughed in return, a tired and delightful noise Sebastian hadn't had the pleasure of hearing for a very long time. "You might be right. Let's iron out the details of this relationship in the morning."
She leaned up and pressed a kiss behind his ear.
"Though I do worry that we are going to tire ourselves out again before we've even had that coffee."
also i see thereās a conversation about the fandom ādyingā and itās likeā¦ one, iām not going anywhere i promise you that, i will continue to be writing here for a long long time
also two, sometimes a small fandom is nice!! big fandoms are intimidating and dramatic and often mean; i like it here weāve got a good group š„¹
Do I love Ominis? Yes. Do I love Garreth? Yes. Has it lead to me imagining theyāre the best of friends even though they interact MAYBE one time? Yes.
Donāt care that itās the wrong time of year to be thinking about this!
Donāt think about this happening during fifth year after Garreth noticed tension between Sebastian and Ominis.
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Ominis - (sat reading in the library on Christmas Eve)
Garreth - (bursting in, parcel under his arm, earning a shush from Scribner) There you are
Ominis - Hello Garreth. Merry Christmas
Garreth - Merry Christmas to you. This is for you. (slams the parcel down and gives it a slap)
Ominis - No. Thank You, Garreth but I canāt accept this.
Garreth - Actually itās from my mother. And you do not turn down Momma Weasley. Just open it!
Ominis - (sighs and tears into the large-ish parcel to reveal a dark green knitted jumper with āOā in the middle)
Garreth - Read the tag, read the tag (practically bouncing)
Ominis - āDear Ominis, this Gaunt is always welcome with the Weasleysāā¦ I-
Garreth - She bought green wool specifically for the occasion.
Ominis - Garreth, Thank you. You donāt know how much this means to me.
Garreth - I didnāt do anything (winks) You can thank Mom yourself. Last chance to join us. I promise once youāve experienced a Weasley Christmas youāll never be the same.
Ominis - (Chuckles) Thank You butā¦I should stay here.
Garreth - (bear hugs Ominis) Merry Christmas, Pal
Ominis - (hugs him back) Merry Christmas, Weaselby
HOGWARTS LEGACY CHARACTERS AND MY FIRST IMPRESSIONS OF THEM:
Fig: This dude has got to be evil. That is some straight up villain hair. People who are not villains donāt have that hair.
Prof. Weasley: Mcgonagal vibes. I love her.
Black: That is a shockingly attractive headmaster
Sebastian: If this game has love interests, this is one of them. Look at that hair. Seems kind of cocky and rubs me the wrong way though.
Ominis: Holy hell this is the most beautiful boy Iāve ever seen
Poppy: Aw, sheās cute. Lil cinnamon roll
Natty: Please be my badass best friend
Garreth: Jesus Christ these characters are too damn attractive
Leander: kind of an ass, but a cute one. Also thereās no way heās NOT related to Garreth, that is some straight up Weasley hair
Sharp: Iām dead Iām deceased holy shit I wanna marry this man the people in this game are TOO DAMN ATTRACTIVE. Wait, why am I extremely attracted to surly potions professors twice my age? That seems like something I should address in therapy
Garlick: please be my best friend
Hecat: this is the most badass woman
Ronen: Absolutely adore him. Professor cinnamon roll
Amit: Am I just going to be attracted to every guy in this game?
Everett: Jesus fucking Christ donāt open your mouth again you rude ass squeaky door hinge my ears are BLEEDING
(Whoops forgot Imelda): bitch calm DOWN I just met you, why are you beefing with me already? I donāt give a shit about beating your flying time, I just wanna pet the cats and steal all the nifflers
Fig: is that the voice from that one wallace and gromit audio? the frickin' "wake up gromit! we've got to hide the body!" thing?
Prof Weasley: my mother. i love u
Black: step on a nail, i beg of u
Sebastian: (pre game, bc i was somehow on HL tiktok before i played) oh god it's another character that is exactly my type (in game) his voice is...so nice. read me that dark arts book zaddy
Ominis: (pre game) he's a GAUNT!? (in game) HOLY SHIT IT'S MY BABY BOY
Poppy: pure bean, if anyone harms her i will have their head on a spike
Natty: ur so cool but pls stop beating me at summoners court it's my first day
Garreth: fred weasley 2.0, why do i always fall for the mischief makers
Leander: (pre game) why does everyone hate him? he's kinda cute (in game) i suddenly understand everything
Sharp: š¶you are my da-ad! you're my dad! boogie woogie woogieš¶
Garlick: *gay panic*
Hecat: i like u bc u bullied leander
Ronen: pure grandfather energy i wanna have tea with u and gossip about the students u hate
Amit: i'm so sorry ominis but this guy? he's baby. he's the new baby
Everett: why are u the way that u are
Imelda: i want to squash u like a bug, but also wanna grab lunch after?
Professor Weasley: YAY a Weasley!!! Oh my goodness AND sheās giving McGonagall vibes?! Sheās so mother I love it
Black: you! Yeah you, you remind me of Barty crouch jr. And not the Fanon kindā¦or maybe worm tail I canāt decideā¦
Sebastian: HOLY MOTHER OF GOD?!!!Iām in love itās a simple as thatā¦heās going to hurt me isnāt he? Who cares kiss me please, there better be a romance option in this game
Ominis: I can tell you donāt like me that much rn but I promise you i will be one of ur bestest friends itās inevitable sorry not sorry
Poppy: I will protect you with my life
Natty: oooo a fellow gryffindorā¦oh youāre actually super cool yay Iām very excited now
Garreth: I KNEW IT HES A WEASLEY!!! And heās gorgeous tooo wtfā¦Heās definitely an ancestor to Fred and George omg itās uncanny
Leander: he seems niceā¦.oh nvm heās a pick me boy
Sharp: Ah yes another attractive father figure characterā¦the internet is about to go wild
Garlick: I LOVE HER sheās so sweet and Iām probably only going to disappoint her lol
Hecat: hehehe sheās definitely a tenured professor
Ronen: aw what a goof!!! Love himā¦why is no one laughing at his jokesā¦LAUGH PEOPLE
Amit: ur sweet but I hate to say that you are annoying the fuck out of me rn
Everett: you remind me of a lot of my friends irl lol
Imelda: slay, show off girl boss love to see itā¦ooo we talking about Everett now, itās giving secret crush
im convinced that Solomon Sallow was bitterly jealous of his brother his whole life. his brother, who had a beautiful family and a passion he loved. his brother, who he never quite saw eye to eye with, who went and got himself killed for nothing, so Solomon has no choice but to take in his twins.
And Sebastian? Sebastian is the spitting image of his father. Stubborn, yes, but insatiably curious and headstrong.
Solomon can't stand it. His resentment towards his brothers life - and death - all falls on Sebastian, scapegoated and alone, struggling to accept his parents death and the inevitable death of his twin.
Solomon Sallow is an abuser and he doesnt care who sees it.
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