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ravenelyx · 6 months

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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...

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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.

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cuffmeinblack · 9 months

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Smile In Your Sleep

Sebastian Sallow x f!MC (she/her)

Tags: explicit | non-con | somnophilia | dark!Sebastian | delusional thoughts

3.1k words

Summary: Sebastian watches her when she sleeps, safe in his arms as she seeks comfort from her nightmares. Beautiful, perfect, and utterly irresistible; who could blame him for indulging?

A/n: *sweats* I'm so sorry, Seb. I made him completely delulu and predatory, this boy is fucked up.

When had merely watching her sleep become not enough? Sebastian pondered the question as he lay in bed, willing her to crawl in with him through some hitherto unheard of telepathy; a cruel thought, as she only ever did so when suffering from particularly horrendous nightmares. He missed her warmth, particularly on these cold Winter nights, though he was restless when she did make an appearance.

He closed his eyes, picturing her laying next to him—eyes shut, her dark eyelashes fluttering as she dreamed, cheeks flushed from the heat under the heavy duvet and those kissable lips just barely parted to aid soft breaths. His memory conjured images of the slow rise and fall of her chest beneath those gorgeous breasts that regularly featured in his own dreams. Sebastian gripped his aching length, his clothes long banished as he lay in the confines of his bed. He lingered on the thought of pushing himself into her mouth, parting those lips further as he slid down her throat. In his fantasies, she didn't react; merely lay still, statuesque, perfect as he violated her.

"F-fuck…," he stuttered as he came hard, spilling over his hand and stomach.

The shame that so usually flooded his mind had gradually dulled over the weeks, making way for a resignation that this was no passing phase. What bothered Sebastian now wasn't the activities he conducted in private—that was his own business, after all—it was the desire to act out his fantasies, growing ever stronger each time she made his way to him during those hard nights. That spurred his guilt, more so because she was particularly vulnerable in those moments, being subjected to horrors she begged him to be able to forget.

He cleaned himself up with a sigh before heading to the shower for a more thorough cleanse, though it did nothing to wash away the unease settling in his stomach. Once dressed, he walked down to the common room with Ominis, spotting her leaning casually by the window and prompting his insides to squirm. She greeted them cheerily as they approached, running her fingers through her hair to sweep it out of her face, like some sort of temptress meant only to torture Sebastian. It was no secret that he found her attractive, except maybe to the woman herself, but not a living soul knew the depths of his depravity when it came to his lustful thoughts.

As she sat across the table from him at breakfast, he felt as if she could read his mind the way her eyes seemed to scrutinise everything he did, and he silently prayed to Merlin that she wasn't a secret legilimens.

"You okay, Seb?" she asked.

Sebastian smiled and nodded, heaping porridge into his bowl and shovelling it into his mouth to avoid speaking. He was far too distracted for small talk, and besides that, he could barely look at her these days without imagining his cock in her mouth.

"How did you sleep?" Ominis asked.

"Better," she smiled with a sigh of relief. "Maybe my nightmares have stopped."

Well, that wouldn't do.

Sebastian peered over his bowl and caught her watching him, her piercing eyes seeming to want to communicate something. Would she be disappointed, too? Would she lament the fact that she no longer had an excuse to sleep next to him?

"That’s good," Sebastian remarked whilst idly stirring more honey into his breakfast.

She hummed in assent, never taking her eyes off him.

Not three days later, her presumption was proven false—her nightmares were far from finished tormenting her. She slid into his bed once again, shaking slightly, whether from the cold, shock or fear he couldn't tell. He bundled her into his arms as soon as she hit the mattress, curling into a fetal position as he enveloped her back in a blanket of warmth and calm.

"Are you okay?" he asked gently.

"Yes, I'll be alright. It wasn't as bad as…"

She couldn't finish her sentence, instead lapsing into silence as Sebastian stroked her hair and the last of her sobs subsided. He knew the nightmares she had alluded to; he had them too, sometimes.

She drifted off to sleep quickly, leaving Sebastian once again in an internal struggle between giving into the temptation that roared behind his ribcage, a beast waiting to be sated, and the simple duty of respecting his dearest friend. He told himself that he was disgusting, depraved, a monster, but the words meant nothing as he gazed down at her sleeping form in the dim light, noticing the gentle swell of her breasts underneath her cotton chemise. Her nipple had slipped, tantalisingly close to being exposed by the smallest of shuffles. Once again, Sebastian rationalised his actions, downplaying their gravity—he simply wanted to hasten the inevitable.

Propped on his elbow as he leaned over her, he delicately peeled the fabric down, revealing her soft, pink nipple. Saliva pooled in the well of his mouth as his cock twitched against her perky cheeks, and Sebastian suppressed a groan that would surely wake her. Just a quick touch, then he'd stop. His thumb brushed her nipple, her body responding even in unconsciousness as it formed a stiff peak at his touch. Fuck, he wanted to take it into his mouth, swirl his tongue over that perfect little mound. The thought sent blood rushing away from his head—and whatever part of his brain that was responsible for his self restraint—and straight to his cock.

Sebastian slid a hand under the chemise to gently cup her breast, her flesh perfectly filling his palm. His dark eyes flickered shut as he felt the weight, brushed the silken skin and gently pinched her nipple. Perfect. He was impossibly aroused now, his cock swelling at an alarming rate in his pyjama trousers. The only relief lay in her warm body nestled against him, and the temptation was simply too strong. His eyes opened again to watch her face, for any indication that she was waking as he rolled his hips into her backside.

She was so fucking soft. Her perfect arse moulding around his erection like it was meant for him. Still she slept as he palmed her breast, growing bolder every second with a firmer grip and a harder push of his hips. He wanted to moan into her ear, tell her she was such a good girl, but of course he couldn't; his game was one of stealth and silence. He couldn't stop his heavy breath or involuntary hitches as he grinded gently against her, but it soon became apparent that this gentle caress wouldn't be enough to rid him of his painfully throbbing desire.

Sebastian shuffled back slightly, taking the arm trapped under his body and wrapping his hand around his length with a shudder, whilst his other stayed firmly glued to her breast. He massaged her in rhythm to the strokes he gave his cock, his orgasm building so quickly from just how fucking wrong this was. Still he pumped himself, smearing the slick that dribbled from the tip down his entire length, filling the canopy with wet slapping sounds that were far too loud—but he couldn't stop, he was so close. He looked down at her face once more, eyes fixed on those plump lips so ready for the taking, and she moaned. A gentle sound, almost a breath, as she shuffled on the mattress slightly, bringing her knee higher and face pressed into the pillow.

No, Sebastian couldn't stop the inevitable, not even if he'd tried, which he didn't. He shot his load all over her clothed back, fucking his hand furiously as cum spurted in thick ropes across her pretty cotton chemise. His head was spinning, barely able to breathe from the intensity of his release. It was fucking incredible. It could have been seconds, minutes, or hours as he gasped quietly through the pleasure, but eventually he was empty, oversensitive and completely spent. He slumped back on the pillow, looking down at the mess he'd made of his hand and the sheet beneath them, his post-orgasm clarity ruining the perfect moment.

Shit. He removed his hand gently from her breast, pulling the top up to cover her still stiff nipple and groped around outside of the curtain for his wand, trying not to move too much. After an agonising few seconds of patting his nightstand, he finally found it, casting a non-verbal cleaning charm to vanish the soaking mess. It wasn't quite perfect, but he daren't utter the incantation aloud. This was his bed, as such, the slightly crusted layer on his sheet wasn't too much of a problem, but the same couldn't be said of her pyjamas. As she started to stir and the light began filtering through the gap she'd made in the curtain, Sebastian hoped against all odds that she wouldn't notice his shame smeared across her back.

Sebastian watched her over breakfast for any indication that she knew what he'd done, but she was apparently none the wiser, her usual self. He thought she may have lingered a little longer on his eyes as she looked at him that morning, her face a tad more flushed than usual, but she said nothing. If she had known, she had decided to allow it, which made Sebastian all the more bolder.

Night after night, she told him her nightmares had returned, though he noted the absence of any tears after a while. Perhaps it was just wishful thinking, or a desperate need to justify his actions by telling himself that she wanted this, but he had almost convinced himself that it was true. He'd held back from doing what he really wanted, from truly claiming her whilst she slept, but his apprehension was melting away with every night she willingly found herself in his bed.

"Are you okay?" he asked once again as she lay curled up in his arms.

"Yeah. I'm better now."

Better with me.

She offered herself so willingly, such that the flickering flame of guilt was extinguished the moment her soft snores met his ears. Too beautiful to resist, and so responsive to his touch. His breath ghosted her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps prickling her flesh. Over her shoulder his gaze roamed and his fingers followed, the featherlight touch he employed barely registering to her nerves.

Sebastian’s ear was pricked for any variation in her breathing as he delved under her top, this time a less attractive buttoned shirt; but no matter, it was what lay underneath that counted. His hands provided and her body responded just as he’d hoped. This, he was used to now. This, was safe. He could caress her breasts and barely satisfy himself with his hand, but the allure of what lay next to his throbbing length was what kept him awake even on the nights he spent alone.

He dared to go further even as the bile rose in his throat, planting a kiss on her neck whilst his eyes stayed fixed on her peacefully resting visage. Illuminated by the strip of moonlight cascading through the gently rippling waters, she looked almost ethereal. There could be no snarky comments or irritating little habits; in stillness and silence she was captivating, absolutely perfect.

Another kiss, and another, until his brain was no longer capable of rational thought amongst the onslaught of hormones, and he licked the skin at the crook of her neck. Not a tentative dab with the tip of his tongue but a thick, wet stripe. She tasted of the tang of her perfume and partially of the sweat brought on by her night terrors; so enticingly forbidden. There was no stopping now—he was bordering on crazed, his mind addled with lust and a reckless disregard for any consequences.

His hand slid down her clothed back as he ignored his straining erection; there would be time for that soon. With gentle tugs, he worked on shimmying her pyjama trousers down, the soft skin of her cheeks that brushed his knuckles sending his head spinning. Faster he moved until she was exposed to him, and he took a moment to drink in the soft curves before cupping her behind with both hands.

What he wouldn’t give to dig his fingertips into her flesh, to leave bruises and indents along her hips. His fingers flexed involuntarily at the thought, barely pulling himself back before he acted on the impulse. He needed to be gentle, just like the steady breaths she continued to exhale. His hand glided down, slipping between her thighs where he was greeted by her slick entrance.

Sebastian could have spilled just then, messing his pyjamas from simply feeling her arousal. He took a deep breath as his middle finger gently stroked his prize before slowly pressing inside her. She had no reaction, none whatsoever—both reassuring and deeply disappointing. He was up to his knuckle, teasing her open with strokes of his finger. In the near-silence every squelch was audible, and deliciously obscene.

"So fucking wet for me," he whispered, barely audibly.

She shuddered, and Sebastian flinched and stilled his hand as his heart almost leapt out of his chest. That had been a sudden reaction to his words, not his slow and steady movements. He waited, but her eyes stayed shut and breath remained steady as she appeared to sleep on. Resuming his rhythm, he had the sneaking suspicion that she was at least partially lucid. She was letting this happen.

He slipped another finger inside her, growing steadily more reckless as he felt himself lose control over his desire. The minutes spent preparing her felt like an eternity, but once he was finally satisfied she could handle him, Sebastian was barely holding it together. As his hand wrapped around his cock to guide his way, a tiny moan fell from his lips before he could stop himself. Still she didn't stir, an invitation to continue.

He pressed his head against her dripping entrance and pushed, stopping as just the tip was enveloped in her warmth. So fucking perfect. All Sebastian could think of was filling her up completely, letting her drip his seed onto the sheets as she slept on, completely oblivious. The thought was almost enough to end him, and he willed himself to move, screwing his eyes shut in some pathetic attempt to delay his release.

He was doomed as soon as she began to stir at the first thrust. He moved slowly, gently, but he hit her deep, and those soft, rhythmic breaths became quicker and uneven. And then she moaned. Not a breathy sigh but an exclamation of pleasure that his roommates would no doubt have heard. He wished then that he could delve into her thoughts, to see what her unconscious mind had conjured in response to his intrusion. He was sure that he would see himself, pleasuring her as he did now.

"I'm so fucking close, please let me come," Sebastian whispered in her ear.

He didn't expect a response, at least not a lucid one—even if she'd given him one, he was too far gone to have processed it. The flutter of her walls around his cock was almost too much, and a confirmation that she was enjoying this just as much as he was. Every heavy breath against her neck and every shunt across the mattress brought her further out of her deep sleep. At that point, Sebastian cared very little about what might happen if she did wake, clinging to the belief that she would welcome his advances with open arms.

"Oh…wha-…?"

A confused and hoarse whisper escaped her throat, her eyes still glued shut.

Fuck.

"Do you want me to stop?"

Please say no.

"Don't…don't stop…"

Sebastian willed himself to last just a little longer, not merely seeking his own gratification but determined to have her fall apart by his touch.

"Come on, beautiful…," he encouraged with the smallest whispers.

She was so tight, her muscles gripping his cock as her abdomen clenched under his palm before she reached her climax. She writhed against him with heavy breaths and involuntary moans, the pulsing around his length enough to tip him over the edge with her. Sebastian groaned as he stilled, allowing the grip of her slick cunt to tease every drop of cum from him. The light was too dim to see clearly, but his finger found where they joined and his vision faded to black at the utter euphoria of the feel of his seed dripping from her.

Once the ringing in his ears subsided and he propped himself up on his elbow, he'd half expected her to greet him with a dozy smile, but her eyes were screwed tightly shut. Her body still twitched against him, but her breath was slowing once again, her limbs limp against the mattress. She was still asleep, and whatever words she'd uttered had been a product of her unconcious mind.

Shame washed over him once more, tempered by the knowledge that she'd been dreaming of him. He'd told himself this was the last time, now he'd been satisfied, though she looked even more angelic now that he'd had his way with her—she had a slight sheen of sweat across her deeply blushing skin that glistened tantalisingly in the light from the celestial bodies. Reining in the desire to taste her again, he let her rest, performing his cleanup ritual in silence. His spells were much more effective now, though he hesitated when he pointed his wand at the pool of cum dripping from her violated cunt. He rubbed his fingers into the damp fabric, carving the memory into his brain before it vanished.

Sebastian slept soundly that night, holding her tightly as he waited eagerly for morning.

She looked positively elated, if slightly abashed, and Sebastian knew why. She must remember the dream, the mind-blowing orgasm he'd given her—he could practically feel the heat coming off of her.

"What's got you smiling this morning?" Sebastian asked over the breakfast table.

"I had a strange dream, that's all," she said, barely suppressing a smirk as a blush crossed her cheeks.

"Oh? What about?"

She lowered her voice to barely a whisper, casting furtive glances around the table for anyone listening in.

"It was quite scandalous..."

Sebastian looked up at her from his dipped head with a knowing smirk, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

"Yeah? And who, pray tell, did this dream involve?"

"Garreth Weasley," she giggled.

The colour drained from Sebastian's face and a burning rage coursed through his veins. His mouth formed a hard line as he looked back down at the table and hoped she hadn't noticed his reaction. Oh, last night wouldn't be the last time, not by a fucking long shot—Sebastian's pride wouldn't allow it. He would have her dreams reflecting reality, until she moaned his name in her slumber.

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just-another-fanfiction-writer · 8 months

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Where we belong | Sebastian Sallow x fem!Reader | Oneshot

Word count: 3.2k

Summary: When Sebastian Sallow claims something...or rather someone as his, he'll take great care of it. Luckily he claimed you...

Warnings: smut (with a tiny bit of plot), aged up characters, possessive!Sebastian, dirty talk, teasing, mention of bj, choking, marking, "Good girl", fingering, edging, overstimulation, bondage, p in v, rough sex, creampie, minors dni

Hi there! ❤️️

This fic is part of Sallow Sunday with the theme ⛓kinky⛓ ! (credits to @rypnami)

But first of all, just a few of you might recognize this from somewhere else, as I've been the "seb finger anon" on @anto-pops amazing blog, who I decided to send a few anon asks to, inspired by her most liked kinks. It's been so much fun to see your reaction, Antoinette! Love ya! If you wanna check out the anon asks, click here -> X

Anyways, I hope you enjoy!❤️️

~Mia

It must’ve started somewhere with Sebastian asking you what you were thinking and you telling him about how deliciously good his knuckles feel like, whenever they pull out and push back in.

And it continued with the thought of how beautiful his fingers would look like with a coat of arousal on them.

Now, Sebastian’s deep brown eyes were staring at you.

You were looking back, already panting from coming so hard - the second time…right after your first one, cause he just didn't stop fingering you.

And then he opened his mouth, licking his fingers real slow and keeping eye contact with you.

"Mhh...you taste so fucking good, love", he mused quietly with a smirk, seeing how this simple gesture just made more arousal drip out of you.

He drags his long, thick fingers across the wet folds, basking in the way your legs twitch from the overstimulation.

Now with coated fingers again, he moves atop of you, letting his index and middle finger trail over your lips.

"Open, love. Taste yourself. You need to know how good this pussy is for me."

You gasped at his words, but faltered immediately, your tongue darted out to lick your own slick off his fingers.

It's salty, yet sweet. And arousing all the same.

Sebastian couldn't hold back his groan, feeling and watching your tongue swirl around his two fingers. You looked so pretty like this.

It reminded him of how, just a few moments ago, the exact same tongue swirled over the tip of his cock. Oh, it twitched eagerly between his legs at the image in his head.

He wanted you all to himself.

He wanted to show you every single way that would seek out this delicious pleasure.

He wanted you screaming his name, so the whole world would know, who you belong to.

You were his and only his.

"Good girl," he praised in a low voice, a dark and wicked grin forming on his lips at the plan forming in his head.

You were in for a wild ride.

His long and wet fingers pushed your lower lip down, making it bounce back up, when his fingers trailed further - down your chin and slowly to your neck.

"You are so fucking gorgeous, love. You have no idea," Sebastian whispered hungrily, his lips ghosting yours.

He closed the gap, his lips molding right into yours, as if they were made for each other. It didn't take long for his tongue to tangle yours into a dance of dominance, but at last all you could do was submit to him, letting him guide you to paradise.

Especially as his large hand gently grabbed your throat...but he added no pressure to your disappointment.

The Slytherin only smirked against your lips, knowing exactly how he played with you. He brushed his fingers across your neck, lips parting again and eyes travelling down.

"Hm, I do have an idea how to make you even prettier."

Before you could react, air rushed out of your lungs from the way he started sucking on a sensitive spot on your neck, skin darkening into a beautiful shade of purple.

"Sebastian," you breathed weakly, feeling the tip of his dick brush against your swollen clit, making your hips buck up.

"Keep moaning my name, while I claim you as mine, love."

You whined, when Sebastian moved less than an inch lower to place a second hickey on your neck, right next to the other one, cause it made him move away from where you needed him most.

He simply chuckled, when he felt you wiggle closer to him again and heard you whimper when his tip teasingly slid through your arousal.

"So needy," the brunette whispered, his locks tickling your skin as he went to place yet another hot kiss to your throat.

"Come on, moan my name."

Holding his weight up with one arm on the mattress, his free hand slithered up to cup your breast, kneading it, before flicking his thumb over the perked nub, teasing that sweet moan of his name out of you.

"Sebastian~"

You arched into him, shutting your eyes tightly and feeling like every inch of your skin was on fire - especially from the way his lips trailed lower, adding one hickey after the other.

It almost felt like his movements were calculated and intentionally slowly forming a symbol on your neck.

"What are you doing?" You choked, your mind getting dizzy from the attention the Slytherin gave you.

"I'm just making sure," Sebastian started off, moving back up to meet your eye, his voice low and dripping with desire, "everyone truly knows, who you belong to, love."

You barely heard his words, as his cock teased you right at your entrance and you took the opportunity to move lower, his tip slipping right into you, earning a threatening groan from the man above you.

You saw him struggle to pull out again, intoxicated by the feel of your warm and soft walls enveloping him, but he did so anyways, now looking at you with a dangerous glint in his dark brown eyes.

"Someone's eager, hm?" He whispered, the hand that was just teasing your nipple, now moving back up, to wrap around your throat again, this time adding a bit of pressure to it.

You were about to lose your fucking mind, you just wanted him to grab you tightly and fuck into you, making you topple over the edge in no time. You knew he could do it. He was that good.

But today seemed like Sebastian would pull everything from his bag of tricks to make you squirm beneath him.

He leaned down right to your ear, his hot breath tickling you.

"You've been such a good little slut for me, you'll be able to wait for me to fill you up just a moment longer, won't you? I need to finish this."

At this point, with his hand slowly adding more and more pressure, he could ask you anything - really anything - and you would agree in a heartbeat, if it meant he would finally fuck you into the mattress.

"Yes! Yes, I'll be good," you answered a bit too eagerly.

"Let's make sure, you can keep this promise."

Suddenly he held up all his weight through the hand on your neck and you were sure you'd either lose consciousness in the next second or combust - maybe both - while his other hand grabbed his wand off the nightstand.

You didn't even notice it, until you heard him whisper a spell.

"Incarcerous."

Thick velvety ropes wrapped around your wrists and yanked them above your head, the ends of it tightly knotted to the bedposts.

You yelped in surprise, ripped from whatever fantasy your mind just conjured and you looked up at your bonded wrists and back at the man above you, who has removed his hand from you and wore the smuggest grin on his lips.

His long fingers brushed over your sensitive skin, following the purple trail he started forming on your neck and collar bone. And he let his fingers tell you where his mouth would go next, so you knew exactly what he was doing.

Sebastian, possessive as always, was forming a big "S" out of hickeys on your neck and chest.

"You're insufferable," you joked and managed to roll your eyes at him with a smile, but when he only replied...

"And you're all that I desire."

...you almost lost it, moaning loudly with his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your chest.

"You look so beautiful like this," Sebastian whispered hungrily against your skin, his full-blown pupils looking up at you through his long lashes.

Your hands gripped the velvet ropes tightly, needing to touch him so badly right now. Needing to feel his soft hair between your fingers. Needing to scratch his back until the red streaks would threaten to start bleeding.

Or he threatened you with his hand on your throat again, to not scratch him like that.

Sebastian complained at least a week for not being able to sleep on his back from your marks, though you know he prefers to sleep on his stomach anyways.

You were pulled right out of your thoughts, when his teeth sunk into your skin once more and you gasped.

"Still with me?"

Sebastian chuckled darkly, the glint in his eyes more dangerous than you've ever seen before. He was at his height of possessiveness.

He needed you here in this moment every second of the way.

This was...special after all.

"Yes...yes fuck. I just," you started breathlessly, his tongue gently licking over the seventh or eighth hickey. You lost count.

"Hm?" He simply hummed with a smirk.

"I want to touch you, please. I need to feel more of you. Please, Sebastian."

Oh, you begged so beautifully. It must've been his favorite sound.

Hm, no, there was one that exceeded this, yes, and soon he would hear it again.

His heart clenched in his chest at the thought and his dick twitched once more, precum dripping onto your thigh, which you kept on wiggling, but only slightly, so he let it pass.

The groan rumbled deep in his chest and his face told you how much he was struggling to keep your hands from him. To keep your inviting heat from him.

You let a small victorious grin slip on your lips, but quickly hid it again, hoping he didn't see it.

But of course, the Slytherin caught it.

"You little minx. You think you can break me so easily? You think I fall for your tricks?"

Oh, his hand slithered back up to your throat and this time you probably looked like a deer caught in headlights, eyes wide and shakily breathing, when his long fingers wrapped around and started to squeeze slowly.

And when his knee moved upwards to meet your slick folds, you cried out.

"Sebastian!"

"Mh...bad girls like you deserve to be punished, don't you think?"

Before you could reply anything, his knee started moving and you stared up at the man above you, who simply smiled down with pure smugness.

With your head falling deeper into the pillow below, his knee worked you up, making you climb higher and higher to this place of pure ecstasy.

It was pure torture.

How good his hand felt wrapped around like a tight necklace and his knee rubbing your clit, your hole clenching around nothing. And your hands still aimlessly wiggling in their restrictions, needing something more to hold onto, instead of the fabric.

"Are you close, love?"

Sebastian's voice was low and his breath against your ear tickled you enough to send goosebumps down your whole body.

"Y-yes," you moaned, gasping for air, starting to see stars from all the sensations. "'m s...close..."

"Are you gonna cum?"

The knot deep in your abdomen started tightening so hard, it almost hurt.

"Yessss~"

"Good," Sebastian simply whispered.

You were right on the precipice of coming completely undone.

You tasted it right on the tip of your tongue.

You shut your eyes tightly and...just...a little bit...more...and...

...he removed his knee.

You mewled, feeling the promise of an orgasm slip right through your fingers, leaving you breathless and so fucking desperate.

He cooed you, caressing your cheek gently, as if he wasn't the one causing this.

"Hush, hush, love. As I said...bad girls like you deserve to be punished. So...will you be a good girl and follow my orders?"

In this very moment you knew you hated him. You hated him more than anything else.

But God, if you'd die this exact moment, you'd die a lucky woman.

"Yes."

"Good girl," Sebastian praised you, brushing the hair sticking to your forehead back and giving you a sweet and gentle kiss, before continuing his work on your chest.

And you kept your promise, staying as still as possible for him to create his little masterpiece right on your neckline, which was hard to do with his fingers travelling all over your body and his mouth sucking your skin just right.

Your heart was beating out of your chest, and you whined under him, barely able to keep your promise when he sucked another hickey on you.

"Fuck, every little sound you make goes straight down to my cock. You make me so fucking hard."

Oh, and he made you feel just how hard it made him, rubbing his cock so perfectly against your clit, only making you whine more desperately for him.

"Lucky for you, I am finally done with my work here," he grinned, trailing the purple skin with his finger once more, as if to seal it with this gesture.

You need a moment to register what his words meant, but when it hit you, it hit you like a train.

"You've been such a good girl and good girls get what they want. So, tell me...what do you want, my dear?"

"Oh please, I need you."

Yes, you sounded so desperate, and it was music to Sebastian's ears.

"I need to touch you a-and I need you to fuck me. Just please...I need you!"

"Fuck," the brunette growled above you, his face contorting and you looked down, seeing a hand wrapped around his dick, which was pulsating and dangerously red-tipped, pushing down on it to hold himself back.

"When you sound like this, I'm not going to last even before getting inside you, love."

You smiled brightly at him, almost beaming, knowing just how much on an effect you were having on him as well. He was throbbing with anticipation and desire and so were you, seeing him grab his wand once more and finally releasing you from your confines.

Your arms immediately wrapped around Sebastian's broad shoulders, pulling him real close, kissing him feverishly. He had barely time to place his hands next to you, so he wouldn't crash right into you.

But you didn't care.

You just kissed him with so much passion, your fingers finally able to tangle in his brown curls and the others digging into his freckled skin.

He simply moaned into your kiss, tongue delving into you, while his tip once again brushed against your clit.

That tore you away from his lips for a moment and Sebastian just smiled, propped up on his elbows, fingers brushing soothingly through your hair.

"Are you ready?"

The love and tenderness in his words, his smile and his oh so beautiful eyes...you just knew that not only you belonged to him, but his heart and soul - his entire being - it belonged to you and only you.

He was entirely yours and no one could ever change that.

"Yes," you smiled back, pulling him in for another quick kiss before he started to push inside you.

Even with all this preparation and the amount of arousal pooling between both of your legs, the sensation of him pushing into you still left you absolutely breathless.

Your moans when he bottomed out, mixed together into a wonderful harmony of passion.

Sebastian started to move slow, your eyes fixated on one another as both of you let yourselves fall into the pleasure you gave each other. His hips increased their speed, the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin starting to fill the room.

At some point the bed started creaking, earning a small chuckle from both of you in between moans and gasps.

Sebastian angled himself up above you, your hands flat on his pecs, feeling the rapid heartbeat inside his chest. His hips kept on snapping in an increasing speed against you, the tip hitting even deeper inside you, brushing against that spot, which made you mewl once more.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," the brunette muttered in between thrust, seemingly lost in the moment, his eyes shut tightly and his control slipping.

You knew he was close, and he tried his best to get that one last orgasm out of you, before he would let himself come undone.

"Sebastian," you managed to say, pulling his attention back to you.

His big brown eyes were wide and dark, desperate for you.

"I love you."

And there was this warm and loving expression again. Now his eyes almost looked amber in the dim light of your room.

With a hand on his neck, you pulled him back down to you, holding him close, while his hips didn't stop thrusting, now hitting even deeper and pounding against your sweet spot every time.

Your whole body trembled from this new position and there it was in reach again...your impeding climax.

Big arms wrapped around you tightly, holding you, steading you, keeping you completely safe.

"I love you, too."

His whispered words and a very powerful and precise thrust were all that it took for you to topple over the edge with a scream of pure ecstasy. Your walls convulsed around Sebastian, tightening in an almost death grip and all you could manage to say was, "Inside. Cum inside."

And so, he did after just two thrusts, cumming in spurts of hot white strings that coated your insides, filling you up completely.

Your trembling limbs stayed like this for a moment, Sebastian's hips only moving subtly, drawing out your orgasm as long as possible, before he got too sensitive and stopped moving all together, knowing how much you needed him to stay inside after such a strong orgasm.

To be honest...even if the slightest movement right now hurt him, Sebastian didn't want to break this bond you two had in this exact moment.

This was all he ever wished for.

All he ever needed.

Yes, if he only had you in his arms just like this for the rest of his life, he would die a lucky man.

After some time, your breathing came back to normal, your eyes weren't as hazy anymore and reality crept its way back into your minds.

Still holding him close and staying connected, you two turned around, so Sebastian was on his back and your body on top of his.

It fit right into his, as if you two were made for each other.

Oh, you were sure of it.

You two belong to each other...forever.

With this thought in mind, a tired smile on your lips and his fingers drawing soft circles on the small of your back, you were lulled into a deep slumber, feeling absolutely safe and sound.

The next morning, after a desperately needed shower...only together of course, you stood in front of the mirror, getting dressed, while Sebastian dried his hair with a towel, another one hanging around his hips, as he walked over to you.

You pouted slightly, looking at yourself in the mirror, your fingertips trailing over the purple S on your neckline, the jewelry on one of your finger shimmering in the morning sun.

"Wasn't the ring enough?"

"Of course not, love," Sebastian chuckled, wrapping his arms around your middle, placing his head in the crook of your neck, smiling as he inspected his work in the mirror.

"When I said, I wanted you to wear my name, I meant it metaphorically and literally."

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hotcinnam0nspicy · 7 months

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For Sallow Sunday, here is some dark Seb 🔥

#sallow sunday #sebastian sallow #sallow #dark sebastian sallow #dark x sebastian #hogwarts legacy #slytherin #harry potter #hl #ai #my edit

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localravenclaw · 3 months

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Somebody said Sallow Sunday

So here's ya boyfriend ♡

#mutual mass grave #sallow sunday #SallowSunday #sebastian sallow ai #ari edits

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serpensortiaandchill · 3 months

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Because it's Sallow Sunday

But tbh for me every day is Sebastian appreciation day

#seb in a knitted sweater is everything for some reason #hogwarts legacy fandom #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow ai #hogwarts legacy ai #ai image #ai generated #ai art #ai artwork #my edit #Sebastian #sallow sunday

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animasola86 · 2 months

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↓ A SPECIAL KIND OF BOND MASTERPOST

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader x sentient sex toy Genre: Smut/Filth // Words (total): 24k // [READ ON AO3]

Synopsis: After going skinny-dipping with Sebastian, you discover that you took a little souvenir from the depths of the Black Lake with you. As unexpected as it is, it quickly grows on you - and inside you.

Tagline: If penis-shaped, why not for pleasure?

General warnings: NSFW! Very explicit sexual content! A bit of teratophilia, a pinch of tentacles (but not the big kind, just a tickle), improvised magical sex toys (it's a small squid!), masturbation, unusual insertions, vaginal and anal sex, a hint of jealousy, an unusual threesome, the desire to breed, an excessive amount of cum, strange aphrodisiacs, oral sex, and a horny couple that just won't stop. (For the complete list of tags, go here.)

Notes: This is pure filth. The most depraved work I've ever written. And it gets worse as the chapters progress. Please mind the warning tags! Below the cut is a list of all 6 chapters with little snippets and links to their respective posts. Proceed at your own risk!

→ Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 ←

Chapter 1: A Special Bond (1.2k//AO3//Tumblr)

(...) A drawn-out cry of pure ecstasy leaves your throat as your eyes roll back, and you contort in the most blissful way for a moment, hips off the bed, shoulders pressed into the mattress and knees shaking under the exertion.

The thing inside you changes its pattern, rubbing harder, half of its tentacles focused on your clit, the others joining the bigger one in your warm depths, stroking your insides through your release by pushing in and out in a strange kind of rhythm.

You're a whimpering mess as you collapse onto the bed again, body still quivering, twitching uncontrollably, your breaths as erratic as they can be, and under the forceful ministrations of those tendrils, you keep riding the high, head empty, heart thundering, mouth wide open as your noises fall past dry lips. (...)

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Chapter 2: A Special Guest (2.9k//AO3//Tumblr)

(...) You feel the cold current brushing against your heated centre again, a welcome refreshment after the exhausting rubbing and clenching, and you could swear you could still feel his cock twitching inside you even though it brushes against your stomach now, spent and relaxed.

You don't pay it any mind as you kiss him hungrily, rubbing your pelvis into his almost needily. Sebastian groans into your mouth, looking at you out of hooded eyes, before he complies and brings his hand back to your folds, gently caressing them before dipping his fingers back into your warmth. As he curls them inside you, you gasp against his lips, your eyes flying open as a deep shudder jolts through your body. As expertly as he usually fingers you, always finding the right spot to stimulate, you feel as if there's something else pressing against your walls, adding to the sensation.

Your breath quickens, and you can barely think about it as you come around his fingers once more, completely overwhelmed by the sudden orgasm piercing through your nerves. Tumbling against his chest, you hold onto him breathlessly, too light-headed to wonder about anything at this point. Your muscles contract, and he keeps stroking your insides with his fingertips, what he usually does to ease you down from your high, but this time it feels as if he's only pushing you further, up and up, the gentle touch too much to handle as you keep whimpering helplessly under the constant strain to your muscles.

It's when you feel both of his hands on your cheeks that your eyes fly open in slight shock, because the teasing continues inside your walls as if his fingers were still in your warmth. (...)

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Chapter 3: A Special Roommate (1k//AO3//Tumblr)

(...) Tilting your head, you lean slightly closer, your own eyes still wide and terrified as you think about the fact that this thing has been inside you, probably while Sebastian has fucked you against the rock as well.

That tiny thing has heightened your sexual experience, and for that reason alone, you can't be mad at it. You feel drawn to it. You reach out your other hand and extend a finger to touch it, and it flinches away at first, but then stops moving as you stroke your fingertip over its long body. It feels cold to the touch, wet and soft, and you wonder how something so squishy could have an impact on your equally squishy walls.

As if reading your mind, you feel it moving under your touch, and it seems to harden right there on your palm, its soft skin turns into something more akin to a shell, rigid and unrelenting, and you gasp quietly as you feel a pulse throbbing through its small body. That's what you've been feeling. The pinching sensation. (...)

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Chapter 4: A Special Need (6.2k//AO3//Tumblr)

(...) Moaning against his lips you feel the tension inside your stomach erupting into a wave of pure pleasure as it washes over you with a force that makes your thighs twitch, your toes curl and your muscles contract violently, and in doing so you feel your insides convulsing, moving, and in your haze you barely feel the gentle caresses of these eight little arms you've grown to love so much over the last weeks. Yet once you realize that the squid is about to slip from your bum, it is already too late.

Despite being caught in his own haze as he ruts into your core with reckless abandon, he seems to feel the foreign touch as well, and you see it all unfold in slow motion. You feel too weak to do anything as your orgasm still shudders through your body, as your walls clamp down on his cock, your limbs too twitchy to control, so when his brown eyes widen slowly before he leans back on his knees and stares down at your connection, you don't have to see the tentacles wrapping themselves around his base to know what's going on.

With a deep growl that could also be a yelp or guttural scream, Sebastian jolts off you, slips from your depths as if you've never even been connected, and takes several steps away from the couch, completely ignoring his precum leaking cock, as his shaking hand points at the small creature crawling over your centre. Yet it's not the fact that there is a strange little squid seemingly coming from nowhere that has touched him at the most inappropriate time, it's the fact that you remain so calm and collected as you lie on your back, looking from the squid to your boyfriend and back, and not sharing in his panic.

That's when he explodes.

“What the fuck is that?” he yells with an anger you haven't heard from him in years. (...)

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Chapter 5: A Special Night (3.6k//AO3//Tumblr)

(...) You feel so full you can barely breathe, barely think. Your chest is pressed into the cushions of the couch, head turned, eyes squeezed shut, tears of bliss and exhaustion spilling from your lashes. Your rear is raised, hips held by two strong hands, wet squelching noises fill the room with every rapid thrust into your stretched hole as a warm body slams against your cushioned backside.

Your mouth hangs open, saliva dripping from the corner, unintelligible noises tumbling over swollen lips. You feel hot and cold at the same time, goosebumps rippling over your skin like waves, shivers and shudders crawling under your skin, as you flinch and wince with every motion directed against your core.

And it's not just the thick cock pressed into your tight little bum, trying to penetrate as deep as your bowels, it's the thing squirming inside your erratically clenching cunt that seems to drive the pace of this whole endeavour.

The not-so-little-anymore squid thrashes between your convulsing walls, hard and rigid and seemingly bigger than ever before as it fills you out completely, to the point you feel your entrance gaping as its eight tentacles slither in and out, assaulting your clit, rubbing and flicking and pulling, each of them pressing against your sensitive skin teasingly. (...)

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Chapter 6: A Special Kind of Liquid (8.8k//AO3//Tumblr)

(...) Loud groans and grunts fill your ears as you lie beneath Sebastian's broad body, motionless, spent and at your absolute limit, yet he doesn't seem to care as he ruts into you with unrelenting speed and power, pounding his length deep inside your tight space, each stab accompanied by wet squelching noises followed by shrill squeaks falling from your aching throat every time he prods your cervix almost brutally.

It feels as if he's splitting you right open, his weight and strength pushing you into the cushions, fingers gripping soft flesh, adding to the already existing bruises. And deep inside you is a throbbing sensation, making your muscles clench tighter and tighter around whatever occupies your cavities. You cry out soundlessly, body squirming and writhing, fighting the overwhelming assault on your senses.

Something warm floods your bowels, that burning liquid, oozing from the squid, seeping into your flesh, numbing the tension. You feel it stirring inside you, woken by the ruthless pistoning of the thick cock, whose bulging veins scrape over your sensitive flesh, whose thick head almost pierces your womb, whose girthy shaft rubs along your stretched entrance. Heavy balls slap against your bum, causing the creature lodged within to move with every thrust.

Your mind slips then, as exhaustion grips you, pulls you along, drags you into the darkness as everything happening to you fades to black... (...)

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→ Tumblr links: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6

→ AO3 link: A Special Kind of Bond

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#masterpost #mysmut #smut #reader insert #x reader #female reader #f!reader #fem reader #dirty mind #ao3 writer #ao3 smut #sebastian sallow smut #hogwarts legacy smut #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #sebastian x reader #sebastian sallow x reader #sallow sunday #spicy sunday

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oldhotcinnam0n · 8 months

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For Sallow Sunday I'll give you all scruffy Sebastian getting ready for his job interview at the Ministry of Magic ✨

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #slytherin #hogwarts #sallow #Sebastian #scruffy seb #so hot #I'd grab that tie and kiss him #fluster him up before his interview #delusions #sallow sunday #sunday

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helena-thompson · 8 months

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DUELS & DESIRES Summary: A duel in Defense Against the Dark Arts class turns out to be more than it seems. Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Female MC Words: 1,359 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Tags / Warnings: Oneshot, POV Third Person, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Romance, Established Relationship, Flirting, Sexual Tension

"That’s all you got, darling?" Sebastian teased, smirking at her while his eyes blazed with mischief. Without hesitation, she sent a flurry of textbooks at his handsome face, the telltale blue glow of her ancient magic alighting the tip of her wand as she did so. Sebastian easily cast "protego" to block the books from hitting him. "No ancient magic, Miss Thompson," Professor Hecat said cooly, observing the duel. "That’s not what we’re here to practice." Sebastian’s smirk grew, the corner of his lips pulling up towards his freckled cheek, and she wanted to smack that grin off his face… or kiss him… either one would do.

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Background info: This is during 6th year, when Helena and Sebastian are already in a relationship. Written for "Sallow Sunday", where the prompt for the week was "kinky". What can I say, these two get hot and bothered when they duel, and it’s kind of kinky 🤷🏻‍♀️

More info about Helena (description, info on her and Sebastian, timeline, etc.) & a comprehensive list of all fics featuring her can be found on her character website: https://sites.google.com/view/helena-thompson/home

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It was like Helena’s first Defense Against the Dark Arts class all over again.

Any time she and Sebastian duelled in class, she was reminded of that day, and as she stood across from him on the platform that Professor Hecat had raised, she couldn’t help but smile at the memory. He’d even taunted her as he brushed past her to take his position on the platform, just as he did over a year and a half ago… but this time, instead of flushing in nervousness and embarrassment, she taunted him right back.

Helena watched as Sebastian settled into his duelling stance, so familiar to her from all their rounds as a team in Crossed Wands, all their practice in the Undercroft, and all the adventuring they did together. She settled into her own, wand pointed at him while her heart beat in her ears, and waited for their familiar dance to begin.

He struck first, a simple blast of magic she easily blocked, the red bolt hitting her shield charm, dissipating away. Now that the duel had truly begun, the voices emanating from the crowd of students around them quieted down, the eyes of their classmates on them both. Helena sent a few spells of her own at Sebastian, all of them dodged or blocked by his own shield charm.

"That’s all you got, darling?" Sebastian teased, smirking at her while his eyes blazed with mischief.

Without hesitation, she sent a flurry of textbooks at his handsome face, the telltale blue glow of her ancient magic alighting the tip of her wand as she did so. Sebastian easily cast "protego" to block the books from hitting him.

"No ancient magic, Miss Thompson," Professor Hecat said cooly, observing the duel. "That’s not what we’re here to practice."

Sebastian’s smirk grew, the corner of his lips pulling up towards his freckled cheek, and she wanted to smack that grin off his face… or kiss him… either one would do.

"Now Sallow’s going to win, for sure," Helena heard one of her classmates say to another, and before anyone could answer the boy, she was flinging another set of spells—hexes and jinxes—at Sebastian with surprising speed and accuracy. She finished with the knockback jinx, sending him flying, flipping in the air, until he landed on his back with a thump.

"Are you so sure about that?" came Ominis’ voice, and Helena grinned, knowing their friend heard Sebastian get knocked on his ass, if he didn’t sense it with his wand. Before she had time to revel in her small victory, Sebastian was sending his own magic right back at her, while still knocked onto his back on the platform.

Helena blocked spell after spell as he rose back to his feet and advanced on her, and she fell for a feint he’d used a thousand times. She was going to block one spell, while he wordlessly cast "expelliarmus", and her wand was sent flying out of her hand.

"Accio!" Sebastian shouted, and her uniform tie snapped forward and started moving towards him, tugging her along with it. Helena grunted in frustration as she was pulled towards Sebastian, and focused on wandlessly and wordlessly summoning her wand back to her hand.

He didn’t release the spell until she was right in front of him, so close he could have easily wrapped his arms around her. Her tie dropped back down to her chest, free from his magic, and he leaned in.

"If we were alone in the Undercroft right now," he started, and she felt herself flush at the thought.

Sebastian opened his mouth to continue what would no doubt be one of his ridiculously filthy statements that would only serve to rile her up, but she didn’t give him the chance, having successfully summoned her wand.

"Depulso," she breathed, casting the charm strong enough only to separate them and not send him on his ass again. Stumbling backwards, Sebastian blinked in surprise, and she simply grinned at him. "You were saying?"

When he regained his footing, he stared back at her with heat in his eyes that matched her own, and she couldn’t help the burning she felt on her face. Sebastian adjusted his grip on his wand, and her eyes were immediately drawn to his hands, his fingers, and she had to force herself to focus back on his face… which wasn’t that much better, not when his cheeks were starting to redden, and his gaze… Merlin help her, he was looking at her like he could devour her.

"Sneaky," he said, voice low, and Helena tried not to shiver at the sound of it. She simply bit her lip and shrugged, tightening her grip on her wand, preparing to continue their duel.

"Is this a duel," she heard Leander mutter from the crowd, "or are we all witnessing Sallow and Thompson’s version of foreplay?"

Sebastian had heard the comment as well, based on the stupid smirk on his lips, and honestly, she couldn’t help but match his expression. If they had been in the Undercroft, alone, like he’d said… well, this would be ending very differently than what was happening right now. Leander didn’t know how right he was with his little comment.

Helena began the duel again, firing off a combination of spells that Sebastian blocked, and then they were at it, back and forth, each one trying to find a crack in the other and take the title of victor.

It finally came to an end when Sebastian cast a leg-lock jinx on Helena and she started to go down. She flailed, grabbing at Sebastian in the process, and he fell on top of her. He was grinning, of course, because he essentially had her pinned down, and probably thought he’d won the duel—but as far as Helena was concerned, she was still on the duelling platform and hadn’t been knocked off or yielded yet.

"Sebastian, I love you, but," she started, lifting her wand between them and pointing it at his chest, "the duel’s not over yet." Realization lit up those gorgeous brown eyes, and then a flash of desire, and then she was saying "depulso" and he was flying up off her and over the edge of the platform.

Professor Hecat started going off about how Helena had won the duel and their classmates exchanged their coin from the various bets they made on who would win, but Helena didn’t pay attention to any of it, leaning over the edge of the platform and glancing at Sebastian lying on his back.

"Are you alright?"

Sebastian simply looked up at her, his eyes dark and his face flushed. "We need to get to the Undercroft, now," he ground out.

Raising an eyebrow, she gave him a once-over and saw the bulge in his trousers. She slid off the platform with a giggle as he stood up and adjusted himself in his pants, glancing around to make sure no one else noticed his predicament. Sebastian arranged his robes and stood partially behind her as Professor Hecat lowered the duelling platform and started discussing the duel, pointing out to the class the things that they each did well.

"I love it when you knock me on my arse," Sebastian whispered in her ear, and she bit back a smile. Their classmates had their eyes on them now, acknowledging what Professor Hecat was saying. Helena slithered her hand into Sebastian’s, intertwining their fingers and ignoring the eye-rolls it earned from some of their classmates.

When they finally stopped looking at them, she leaned closer to him. "What was it you were going to say during our duel… about if we were alone in the Undercroft…" she started, and Sebastian groaned. She bit back a laugh. "Do you think we can do whatever you have planned before Transfiguration? If we’re late again, Professor Weasley will give us detention."

Professor Hecat dismissed the class, and Sebastian started tugging Helena out of the classroom and towards the Undercroft.

"Shall we find out?" he asked, eyes alight with mischief and desire.

Helena held his gaze, picking up her pace. "Absolutely."

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian x mc #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy #sallow sunday #helena x sebastian #my writing

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