Here is the introduction there is no real need to read it before but if you want to.
Rating: Mature, +18
Relationship: Sebastian Sallow/Reader (I tried to make it as Gender natural as possible)
Tags: Sexual content, smut, bondage, fingering
This is only a dip into the smut territory since I'm new to it, the others will be more.
You didn’t know what exactly you expected from this “study season” with Sebastian, but to your surprise and slight disappointment, it was pretty normal.
The two of you were sitting on his bed, the dorm otherwise empty. Yet even in this quiet setting, your heart beat like a drum, and there was a prickle under your skin telling you this wasn’t it, something was going to happen. You just knew it.
Between taking notes and reading, Sebastian kept giving you tips and correcting you until it was late. The clock on the wall crept closer to dinner, while your brain had turned into a buzzing mess of half-murmured facts.
“Are we done?” you asked impatiently, frustration dripping from your voice. After what Sebastian had said yesterday, you’d thought you might at least retain some of the information. But it was the complete opposite, worse, even. The only thing you kept replaying in your head was the way Sebastian’s hands moved and how unfairly good those trousers looked on him.
“No,” Sebastian replied easily.
A groan of annoyance escaped you. “This is not helping, Sebastian. None of this is sticking, and studying with you isn’t any different from studying by myself. You gave me false hope.”
Instead of the irritated look you expected, Sebastian let out a warm laugh.
“First off, I needed to see how you normally learn to figure out where the problem is. Which I did.” His lips curved into a smile. “Second, what exactly did you hope would happen?” His smile tilted into a smirk.
You stared at him, speechless. “I don’t know, but that doesn’t matter. You just made me study for two hours only to tell me you figured out why nothing sticks!”
He raised an eyebrow. “Do you want to know why nothing ‘sticks’ or not?”
You hesitated, then sighed. “Fine. Why?”
“You lack passion,” he said, tone dry.
You blinked. “Excuse me? What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means you know the material, I don’t doubt that. But you don’t connect the information to something you enjoy. Your brain has no reason to hold onto it. You don’t tie it to passion.”
“Oh, wow. And what am I supposed to do now, make out with my notes?” you snapped, sarcasm dripping from your voice.
Sebastian just chuckled. “No. But we could try a way that might work.” His eyes glimmered with that look, the one you knew too well. The one that sent heat creeping into your cheeks.
“What do you mean we?” you asked, wary.
“Just trust me,” he said, clearing the bed of notes and pulling out his wand.
Your suspicion grew. “What are you going to do now, Sebastian?”
He glanced at you, his tone calm. “Do you trust me?”
The intensity in his gaze made your heart skip. “Yes,” you answered, holding his stare.
“Then close your eyes.” His voice was a whisper, gentle but firm.
You obeyed.
"Incarcerours"
The incantation rang familiar, but before you could place it, you felt thick ropes winding around your upper body, binding your arms close. Tight. Inescapable.
“What in Merlin’s name—” you started, but your words faltered as Sebastian’s hand came to rest lightly over your eyes.
“Sebastian…” you whispered in confusion.
“Shh. I just want your concentration only on this moment.” His voice was low, coaxing, as his fingers brushed your leg. Your breath hitched, questions flooding your mind, what was he doing?
“Let’s prove my point. Listen carefully, my dove,” he murmured.
Your heartbeat thundered, your thoughts scattering as his voice wove around you — steady, patient, impossible to ignore. He spoke, mixing the contents of your notes with murmured encouragements. Every word seemed to sink deeper, tethered now to this heightened rush of feeling.
His voice deep. Your heart now a drum close to break at the power. His Hand wanders down your cloths just between your legs, making you gasp.
“Ready?”
You hear Sebastian voice against your ear. Making you shiver, and the only answer you give is a nod.
And you don’t know if you regret that decision or want to thank Merlin for it because the second you answer one of his fingers enters you. A moan that you try to suppress leaves you, and you hear Sebastian voice start telling you the content of your notes, soft and low. Even if you try to put your attention to his voice, it would automatically go to that finger moving in and out.
“Sebastian”
A groan, leaves you as a need for more overcomes you. And you get what you desire, and he pushes another one inside. A desperate moan leaves you. What is happening, just moments before you were learning and now your body screams with a buss as Sebastian sallow, your best friend, the boy your heart seems to skip a beat for, is fingers deep inside you whispering information into your ear that you don’t even seem to understand. In-between the soft notes there is a casual “you’re doing so good”, and “that’s it little serpent.” This feels unreal, even more as Sebastian ads finger for finger, making the knot in your stomach tighter. It felt good, too good. Your clothes stuck to your body from the heat, those god awful ropes pressing against your chest and arms. Your breath quickens, your breathy moans getting to a higher pitch as you Whine out
“Sebastian”
The tight knot that seemed like it would choke you finally undone itself as you just tip over the edge. Your eyes in the back of your head, and your back arching.
“You did it dove” Sebastian voice whispers soft.
When he finally stopped, you were breathless, disoriented.
“You did well,” Sebastian whispered.
“What… was that?” you asked, your voice unsteady.
“A lesson. And you enjoyed it, didn’t you?” His tone was teasing, but there was warmth behind it.
“I… maybe. But how is that supposed to help?” Your cheeks burned.
“Let’s test it.” He leaned back slightly. “What spell did I use to summon these ropes?”
You stared, mind flashing back to the memory of his voice, the whispered word in the dark.
“ Incarcerours,” you said without hesitation.
His smirk widened. “See? Passion, little serpent.”
He flicked his wand, and the ropes fell loose. “I think that’s enough for today, don’t you? We can continue tomorrow if you’re up for it.”
Still flushed, you scrambled to your feet.
“Also,” he added, voice warm with amusement, “you might want to change clothes.”
Your face burned hotter. With a hurried, “Thank you, Sebastian,” you bolted.
That night, as you fell into bed, you tried to make sense of what happened why it happened and, most of all, what in Merlin’s name he was planning for tomorrow.
Sebastian helps you study for your N.E.W.T.s one lesson in every subject with a different spell or Plant to make you remember your stuff (Just the introduction for now but the Chapters will come)
Rating: +18, Adult content
Fandom: Hogwarts Legacy
Relationships: Sebastian Sallow × Reader
Tags: future explicit Sexual content, various Kinks
Introduction
You sit in the library, hunched over a stack of textbooks, your head pounding as the N.E.W.T.s creep closer and closer. You’ve never struggled like this before. Normally, studying is second nature, but lately… everything feels off.
Your nights are filled with thoughts of death, battles, and the uncertainty of your next move. On top of that, your heart has chosen the worst possible time to realize what it wants or rather, who it wants. Sebastian Sallow. Your classmate. Your friend. After everything you’ve been through together, you can’t help but notice him in a different light.
Your eyes droop, the words on the page blurring into one shapeless mess.
“Urg” you groan under your breath.
“Are my eyes playing tricks on me, or is the Hogwarts legend actually struggling over some books?”
A teasing voice comes from beside you.
“Oh, shut up, Sebastian,” you snap back, but it only makes him chuckle.
“What is it you’re struggling with?” he asks, his voice still teasing, but softened with a hint of concern.
“Everything,” you reply dryly.
“Really?” He sounds mockingly shocked. “You’re doing worse than I thought,” he adds, amused.
“I don’t need your help if you’re just going to make fun of me,” you mutter, annoyed.
“Calm down,” he says, still smirking. “I’ll help you. And I already know exactly how to make sure you remember everything… or at least make studying more enjoyable.”
You narrow your eyes. “And how exactly would you do that?”
“That,” he says, a suspicious smile curling on his lips, “you’ll find out tomorrow. In my dorm. And don’t bother bringing your books — you won’t need them.”
You hesitate. “Do I really want to study with you?”
“Oh yes,” he replies, confident as ever.
“But for now, you should put those books back and get some sleep. I’ll need you wide awake tomorrow. Here,let me help.”
His voice softens unexpectedly as he starts picking up some of your books, returning them to their shelves.
That night, as you crawl into bed, your thoughts keep circling back to Sebastian’s smirk. Whatever he has planned for tomorrow… you can’t shake the feeling it’s going to be anything but ordinary.
Well who would have guessed, That Y/N shared a view classes with me, more than I would have thought. We share Chemistry, World History and Algebra. It's a wonder that I didn’t notice her before, how she nearly gave off a light brighter than the sun, How could I not have noticed that Goddess sitting in my classes. Well she is smart or so it seems in class she's always concentrated, answers questions and takes notes. Things I should be doing but she now got my interest and to be honest I would rather look at such beauty than looking at our professor trying to teach us about the time of the Spain Revolution 1936. Which I already know everything about, Its easy to understand really and can be easily read about when picking up a book about it. I think I read like 3 or 4 about it so this lesson is just an easy way to get good grades. She doesn’t seem to struggle in the two other classes we share, only algebra seems to give her a hard time. That explains why she wants my help with it.
“Hey JJ, Can you stop eye fucking that girl, I need your notes of this class and you haven’t done any.” Rafe whispers next to me.
“Would you shut it, and I’m not eye fucking her, she would need to look at me to do that, also not my problem I give you my notes because I want to not because I need to”
I say smirking.
“Oh come on you know I only need the notes to learn”
He whispered.
“I thought you don’t need help with the topic”
I answer. Rafe was one of the seniors I got along with, he was smart but lazy, he understood material quickly but he has the memory of a fish. That's why I lend him my notes so he could refresh his memory every time we do a test.
“Now your just teasing, also you never stared at her before, to be honest you didn’t stare at any kind of girl since I meet you, School was like the one thing you did, to be honest I was worrying you were gay for a long time”
At that I look at him surprised. Me gay? oh come on.
“Well I’m not, and I’m looking at her because she's Beautiful”
I say going back on doing exactly that.
“Well so are many other girls in the room so why her.”
I hate that he can be that smart sometimes.
“Because she asked me to tutor her, and now she caught my interest”
I explain.
“Ohh, Now I get it”
Rafe answers with a smirk
“Maybank, do you have anything you would like to say to the class since you seemed to be in a heated conversation with Cameron”
The professor asks and the room is silent.
“No mam, nothing to add Rafe just wanted to know the exact date of the start of the revolution he didn’t catch it”
I explain my student smile put on.
“Oh well you could have asked Cameron, There is no shame in it but I would expect you to know it since I have been talking about it for the past hour”
The professor explains and goes back to talking about the revolution.
“You really needed to throw me under the bus like that ?”
I smile
“Yes”
a simple and well meant answer.Rafe gave a groan and rolled his eyes before finally paying attention to the lesson. While I put my attention back on her, Her head turned from the professor to her notes. hmm, I think tutoring her will be finally fun, not like the others, they are just dens, I explain it to them the easiest way possible, really I do no joking, and they just don’t get it and come with the answer ‘This is useless when should I need this in life’ and they are not wrong but you need this material to pass your exams so I guess you need it once you graduate. She will be different, I know it.
This is going to be a multi chapter fanfiction with late updates, sorry
Summery
Y/N a junior student in high school, smart, beautiful, and sweet as well. What happens when Y/N meets an equally smart, sweet boy just a year above.
JJ Maybank, a typical nerd just without the “ugly” Versace, No nerdy glasses, unless he is reading, no greasy hair, and his style is not bad, he may be handsome, but he only stands in the shadows of the beauty of Y/N, and he does not complain, not even when they catch him by surprise no not even then, in such a moment he may even thank the gods for blessing him like that.
A high shool AU Romance betwean the female reader and Nerdy!JJ
JJ POV
I hate fucking Chemistry
Well not hate I’m good at chemistry but this homework is a pain. Normally no problem but formulas are boring to a point where I'd rather try to see if I can fly once jumping out a window.
The library is quiet, normal Volume. You could hear some people laugh and obviously gossip about other people, The Library is, not as commonly mistaken a “nerd” place were everybody is there to read and learn an no cool kid come into because books are stupid but more of a spot for the students, like me, to hang out and just chill I guess. I only come here for my homework and the tutoring I do, The money has to come from somewhere. My brain finally coming back from my inner monologue to look back at my homework, noticing a small shadow that was obviously not mine. Not thinking much of it I glance in the direction into a pair of beautiful, no, gorgeous, just amazing eyes. That sounded weird. She seemed to come out of the trance, her cheeks coloring into a soft shade of pink, or I’m imagining it.
>>Hm, I<<
Came out of her mouth as she looked around avoiding eye contact
>>Do you need help with something?<< I ask.
>>No, but you look like you need it<< she seemed surprised by her statement.
>>excuse me?<<
I don’t look that helpless do I?
>>I, Sorry I didn’t mean like that, what I meant was that you looked like you could use some help with your homework<<
She started rambling, it was cute. I smirked at her rambling.
>>How would you help me with my homework your not a senior or I would know you<< I comment, It's true I know the other seniors, I’m the first one they ask for the homework when they forgot to do it, the years below me don’t do that, I don’t know if they don’t need it or they are too nervous to ask.
>>Because I’m in the same Chemistry class as you, Even if I wasn’t just because I’m a year below you doesn't mean I couldn’t solve or do the homework of the year above, I’m not dumb<< She snaps back.
>>Ohh sassy, Okey if you say so come sit and help this oh so lost Senior.<< I say as I pull the chair next to mine out and pat it. She put her Books down on the table, sat down next to me and started pointing and explaining things for the homework. I knew the things she said already but it felt different hearing her explain all this. Maybe because she's beautiful or because shes a student, not some professor gagging this shit into my brain. As I finished the homework assignment, with her help, I closed the book and looked at her. She looked pretty proud.
>>Thank you, ahm<< I just realized I dint even know her name, probably something fittingly beautiful.
>>I didn’t catch your name<< I state.
>>Can't catch something that wasn’t thrown at you, I’m Y/N<< She says with confidence. Knew it.
>>Well it's nice to meet you Y/N, and thank you for your help. You could make a good tutor.<< She had the potential.
>>You think so?<< Her question came not with surprise but some kind of pride.
>>As I am one myself I would say so<< I answer with my own kind of pride.
>>You tutor? What kind of classes?<< She seemed interested.
>>Everything language and math related basically<<
>>So you could tutor me in Algebra right?<< Oh how I would love to.
>>Yes tactically but you would have to pay the hours that I would help you<< I could give her a discount or something to make it look like a thank you but I need the money.
>>That’s no problem, how much do you take?<< hm, either she has rich parents or she doesn't give two shits about her money.
>>I charge 5$ per hour<< I explained to her. >>Done, Do you have some kind of working hours or something ?<< I looked at her surprised, no hesitation coming from her.
>>I could do Mondays and Fridays around the same time as now<<
>>Perfect, so Mondays and Fridays around 4pm<<
>>You got yourself a deal, Miss Y/N<< I gave her my hand to shake, if we are making a deal then we have to do it properly, she took it and shook with a smile on her face.
>>Im JJ by the way,<<
>>Does it stand for something<< She asked her brows forming a frown, could she be more cute.
>>For my name obviously<<
>>Haha<< She gave a sarcastic smile. >>Is your name so stupid that you have to cut it short to two letters ?<< I chuckle.
>>Maybe, maybe not who are you to find out ?<<
>>I’m your student so I will have another time to get it out of you.<< Oh she was eager, I could see it in her eyes, a flicker of challenge. She stood up and took her books ready to leave. It filled me with a feeling of slight disappointment.
>>Till Friday, JJ<< She said standing ready to walk.
>>Till Friday Y/N<< She walked off leaving me with a smile on my face. Guess I found something to focus on now in my lecturers, especially the ones we share.
Notes
I hope you liked this one, wrote it on a post that my friend saw, I am open for suggestions, rewiews as well as corrections since I just watchedd a view episoeds of the series and would like to respect the canon characters.
Hi, I'm a German teen and I have been writing for a while now. I have written short stories and some fan fictions which are also on this platform. I love to write, and I started the side quest to write a book, with the Title Loved by death. I have Plot, Characters, all planned out, and I just finished the first chapter, but I'm questioning if anyone would actually read it, so I'm asking the people on here if they would.
So plot: The Main character, Melanthe (Meaning Dark flower by the way) Sallis, is a normal High school senior, who lives with her best friend Nisha, and works at a Bookstore to get some extra money. But as her Grandmother dies one day, she realizes she can see something nobody outside her knowledge can see, She can see the Greek Gods.
The story would be a romance between the Greek God Thanatos and the Main character Melanthe. It would be in a more modern setting, with some of the Gods having businesses or clubs just unknown to mortals. I do want to write Enemies to lovers with a bit of forbidden Love maybe since you know Death god and everything, but I'm not sure. Now to the important question, would you read it or no. And regardless of answer, why ? I'm going to put the PROLOG after the cut if you want a read of my writing style. I would be thankful for every review, don't care if bad or good, and if I get enough reviews I would start to post some updates on the book. Thank you for reading.
It started on the one day I will never forget. The day my grandmother died.
I was sitting in the living room, my grandpa sitting on the sofa while I sat in the big chair with a look at the front door I heard my sister upstairs watching videos, and my Grandmother was ironing clothes in the bedroom. A normal day at my Grandparents house, this is the one place I can let go. Well it was normal till a man stepped into the house, he was tall extremely skinny or his hands were. The rest of his body was covered in a suit, a full black suit. Maybe that’s why his skin looked so white, he nearly had similarity with a skeleton
“Excuse me, who are you ?”
I asked him, I didn’t know my grandparents had planned in any visitors, and they normally don’t when my sister and I stay at their place.
There was no answer.
“Sir, hey I asked who you were” I repeated, he didn’t even seem to acknowledge me he just started to walk up the stairs.
“Hey, what are you doing ? Where do you think you’re going, sir ?” I look at him as he walks up the stairs, for some reason I didn’t hear my grandpa ask who I am talking to, I stood up and followed the man up the stairs. Up I only saw him entering my grandmas room, where just moments before she was ironing clothes.
At this point, I wished I realized that what I saw was just that, something only I could see.
Inside the room laid my grandmother, the Iron standing on the board with the clothing, plugged out, she laid in bed the man standing before it.
Something I still highly believe I dreamed was, seeing a reflection? Ghost? It was in some way my grandmother, but it was not her at all.
My Grandmother laid dead in her bed while that man just stood there, that thing looking like her, in front of him. They most of heard me choke on my breath because they both turned to me, my grandmother with a soft smile and him, he, looked at me like I was crazy. His eyes open wide, his brows frowned.
They disappeared just moments after to be honest I don’t know if it was that or me passing out, because I realized I could see death, the god of death to be exact. I could see Thanatos
My eyes blink open, still numb from whatever it was. I wanted to focus on something, but a purple smoke didn't let me. My lungs hurt, and I wanted to cough but all I could was realize my mouth was gagged by some kind of fabric, I wanted to remove it just to realize That my mouth wasn't the only thing strapped. No my arms were hold down to a metal chair as well as my torso, Just my legs were free still bare from the slits of my white dress I wore to the gala. Without thinking, I wanted to move the chair but oh what surprised It didn't move, not even an inch.
"Ah, our little Piltover mouse woke up"
A Voice said, I looked up to see the Purple smoke fade showing a cat like face, Long ears which seem bitten into, Big white eyes and blond eyebrows, He had Blond hair. The man no Jordle sat right in front of me. I wanted to say something, ask why I'm here, where I am but got reminded that I had a gag in my mouth.
The yourdle just chuckled at my reaction.
"Oh sweet mouse, your not here to argue or ask questions, you're here to answer questions"
He said standing up and walking towards me, Just then I realized That he had no arms, well no flesh ones. He had somewhat robotic arms as well as legs, He was dressed in a white blouse and what looked like a leather vest. He looked ordinarily good for a Yourdle That I suspect is from Zaun. As He stood before me, I needed to tilt my head back to look at him, since he made himself taller with his robotic legs.
"But while we have you here, so nicely Strapped, Why not have some little fun with such a beauty like yourself"
He said while his robotic hand didn't hold the What was it ? A vile of purple liquid, shimmer ?, was laid on my bare thigh. The metal cold on my skin made it twitch with the feeling.
I looked at it before looking up at him in horror, I wanted to tear it away, but the pressure of his hand on my thigh didn't let me. I squirmed and wiggled, trying to get away from the cold feeling. Before my Neck was met with a cold and pressing against it, not strong enough to choke me but enough to show that he could. The vile of shimmer in his pocket
"Stop squirming darling, you will like it, I promise"
He said as His hand on my thigh moved up closer to the inside, sliding under the fabric of my dress. My breath became raged and fast, but it got stuck in my throat as I felt two of the metal fingers against my folds. I jumped as he moved between them. A muffled whine escaping me. He just chuckled before he pulled them up to our faces, showing how they're shining with a thin layer of wetness as he rubs them together
"That eager, are we, little mouse?"
He asks with a grin, tightening his grip around my neck.
As his fingers moved back between my legs, just this time one of them pushed inside. I squirmed, my body wanting to press against it, but my mind wanted to move away. The Feeling of Cold metal is weird but strangely good. He slowly started to press further. I could feel the metal connection between the knuckles inside me. A groan escapes me, loud even with the gag. It made the yourdle grin showing of his teeth. And press his hand against my throat, further making it worse to breath. There was a soft pain from it as the tips of his metal fingers poked into my neck. He started to move his finger first, slow, before he picked up the paste. My Body started to tense, my finger crawling into the armrest's small huffs trying to escape in a shameful way to grasp for air. As he thought time was good, he added another finger, The cold surprising me again. I jumped as his thumb pressed against my clit. A muffled fuck went out of my mouth As the unexpected pleasure came over me. He started to move his fingers first in and out before slowly starting to Scissor inside, His thumb started to slowly circle my clit. My eyes were shut as I tilted my head back, as his fingers moved. The feeling so new but at the same time so fucking good. I tried to move my hips against his movements.
"You're sure you're high society little mouse? You look more like a whore like this"
The yourdle says with a growling, deep tone.
I moaned, Why did I find this good, why was this so fucking good.
His fingers moved clearly looking for something, Fuck he was deep, Before a joint went through my body, I moaned loud shamless, and the yourdle just laughed. He started to target the point, not always hitting it, but when he did my body screamed in pleasure. The movement and time blurred together as tears formed in my eyes, coming closer to the hill. There was a pressure in my abdomen, building up like a wave. As it built up and was close to crashing, He removed the hand around my neck, cut the gag in my mouth, but not slowing his fingers. I moaned loudly, gasping for air as My back arched as much as the rope around my torso allowed me to. As the wave crashed over my body, I came over his fingers.
My eyes were shut, and my head leaned against the chair back, still catching my breath. As a wet hand went to my hair, I pulled my hair back and my eyes opened in a thin slit just to see the yordle take a puff from the purple vile and breathe the smoke in my still open mouth. As I breathed it in I cough, the yordle laughed and let go of my head as I heard a door open and steps.
"What did you do, Smeech?"
A male voice asked. And the yordle laughed.
"I just had some fun, wanted to make sure she was easy to talk to"
He said
"She is all yours Silko"
I heard him say before his steps moved away, and the door was shut.
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