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One of my old Higgs Monaghan x gn!Reader fanfics. Warning: contains smut

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Fate | Higgs Monaghan x Reader

Another idea somewhat Similar to Follow me , where he finds the reader stranded.

Wordcount: 1061

Fate

The gold-trimmed edge that your exploring digits slid across felt icy as it met their numbness.

It felt like nothing, yet something simultaneously, and in your delirious mind, you couldn't fathom what stood before you.

As you looked up the image of death that stared down, he, himself, was intently focused on your caress; on the acceptance you greeted it with as your knees visbally quivered.

-As your mortality was evident.

"Stay with me…" you begged.

Although it'd been a possibility, you'd always feared dying alone.

But even so, If you'd spent your life seldom, would it be greedy to ask for just a touch of mercy at your end?

Even if it was from death itself.

Somewhere in your mind, where all of your collected thoughts that hardly mattered went, it existed.

"Please?" you were not above begging, hoping to trade off your end with something kinder.

Your hazy vision became even more obscured by your sorrow, making gloom and gold the only thing you could make out.

Heavy thunderstorms boomed far in the distance, their echoes, though merely fractions of their true roar, still making you shiver as they reached you.

'It's cold…'

"It's So cold," you shivered, and you dared to complain with a shattered smile.

You broke before the sky did, and as you did, you cried.

The soaked ground beneath you felt as though it'd swallowed you down with each step you took, and before you collapsed to its suffocating demise, you put all of your strength into holding on to what was closest.

The hooded figure held genuine curiosity that was conveyed by the slow head tilt that proceeded as he watched with interest.

-then surprised at your desperation as your arms held onto his legs.

Much more, when you looked up at him with strangely beautiful eyes that held not only the sorrows of the day but the ghosts of their predecessors.

He felt something odd, something forgiving.

a hand gloved in the same thick, black material that draped over his golden, ghastly face came down to you.

It fell to the crown of your head with its large palm before it dipped down and slowly shifted.

Soon, the back of his fingers scaled down your somber expression before it rested, as the deep blue gaze hidden behind shadows and thick lenses admired you.

Death, as you knew it gazed down at you with a flourish of something tangible as you existed with peace in the comfort of his single hand that had done nothing but form craters and bring disaster.

Beneath his mask that hid his true face, Higgs smiled.

He did so gently as he tutted at such a precious find in this world of seemingly endless cataclysms.

He came down to your level, and as your lip quivered while you tried to speak, a finger was pressed to them, gently seeking silence from you.

"Shhh..."

If only you knew how alluring you looked when you gazed up at him so utterly hopeful for his mercy, you wouldn't later have the insistency to question him on the matter.

★ ★ ★

"Higgs," you said with interest as you looked over to the large beast he created, bringing it forth with the same hand that had been so gentle with you before and had never once searched for you amid the dooms he created.

"Darlin?" he asked back with a soft purr, hardly turning to look at you, only shifting his eyes.

And without the placement of that mask you've gotten so used to gazing at, you could actually catch the moment his eyes greeted yours, rather than just feel it.

Against your will, your smile formed, although it was soft and nearly nonextant as he addressed you, never with your name, but with something sweeter.

You stepped closer to him and as you did, the gear you wore, and that had once felt like just a bit too much felt like a second part of you.

Either by coincidence or careful planning, it matched his, and it made you feel somewhat closer, moreso when he'd been so animated when he'd presented it to you, pointing out the detail.

-Especially the cloak that flowed just a bit longer than his did.

"More coverage," he murmured as he brought down your hood and marveled at you with what started off as a musing pout, then morphed into a triumphant grin.

He made sure to clothe you properly, where not a drop could reach you, and it was without a doubt he cared about you.

But why?

"Why do you keep me around?" you asked him, and as self-deplorable as the question should sound, you held more curiosity than anything.

You could see his eyes gently close as a little smirk tugged at his lips,

"That little question of yours..." he murmured as his mask manifested, and he finally decided to turn to you, approaching you with ease.

And the man who almost always had something to say, fell silent.

Soon reaching you, the back of his fingers began to caress the length of your face before they dipped down your chin and fell to his side again.

If only he could tell you why he'd kept you so close, saving you from the timefall; why he'd created rifts in dimensions to ensure your safety while knowing nothing about you.

-if only he knew himself.

But all he could really tell you was the events of the day, just as you remembered them.

As he approached you, he moved just as the beast he created did, with a predatory stalk that rounded prey before it pounced.

Soon he stood behind you, and as his arm fell over your shoulder and crossed your chest, he held you close, his obscured face resting by your neck.

He took in a long breath while your body submitted, falling back into his embrace that felt so familiar and comforting.

"Fate... I suppose," he murmured coyly as the sky roared, and the air felt thicker.

And if you admitted to anyone else how much you loved the atmosphere now, you'd be considered just as deranged as the man who held you so gently now.

"So cold..." you breathed, not really bothered by the weather, finding warmth in your gear, and the transferred heat of his embrace.

" Hold me closer...."

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Cleaning up Your Mess

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A/N: Hey, would you look at that? I'm not dead! Aaaaaand I also brought you an offering of some fresh smut. No plot, just smut. 😂😂

I'd like to say I have a better reason for being gone other than being hyper fixated with a Swedish pretend satanic band and perhaps writing a few things for them on a secret AO3 account but here I am anyway.

Enjoy! ❤️

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Your hips tilt off the bed as your fingers continue pumping in and out of your soaked walls, your other hand frantically rubbing your clit as you feel your orgasm quickly approching. The distant sounds of the distribution centre had faded away, the dim lights of your private room nonexistent. All that existed was the feeling of your rapdily approaching orgasm and the fantasy of your beloved Higgs fucking your brains out. Your moans get louder, the lewd wet sounds of your dripping core getting more rapid as you clench tightly around your fingers, hips rocking their way through the waves of sheer pleasure that rippled throughout your body. 

You finally fall back on the pillows with a contented sigh, body completely lax as you feel your fluids drying on your thighs and fingers. 

"That was one helluva show there darlin'". 

Your full body jerks in fright with a loud yelp as you scramble to cover your naked body with the sheets to hide it from the intruder. It was Higgs. 

You throw a pillow at him in annoyance, all the more annoyed when he catches it easily and drops it to the floor. 

"Asshole". You mutter, crossing your arms with a pout. 

"Abso-fucking-lutely but I've deicded to be nice today and help you clean up your mess". 

"Huh?" 

Higgs tugs the sheets off your body, eyes shining with arousal at the sight of you completely bare for him. You look away shyly with a blush before sheepishly spreading your thighs showing him your messy wet folds and still swollen clit. 

He stalks towards you slowly before crawling up the bed, settling himself between your legs.

Higgs begins giving you long languid licks, hands splayed over your thighs to hold them open as they begin to shake slightly with the over stimulation. He was always so damn talented with that tongue, your eyes rolling back in your head as he swirls it around your extra sensitive clit. Your hands wind into Higgs' usually perfectly combed hair, nails scratching at his scalp as you try desperately to get more friction on your already quivering folds. He acts like he doesn't notice, fingers drumming on your thighs like his mind is elsewhere as he continues giving your soaked core these leisurely licks like he has all the time in the world. 

"Higgs!" You plead, tugging on the soft strands as tears sting your eyes, and your stomach tightens in anticipation. 

"I'm just cleaning up the mess my dirty little sweet thing made, it's not my fault if you end up cumming again". His chin is glistening as he smirks up at you, eyeliner beginning to run down his cheeks. "But if you do..." he chuckles darkly. "I'll just have to keep cleaning you up".

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"Yes my treasure?"

Just got caught up with Hellish Rebuke by @bludazey and couldn't resist doing another render of Lilith and Ascended Astarion. If you haven't checked it out on Archive of Our Own I totally reccomend it!

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Commission done for @bludazey.

Again if you haven't read Hellish Rebuke on A03 I totally recommend it for you all you Ascended Astarion fans out there!

Completed in Daz Studio using Iray Render

Assets are from Renderhub and the Daz Store

Do not repost without my permission.

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Please knock 🙏

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Help why is this so funny

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Team building

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Favorite

You are Astarion’s favorite blood sacrifice. He decides to reward you for it.

Characters: Yandere!Ascended!Astarion x GN!Reader Fandom: Baldur’s Gate 3 Warnings: Yandere, Vampires, Reader nearly dies, Blood being mentioned in all manners, Biting, Death mention, Minor sexual hints, Desperation, Possessiveness, Obsessiveness, Minor violent acts (not directed at reader except biting)

a/n: I don’t have a big Halloween story for you guys, but I’ve been trying to get back into writing more and I’ve been working on this story the last couple of days, so I hope you enjoy it ♥ (I mean it’s vampires so that’s almost Halloween-themed right???)

Darkness is a vampire’s best friend. 

It shields them, hides them, benefits them—all without expecting something in return. It’s nature’s way of making up for all the pain and suffering it put its less loved children of the night through, and they welcome it, moonlight glistening on their skin, their perception so much sharper without the fear of sunlight’s burn. 

Like eager partners in crime, a vampire’s gifts are amplified by what the darkness provides. They stalk in the shadowy coat of the night; see the prey that wants to stay unseen. Their voices, mellow and honeyed, sound even sweeter, whispered in the ears of those who wander into the vampire’s hunting grounds as the creatures lure their prey with promises of grandeur. Fame, money, lust. It seems to be all that their food desires. What more could someone want who’s unaware of being tricked? And so they follow wherever the masters of night command them. 

Deeper and deeper into the darkness.

“Hello, darling.”

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PS5 Harry Osborn x Reader requested by @seele-opal - how abt something with harry and the symbiote before he went full venom? maybe something abt how it'll react to its hosts' romantic partner

Trigger Warning! This story contains violence and talks about abuse, suicide  and death!

You went to high school with Peter Parker, Mary Jane Watson and Harry Osborn. They were always nice to you but often left you to your own devices. A couple times you had scared off Flash and his buddies due to your wit and unwavering hate for the school bullies. When you heard Harry’s mother had died, you secretly started to make copies of your school work and put his name on them to lessen the load for him when he returned to school. You had kept your secret hidden well for a while until you ran into Peter Parker in the school library. Well more like he ran into you, papers scattered everywhere and as Peter helped you pick them up he saw doubles of each paper you were working on. 

“So you’re the one passing Harry in Honors Lit and Economics.” He whispered. You shrugged. 

“He’s going through it. Thought I’d lighten the load.” After that, Peter and MJ started eating lunch at your table. They never forced you to take your headphones out when you wanted to eat while listening to music or if you didn’t say anything at all. In fact, you were starting to like their company. Harry eventually came back to school and was surprised to know he wasn’t missing many assignments. Peter of course brought him up to speed and later that day you received a note in your locker. It was from Harry, a thank you note for helping him out. You smiled and tucked it into your bag then someone cleared their voice behind you. You turned to see Harry himself holding a small bunch of violets. 

“I know they aren’t much and I picked them outside the school but I wanted to get you something and MJ said you keep drawing violets on your paper when you're bored.” You blink not knowing just how closely those two had paid attention to you. You swallowed roughly and a small smile appeared on your face. 

“Thanks. That was really nice of you.” Harry laughed. 

“You…I’m the one that should be on my knees thanking you. I’m still going to graduate on time because of you.” You shook your head. 

“It was nothing really. It’s tough to go through…a loss. It sucks. Feels like you’ve been gutted and your chest feels like someone keeps putting weight on it. It’s hard to even get up and walk most days.” You chose your words carefully. 

“Sounds like you’re familiar with this.” Harry’s eyes dropped down, tears starting to well up in his eyes. Your heart started to break. No one had been there to hold you together when your sister died by suicide. You had to hold everyone together because they were falling apart and looking to you, the oldest sibling, to fill in the cracks. It was so hard but you got through it. Now you go to therapy once a week to correct all the damage done to your mind. 

“I am.” You say stepping closer. “If…uh…I’m a good listener. You know, whenever.” Harry met your eyes and a small smile appeared on his face. 

“Thanks. I gotta go meet up with Pete for a project but catch you later?” You nodded and laughed as Harry waved goodbye. A couple weeks later Harry took you out on a date and you guys were a thing, not really a couple officially but a thing. MJ and Peter had the same thing going on. You even had your first kiss together in Pete’s backyard when you guys hung out for a movie night. Pete and MJ had gone into get more snacks and silence fell between you and Harry. You turned to him to ask him something when he kissed you. It wasn’t a perfect kiss by any means but you both kissed each other and then DIDN'T SPEAK OF IT AGAIN. Awkward as both were, kisses were still stolen in private. Graduation came and went but all of you kept in touch until Harry just disappeared one day to go to Europe. Eventually Peter and MJ found out what had happened to him, he wasn’t in Europe. He was sick and dying, he had been diagnosed with the same disease his mother died from. Shock would be an understatement as MJ was telling you this over the phone. 

“Shit that's..awful. Where are you now?” You ask when you hear a honking noise from outside your apartment complex. “Outside. Come on.” MJ answers. You laugh and grab your bag and head out the door to run into…Harry Osborn? After not seeing him in months you expected from him to be sickly, dying but he looked just like you remembered him. 

“Woah. Sorry. Uh…” He said steadying himself with his cane. You held him, got his footing and waited. “I had this whole image of me learning on the wall over here all cool while you came outside but got too excited I guess.” He even sounded the same. He had the same bright tone in his voice and he didn’t sound out of breath or anything. The look in his eyes confused you. You couldn't understand what it was but he was looking at you like he was fighting something back. But still you huff out a laugh. 

“How bout you get more of your strength back then you can try to put the moves on me, OK?” Harry laughed and pulled you into a hug. You wrapped your arms around him and let him hug you for as long as he wanted. 

“Thought I’d never see you again.” He whispered. You held on tighter and Harry let you go. “I’m sorry. I was being treated here in the city and didn't want you to worry about me. I’m OK though. I’m in remission.” Your jaw dropped. 

“That’s great. I’m glad to hear it.” Then another honk came from behind Harry. Peter was honking Harry’s car. 

“COME ON! I’D LIKE TO GET TO CONEY ISLAND TODAY!” You laughed and rolled your eyes. Harry offered you his arm and you both laughed as you carefully assented down the stairs. MJ opened the car door for you and held out a hand as you climbed in. Harry got into the driver's seat and drove to the docks where you guys caught a boat to Coney Island. Once there, all four of you went on all your favorite rides. It was just like back in high school except trouble struck. The villain known as Tombstone was captured by other bad guys? You weren’t sure because all you could do was look for your friends as you all had been separated. Tombstone looked so scared. You felt bad for him, just seconds ago he was telling you where to get the best caramel apples on Coney Island and even said thank you for talking to him. Well these people were trying to take him so as SpiderMonkey was fighting most of them off you went to try and help Tombstone. A net had been thrown on him so you started to cut it with your pocket knife, trying to free him. 

“Get outta here kid! It aint gonna cut it!” He shouted at you but you were determined to help him until you were thrown to the side landing rough. You look up to see a man standing over you with a knife. You kick him in the shin and take off only to have a sharp pain run up your thigh. The bastard had thrown his knife and it sliced through your thigh. You fell and held your hand to you leg hoping to stop the bleeding. As you hid around a corner Spider-man ran off to save the people on the busted roller coaster. You started to get light headed, wanting to call out to the hero but didn’t want the people on the roller coaster to die. 

“OH MY GOD!” You feel someone jerk you which makes you yell out in pain. You look to see MJ’s scared eyes. “Ohmygodohmygod oh no nonononono. Just stay with me alright? I’m gonna…I’m getting you help just keep putting-HARRY!” MJ screamed. Your eyes started to get heavy. You're losing too much blood. “HEY HEY HEY! DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT! LOOK AT ME!” Hands grab your face and shake slightly. Your eyes try to focus knowing the voice belongs to Harry who was desperately trying to keep you awake. 

“We gotta stop the bleeding! Keep putting pressure on the leg. I'll go get a paramedic!.” MJ says as Harry carefully puts his arm behind you and his other under your legs. He pulls you closer to him and whispers

“Just say with me. OK? I’m not losing you a second time. We barely got a chance to- '' You suddenly feel something crawling up your leg, you don't have the strength to move it but you do have enough to open your eyes. Black goo like tentacles were creeping up your leg, stopping at the gash in your thigh, the goo covers it and the pain slowly fades. Are you imagining this? “Holy shit.” Harry. Harry’s still here? The goo continues to cover your body until everything fades to black. 

You gasp for air look around frantically, your still at Coney Island but on a roof top and someone was still holding you. You look up to see Harry, sitting with you curled up against him. 

“Hey.” He breathes sounding relieved that you woke up. 

“Hi? What happened?” You ask. 

“Well…we need to talk.” You turn to see Peter in a Spider-man suit. “Now I know this might be shocking but-” “Oh please.” You croak. “I’ve known for years.” You say starting to move trying to stand. 

“Woah. Not so fast OK? You lost a lot of blood.” Harry says holding you tighter. “Your body temp is still a little low so just…for now just stay.” 

“I should be dead.” You whisper. “How is it I’m not?” Harry looks to Pete who looks right back at him. 

“I…think I healed you.” Harry says. You blink thinking he’s lost his marbles. 

“Huh.” Then tentacles start peaking out of Harry's back. So you weren’t hallucinating. “Harry what?” 

“It’s my treatment. This exoskeleton suit is healing me but…it healed you leg and then like wrapped around your entire body until you were healed enough. I have no idea who it works but I’m glad it did.” Your jaw is still on the floor not knowing what to say. “Pete and I are going to run some tests and you're gonna come. I’m not letting you out of my sight until you see Dr. Connors.” Harry says picking you up with ease. He wasn’t able to do that before. 

“Harry, how-” “The suit. It really did heal me more than I could have hoped for.” 

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Death Stranding | What I Have To Do

Previous:  Stolen Princess

Thoughts are italics in quotations = ‘Example’

Flashbacks are in italics = Example

A/N: ((Most of this takes place before the previous chapter.))

I honestly wish I would have put this in before, but oh well.

Word Count : 5256

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𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

Adam Smasher who finds the newest corpo to be a rather nice piece of fuckable meat. Oh shit...

Adam Smasher who practically knows everything about you before you've even laid eyes on the scary motherfucker.

Adam Smasher who keeps tabs on you more often than not. Consider yourself special because most people aren't even worth his time.

Adam Smasher who has you wondering just who the fuck is watching you. Because you feel like you're being watched. You're thinking it's the head honchos because you're the newest addition but that's bullshit. It's Adam Smasher. Feel special yet?

Adam Smasher who finally takes the opportunity to make his presence seen rather than felt by making himself comfortable in your nice, cushy office. Uh...

Adam Smasher who, upon you courteously inquiring about why he's even in your office (never mind the fact that your voice is practically shaking, you're so fucking on edge), makes some smart-ass, sarcastic remark about your 'nice' office. It isn't nice. They all look the same to him and the decor is shitty.

Adam Smasher who’s having the time of his life making you squirm from behind your desk and he makes your couch his couch. Good luck working.

Adam Smasher who, when he isn't with Yorinobu, is shadowing you. Usually in your office. And scaring the ever-living fuck out of the people who are dumb enough to come in and talk to you by sitting there. On your his couch. Menacingly. Who the fuck are they?

Adam Smasher whose interest in you has attracted the attention of the upper-upper echelon in Arasaka. Smasher's a wildcard at best and who wouldn't jump on the opportunity to keep his ass in line. That's where you come in. Guess you're pretty special after all.

Just Smasher Things...

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If you ever make more.....

I mean...please make more 😆

Yandere Sebastian Michaelis

CWs: stalking, demons, non-con kiss

word count: 1174

It is the cats that draw him, naturally.

He first sees you as you're luring a pregnant queen into a carrier. By the way she butted against your hand, you were already familiar.

"I know, Your Majesty, but I want to get you home before that storm hits." You gaze at the impending clouds in the distance. There was a light snow just the other day, and the cold snap doesn't seem to be getting better.

The lady cat eventually acquiesces, and you saunter away with her.

A few months later, he sees you holding a little orange kitten up for an inn keeper as the man sits on his porch with his morning pipe.

"Rudy will be an excellent mouser, and he's easily the biggest of his litter. He'll keep away other toms."

The man's eyes narrow. "Is he snipped?"

You nod. "Yes, sir, and fully healed. You'll have no kittens from this boy."

After a moment, the inn keeper scratches behind one of the tom's ears. Even from a distance, Sebastian hears the purring of the content little creature.

"All right, I'll take him." There is an exchange, and then you're walking away.

Sebastian follows you home, a quaint little flat that is nevertheless neat-- well, except for the messes made by the Felines residing therein.

There are blankets hither and thither, makeshift toys, the occasional item that has been knocked from a surface.

As you enter, two little tufts of fur amble across your foot, playing until one bites too hard and the other shrieks.

"Alba, don't be so rough with him." You reach down and separate the white and cream girl from her grey brother, kissing both on their noses. "Sorry, Ash, honey." The grey kitten is the smaller of the two.

He watches for a few moments as you put out food. There are three kittens total-- the girl and boy he saw before, and another orange tabby that's lighter in color than the one you gave the inn keeper-- and their mother.

A scraggly old black cat waits for his own bowl. You favor him with pets as he eats, cooing at the ancient creature. "That's my boy."

Hung on one wall is a large map of the area, pins marking locations in different colors, little notes written across it. You hum and place another pin as he watches-- green. It's where the inn stands, unless he's mistaken.

Sebastian smiles to himself as he leaves.

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You don't know you've attracted the attention of a demon. You're just going about your life, providing care for animals, fostering and finding homes for stray cats in particular. People treat cats like garbage so often, and they're really lovely creatures. Cats are caring, social, more intelligent than people give them credit, and can be quite useful.

You've placed mousers on so many farms and local business, even a ship or two.

Your life is fairly quiet unless there are kittens to tend (especially orphans; they take constant care when younger than six weeks).

And then you start waking in the night.

It's nothing, you tell yourself. Just the cats.

But something doesn't feel right.

So you sneak out of bed one night when you just can't put your mind at ease and down the stairs to your living area. Your current fosters are all staring at a shadowed corner, and Whisper (your senior cat, whom you found sick some years ago) sits in your rocking chair, alert. He turns to you with those lantern yellow eyes, then to the corner.

"H-hello?" You don't know what prompts you to speak.. maybe it's the way the cats are acting as if there's something-- someone there. As you watch, little Rufus trills and rubs against the darkness.

You gasp.

Everything seems to happen all at once.

The shadow blurs with movement. You trip over a stair and sprawl back on flight, elbows catching with a bang. The cats scatter. There's a delicate click across the bare parts of your floor. A creak. A soft chuckle. You squeeze your eyes closed.

"My, my, quite the perceptive little thing, aren't you?" The voice is like warm, velvet fur across your electrified nerves, and your fear heightens. "It's alright, Miss." Something brushes your cheek. Your breath rattles in and out.

"What do you want?" The words are so small you wonder that it--he-- they-- hear it.

There's another chuckle, like the being is hovering over you. "I'm merely satisfying my curiosity."

You frown, and the being reads the question there.

"I had to meet these lovely cats you keep safe and warm."

The ludicrous statement forces a nervous giggle from you. "You came to see my cats?"

"Indeed."

It's said with such seriousness that your eyes pop open and your breath comes easier.

In front of you is a man. He's quite handsome; tall, lithe, with hair that blends into the night, skin that gathers what little light slips through your windows, and eyes that bleed crimson even in the inky darkness. He smiles down at you, a beautiful expression.

"How did you get in here?" You wonder.

He gestures. "Through the door."

"But I locked it," you argue.

"Did you?"

Your tongue darts across dry lips. You're certain you did. You do every night. You're very careful about locking your door before bed.

"You know, you're very pretty like this."

Alarms bells sound in your head at the compliment, despite his affable manner.

Your eyes dart around the room, but there's no safety. You slowly ease up a stair.

The sculpted lines of his face fall into a frown. "Are you going to run away from me? That would not be a good idea."

"Why not?" You slip up another step.

His scarlet eyes gleam. "I don't know that I can resist the chase."

Your heart thuds against your ribs, your pulse becomes a rushing river in your ears, and you can feel the beat through the arteries in your throat. As though he can hear your terror, his lips spread in a wide smile.

In the darkness you can just make out the flash of fangs

You turn and flee toward your bedroom.

Before you make it to the top, a vice wraps around one ankle and tugs you down, down, down, bumping painfully along the way.

When you reach the rug in the center of your living area, he flips you into your back, kneeling over your prone form. "I told you running was a bad idea."

He looks like a cat with a cornered mouse. You cower, but his long fingers curls around your wrists before you can curl in on yourself.

"Now you've made me hungry."

Do those canines look longer? Sharper? And his nails are pointed and a black. There's a strange mark on the back of one hand.

"You are too delectable." His tongue flicks wetly across his lips. As he begins to close in, you except you're about to die.

Your body tenses, eyes shut, lips part with a gasp--

And something soft and hot presses to your mouth. Slick muscle strokes against your tongue, and you belatedly realize your midnight visitor is kissing you.

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B L O O D P A S T R I E S

characters / fandom ; f!reader x sebastian michaelis - kuroshitsuji

tw ; begging ; dominance ; dirty talk ; breeding ; nylons/tights ; praise kink? MINORS DNI

word count ; 3k - I got carried away okay!

a/n ; this is my first ever smut fanfic so I’m nervous! I hope you enjoy! feel free to request a character in the comments.

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“Yes, My Lord.”

Those words echoed in your head back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. How you tried your best not to roll your eyes day in and day out at the senseless drabbing from a child. 

You owed it to Ciel, of course. But you were growing tired of his brattish fashions. Everyone seemed to jeer and laugh at his childish bickering except you. If it wasn’t for Sebastian, you would have fled a long time ago. 

“See to it that dinner arrangements are up to my expectations, Sebastian.” he snided.

“Yes, My Lord. As you wish, a Butler must exceed every wish and desire of their master.”

You could hear Mei Rin’s ears blowing steam from across the room. Your lip twitched at his comment, and Sebastian’s crimson eyes danced your direction. Your hands grew cold and your heart raced in your ears. What did he see that you didn’t? Was it as obvious as you thought it was? By the fading smirk across his lips as he walked away, you felt a sigh of relief. 

Nobody knew that in the months since you’ve occupied the Phantomhive Manor, you’ve developed a hard-wired crush on Sebastian. You studied his poise, his mannerisms, his. . . “aura”. You even took it upon yourself to spy on him one day while he was helping Ciel get dressed. Outside of his bedroom, your maid uniform barely concealing your sacred areas as you bent over to peer into the crack of the doorframe, you watched him.

Everything seemed to be normal, until it happened. 

You saw Ciel’s eye, glowing a pigmented sapphire as Sebastian’s glowed a violet red. His mouth extended, revealing fangs of a demon as he smiled triumphantly. Ciel’s sad eyes focused on the floor as Sebastian dressed him in his evening attire, a hint of unspoken pleasure riddling across his face.

You let out a small gasp, only loud enough for you to hear. Or so you thought. Ciel paid it no mind, but Sebastian’s yes darted straight to the door, shutting it closed like magic. It caught you off guard, causing you to stumble to the floor! You covered your mouth, gathered your bearings and flees the hallway as fast as you can!

But you felt watched ever since that day. When you were alone in the hall, when you were outside in the garden, even when you bathed, you felt watched. 

But it was something about Sebastian’s mystery that. . . turned your senses completely on. You would take in his movements, his voice, his posture, and keep them in a small sector of your mind that was unlocked night after night. 

Your whines would echo his name till you fell fast asleep, and the looming presence would vanish. The cycle repeated itself, but you never wanted to stop. It got to the point that, unconsciously, you would try to get in his way, whether it be with help in the kitchen or with a stray black cat, just to eat him to say your name. And that would ring in your head until your legs buckled under the weight and your hands filled with your juices. Your heart would even ache for him to taste you, finger by finger. 

“Y/N? Y/N? Are you listening?”

You snapped out of your fantasy, coming back to reality with a sharp shove. You were standing in the Grand Hall with Sebastian, Mei Rin, Finny and Baldroy all peering at you with curious glances. 

“Hm,” Sebastian cleared his throat, returning to his solitary piece of paper.

Oh heaven’s sake. your nervous hands trembled at your sides as he continued reading off his list. Everyone returned their focus toward’s Sebastian while yours affixed to the floor.

“Finny is to tend to the garden, Mei Rin to the cleaning, Baldroy to the kitchen and- ah- yes-“ your eyes snaked back to Sebastian, only for his ruby eyes to peer directly through you.

“The young master wants a special Pâte Brisée (french pie crust) tonight for his pastry desserts. A shipment of supplies will be arriving in the back. See to it that they 

get unloaded and then make your way to the kitchen for prep.” Was he serious? You couldn’t possibly carry all of that yourself!

“That will be all. I trust you all will execute your tasks to the Master’s satisfaction.” Wait, he wasn’t changing his mind?!

“Yes sir!” everyone shouted, scurrying in different directions to prepare for the evening. Was the Lord expecting company? Ugh! the lack of clear communication in this place was driving you insane!

Watching the door’s close, you turned back to see everyone was gone! With a frustrated huff, you hurried to the back of the manor, already contemplating a plan in your head as to how you’re going to unload flour, and salt, and sugar, and fresh butter. 

With a sigh, you felt your shoulders weaken already at the thought.

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Coming to the back, your jaws dropped at the crates of baking supplies already unloaded to perfection. There was a crowbar next to a box of flour that seemed to have the top lifted already. You were thankful the hardest part was over, but now the harder part was beginning.

You dug in the crate, hoisted a sack of flour over your shoulder, and lightly jogged to the storage chamber outside. 

You fetched the storage key from underneath your blouse, fastened it into the lock and helped yourself inside. Once inside, your eyes quickly adjusted to the dim lighting surrounding multiple supplies, peering corner to corner for a spot to place this ridiculously heavy bit of flour! Your arms shaking, you found a clear area to create a new pile of stock, but before you walked back outside, you saw a raspberry-colored Phantomhive bunny rabbit toy carefully stuffed between two barrels.

Odd. You thought, crouching down to retrieve the rabbit. It took a few tugs, but once3 you were able to pull the rabbit from its smushed crevices, you exclaimed for joy!

Click!

What was that noise?! Was that the door! Who must have locked it!

With the bunny still in your hands, you turned back to the doorway, your heart racing in your ears. Then, out of nowhere, a cool breeze crept up the back of your neck. Your hairs stood on edge! This was a carefully constructed storage facility, why was there a sudden breeze!

“Oh, Y/N, it seems as though you’ve fallen short of completing your tasks.” That voice, the same voice that was woven with dark silk echoed in the storage house. But- where was-!

“That just won’t do for a Phantomhive employee. Tell me,”

Suddenly, a pressure pinned you down against a large crate, causing you to drop the rabbit toy at your feet. You shifted your body in a failed attempt to stand to your feet, but the pressure only increased to keep you still. The invisible force grew heavier until you could feel a pair of hands hold your arms behind you.

“Sebastian, you have to let me go so I can finish!” you pleaded, crossing your legs as best as you could to prevent your dress from hiking further.

“Oh, that just won’t do. You see, Y/N, I know you have been performing at a suboptimal level for a while now. And I can’t say that the Master will be too pleased that one of his workers are causing the ship to sink.”

“T-that’s not, true.” you shaking my disagreed. You didn’t want to admit that in Sebastian’s passing you would drop a plate or burn your hand or slice your skin by mistake. Not in this, vulnerable, of a position.

“Well,” Sebastian sucked his teeth in a teasing manner, his physical form manifesting in a tuft of thin black smoke. He leaned his torso down to press you onto the crate further as a smile spread across his face.

“If that isn’t the case, then just what has you so distracted?” you could tell in his tone that he knew the answer all too well.

“Because by the sounds I’ve heard from your bedchamber,” he whispered in your ear, his warm breath tickling the rim, causing your stomach to drop to your toes.

“It seems like I’m to blame, M’lady.”

“That’s not-!”

“But I’ll tell you what,” he continued on, ignoring your flustered disposition. Your body grew hot and you were more than certain he could smell your essence building from how you were position. You tried to push the looming fantasy out of your mind, but the way Sebastian’s knee was softly placed between your legs, faintly rubbing the crotch of your pantyhose, your mind was beginning to melt and your legs beginning to grow weaker.

“As I am already bounded to the Lord by Contract, I cannot be a fully devoted servant to you. But,” his crimson eyes glowed fuschia in the darkness, his fangs protruding from his lips in a smile, “I only have one request, and I will let you go.”

He took your silence as a sign to continue.

“Repeat what you said last night. And don’t be shy. I’d just like to hear it again from those lovely lips of yours.”

“Wha- No- I can’t,” you tried to shift again, but Sebastian was just too strong. He suckled on your ear, humming gleefully at the sight of you fighting his constraints like a delicate white rabbit in the clutches of a wolf.

“And why not?” he hummed, “You sounded euphoric as you reached your peak. Please, let me hear it.”

You knew he wasn’t going to let up if you refused. Your pride had slithered to the ground the second Sebastian pinned you down. With a hard swallow, you looked ahead in the darkness, your cheeks burning the same intensity as your quivering sex.

“Sebastian, p-please,”

“With more confidence, lass. The same- exact- way.”

You swallowed again. His demanding tone turned you on more and more without you fully realizing it. You wanted to please him, and you had a feeling he knew you did.

“Sebastian,” you sighed, embarrassed at what’s about to leave your lips. “I want to feel you inside of me. Please make me yours again and again for as long as you’ll have me. I want to feel all of you. I can’t wait any longer!”

The air was silent. All you could hear was your heart. And suddenly, you were turned around to face Sebastian’s. You two were once in the darkness, but like magic candles began to light themselves in a circle around you two. He leaned down to meet your gaze, his crimson eyes burning right through you just like he did in the Grand Hall.

“Is that what you wish, My Lady?”

Shyly, you nodded your head. You could feel him opening your legs inch by inch, causing your pantyhose to rip further up the inseam and splitting at your crotch.

“Well then, I am but a humble servant. And your wish, is my fulfillment.”

Roughly, he pressed his lips to you in a hungered kiss. If you weren’t mistaken, you would have assumed he wanted this the same way you wanted this moment to happen. His tongue found yours and the two danced together for what felt like an eternity. Your nipples hardened under your blouse and your sex began to throb, aching for his touch.

You dreamed about this moment for months and to have it actually happen placed you on a high that you refused to come down from. No amounts of Opium could match this.

He broke the kiss, spittle landing on your chin while you caught your breath. Holding your gaze, he snaked his hand up to your blouse and gave your breast a firm squeeze, rubbing them in small circles as his gaze continued to plaster on you.

“Look at me, Y/N.”

You didn’t want him to see how much you enjoyed it, but you didn’t want to disobey him. He smirked down at you, squeezing your breasts admirably. He took your nipple between his fingers and gave them a soft pinch, sending your back arched in the air and your legs attempting to close as your clit began to throb, aching for more.

“Ah ah ah,” he teased, his voice rumbling in a chuckle.

“Is this not what you wanted?” he asked, his teeth pulling off his glove tantrically slow. You could see his fangs sinking into the fabric and a part of you wish it was you he was sinking his teeth in.

“Y- yes, Sebastian.” you breathed. You watched his free hand trace his clawed finger down your blouse downwards between your legs. Without much effort, his ripped the crotch area of your pantyhose, sliding them down to your ankles. With another rip, he completely split them in two and returned to his original spot between your legs. Without announcement, he sunk his fingers into you, rubbing your clit with his long, sim thumb. Your essence slicked down his wrist, creating a moist, squishing sound as he prodded in and out of you.

“My my, you were more ready than I thought you were.” he retracted his fingers, suckling each one like your juices were remnants of a raspberry sorbet. His fingers met your quivering cunt once more, rocking your body back and forth, grazing against your sweet spot continuously. You covered your mouth, your moans muffled behind your hand as his slender fingers grazed your sensitive areas completely. He enjoyed the sight under him as your breasts rocked up and down, your cunt gripped against his fingers pleadingly, and your moans escalated under its muffled restraint.

He grew tired of not hearing your moans and instead lowered down to kiss you again. Your moans reverberated in his mouth and it was if it fueled his carnal desires. Quickening his pace, he pushed back and forth with a goal in mind. Your juices dripped down the crate and onto the floor, splashing off his wrist and staining his pants. Your hips lifted in the air and he continued his pace, not letting up to aide you in reaching your orgasm. Your groans turned animalistic as your peak grew closer and closer. He smiled in the kiss, biting down on your lip as he prodded one final time until-

“Mmh! Mmh!” Your legs jerked as your body turned to mush underneath him. Your fluids seeped down your legs as your orgasm hit its peak. With your legs still trembling, Sebastian smiled triumphantly. Not giving you a breather, his engorged member rested at the entrance of your begging, throbbing sex. He looked back into your eyes, those same soft red eyes now glowing a lustful crimson undertone.

“Tell me its mine, lass. and I’ll give it to you.”

Your forehead broke out in a sweat as you tried to catch your breath. You didn’t say much, but instead pushed your hips down onto the head of his shaft. From the head alone, your hips trembled at its thickness, but you couldn’t stop yourself. He watched you bounce up and down on the head, its skin glossing with your sweetness.

“Hmmm,” he smiled, “Is that a yes?”

Looking up at him, your lustful gaze meeting his, you nodded in approval.

“Yes,’’ you sighed, “Whenever you crave me, have me. I can’t take it anymore. Please give it to me~”

Sebastian smiled at how much of a dribbling mess you were becoming at the mere feeling of his dick. He pinned both of his wrists above your head and smirked at the sight underneath him.

“You’re so beautiful like this. If I could paint a picture, I would.”

Tears welled in the corners of your eyes as he pushed inside of you inch by inch. Your begging insides clamped onto him every passing moment, tightening its grip on him to a point that his jaw clenched to stifle a moan. It’s been so long since you’ve felt a man inside of you that it almost felt like losing your virginity all over again. But neither of you could wait, you wanted him to move!

His hips rocked back and forth at a steady pace for a few moments before he gathered his rhythm, thrusting in and out of you like a long lost lover. He loosened his grip on your wrists and placed both of his hands on your hips. As he claimed every bit of your insides as his your moans echoed off the walls and down his spine. His name repeated off your tongue like a forbidden ritual that only the two of you knew that you recited again, and again, and again. You didn’t care how carnal you sounded, you only cared about Sebastian inside of you. Your juices coated his girth from base to tip, constantly replenished with a fresh stream after every thrust.

“Ah! Sebastian!” You begged, your heartbeat quickening in your ears, “Come inside of me! I beg you!”

“Is that what the Lady wants?” his thrusts intensified as he was close to his peak. He didn’t want this session to end but he knew he had to attend to the other employees. But he knew this would not be the last time he would ravage you.

“Y-yes, Sebastian!” Another moan danced across your lustful lips, “Fill me up, please!”

Without a response, Sebastian planted his lips on yours and pumped hungrily inside of you. Your mind melted out of your ears, the sounds ringing around you and your legs succumbing from the pressure, you felt another orgasm reaching its peak as Sebastians hot seed coated your womb and interlaced with your sweet nectar ounce by ounce.

He seemed to be just fine but you were catching your breath underneath him. Withou removing himself from you, he brushed the droplets of sweat off your brow and kissed your forehead, smiling as he usually would when he executed a task to perfection.

“Ah, I almost forgot,” he kissed your neck, his devilish smile spreading from cheek to cheek.

“You and I are actually in charge to make the Young Master’s dessert.”

“And by the taste of you, I think a raspberry cream pie would be just perfect for the evening.”

[nanakuro35]

Could you maybe do a scenario where sebastian michaelis gropes y/n whenever shes bending down cleaning something.

Spicy! spicy! Plzss

This bastard can be cheeky

Don’t let his gentleman act fool you, he is not afraid to be a perv

Especially when it comes to you

Nor is he scared of being caught, he knows how to be sneaky

He’s pinched your ass while Ciel was in the room before

You squeaked in surprise, whipping around to yell at him, only to find him standing several feet away from you

It made you look silly, so you had to come up for some random excuse for the noise

It’s not the occasional touches that piss you off, it’s when he gets too into it

When you’re alone, he takes it a step further

Bend over and you’ll find a hand groping your ass

Two if time will allow

Play along and he might let you experience those skilled fingers of his

If you’re bent over far enough, he’ll surprise you by resting his clothes erection on top of your ass

Nothing like trying to clean when you’ve got a nice hard cock waiting for you

“Finished what you started Y/N and I just might reward you,” he’ll tease, punctuating his statement with a playful thrust

You can try to get back at him, but catching that man is about as easy as grabbing smoke

When you try to rub against him, he backs away

Try to grope him and suddenly he’s several feet away

He’s going to play with you, not the other way around

[nanakuro35]

→Sebastian(Black Butler) x AFAB reader

- Sexual Content.

It was late at night, probably like 2 AM and you were sitting on your bed while staring at the floor, you were a chef along with Baldroy. Ciel thought about hiring another guard for the mansion and just cover it up by labelling them as a chef. And you were chosen by him.

It has been 15 days since you started working for him and you had somehow grew a crush upon the jet black Butler named Sebastian who stood by Ciel's side everywhere. There was just something about him which caught your attention, whenever he stands close to you or talks to you, your face turns into a light pinkish shade, you would be delusional if you thought that Sebastian didn't notice that.

You suddenly heard a knock on your door and flinched. "Y/n, it's me Sebastian." You heard his rasphy voice from the other side and felt your heart flutter, you hurriedly opened the door and were met by his gaze. "What brings you here so late at night?" You ask quietly as the others were asleep "just wanted to talk with you for awhile, why? Am I bothering you? Should I leave y/n?" He had a little smile while saying all those. "no, not at all ! We can talk yes of course" you stumbled upon your own words.

"Y/n, it's so obvious..how dumb can you act..."

-Mature Content ahead.

He leaned down and nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck and you could feel him smiling, he kisses his way up to your face and you swore that this was a dream. "Sebastian.." he started walking forward making you step backwards. Your foot hit the wood of your bed and Sebastian gently pushed you and you landed on the bed, you were just sitting there not knowing if all this was real, does Sebastian feel the same way you do towards him.

You were totally out in your own world until you felt a cold contact on your thigh. You flinched and looked down to see Sebastian on his knees, his gaze was set on you, he had taken off his gloves and was crawling his hands up your inner thigh, you immediately closed your legs when you felt him getting closer to your cunt. You felt embarrassed but that would just upset Sebastian. His poker face was back on and he pushed you back further onto the bed and crawled towards you.

His knee pressed on your underwear and he leaned down to your face and kissed you open mouth, his tongue slipped in and explored each and every inch of your mouth. He put pressure on your cunt by pressing his knee harder onto it. "No need to be embarrassed my love. I'm going to explore and touch you everywhere. And you know that I'm a man of my words."

He lays you down onto the sheets making sure you're comfortable, he takes off his clothes and finally gets his hands on your piece of cloth. He takes it off oh so gently just to test your patience "It's going to be morning soon Sebastian,, can't you just hurry up?" You say and receive a laugh from him, "just say that you're impatient my love." He looks for a condom into your drawers "Sebastian." You say quietly but loud enough for him to hear. "Yes my Lady?"

"can you do it..raw?"

He looked at you with wide eyes. You were going insane and had no idea what you just said. You became so red that you had to look away from him, soon you felt his fingers slide down to your cunt and rub on your clit in a circle motion. It took you by surprise and a moan slipped out of your mouth.

"Is that what my love wants?" He says into your ear and brings his fingers which were rubbing you just now up close to your face. "see how soaked you are? And it's all for me isn't it?" He says and shoves them into your mouth almost hitting the back of your throat.

He sat straight while his finger were still inside your mouth making you suck on it, he pulled them out and used your saliva as lube and stroked his base, spreading your saliva everywhere there. He then positioned himself on your entrance and leaned down to say something

"Will I be your first?"

He says and you slowly nod, he smiled at the thought of being the first one you do, and also the last one. He slowly started to push and fit it in. You would be lying if you said that he wasn't big. His palm covered your mouth making all those loud moans and screams get muffled. You were in heaven. Being laid by the one who you admired and fantasized for so long..

"Am I being too hard love?" He says while he brushes hair out of your face, you were rolling your eyes back and arching your back, you just can not form words at that particular moment. You've never felt such pleasure through a certain person, "I'll take that as a yes, sweetheart."

He starts on sucking on your delicate skin while increasing his pace down there. He got up and looked at those red and purple-ish marks that he left on your neck. He put your legs back and leaned more, causing him to go deeper into you. You became a hot mess. Couldn't stop moaning or arching your back.

"Stop clenching around me so hard y-y/n.." Sebastian says and you felt him twitch inside of you, you were also feeling a weird sensation in your stomach. You moaned out his name so many times that you've lost count.

He leans down to kiss you deep one last time before he pulls out and strokes his shaft hard and quick on your lower abdomen and he shooted ropes of cum on your skin. His fingers worked up it's way towards your clit and rubbed it so hard that you reached your peak and orgasm rushed through your body. Your cum wetted Sebastian's fingers and he didn't mind, at all. Infact he brought it up to his mouth and sucked it clean right infront of your eyes.

"My Y/n. I just want to say that I am heavily in love with you, I wouldn't like it if you were to go for other men. So for that, would you like to be mine.?"

[nanakuro35]

Pretty Little Liar | Black Butler

m.list

CW: little angst, heavy smut, corruption kink, breeding kink

A/N: yk this was originally drafted for a comfort/fluff and somehow my horny ass made it into my first official smut on my page. Eat well bitches.

Demons need no rest.

Those of which are often spoken of with disdain, cannot feel. They cannot taste what humans think delicious, they have no need for the mundane things such pathetically weak animals cannot survive without.

Their contract's contents vary. Simple things as an assassination to spending an entire human lifetime with someone. Fulfilling their every need, all whilst hiding their satanic facade behind a mask:

A loving husband, a doting father, a caring butler. Each mask carried a new name, a new aesthetic and set of rules to play.

Tonight, he continued his ongoing three years as Sebastian Michaelis, butler to a small and truly incapable child if it wasn't for him. Though, many things in this world, if truly credited. Would belong to his dark and burning world of fire and blood. Demons did not exist to rule over their inferior prey, they were not to mingle with histories unless directly ordered to by their contracts

Nothing, he did was without the rules of his contract. But Sebastian was never one to ignore loopholes. After all, such rules could be boring or too restricting for his liking.

Truly, honest to heaven and hell alike, if any of his kind were to see what he used loopholes and spare time for they would spit in his face and send him back to damnation. An utter laughingstock, a disgrace to the arts of soul cultivation.

His demonic nature, weakened and tweaked by that of whom he was supposed to consume after a goal was met.

Human.

Such a pretty one at that, inside and out. A rare thing to find among specimens. Especially, with a soul begging, calling for him to take as his own.

Sebastian never made double contracts, he didn't like the hassle of pleasing two people at once....in this scenario of course ;)

And yet for you, he would do anything.

For as long as Lord Phantomhive lived, he was free to do and be with you as he pleased. With you the mask fell and revealed his true, playful and cunning self. You never seemed to mind

In fact you relished in it, abused and used it to your pleasure and he would wallow in you over and over. Letting your fragile being wrap and caress his own. In return for protection, sex, love, lies, death.

Whatever you wished for. That would only be fair. A thing he never gave and only demanded to receive. Selfish

And with you he still was, selfish. Sebastian wanted you all to himself. A delicious slice of cake, waiting to be cut into.

With the way you allowed him to split you open, and use you as he pleased after doing what you wished of him.

How beautiful..how foolish to stain your soul with such a vile vermin as himself. Fuck, he loved all of it

Corrupting your pretty head until all you could utter was his given name, relishing in his touch, verbally needing his body, his kisses, his spit, his cum to corrupt you whole until your body became one with his. Until Satan himself planted the seed of damnation deep inside, and Sebastian would spend eternity using, loving and lying to you.

Whatever pretty little lie it would be, you two would exchange empty words, read out a script of new lives in the human world over and over, cultivating a human, ripping into it alongside him..

"S-Sebastian! Seb...ngh.. Sebastian slow down p-please~" You pleaded, tears streaming down your face as you clawed at the hand clutching your throat. Gasping for air yet wanting him to take it from you. your body curling inwards into his hips. Wanting to runaway yet you couldn't... wouldn't move until he filled your little cunt to the brim with his corruption.

You knew what he was. Who he was. Yet that didn't stop you from wanting him in fact you needed his attention more. You demanded more of him, cruelly, lovingly Moreso then that master of his. Yet he didn't seem agitated like with every other living being in his presence

Sebastian almost seemed to enjoy your demands, he found your control over him amusing and he couldn't wait to see what you wanted next. His smug and knowing smiles a complete mockery of you, he knew full well you never were in charge once you were in his chambers

His frustration on everyone else, his need for his master's soul, his desire for your pussy wrapped around his cock, your mouth's snug fit on him. All of it taken out on your delicate body.

His frustration could never be with you. No his pretty princess was too perfect of a specimen for Sebastian to get mad at that's why he was your plaything during the day. Sebastian Michaelis was yours

But at night. During the witching hour you were reduced to a simple fuck toy, a cuddle partner, a friend, a lover, whatever he wanted you for you gave to him. You were his.

Sebastian let go of your reddening throat, and just as he heard you choke out a breath of life, he shoved your face into the pillows, pounding his hips down with all his weight into your quivering hole, muffling your screams into his bed, unused for years and only now did it begin to warm with your body lying next to his after every session.

"My..what a whore ive got all to myself...look at you~"

Sebastian shifted over in the bed and turned you around so you were facing the mirror on his wall. Roughly pulling your head back, wrapping a free arm around your waist as he made you watch yourself be fucked like the toy he loved you for

"You know im a demon, you know once my contract is over ill be done with you just as ill be done with him. My summoning was his doing, and my disappearance will all be his as well. And yet you so eagerly await me here every night for payment of all i do for you."

You heard every word loud and clear, yet as a response you could only babble about how his tip pushing into your g-spot with every thrust felt so good. Truly pathetic

"You like this don't you hmm? Tell me pretty, you like when i come and fuck this hole every night? Fill that pussy of yours full."

He spat dirty words into your ear, and his rough and hard thrusts increased in speed until he had to occupy your mouth with his to muffle your screams as he fucked you stupid.

"More! More please more more more moreee....fuck!" Squealing before growing silent, you trembled as you came, pulsating around him. Knees tingling into numbness.

After a moment of being on cloud nine, you were thrown down onto the bed, Sebastian pulled out and you whimpered at the loss.

Suddenly feeling your leg being yanked open in missionary, Sebastian pulled you to him, pushing your legs up into your chest as he aligned himself with you once more.

Taking away every ounce of rest you might have, every thought became his and nothing in this world was needed more then his cock rutting into you like the animal he was.

Use him, fuck him, love him.

Until lies become truth, love becomes pain, grief into joy, Sebastian be your plaything and you his.

And then he will cease from your life, mere dust in the wind.

A faint and insignificant memory of what could have been.