#sebastian sallow x OC

[tamayula-hl]

Seb in his morning coat, acting like a gentleman, but his mind must be occupied with tonight's catch in front of him... 🙈

[iatnen]

I was gonna draw something cute but then this happened so idk

[ramdom-stupid-sketches-of-mine]

I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned. ---------------------------------------- I think Sebastian first get to know MC because she seems to know to have something on her sleeves, with get in Hogwarts in 5th year and mystery power and all. But after he get to know her, the genuine friendship continue to build on. Then 'tragedy of catacomb' happened. They continue being friend, and become best-friend after. Later on around earlier of 7th year, that he realized his feeling towards her.

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[shyamanuensis]

Study Session - Sebastian Sallow

Sebastian can't concentrate. MC is feeling a little promiscuous. He agrees to let her help him study. Nothing more. Nothing less. First time writing anything this suggestive so please bear with my insecurity of posting this. A thanks to @tanaisokay for her read through and thoughts. Enjoy and let me know what you think xo

As hard as he had tried to – Sebastian simply could not focus. Feeling as if the towering mahogany bookshelves of the library were slowly eating away at his ability to concentrate, the young Slytherin huffed out a frustrated sigh. Raking his fingers up and through his messy locks of hair, he pulled at the strands with an irritation which caused his jaw to crack – his surroundings forcing him into a state of hypervigilance.

Every single damn detail Sebastian witnessed maddened him. The turning of pages in leatherbound texts, the scratching of quills as notes were taken; the muted, but condemnatory coughs that Scribner made while subtly clearing her throat when any student dare make a sound. Catching a glimpse of the face of his pocket watch he felt hadn’t shifted in hours up until only a single minute ago, Sebastian reminded himself why he was in this situation - hoping that reason would be the salvation he needed to actually get any work done. Why he’d pent himself up and was happy to receive the consequences of his own mental punishment over the upcoming potions quiz he had the very next period. Like always – he had left studying to the very last minute.

The smell of musty parchments and old books permeating the air was swiftly cut through as you approached the quiet corner Sebastian had secluded himself into. You knew he’d be there. It was a guarantee. This side of Sebastian was one that read as predictably as anyone could imagine. As the saying went – old habits die hard, and the bad habits Sebastian had developed over time were more stubborn that he would ever be. A subtle scent – cherry and vanilla – from the perfume you wore even so gently tainted the space that he sat in. The smell gave Sebastian just enough of a sense of freedom that he allowed his eye to drift up from the notes he had been trying desperately hard to focus on, which he felt had just not sunk in. Sliding along the desk he sat at, you popped yourself up against the hard wooden edge before reaching out in a teasing nature to ruffle the mop of his hair, hoping to break the obvious tension you’d walked into.

“Stressed?”

The lone worded yet loaded question you asked was enough to prompt from Sebastian a side eye look fuelled with utter clear hatred. Internally, you relished at the displeasure your initial presence had pressed out from him and smiled. Playing with your nails, you let the undeniably irritable sound of your manicure tapping against hard wood for a moment before prompting conversation with another inquiry.

“I’d be happy to help you study if you’d like. I took the quiz last week. Sharp mentioned that I did quite well.”

If you hadn’t been staring, you’d have missed the raised tick of Sebastian’s brows which prompted you to offer your services further.

“I ended up helping out Garreth, Leander and Ominis study too.” The rambled listing of names caused Sebastian to curl his hands into fists, allowing himself a split second to consider your offer as a militancy washed over his expression. Begrudgingly accepting his own defeat, Sebastian agreed to your offer.

“If you wouldn’t mind”, he confirmed with a dejection in his tone, “I just… can’t seem… to focus or bloody remember anything!”

Peeking out over your shoulder to ensure the two of you would have a few moments of privacy; you instructed Sebastian to shuffle back hard up against his seat and without prompt, straddled his lap. The move earned from the boy now beneath you both a choked groan and a look of uncertainty. With a playful smirk painting swiftly across your lips, you leant forward, resting your forehead against his so that his eyes had no other choice than to lock into a fixed gaze with you and began to explain your study plan.

“This is how it’s going to work Sallow – I ask a question, you answer. Keep your hands to yourself and keep quiet. Understood?”

Although you were almost certain that the explanation you’d just given had gone in one ear and out the other immediately; your ego was stroked when Sebastian was able to muster up little more than a shy nod in response. He was often the one in the lead with most of the situations you both found yourselves in which made seeing him speechless, obedient and in need of assistance just that touch more satisfying than it should have been.

“Trust me Sallow – this study technique is tried and tested”, you whispered hoping to appeal to his academic side, “Alright - here we go.” With a quick breath, you blew out of the way the few strands of hair which had fallen into his eyes and started, giving Sebastian no time for any kind of negotiation.

The first right answer of your study hack earned your fingers the pleasure of unknotting the tie loosely hanging around Sebastian’s neck. Wrapping the silk ends roughly around the palms of your hands, you used the fabric to pull him in a little closer with a firm tug. A hard swallow travelled quicker than floo powder down Sebastian’s throat – the sound of the gulp that followed seeming to echo tenderly through the library.

“What does Bezoar do?”

“It’s an antidote to poisons.”

Another correct answer and now you had your lips skimming up the inside of Sebatian’s neck; the pepper of kisses you trailed lighter than a fairy’s touch forcing his body to involuntary collapse into the seat. The only control he seemed to have on the situation at hand showed in the whites of his knuckles as he gripped at the desks edge. His skin was both the perfect taste of salty and sweet and you let your lips linger for as long as they could to enjoy it.

“Worm wood and Asphodel are ingredients found in what potion?”

“Easy – Draught of the Living Death.”

“You mentioned that you’d helped others out with this kind of study before?”

Pulling away from him with an unimpressed murmur, you reminded Sebastian once again that you’d thought you’d made yourself clear regarding the rules.

“Sebastian – I’m the one asking the questions.” You took the opportunity that presented itself to circle and grind your hips down against his own, evoking a half-silenced growl that hummed through Sebastian’s now slightly parted lips. Your skirt had shifted a little higher than intended up your thighs, exposing the warm skin to him. As his hands instinctively moved to rest upon them, you wrapped a finger beneath Sebastian’s chin and tilted his head up with a swift reminder that you were still in charge. He’d already broken the ‘no questions asked’ rule and now the ‘keep your hands to yourself’ rule. You could feel his pulse began to race beneath your fingertips and felt it was only fair to grant him an ounce of leniency. Of mercy. However he ruined this chance by speaking.

Biting down on your lower lip, you brushed your own against his to confirm Sebastian’s agreement to the terms you’d relayed and continued your line of questioning as he remained temporarily silent.

“But – I thought that – we – were… you know...”

“Mutually exclusive?”, you eagerly finished off his question with a sweet-sounding chuckle which pulled a harsh blush across his cheeks. “Please – I know all about your secret little rendezvous around the castle Sebastian. However, if that’s something you’re interested in, I’m happy to discuss our options at a later date. For now, you – need – to – focus.”

The sweat which had begun to coat Sebastian’s skin pulsed in waves hotter than the confringo charm he’d taught you last year. It had become exacerbated as your fingers began to unfasten each button of his vest; his inability to take a steady breath apparent. Roughly jerking the material to his sides, your fingers hovered at the strip of buttons lined down his shirt he had begun to franticly want you to tear through although he couldn’t mention, remembering the rules you’d set and bringing himself back into line. As your fingers gracefully ran around each and every button, appreciating how they felt, you kept your questions coming.

“How many uses are there for Dragons Blood?”

“12.”

Savouring the way in which your hands so easily slid sleekly down his chest once the constriction of his shirt was no longer there to hinder your touch – you made it absolutely evident that you revelled in the moment you were currently in. A soft caress to trace Sebastian’s collarbones had him biting back a moan as his eyes dropped, lids shutting heavy as to not give away any of the secrets held within their depths.

“What colour is shrinking solution supposed to be?”

“Green.”

While still able to feel your hands cold against the juxtaposition of his wickedly warm skin, you stifled a pleased little moan and slipped back, sliding off Sebastian’s lap and down dangerously between him and the desk you were now hidden beneath. You could have sworn that he’d have kept his eyes shut if it weren’t for the soft thud of your knees hitting the floor. The sound conjured little more than the phrase ‘fuck’ from the Slytherin who now had his head rested back – gaze to the ceiling in an attempt to hold himself together. Keep his hands to himself. Not snake them through your hair and guide your pretty little mouth exactly where he knew very damn soon, he’d need it to be.

 “Four for four Sallow. Not bad. Only six more questions to go.  ‘Mother of Pearl sheen’ – what is the name of the potion which is distinctive because of this feature?”

“Umm...”, he whispered brokenly,” Amortentia.”

Another correct answer had earned Sebastian little more than the restrained pleasure of observation as you expertly slipped the supple leather of his belt out through the silver buckle with a single hand; discarding it without a second thought. The other hand busy at work on navigating the clasp which sat at the waist of his trousers. It was clear you had done this more than once before. Assisting by rocking his hips ever so slightly forward, you managed to free the clasp with a gentle twist, the thick material of Sebastian’s trousers more constricting than he’d have liked as you hovered your face riskily close to the zipper. Forcing himself to keep his eyes on you, you noticed how his lips had pulled into a tight, fine line; intensified by the hungry rise and fall of his chest with every harsh breath Sebastian took. Time to up the antics.

“Leeches, Fluxweed, Rose Oil – which of the three is not an ingredient in Polyjuice potion?”

“R- Rose oil.”

Fuelled by the satisfaction you received in hearing Sebastian trip over his own words with a such a simple answer the way a toddler would while trying to learn to speak, you couldn’t help but giggle as you lowered your mouth down, teeth grasping a tight hold on the zip as you pulled it down achingly slow. Gaze flirting up, you seductively tossed a wink his way which led Sebastian to cup your face in his hands; his thumb firmly dragging across your lips that your tongue playfully poked out to greet. Chewing at his own lip, he quietly confessed with a stuttered hiss that you were killing him – softly – but that he was running out of time.

“On the topic of Polyjuice, and this is an easy one -  you need to add in the essence of the person you’re turning into otherwise – what?”

“It won’t um.. it won’t work.”

“Seb – you’ve only got three more questions -be patient. Pretty please? I promise, it’ll be worth your while.”

He lost track of the confession he’d made, simply nodding along at your request seeking a little more of his time and attention. His internal monologue kept reminding him that he needed this. Fuck – how so desperately he needed this if you were willing to entertain him.

And if his mind wasn’t near almost obliterated; you could see Sebastian begin struggling to function, stop breathing momentarily, the cogs in his head grinding to a dead halt, a vacancy blurring into his vision as the tips of your nails teased waistband of his briefs away from his skin. He could feel his toes curl. Sebastian struggled as he tried to remind himself why the fuck were the two of you were still in the god damn library right now?

“How many drops are needed for Veritaserum to work?”

“Two – no, fuck… um three.”

“I’ll give you that one Sallow.”

“Are you…? Is this…?”

The half-stuttered questions were about all he could muster up as Sebastian forced himself to shift the way he sat; wanting nothing more than to yank you up back into his lap and undeniably ravish you. Kiss you with a force that would make you forget that you held any amount of power over him. Force your back against the desk and…

Brows raising with a tease, you silently mouthed ‘yep’ to let him know your intentions were exactly as you’d up until now displayed them. With a flicker of candlelight glowing in your eyes that held his gaze, you wanted to savour the fact that there were only two questions left.

Shaking your head at every answer Sebastian desperately spat your way, you let out a dissatisfied sigh; hands off him and back to yourself reluctantly. Using the edge of his seat to help you stand up, you meagrely brushed down your skirt so that it sat flat against your thighs and hummed. He thought you looked picture fucking perfect. He’d banked a snap of your silhouette into the vault at the back of his mind. Wankbank. Sebastian raked his hands up his thighs losing his mind over the fact he no longer had your touch, warmth, want.

“What is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?”

“Color. No scent. No wait when you harvest them. Fuck – the conditions they grow in. Merlin no, fuck, no, fuck, shit – they’re the same thing.”

He knew that your point was valid.

“You can’t leave me like this...”

“Well then you shouldn’t have gotten the answer wrong Sebastian.”

“That was a trick question, and you bloody know it.”

“You think Sharp cares about tricking you with a question?”

“But hey – if it makes you feel any better Sallow – Garreth and Leander only got six questions right each when I quizzed them so – eight out of ten isn’t all that terrible.”

Garreth and Leander, Garreth and Leander, Garreth and Leander… he wanted to hex them just so you’d stop staying their name. The only name he wanted to hear spill from your lips was his. Groaned, moaned, screamed, whimpered into submission. Shirt and vest unevenly buttoned and belt doing little to mask the clear problem restricted to his trousers, you smiled at his obvious discomfort.

“And Ominis?”, he asked, only just having remembered that his best friends name was also a part of the list you’d rambled off earlier.

“Oh Omi..”, you paused as a blush tinted your cheeks, “um… maybe it’s best if you ask him.”

Both hands resting on one of Sebastian’s shoulders, you leant in to press a soft kiss to his cheek which was followed by a few tender words of encouragement. “Good luck with your quiz.”

Luck was more than Sebastian Sallow would need to make it through the next period and this definitely wasn’t the last conversation today that he’d be having with you…

… not if he had it his way.

[choccy-milky]

smooth, seb 👍 ((redraw of this scene from the goblet of fire))

[ccelicaa]

bye ok i was kinda having a poopy day yesterday, so I drew a little smth cute for the two to make me feel better😢😢 it’s a bit rushed but i hope y’all like it!!

I guess in this scenario, Sebastian’s yapping, Seolhee’s like 😋😋Shut up (😐). but Seb’s not having that!

A little insight on them when they’re not completely beefing, I think they’re very cute and stupid🧐 I headcanon that Sebastian is a massive biter fr

And here’s a extra thing BC I THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY LOL

[ravenelyx]

I need you. - Sebastian Sallow

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x GN!Reader

Words: 1.1k

Chapter Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, kissing, angst and comfort, Sebastian needs to be snuggled, Sebastian is also sad, and Sebastian needs love, neck kissing, cuddling and snuggling, Soft!Sebastian Supremacy, House or gender is not specified, (implied) established relationship, use of 2nd person for the reader

Summary: Sebastian has different ways of dealing with being hurt. One of them is burying his face in your chest while you cuddle him

A/N: IT'S SALLOW SUNDAY and since people seem to like my soft!seb heacanons, I wrote a whole fic instead <3 I woke up feeling snuggly, sooo...

Masterlist

you can find the whole fic on ao3 as well <3

Ominis' version

You didn't even hear his steps, yet when you saw a grimace creep up on Leander's face as he spoke to you, and strong arms wrap around your torso, you knew.

Sebastian left a soft kiss on the top of your head, looking at Leander with a small frown. You thought it must be one of those things only boys understood, because Leander sighed and nodded, without saying a word. Sebastian relaxed against you.

Pair of eyes looked between the two boys, as if expecting a fight to come out of it, but Leander just smiled in acknowledgement. "Sallow." Then his eyes met yours. "I'll see you in class. Don't forget your Leechjuice again."

You rolled your eyes. "It was one time."

Many people mistook it for possessiveness. You knew the real reason for it.

Leander walked away, waving you a goodbye, and Sebastian leaned his head against yours.

"Hi," you whispered with a small smile. He nuzzled your cheek, leaning his weight on your back.

While you never reproached him for showing his touchy side in public, you were starting to feel a little self-conscious of all the curious eyes piercing the two of you, so you turned around in his arms — albeit with great difficulty as his iron grip on you seemed unmovable — and cupped his cheeks.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

You swore you saw a few tears collect in his eyes as you spoke, so you walked him backwards to a more secluded bench. He sat down and immediately pulled you onto his lap.

After two years of dating, Sebastian had no more qualms about showing you his need for affection. You were there through it all: when Anne was cursed, when Sebastian desperately tried to find a cure, and even now, when he was diving into a dangerous path with his new friend. He had begun to rely on you, and on something only you could give him.

Security.

You threaded your fingers through his hair, affectionately scratching his scalp, and he let out a soft whine – a whine of pleasure, and a whine of something else. Something sad and guilty and that made him tighten his grip against you and bury his face in your chest.

"He has sent another letter!" he began, running his hands along your back and hips. You learned it was a way for him to reassure himself and calm down. "He told me the if I don't stop, he'll never let me see Anne again!"

Your face softened, hand now cupping the back of his head and pulling him closer. Usually, when Sebastian had a fight with Solomon, he'd retreat in the Undercroft, angry and incensed and ready to burn his own rage to the sound of very loud Confringo's. But there were times when his uncle's words got to him, made his heart sink with the need of a love that was stripped from him. A love he tried to silence by hugging his pillow tight at night when he was young. A love he found in you.

"He won't actually do it. Anne will always be your sister," you reassured him softly. "She'll want to see you, and he can't stop her from that."

He breathed heavily in your chest, pressed his palm under your thighs to pull you further in.

"She doesn't agree with what I'm doing…" He muffled his broken voice in your shirt.

"I know…"

"And she might stop loving me…" he said tearfully.

"She won't." You said earnestly. "She's your twin. In her heart, she knows she'd do the same for you."

He trembled a little, emotions threatening to explode.

"You don't trust Solomon," you began, stroking his hair, "but you can trust me. And you can trust Anne."

He stopped quivering, and you could almost feel the gears turn in his brain at your words. He began to kiss you through your shirt in gratitude.

You thought the position must have been uncomfortable to him, even if he didn't show it, so you slightly pushed his torso back, his face leaving your chest with a displeased frown, and leaned him on the seatback a little, then nestled in his arms, face nuzzling his neck. He sighed in relief as you cuddled against him.

"I know I'm too much sometimes…" he said in a small voice, hiding his face in your hair.

"You're not," you answered immediately. You could see his insecurities start to creep up on him, and you wouldn't have that.

"I annoy you."

"You don't," you protested, looking up at him in concern.

"I always come to you—"

"I'm glad you do."

"—and I'm always too needy."

"I don't see a problem with that."

You sighed and cupped his cheek again, drawing him down to press your mouth to his. It took a small touch for him to ignite, leaning his whole torso over you to deepen the kiss, desperately tugging at your lips. He pulled back with a grimace again when he noticed, and turned away, almost guilty.

"Don't refuse my affection," you whispered.

"I will consume you."

"I'm yours anyway."

He looked back at you, eyes fleeting over the gentle smile on your lips.

"Now come and kiss me a little more."

The battle in his mind seemed to settle immediately, and he lunged forward, placing one hand on the back of your head to keep you in place as his lips feasted on yours. His other arm circled your waist, holding you impossibly tight against him. And he was everywhere — his body caging yours, lips hungrily pulling and biting and bruising, hands desperately kneading your flesh, prising your shirt open to touch your bare skin. You felt dizzy at the force of his affection, and you knew he was right. He would consume you, like a wildfire, an eruption, a cataclysm about to blow your heart in a pulp of blood and passion as his tongue claimed yours. And you'd stop feeling like a person at his touch, so overcome by him you'd lose yourself. And then he'd settle it all right, kissing the blood off your lips with reverence, caressing your bruises gently, putting order into your feelings and reminding you once again that you would do anything for him.

"I need you," he breathed out, dipping his head in the crook of your neck. "Every day…"

You didn't stop him when he sucked a love bite into your skin.

"It's a good thing I feel the same," you chuckled.

"Even if you don't need me as much as I need you—"

"I need you more than you can imagine."

He looked up at you, and you kissed his lips again. This time he was gentle as well.

"Don't stop coming to me. Ever."

He nodded and kissed you again. And again. And again. And again, until Professor Weasley reproached the both of you for inappropriate behaviour and sent you to detention for a week.

And he'd kiss you there, too.

[syaolaurant]

Secrets of the Restricted Section

"Sebastian Sallow and his new little friend, out exploring where they shouldn't be"

[baldriantee]

after the end of the fifth year

[sashimj]

sorry seb, no "good boy" for you!😂

original by @sweepswoop_ on twitter!

[tamayula-hl]

The three are suddenly locked in a very small and mysterious storage room…

I wonder what the Slytherins will do after this 🙈

[iatnen]

how would sebastian react to garreth flirting with daniel?

Two clingy freckled guys…. Hm 🤔

Sebastian just gets super grumpy while watching their interactions and only really steps in when Garreth starts to get a little touchy feely + any flirty remarks from Garreth would already be shut down by Daniel himself cuz he’s just that stupid and socially oblivious tbh 😅 (sometimes even rejecting Sebastian’s advances as well without ever knowing)

[ramdom-stupid-sketches-of-mine]

and she looked at me, like there was something in me worth looking at. ----------------------------------------------- Testing new brush with crying Seb

Credit Reference Pose and Quote:

[libellule-ao3]

Hey,

I really like your Ominis' NSFW Alphabet. Can I request one for Sebastian?

Hello,

I had some random HCs about Sebastian in a file. Your request prompted me to organise them a bit. So thank you. 🙏💖

I hope you will like them.

As always, I hope you will forgive any potential language mistakes.

NSFW Alphabet | Sebastian Sallow 🔞

⚠️Sexually explicit content | 🔞 | Smut | HC |2,5k words

Summary: Some of my smutty HC about Sebastian Sallow, collected under the "NSFW alphabet" template.

Read on AO3

Masterlist

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

Sebastian can fuck you relentlessly, make you scream his name, and push you over the edge, but afterwards, he remains extremely attentive. He holds you close, kisses you softly, whispers praise, and caresses you slowly while you catch your breath. Sometimes, he murmurs how much you mean to him, as if afraid to lose you like he lost his family. He may also massage your tired muscles, apply soothing lotion to areas reddened by blows or bites, and make sure you’re well hydrated. His need to protect and care for you is almost obsessive. He loves to see you relaxed, exhausted, and satisfied, so he’ll shower you with kisses, sometimes until you’re ready for another round.

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

Sebastian is particularly proud of his hands, which are just as good at wielding a wand as they are at making you come. He loves their versatility: caressing you tenderly, spanking you hard, penetrating you deeply, pinching your nipples, all to play with your pleasure. He also loves to feel the vibrations of your moans under his palm as he grabs you by the throat, controlling your breathing and arousal.

As for your body, he’s obsessed with your bottom. He loves to touch it discreetly as he walks past you, grab it firmly or slap it as he takes you from behind or as you ride him, or simply caress it as you lie against him. What’s more, nothing turns him on more than seeing your bottom redden under his strokes or bounce up and down with every thrust.

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

Sebastian prefers to cum inside you, deep inside, to mark his territory in the most intimate way possible. The sensation of your walls contracting around him as he pours himself into you is incomparable. But if you want him to cum elsewhere, he also loves to watch you on your knees, mouth wide open, tongue outstretched to receive every drop, or see your body splattered with his cum, especially on your breasts or face. It awakens a primal instinct in him, a pride in seeing you marked by him in this way.

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

He’ll never admit it openly, but the idea of fucking you in a public place, where anyone could catch you in the act, excites him to no end. The thrill of the forbidden, combined with the fear of being caught, increases his desire tenfold. He fantasises about taking you against a wall in a corridor, an empty classroom, or a dark alley. He also dreams of discreetly caressing you under the table, without anyone knowing, leaving you unable to concentrate on anything other than the pleasure he’s giving you.

Finally, he often imagines screwing you so hard that you can hardly walk afterwards, and that everyone can tell.

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

Contrary to what you might think, he didn’t have much experience before you. Sebastian's life was entirely governed by his quest to save Anne, his obsession with dark magic, and the scars left by Solomon's death, Anne's rejection, and Ominis' estrangement. Burdened by so much suffering, he never had the time or emotional space to think about romance or physical pleasure before you. However, his natural curiosity and passion for learning have enabled him to be an attentive lover, experimenting and honing his skills to find out what makes you tick. So, his fingers, his tongue, his cock—he tested everything on you to understand how to make you come repeatedly.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

Sebastian loves to possess you in doggy-style. He loves to see you on all fours, arched over, exposed to him. One of his greatest pleasures is to grab your hips firmly and pull you against him, sinking deep into you again and again. He relishes the way your body trembles under the impact of his thrusts. But what he loves most of all is wrapping your hair around his fist, pulling it back to force you to lift your head, all the while whispering obscene words in your ear. The total control he has over you in this position excites him like never. He never gets tired of your buttocks slamming against him, the sound of your bodies colliding and your muffled moans.

Then he loves it when you ride him. Seeing your body move on top of him, your tits bouncing with every movement, drives him absolutely crazy. He watches you rub up against him, guiding you up and down his cock, adjusting the angle to get to the places that make you scream. He loves the way you think you’re holding the reins, when he always ends up gripping you by the hips to go faster, harder, until you’re both overwhelmed with pleasure.

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

Even though he’s often intense and serious during sex, Sebastian has a mischievous side that also comes out when he’s intimate. He can’t help teasing you. He laughs softly when you become impatient, or when you beg him to go faster. He may also tickle you or tell a joke at the worst possible moment just to throw you off balance a little before fucking you even harder.

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

Sebastian doesn’t really have strict rules about this. He keeps his private hair neat, but doesn’t touch the hair on his chest, or the fine line of hair that runs from his navel to his bush. Also, he doesn’t care whether or not you’re waxed. As long as he can lick you, fuck you, and make you come, he’s perfectly happy. However, he does like to grab your hair during the act, pulling it slightly to force you to tilt your head, exposing your neck to his possessive kisses and bites. And he loves it when your hands grip his as he eats you.

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

Sebastian loves to see you vulnerable, especially when you’re under him, breathless and trembling with pleasure. He likes to whisper dirty words in your ear as he thrusts deep inside you, just to feel your body react to his every word. Even in his most brutal moments, he still looks at you with that all-consuming desire that shows you mean the world to him.

J = Jack off (HC masturbation)

Sebastian has no problem with pleasuring himself when you’re not around, especially if he’s overwhelmed with desire for you. He may even let his mind wander to the intimate moments you’ve shared to increase his pleasure (your lips around his cock, for example, or your throbbing pussy as he impales you against a wall). When he’s particularly excited, he may even masturbate in front of you, enjoying watching you become eager and aroused as you watch him pleasure himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Sebastian loves to dominate. He loves rough sex, making you bend under him, seeing you on your knees sucking him off while he controls the pace and depth by grabbing your hair. He loves that you’re totally at his mercy, whether it’s through handcuffs or orders. But he also likes the idea of a brief resistance, forcing you to give in to him, and the moment you let go makes him even harder.

Sebastian has a strong breeding kink. The idea of filling you up and knowing he could get you pregnant drives him mad. He gains a primal satisfaction from the thought of you carrying his child, especially after everything he’s lost. It’s not just about marking you as his, but more about creating something permanent, a family—something he’s craved ever since losing his parents and Anne.

The way your body changes during pregnancy only intensifies his desire. He finds you even more irresistible, the sight of your round belly, where his baby is growing, exciting him beyond reason. He loves being the one to satisfy all your needs while you’re vulnerable, taking special care to ensure your comfort but never holding back on intensity. During sex, he loves trying new positions that suit your changing body, and Sebastian can spend hours worshipping your pregnant form, telling you how beautiful you are and how much he desires you.

He also has a weakness for role-playing games, especially those where he can reverse the dynamic and explore scenarios where one of you is in a position of weakness or submission.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

As much as he enjoys the safety of your bedroom, Sebastian can find carnal pleasure in unexpected places. Whether it’s in an empty classroom, against a tree in the Forbidden Forest, or even in a cramped bathtub, every place has its charm as long as he can hear you moan his name without restraint.

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

Everything about you is a source of motivation for Sebastian. Your perfume, the way you run your tongue over your lips, the subtle movement of your hips, it all drives him crazy. But what probably turns him on the most is when you turn into a naughty girl. He loves the defiant look in your eyes when you try to take control, or when you provoke him, knowing full well he’ll punish you for it.

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

He likes to push your buttons, but respects your limits. He’s a possessive guy who doesn’t like anyone else intruding on your intimate moments, either.

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

Sebastian is as talented with his mouth as he is with his hands. He’s obsessed with making you come using his tongue. He loves to hear you moan under the deft movements of his mouth, watching you writhe in pleasure as he licks you relentlessly. Of course, receiving oral pleasure is just as enjoyable, especially when he sees how much you love having it in your mouth, your eyes gazing into his as he reaches down your throat.

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

Sebastian is an intense and passionate lover, often preferring a fast and determined pace, as his desire could wait no longer. That said, he knows how to adapt to your needs, slowing down if he senses you want something gentler.

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

Sebastian loves quickies, especially when the urge is too strong. He won’t hesitate to shag you quickly in a dark corner or a broom cupboard, his hand covering your mouth to muffle your moans as he penetrates you with brutal urgency, reaching orgasm in a matter of minutes before you go back to business as usual.

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

Sebastian loves risk. Whether it’s trying new things or pushing the boundaries of what’s socially acceptable, he loves exploring with you. For him, sex is as much about pleasure as it is about challenge, and he loves pushing the boundaries with you.

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

Sebastian is tireless, capable of satisfying you several times in one night! Even after he’s released, he’s often ready for another round after a brief rest.

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

Sebastian is open to using toys to increase the intensity of your sessions. He likes to use enchantments on you, placing his vibrating wand of magic against your clitoris as he penetrates you, or using it to torture you during foreplay. Ties, light whips, and even gags are also among the accessories he uses.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease?)

If you’ve been a bad girl or provoked him, Sebastian can be terribly unfair, loving to torture you slowly, make you beg and cry in frustration. He often does edging, bringing you close to orgasm several times, then depriving you of your pleasure just before you explode, until you’re a desperate wreck, begging for release.

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

Sebastian is quite vocal, groaning and grunting with every move. When he’s close to orgasm, his moans become hoarse. But his favourite part is hearing your screams, moans, and every sound that escapes your mouth. He wants you to be loud, to let everyone know how much he’s driving you crazy.

W = Wild card (a random HCs)

-Sebastian likes to surprise you. Whether it’s initiating an unscheduled session in an unlikely location, using a prop you weren’t expecting, or dominating you in a new way, he always likes to maintain an element of mystery and surprise. For example, he might walk into the room, pin you up against a wall and fuck you without warning, or wake you up by eating or fucking you, just to see your face overcome with pleasure as you wake up. He also knows you like it when he loses control, and sometimes he lets you dominate him and do what you want with him.

-When Sebastian is overwhelmed by anger or frustration, especially due to memories of Anne or the guilt of having killed his uncle, he sometimes turns to sex as an outlet. In those moments, he is more intense, even bordering on brutal, but always in control of his actions. Afterwards, he becomes extremely tender, almost guilty for having let himself go, but also deeply grateful that you're there to soothe him and that you accept him, even with his darker sides.

-One of the consequences of the losses he has suffered is that he becomes very possessive. He likes to mark his territory on your body, whether with bites, scratches, or ensuring you bear the marks of your sessions the next day. He needs to know that you belong to him.

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

Sebastian is slim and toned, with skin covered in freckles, more concentrated in areas that are often exposed to the sun. He also has a few scars, left over from duels and training sessions. He’s not particularly imposing, but he has charisma to spare, with an intensity in his gaze that melts you completely. Down below, he’s well proportioned, with a tail of average length but thicker so you can feel every movement and pulse. He loves to see how your body reacts when he penetrates you, to feel your drenched walls stretch around him. It’s an attribute he’s proud of because he knows exactly how to use it to get you where he wants you.

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

Sebastian has an uncontrollable libido, especially with you. Sometimes he’s so obsessed with making love to you he can’t concentrate on anything else until that need is met. He wants you constantly, and his body reacts to the slightest of your provocative gestures. Even a simple smile or caress can make him hard, and he’s often ready for action at the first opportunity. Also, he’s not afraid to express his desire for you, even in inappropriate situations. He’s sometimes amused to see you embarrassed, knowing full well that he’ll get what he wants in the end.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sebastian can be exhausted after sex, especially if you’ve spent most of the night making each other come. But he refuses to go to sleep unless you’re satisfied. He always makes sure you’re comfortable, that you’ve got everything you need before finally drifting off to sleep, often with you snuggled up against him, his hand still possessive over your body.

[choccy-milky]

@foundthatoldzeppelinshirt what did u do to me...what in the wattpad is this... i only planned to do a few doodles but then i kept getting more brainrotted and things got out of hand LMAOO (and ofc i HAD to draw hockey player seb at SOME POINT bc its my duty as a canadian citizen��🍁🍁 O CANADA!!!)

[ccelicaa]

their first meeting was in the bathroom

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A moment I drew from my fic!! You can read it here!

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