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slytherinsomniari · 1 year

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A Twisted Kind of Love| Part One| Possessive! Sebastian Sallow x F! Reader x Victor Rookwood

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x F! Reader x Victor Rookwood

Summary: You are trying to live a normal life to the best of your ability after you graduated from Hogwarts 2 years ago but a figure from your past is preventing you from doing so. After being in Azkaban for 5 years, Sebastian is back and he is taking what he wants–you.

Word Count: 3211

Themes: Consent issues, Dubious consent, Aged up characters, Smut, Punishment, Imperius Curse, Cock dumb, Mindfuck, Sexual Slavery, Sexual Tension

A/N: Holy shit guys, I did not expect to ever make something like this but here I am. This is my first dark fic so I am not sure how it will go down but I was so inspired by @ragepuffdraws art of Sebastian escaping Azkaban and using Imperio on Ominis that I just had to write something. This is a 2 part series (also my first time doing one) so buckle up.

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The evening breeze felt nice against your face, blowing your hair to the left slightly and ruffling your nightgown as you basked in its embrace. It was peaceful here, something you greatly needed. You had moved to a small wizarding hamlet far from Hogwarts after graduation as it still pained you to look at the castle. Everything had changed when Sebastian had killed Solomon. You had been a child at the time, only 15 and you were frightened and didn’t know what to do. Your best friend–the guy you secretly loved–killed someone. He had meant to defend himself, but of all the spells he had chosen Avada Kedavra–the Killing Curse. Hearing how you reacted, how you bawled your eyes out hysterically at the result of Sebastian’s actions, Ominis felt that the only way to make him pay was to send him to Azkaban.

And so he did. He had sent his best friend from childhood to a horrific prison while he was left to pick up the pieces with you. The two of you were devastated, but you leaned on each other and tried to claw your way through the rest of your time at Hogwarts. The two of you graduated feeling not entirely better, but better enough to attempt to move on with your lives–no matter how broken you guys still were on the inside. You moved to a hamlet and made money by exploring and selling the things you hunted and found or made while Ominis moved out of his parents’ house and into a place near Hogwarts, training to become the next Defence Against the Dark Arts professor. It wasn’t what you had in mind before, but this way of life allowed you to take your mind off everything while simultaneously trying to heal.

Peeling yourself from the window, you close it and turn around, making your way to your lights to turn them off and get ready for bed. Just as you are about to do this, you hear a knock on your door. Frowning, you walk towards the door, not expecting anyone at this time but heading to answer nonetheless. You open the door and a man steps in quickly, shutting and locking the door behind him. On your guard, you look for something to defend yourself with when you suddenly realize who it is. Standing in front of you was, of all people, Sebastian.

He was still in his prison uniform but it had taken some damage as there were tears on his right sleeve where dried blood formed. There was also dried blood on his hands and face, as if he had fought for his life to break out. He had a dangerous look in his eyes. Something had changed greatly in him. It was to be expected as he had been in Azkaban for the past 5 years but he seemed like a completely different person. He was no longer the lanky boy you had gone to school with. The man who stood in front of you was a more muscular, more mature version of the boy you knew. He had grown taller and you could see the muscles nearly tearing through his shirt. His chest peeked out a bit, letting you briefly glimpse his chiseled body underneath.

“Sebastian! What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in Azkaban!” You exclaim, terrified of the implications of him being here. If he’s here, what did he do to escape? What was he doing here in front of you? How he escaped was the real question, one whose answer you weren’t sure you wanted to know.

“I know, love. I couldn’t stop thinking of you when I was trapped in that horrid place. The dementors ate away at almost all of my happy thoughts, but I didn’t let them get any of the ones with you. Oh, Y/N, I missed you so much! You wouldn’t leave my mind while I was there, you were the only thing keeping me sane. Your face hasn’t left my thoughts–nor has your body. We were meant to be together, and I intend to do just that.” The pain and sorrow in his eyes turn to hunger as he looks at you, approaching you slowly and making you flinch, backing away from him.

“Sebastian, I love you but this can’t happen. It broke me when you were sent to Azkaban, truly. But you are not yourself right now. We can discuss this when you have calmed down.”

Your comments are ignored as he continues, “Every thought I had was of what I was going to do to you once I found you. I want to feel your lips on mine, your breasts in my hands and my dick inside you. I want to hear you scream my name as I fuck you until you beg for me to stop.”

Your back hits a wall as he finishes his last sentence, leaving you nowhere to run. Your face heats up just as you start to tremble out of fear and desire. Speechless, you can do nothing as he continues towards you. He finally reaches you and caresses your cheek with one hand slowly and gently, as if he was his normal self. But you knew better. You saw the danger that emanated from his body. His other hand is placed on the wall, keeping you in his trap. His thumb moves across your bottom lip, opening your mouth as he presses his lips to yours without warning, letting his hand move to the other side of you on the wall. He completely dominates you and you struggle to move against him. He intensifies the kiss, trying to deprive you of air and make you dizzy and weak for him. You try to move but he has you fixed to the wall. Seeing you become desperate for air and your eyes start to blur, he pins you to the wall with his knee, rubbing it right up against your pulsing area. You let out a strangled moan against his lips and feel something wet beginning to form down there.

Realization hits you just as it hits him. You finally pull away from his lips in shock, gasping for air as your mind reels. A smirk forms on his lips and he knees you back and forth, teasing your aching pussy. Somehow, he knows where exactly to place his knee as he continues to rub up against the right spot.

“I knew you were ready for me. You have always been waiting for me, waiting for me to defile you, haven’t you?”

A lewd moan comes out of you as your head falls back, compelling you to grab onto him and grind against his knee in desperation. The pressure mounting inside you becomes too much to bear and with the combination of that and your repressed longing for him, you release with a suppressed whimper. A moist fluid leaks from your legs and dribbles onto the ground, thoroughly pleasing him.

“I-I can’t bear it any longer. Fuck me Sebastian, please.” Tears form in your eyes as you struggle with the two different sides of you. One side tells you to run but the other side is telling you to stay. If you run you might make it out in one piece, but if you stay, he will do Merlin knows what to you. A tiny part of you wanted to know, and that frightened you.

“Don’t worry, I will fuck you so hard the only person you will think of is me. I will be the only one in your thoughts–the only one you come crawling back to for more.”

Taking his knee off of you, Sebastian lifts up the bottom of your nightgown and looks over at your wet, cum-stained legs. You were ready for him. He put his plan into motion, violently tearing your gown apart, leaving it in discarded shreds on the floor. Your naked form shakes and your nipples harden, giving him even more reason to take you. He lifts you into his arms bridal style and carries you to your bedroom, sprawling your body out on the bed. He has no need to, but he closes your bedroom door and locks it, creating an even smaller prison for you–one that you cannot escape from. He glances in a mirror and sees his appearance, noticing the blood stains all over his clothes and face. With a quick motion of his wand, the stains disappear, leaving a clean face and body in its wake.

Putting his wand aside, he removes his shirt, showing his new body in all its glory. His muscles pulse in anticipation and you drink the view in. Next, he removes his pants and you can’t help but gasp as you observe just how big he is. He notices and gazes back at you with predatory eyes, marking you out as his prey. Deliberately moving in a slow manner, he grabs his wand and eventually makes his way to you and gets on the bed, placing the wand on the bedside table and moving himself to be on top of you. In a moment of clarity, you try to cry out, try to stop him, but you find that you are unable to. His body is rock solid, almost as if it is made of goblin metal. He looms over you undaunted and pries your legs open, revealing your needy, wet cunt. He positions himself at your entrance, waiting for the right moment to strike. Your breathing gets heavier as you realize what he is about to do and you inhale as you feel his member almost inside you. You fight your instinct to pull him to you, to lower yourself onto him and feel his giant cock inside you as your walls cling onto him for dear life while he fucks you into oblivion. You fight against your longing for him to take his hand and place it at your clit and watch as he pumps it in and out while simultaneously pleasing you in other ways. It was getting to be too much. Just one more push and you would be done for.

“I have been waiting so long for this” Sebastian says darkly, and with that, he plunges into you. You let out a pained whimper, trapped between the lust and joy of being one with him and with the sad fact that you did not want him like this. You wanted him when he was happy–when he was as carefree as he was as a student and the only thing that worried him was trying to find a safe way to cure Anne. You wanted him as a kind and caring boy who would have done all that you wanted and more. That boy was gone, however, and he was never coming back. He was replaced with a stranger–a strange dominant man who took what he wanted, consequences be damned. This new man’s touch felt so good though. So intoxicating. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if you let him have you…Despite warning yourself, your body was responding to his touch as if it had a mind of its own. Your body grinded with him instinctively and wouldn’t stop until he finished what he came for.

“...Stop…” He could barely hear your low voice over his grunts as he thrusts ferociously into you. Your face scrunches up in agony. It was getting harder and harder for you to endure his treatment of you, making your defenses slowly crumble down. How could you resist something that felt so good? That felt so right? You couldn’t bite back a moan in time and it escapes, ringing out for both of you to hear. Laughing, he nuzzles your neck and kisses it, biting down on it after a moment. He sucks on it, running his tongue on it before removing his mouth. Keeping his hands occupied, he grabs your breasts and fondles them, pawing them and holding them tight. They were so round, so soft and pleasant in his hands. He rubs circles on your nipples, stimulating you and drawing out a pathetic mewl from you.

He thought it was so adorable. He found the sight of you squirming beneath him all too tantalizing and hard to withstand. He knew you couldn’t hold out for long against him, he could see it in your eyes. He had made the final touches for his plan and watched as you buckled under his purposeful, arousing touch.

It pained you to resist him, so instead your body made the decision for you. With your back arched and head thrown back, you came with a hideously loud moan. Your fluid leaked out, spreading from your legs onto the bed. It embarrassed you to be caught in his trap like this but the pleasure was too much–too much that it utterly took over your senses. You began to believe it–began to believe that you had been destined to be his since before you had even met. You couldn’t believe how you had acted before. Your body belonged to him and he was only taking what was owed to him. You should have tried pleasing him in any way possible to make it right. You should have let him punish you severely, let him have his way with you for days on end without rest until he was satisfied. Try as you might to do otherwise, you end up submitting yourself to him.

“Don’t stop” You slurred, losing control of yourself. Sensitive from your release, your body tingled and overrode your mind. You wanted him. You wanted him so bad it didn’t matter where he had been or what he had done. The only thing that mattered was that you wanted him to use you and fill you until there was nothing of you left.

The chains were already in place. Twisting your desire, he made you bend to his will. You became his obedient slave and gave in to your passion, forgetting the rest of the world around you. Your face lost its previous contorted look and took on one of ultimate bliss. You started moaning a lot more openly now, showing him that you were taking just as much pleasure in it as he was. Showing him that he had won. Sebastian grinned, pleased with your submission and gave you a kiss–a kiss that you eagerly accepted.

“That’s my girl. You were made for me Y/N. Don’t you feel how perfectly you wrap around my cock?”

Mumbling, you reply, “Mhm. You feel so good inside me, Sebastian.”

You wrapped your arms around his back, hugging him close to you, making sure he wouldn’t leave you as you willingly gave yourself to him.

He put his mouth to your ear, saying in a titillating tone, “It’s going to feel a whole lot better from here on out, love. Be a good girl and take it.”

Sebastian renewed his plunder of you gradually increasing the power of his assault, but this time you whole-heartedly enjoyed it. Each thrust sent shivers through your body and as they did, you did your best to please him. You kissed his chest, worshiping his muscular body while it pounded into you. Moving on from his chest, you went to his neck and kissed it, letting your tongue run on it before placing your mouth close to his ear so he could hear you moan. He so adored listening to you moan while he made you his. It was the sound he had been dreaming of ever since he went to Azkaban–and now he was hearing it and was the direct cause of it.

Body rolling into his, you felt your orgasm build up and you rode the high as he stimulated you with each move. You clawed at his back and held him tight, screaming his name as you came. His thrusts were inhumane at that point, as if he was trying to break you completely. The pain and pleasure mixed into one as you let your cum run onto Sebastian’s dick and down your legs. Your arms fell back onto the bed and your head hit the pillow as you steadily lost strength. To teach you a lesson, he didn’t allow himself to cum until a while later, not until he had made you orgasm once more. By then, you were just a mix of moans and whimpers as you lost all thought and movement in your body. It shook almost violently while he took you. You were so coated in your own fluid that every time he moved in you it made a wet, slimy sound.

Finally reaching his peak, he came in you as your body pathetically tried to grind with him, spraying his enormous load inside you. You moaned, feeling the heavy gift he left inside you, and thanked him silently. With your cunt wrecked like nothing else, he thrusted into you for his last rounds, not wanting to leave you and wanting to make sure his seed was so far in you that you wouldn’t be able to get it out. He kissed you, still dominant but with more of a loving touch to his lips. You weakly returned it and smiled. He grinded his body into yours leisurely, enticing your body to wake up and grind back into his as you tremble. A few tortured sounds came out of you as your body ached and yet wanted more. Pleased with himself, he removes himself from you, watching his penis come out of you completely covered in a mixture of your guys’ cum. Moving to a sitting position next to you, he began to think.

He kept replaying the beautiful moments you two had shared. He had you. He had his way with you and it felt wonderful. You felt wonderful. Nothing was going to be the same now. Now that he was out of Azkaban, he was free. And he wasn’t going to let go of you now–not when he just found you and made you his.

“I love you, Sebastian” A frail voice said, not recognizing that it was your own.

“I love you too, Y/N. I always have.”

You laid there in a trembling, crumpled heap of used up desire. Your mind no longer registered the events leading up to the moment, only focusing on the pleasure you received from Sebastian. He made you feel so good, made you feel so many things you never felt before. You loved him. You needed him. You wanted him to ravage you again, to fuck you non-stop in so many different ways but your body gave out and you felt the pull of slumber. Just as you did with Sebastian, you gave in, permitting yourself to sink into the depths of the abyss.

Head turning towards you, Sebastian looks at you while you sleep peacefully and declares, “You will never leave me, dear. I will make sure of that.” With those words, he grabs his wand and points it at you, saying the one word you wouldn’t have wanted to hear–what you would have ran from had you been conscious and in control of your mind.

“Imperio.”

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slytherinsomniari · 10 months

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A Twisted Kind of Love| Part Two + Epilogue|Possessive! Sebastian Sallow x F! Reader x Victor Rookwood

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x F! Reader x Victor Rookwood

Summary: Months after Sebastian used the Imperius Curse on you, you find you situation has changed drastically. Under his control, you now serve to please him every waking moment. In this horrific situation, only time will tell if you succumb to his will and devote yourself to him for the rest of your life, or if you will take a chance with the most unlikely of people.

Word Count: 5233

Themes: Smut, Rape, Consensual sex, Masturbation, Teasing, Aged up characters, Imperius curse, Mindfuck, Sexual Slavery, Comfort, Happy Ending

A/N: It’s been a long time coming and I am so sorry for the wait. I was caught up with character ai and lost the inspiration to write, leaving this halfway done until I was able to come back to it and finish it. Sorry if it is not up to par. This one is real long but I didn’t want to cut anything out. I wanted to illustrate more of the abuse that Sebastian did to the reader while also showing the kindness of Rookwood and his encounter with her. It is my first dark fic, so I really hope I am able to portray this subject properly and with respect.

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It had been three months since Sebastian had mind-fucked you in your cottage that night, though you didn’t know. No, you were so far gone and under his Imperius Curse that the only thoughts in your head were Sebastian and how you wanted him every single second of the day and night. You are traveling on the road now in a horse-drawn open top wagon with Sebastian and none other than Victor Rookwood. He used to be your enemy but Sebastian viewed him as a useful tool to gather allies and help him create a way of life that would allow him to take you away and live with you. Currently, you’re sitting on Sebastian’s lap, black dress hiked and legs spread as you grind into him. The fresh air hits your exposed body, doing nothing to cool the heat in you. It is an unquenchable heat and only one thing would help. Though you wear a dress, you don’t wear underwear anymore, not when you are with him. He wanted to be able to take you at any moment and you were all too ready to please him. He is aroused, his member poking out of the fabric of his pants. That was what tipped you off in the first place. Once you saw that, you had gotten on top of him and started grinding, silently begging him to have his way with you even though you were on the road and had an audience. By this point it didn’t even matter where you were or if there were others around. The curse made you so willing to be with him that you no longer cared about things like decency. In fact, in the months he had you, he had taken you while you were in company, just grabbing you and fucking you right there as if you were an object–and in one sense you were. You have been so reduced as a person to now just being a tool to be used for his desires.

You had positioned yourself so that he would be practically inside you, the cloth getting in the way while simultaneously making you wetter. You continued grinding into him, your true desire so tantalizingly close yet so far away. He wasn’t initiating contact so you moved, sensually moving your hips to try to entice him to finish what you started.

He laughs, “Such a needy little pet, aren’t you?”

Despite saying this, he makes no move to comply with your desires. He sits still, watching as you beg him to fuck you. Frustration mounts within you, not liking how he wasn’t giving himself to you. Not being satisfied by him, you take matters into your own hands. You stop moving and lower your fingers to your pussy, pleasing yourself on him. A single touch from your fingers sends shivers up your spine and you let out a whimper as you circle your clit. Biting your lip, you lock eyes with Sebastian as he watches you vent your frustration on yourself. He places his hands tightly on your legs and ass, stabilizing you and allowing you to play with yourself fully. The feeling of his smooth fingers clenching your skin like that drove you insane with desire, wishing even more that he would take you. You insert two fingers and begin to thrust them inside yourself, moaning loud and not caring who heard. Taking direction from what he had done to you before, you use the techniques he taught you and move your fingers around and over your clit, switching between touching and plunging. Your breath quickens and your moans grow louder as you continue the show. Soon it becomes too much for you and you cum all over yourself. Warmth pools on your cunt and slightly dribbles down your legs, leaving some on his trousers.

“Good girl.” Sebastian praises you, rubbing your head with his hand. He is clearly pleased with your actions and despite your disappointment in him not following through, you smile at him, basking in his praise.

“Remind me, who do you belong to, my pet?”

“I belong to you, Sebastian. I am yours to play with, as long as I live. All of me is open to you. Above all, I want to please you. You can fuck me as long as you want, anywhere and everywhere and I will give you as many children as it pleases you.”

Satisfied, he smirks. He was taking great pleasure in how you turned out. One moment–one night–with him made you his personal sex slave. He could get you to do anything for him and could just sit or lie there as you pleased him or even yourself for his entertainment.

He originally did love you purely and wanted to be with you, but being sent to Azkaban changed him. He felt betrayed by his closest friend and believed that you were innocent in all of it. If it hadn’t been for Ominis, the two of you would have been together a lot sooner, and that thought plagued him. One day in his cell he snapped, letting dark thoughts enter his head. If Ominis and the rest of the world were going to keep you away from him, he would have to take you by force. Hopefully in time, you would forgive him. Of course you would. It was obvious that you wanted to be with him–that you belonged to him. He would just have to convince you first. He had smirked, thinking of all the ways he could make you kneel.

And kneel you did. You belong to him now, though even he knew it wasn’t permanent yet. He would have to keep this up for a while until it was all you knew. Eventually you stop at an isolated glen as he sets up a tent. It appears that this would be where you would live for a while until he made enough money to buy a house for the two of you. So your life began there, Sebastian stealing and doing other nefarious things to earn an income alongside the other dark wizards. Though he would always make sure he had enough time to thoroughly ravage you multiple times a day to make sure you knew your place and to satisfy his infinite desires.

One day two months later, the Imperius Curse suddenly wears off, giving you your sanity again. You recoil as the memories of everything he did to you came flooding in. Everything that you remembered was absolutely appalling. You find yourself in a room in a tent that resembles the ones that the dark wizards used when you were a student. It has, amongst shelves and other furniture, a desk and a bed. It appears that this was the room you were being kept in–or at least, the room you had come to in. Apparently you must have been making some noise in your shock as someone enters the room and you don’t even have to wonder who it is as you know immediately. It is your former friend and your current tormenter–Sebastian Sallow. He looks almost the same as he did the night he came to you, with a muscular body and short brunette hair, but he was not in his prison uniform. He is wearing black trousers and a black button up along with a black vest with gray stripes. He looks healthier and more relaxed, as if he was living a normal life and hadn’t just escaped from Azkaban. As if he wasn’t assaulting someone he supposedly cared about daily.

Your instincts kick in and you run at him, aiming your hand for a slap but he effortlessly grabs your wrist and stops you. His grip on you is tight despite his relaxed appearance and doesn’t budge when you try to give him the slip. You grunt in pain as he forces you further into the room stopping right in front of his desk. He releases you and you quickly retract your wrist and rub it, a feral look in your eyes.

“Let. Me. Go.”

“No.”

You glare at him.

“Why would I let you go when we’ve been having so much fun together? Besides, it’s not like you can leave anyway, given your condition. I’ve been keeping track, you know. You haven’t bled ever since I took you. I’ve been filling you for this very purpose. Of course, I loved seeing you full of my seed but I had other reasons why it had to be that way. We can start a family together, Y/N. No one will come after us. It will be just you and me and all of the children you will have. Because, love, I don’t plan on stopping our little fun time anytime soon.” He places his hand on your stomach and you realize that there is a noticeable bump. “We’ll be one big happy family and you will bear me many children.”

Once more, you are hit deeply with the revelation. You are absolutely horrified. Pregnant? That can’t be. This is all going way too fast. You couldn’t even think straight. Regardless of your thoughts, the noticeable bump proved that you were indeed pregnant with his child.

He cups your face tenderly, as if he hadn’t done such horrible things to you. “What are you thinking?”

You tear your face from his hand in anger and confusion, shoving his hand away. “I don’t know! This is sick! How could I be pregnant?! I don’t even remember being gone that long, thanks to you. I hate you for what you have done to me. But you want to know the real fucked up part? There’s a part of me that still loves you. I have always loved you! I want to run away but I want you. I’ve wanted you to fuck me for so long like you have been all this time–” You are cut off as he flips you around and pushes you onto the desk on your stomach as he undoes his trousers. One arm holds you to the desk while the other finishes unbuckling his belt and pulls on his pants, letting them fall to the floor.

“Your wish is my command, sweetheart.”

Realizing what you just said, you quickly try to take it back. “Sebastian, please! You need to–”

You are given no time to finish your sentence as he pulls up the bottom of the dress up above your hips and thrusts himself into you. You let out a shocked gasp and grip the desk tight, nails digging deep into its surface. His hands move to cover yours and intertwine with them as he leans over you and takes you. A chilling sensation flows through your body as he does this. It’s a very intimate yet dominating move–using a comforting move usually used between two consenting lovers while also demonstrating that he was in control. His body presses up against yours in an oppressive yet horrifyingly arousing manner. You knew he was raping you– that he had been raping you all this time–but he made it feel so fucking good. You had wanted him for so long and now you have him, but you have him in the worst way possible. Your mind was so confused, flipping from disgust and horror to desire within moments of each other.

“Why…why do you make me feel so good?” you bitterly ask yourself, feeling him thrust into you. He isn’t going as fast as he usually does but he isn’t slow either. As he goes on, you realize that he fits perfectly in you. It appears that your body has completely gotten used to him and has molded itself to wrap around him just right. That thought gives you mixed feelings and you would rather not think too deeply about them.

He keeps going, moving into you at a steady pace, smiling behind you as he continues. You had said you wanted it–said you wanted him. It wouldn’t be that long until he wouldn’t even need to put you under the Imperius curse to make you be with him. The longer it goes on, the more your body starts to enjoy it. This situation was not good, but you are quickly finding that you can’t stop your growing need.

“Oh fuck, Sebastian. I want…I want…”

He planted his mouth on your neck, biting down hard and sucking while he thrusts. A desperate moan came out of you. “What is it that you want?”

Your entire being was fighting what you were going to say, but failed. You quickly get out, “I want you to keep ravaging me and fill me with all you have.” You regret it the moment it comes out of your mouth but you can’t stop yourself. He had kept you in a constant state of arousal for months on end, pleasing himself inside you as he used your body as an object. Your body had taken control from your mind and all it wanted was him. You just regained your sanity and just as quickly had your will taken away from you. It wasn’t as easy as you thought to return to your proper state of mind. Your body had been trained to love him–trained to submit to a single touch. You would have to fight a lot harder to break his hold on you.

Taking you to the bed, he removes your dress along with the rest of his clothes and pounces onto you. He begins his assault on you once more, making you feel so wonderful with each powerful ram into you. Your body moves on its own, wrapping itself around him and gratefully grinding into him, submitting itself once more to his dominance. You lay there, tears streaming down your face, as you moan ferociously loud while he takes you. It hurt. You were scared. Why did he feel so good inside you? You knew it was so wrong, so fucked, but you couldn’t get rid of the part that loved it when you were his. He took you for hours. From afternoon until the sun came up the next day he fucked you and used you. He took no breaks, forcing you to take what he gave–what he gave because of your foolish request. In your confused state you gave him permission to continue treating you this way, and this is something you would regret deeply. But in the moment you only felt the sweet pleasure and satisfaction that he gave. He made sure that you orgasmed multiple times and ensured that he came in you every time. Being pregnant has no bearing on this; rather, he did it because he enjoyed it and wanted to claim you.

He wanted you to know there was no way out–that you couldn’t get rid of your desire for him even when you had your mind back. Pretty soon, you would snap out of your delusion and would realize that you could be happy with him. You would have a good life with him and he would never let anyone harm you or take you away.

The day shifts and becomes the next day. Life is much the same as it was before, with more of the same treatment. He’s been keeping you in that same room for hours, constantly teasing your clit and stopping before you would orgasm. He wanted to drive you insane–wanted to make you bend to his will once more–without Imperio.

“You know I love you Y/N and I know you love me too. I can see it. Why ruin your own happiness and run away? I can give you everything you want here.”

“This is all wrong Sebastian. You are sick and demented. I want this all to stop.” You say as you fight through the pleasant sensation resonating through your body.

“That’s not what you were saying last time.”

Flushing, you angrily retort, “I wasn’t in my right mind and you know it. Don’t torture me anymore, please.”

He continues teasing you for a while, ignoring your pleas. His long, slender fingers repeatedly caressing one of his favorite parts of you. You were so close to breaking, he just needed to keep it up for a while longer. Shortly after, he makes the final move.

“I’ll leave you to think about our future for a while. Perhaps when I return you will be more obedient and kind towards your husband and father of your child.” He walks out to conduct business of his own, leaving you writhing in unfulfilled desire on his bed. Tears roll down your face as you are left without any fulfillment. You could touch yourself but that wouldn’t be enough. He made you want more–made you want to be taken, and only that would satisfy you.

Not that long after Sebastian left, Victor Rookwood enters the room, looking at you as you lay on the bed.

Not even thinking, you tearfully utter the word “Please…” as one lone tear spills down your face, your plea obvious to anyone who sees you. Rookwood peers down at you with a look of pity.

He approaches you slowly and cautiously, almost like he was approaching a wounded animal and wanted to show he meant no harm.

“Are you sure about this, girl?”

You nod, in pain from your desires not being fulfilled. You hate how Sebastian made you like this but once you were made to be in this state, you needed to get it out of your system. He looks at you once more, contemplating a moment before complying and removing his clothes. Once he’s done, he gets on the bed and positions himself to be on top of you. He touches your face gently and caringly, not at all like how Sebastian touched you. Rookwood touched you as if you were made out of porcelain and would break at any moment. The pity in his eyes is still there, but he knows that you need this in order to return to normal.

“Get ready” He says, allowing you to prepare for what is about to happen.

You wrap your arms around his toned body and nod, signaling you were ready. He presses himself up against you and pushes himself in, causing you to make a sharp moan. His member is unfamiliar to your body after having been trained to seek out and fit around Sebastian’s perfectly, so it has to adjust to the new shape. He stops once he’s fully in, keeping himself in you and allowing you to adjust to him. His lips press against yours and he begins to kiss you slowly, trying to make it a pleasing moment while simultaneously attempting to calm you down. You kiss back, loving the intimacy and understanding what he is trying to tell you. Once he breaks off the kiss, he slowly begins moving, keeping the pace relaxed and casual. Random noises start to come out of you, bubbling up from your mouth and escaping. A sense of fulfillment is gradually starting to flow through you as your sexual needs get taken care of.

If you had been in your right mind, you would have felt slightly odd being intimate with your former enemy. You wouldn’t have even been able to imagine this scenario when you were 15 and trying to control your ancient magic while fighting him and Ranrok off but here you were, your body starting to move with his at this calm tempo. You would have wondered what it felt like for him, how he felt about having sex with the girl who ruined his plans all those years ago. But alas, the only thing in your mind was getting the fix that Sebastian neglected to give you in his most recent torture session.

This slow movement continues for some time, the two of you basking in the pleasure it brought. It wasn’t rough like how Sebastian started out, but rather like a gentle caress. Each time Rookwood moved you would feel a relaxing pleasure, causing your body to release the tension and for the first time in forever, you were allowed to enjoy it. After some time, your hands fall back on the bed, bent and up near your head. Rookwood places his rough hands on yours and intertwines them, an act that causes you to jolt. It was the same thing that Sebastian did earlier and he can immediately tell, stopping his body. He has a loose grip on your hands and his thumbs soothingly rub your hands, showing you he meant you no harm–that he was different from Sebastian.

“Shhhhh, girl. It’s alright. You are not with him.”

You look at him, studying his face. He looks the same as he always has, dark facial hair scattered across his face with blue pools that peered down at you. You look into them, getting lost in the calm waves in his eyes. You close your eyes and get control over yourself, regaining control over your breathing and mind. Your eyes open and you look back at him, offering a silent apology, one that he softly shakes his head at before continuing his movements. After a while you say, “Y/N.”

He looks into your eyes questioningly for a moment and you respond, “Call me Y/N. Please.”

“Y/N” he murmurs, picking up his pace.

“Victor~” You moan, using his first name. His eyes flicker with hidden emotion but within a flash he gets over it and kisses you quickly to silence you, slipping his tongue down your throat as he continues moving faster and faster. Your mouth opens in shock, giving him access. Mouth moves with mouth, tongue moves with tongue, and body moves with body in a passionate yet tender moment. It is as if time stops and you can forget everything terrible that has happened to you and focus on the one good thing that is happening. Your bodies move together at an ever increasing pace for quite a while. Your body, prevented from orgasming, is allowed to do so and Rookwood continues, allowing for your mutual releases to occur multiple times as your body relaxes after Sebastian’s constant teasing. The only sounds in the room are your breathing, the sound of his body hitting yours, and the muffled moans you make in his mouth as it all wraps up in a beautiful crescendo.

Afterwards, when the two of you have had your fill, he sits up and glances at your figure. You are more tranquil now, having been able to receive what Sebastian denied. Your breathing soft and face at peace, looking as if you haven’t had to endure countless months of agony. You look beautiful to him.

Sebastian isn't back yet, a testament to how much he wanted you to suffer until you broke for him. However, this allows Rookwood to have the perfect opportunity to enact his plan–a plan that was completely unexpected to you. He removes himself from you and looks at you, whispering hastily, “Get dressed. Now.”

Not understanding his haste but hearing the serious undercurrent in his voice, you comply, getting out Sebastian’s bed and putting the dress on. He looks at you, seeing you in such a flimsy dress–the same dress that Sebastian made you wear the entire time as his slave. If you could see yourself through his eyes, you would be able to see how much you looked like a lady of the night, leaving one lover’s bed for another. You were so incredibly close to becoming fixed as one, destined only for Sebastian. Determination settles in his face, making him get up and get dressed as well. Once he only has his coat to put on, he grabs it and walks over to you. Placing it over your shoulders, he lets you put your arms in before buttoning it up. It’s a bit big for you, but it covers you and gives you decency–something you haven’t had in months. The smoothness of his coat feels amazing on your skin and you can smell his scent lingering on it. You breathe it in and smile a little, finding his presence now comforting and safe when as a child it would not have.

Now that the two of you are ready, Rookwood straightens up and tells you to follow him quietly. You trail behind him, leaving Sebastian’s room as quiet as a mouse. He leads you through the tent, going through halls and other rooms and occasionally stopping and hiding the two of you in case Sebastian or one of his friends were to show up. You guys finally reach the flap of the tent and step out onto the grassy glen. The sun is starting to set but it is still light outside. You see the beauty of the vast green hills covered in grass and a small river that flows nearby. You are far away from your home in the hamlet but despite the traumatizing experience, you could still admire the beauty of the area.

On edge, he turns to you quickly, outstretching his hand. “Take my hand. Take my hand and we will be away from here; you will be free. All you need to do is trust me. Take my hand, Y/N.”

Hesitating for one brief moment, your mind floods with all of what happened to you. All the trauma and feelings you experienced with Sebastian, everything came to you in that split second. Months of torture that had resulted in you becoming with child all led up to this moment. Making your decision, you place your hand in Rookwood’s and he disapparates with you, taking you away from your tormenter. You apparate to a place you find oddly familiar but can’t quite place why. It takes you a few moments to realize where you are but you do so and discover that you are at Rookwood Castle. It looks more glorious than ever and it was clear that Rookwood had it renovated after the events with the repository. It was already huge before but now that it was fixed and in its proper state, it was massive. Your eyes find it overwhelming to take in, especially with all that you have been through. He leads you by the hand to the entrance of his castle and steps inside, bringing you with him. You enter and the two of you stand by the door, leaving it open for the moment. He lets go of your hand and you stand in front of him, not able to believe that you had gotten away.

“He won’t be able to find you here. Relax, my dear.”

Your mind is frazzled, not yet able to keep up with this. “Are you sure? How do you know? As soon as he finds out I’m gone, he’ll know who exactly took me and he will come here ready to reclaim his…his property.” You can barely get out the last part, feeling disgust and shame.

Rookwood takes his hand and brushes it across your face, rubbing it softly before moving a strand of hair behind your ear. “Hush, girl. I have taken care of that. He won’t be able to touch you anymore.”

Your hand goes to your stomach, “But what about the–”

“We’ll figure it out, I promise. We just need you safe and out of his way at the moment. You can stay here and rest in the meantime.”

He presses his lips to your forehead and takes you in his arms, saying “I won’t let anything else happen to you.”

With the realization that you’re safe, that you’re so far away from Sebastian’s clutches, you break down in Victor’s arms. The tears and sobs pour out of you like a dam let loose and you clutch at him to hold yourself up. He soothingly holds you, occasionally rubbing your back softly and resting his head on your head as you let out all of the pain and suffering you’ve been holding in. You never thought your former enemy would become your ally, nor did you think that Sebastian, the man you had been in love with since you met at Hogwarts, would be your enemy. With all the events that had occurred, your affections have transferred to Victor Rookwood–a man who should have been evil, should have been the one doing something like what Sebastian did to you. Instead, he was the one who comforted you and protected you. The man who was giving you what you needed without hesitation. Now, what you needed was a quiet life in a place where you didn’t encounter anyone you knew, in a place where you could isolate yourself and heal. Rookwood is giving you that and more. It is near Feldcroft, which brings back painful memories, but you aren’t going to leave the castle for a while until you feel ready. You are allowed to live in his castle for as long as you want, spending your days healing and exploring the castle. You have found peace at last, in the arms and home of Victor Rookwood.

EPILOGUE

Due to Rookwood’s anonymous tipoff, Sebastian is caught and sent back to Azkaban with an extra sentence and even heavier security. He fights all the way back but the aurors are quick to react and subdue him quickly. The only happy thoughts in his head are the months he spent happily with you, enjoying you to his heart’s content and knowing you are having his child. He loathes the fact that he is back in Azkaban but knows that his legacy will continue through you. Even so, he still craves your body and your touch every second of the day. All he can think of while in his cell is holding your body and feeling its softness in his hands once more, taking you every waking moment. He doesn’t know if he will ever break out again, but he will most certainly try. He has to have you permanently this time, and he won’t let anyone get in his way. However, this time it will be incredibly hard to escape so if he was to be successful, he would really have to plan it carefully. Only time would tell if he would succeed in his escape or not.

As for you and Rookwood, you are still healing but are living in peace with him. You eventually give birth and raise your child, teaching it that Rookwood is its father. Sebastian’s blood may be flowing through your child’s veins but so was yours, and you wanted your child to know everything good in the world, not the evil that flowed through the other half of its blood. After a while, you approach Rookwood and let him know you want to spend the rest of your life with him. Your life is full of bliss as you marry him and start creating a happy family with him, adding to your children and tranquil life at the castle. You travel outside of it when you are ready but as for now, you live a life with the man who you formerly fought with, the man who turned from enemy to friend, and then to lover and more. Happiness bloomed and, like the feeling of the sun shining down upon you, you were content.

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