Sebastian Solace Oneshots

You can take two🌸❤️

Author note: Due to difficulty with writing Reader without legs, I've decided to return your leg privileges. Also because I recently redesigned Evileye, and finally found the energy to feed you all with a fic.

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Mentions of double penetration, intersex Sebastian and Reader, gender neutral pronouns for Reader, use of both male and female terms for genitalia, non-human genitalia, biting, scratching, rough and soft intercourse, non-human biology, dacryphillia (finding tears arousing in a sexual context), gagging, blowjobs, cunnilingus.

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Author note: My exams are starting, so I will highly likely not be writing anything during that time period. I'll see y'all soon!

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You've been contemplating a certain part of Sebastian's biology for a good while; the existence of his two phalluses. Is one a challenge in and of itself to take on (or in) as is? Yes. But consider again, the mere thought of there being double such a phenomenon. It's an easy thing to fantasize about, even during your human years, you'd often daydream about being filled in such a manner; being at the mercy of two individuals in such a vulnerable position, such possible bliss, hypothetical orgasmic indulgence in the purest sense of arousal. Tantalizing, almost. You could feel it on your tongue.

Of course, you've had to kick the thought from your conscious mindscape after being taken prisoner and subsequently trapped under the ocean in a paradoxical pressure pool.

Whoever can you guess you're hanging out with and doing a certain mind numbing activity that's been mentioned in all my writing so far? Was your answer Sebastian Solace, and finding supplies?

Ding ding ding ding! Correct choice, you've won: The rest of this fanfiction.

You and Sebastian were in the Gardens Sector this time around, both for collecting valuables, and for you to engage in a miniscule hobby you took up in your time down here (totally not just to keep your brain active with some kind of routine), which was to tend to the DiVines. You'd collect buckets of water from leaky windows and drag them to each rounded room to water the accounted and equally unaccounted moss humanoids. At first, as expected, they were thorny towards you, but after the few months you've been tending to them, they occasionally bloom a few flowers in appreciation of your kind and unnecessary efforts. There'd been a few periods where they learned to grow fruit for you.

After indignantly sharing his opinion on your useless hobby ("You're that lonely that you'll care for the moss people? I thought your sanity would hold on for longer.") Sebastian swiftly left the Gardens, and returned a good while later to find you sat against the now flourishing tree and surrounded by some DiVines. You had a botany and plant biology book with you, most likely retrieved from old file cabinets, and watched as the botanical mortals tried their damndest to figure out how to mimic the diagrams and species of various plants on the moldy pages. They really tried. At most, you could give them an A for effort.

"Ugh, E, do not teach them how to become other plants. For all we know, they'll find a way to turn themselves into weapons." The Saboteur chastised you, finding your antics illogical, and quite frankly idiotic to a degree that you weren't sure was on any conceivable scale. His head tilted to the side as he sneered at the earthly creatures, the first pair of arms crossed while his other, lower pair sat sassily on his hips. "The only time I'd condone it is if they attacked the Expendables with that knowledge." His sadistic comment earned a snort from you as you stood up. "That'd be funny."