Had a horny thought last night and couldn't resist sharing it with fellow Hellsing lovers.
CW: Masturbation
You come home late one night. You set your keys and bag down on the kitchen table before turning to walk down the hall. You're about halfway there when something catches your eye in the living room. Dimly lit by a couple lamps, you see your roommate, Luke Valentine, sitting on the couch reading a book. You think nothing of it at first. He's done this many times, but then you hear something peculiar. Moans? What? You take a couple of steps forward to get a better look. He's shirtless, pants undone, and his cheeks are flushed, sweat glistening on his toned body. His golden locks stick to his face, his beautiful green eyes are half-lidded and clouded in lust, heavy breaths and loud moans escape his plump pale lips. You couldn't help but stare. He's always been so calm and soft-spoken. Hell, sometimes you forgot he even lived with you because of how quiet he was. This was definitely a sight to behold. One hand holds the erotic book, somehow flipping the pages with just his thumb. The other hand is stroking his weeping member vigorously, desperate for release. He whines, tightly closing his eyes, biting down on his lip to try and keep his sounds in, but to no avail. Wait, did he just moan your name? Multiple times? Has he done this before? You pick up the pace. You just want to get to your bedroom and pretend nothing happened. You've nearly made it past, only for him to turn his head in your direction at the last minute. You freeze in place. Blushing like mad, you open your mouth to apologize. However, being so flustered, you're unable to form a coherent sentence. Making direct eye contact, he smiles and asks, "Aren't you going to help me with this?"
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synopsis: Never in a million years did you mean to summon Sebastian whilst you were pleasing yourself, but you were so glad you did.Â
warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, reader and sebastian have established a contract, cunnilingus, fingering, desire, want, yearning, thereâs going to be a part 2!
a/n: had this in my drafts, just had to tweak it! wc: 1k
đđĽđ˘ đŻđŹđŹđŞ đ´đđ° đĄđŚđŞ, đŞđ˛đ đĽ đąđŹ đĽđŚđ° đĄđŚđ°đ đŹđŞđŁđŹđŻđąâ he couldnât quite see you as you laid there against the side of the bed trying your best to find the release you were desperately craving from the pads of your fingers. Sebastian knew he shouldnât have come down the corridor towards your room, the silence much too telling that you were unavailable but to hear those sinful moans fall from your lips as he neared the door?Â
Now that was something he didnât expect.Â
As he peeked his head within the tiny crack of the door, he could just barely take in the moonlight that lit up against the silk sheets that wrapped around your legsâ which were splayed out and trembling as your fingers swiped over your clit. His eyes narrowed, the red slitting as he aimed to disappear into the darkness of the hallwayâ albeit his trousers tight, he couldnât relinquish the rest of his butler duties. Until he heard his name ghost his ears with a certain quiverâŚ
âSebastianâŚâ You had accidentally whimpered, the thought of your butler sinking into every crevice of your mind as pleasure spread through your body. You didnât really think to check if the door was properly shut, much too entranced by the demon that had been polishing silverware moments prior to your endeavors. You had always found his beauty to be such a distraction and these little moments you conjured up for yourself helped you relieve much of that pent up lustâ until he finds you and asks you once more what you would like him to do.Â
It was only natural for Sebastian to follow you around; the contact had been bound by a familiarity only you two knew when he acted on your aid. But this wasnât the only occurrence he found you in such an interesting manner⌠sometimes you had your thighs clenched tight underneath your nightgown as you sipped your early morning tea, watching him bustle about the room with tasks at hand. His fitted attire would only make you sink deeper within your desires; you wanted nothing more than for him to just up and ravish you if you so whispered.Â
Sebastian could certainly sense your arousal too as heâd helped you into your petticoat, a flushed pink dotting your cheeks when his hands slid over your waist to tie up your corset. He wasnât oblivious, you knowâ but he made it seem like he was just to see how youâd react. Once his hands were off of you and daunting another chore, a tiny sigh would leave your lips and a pouty expression crossed your face when you realized he wouldnât dare to touch you more.
It was cute, honestly.
And here you were, summoning him within the state of your desperation. What a predicament for himâŚÂ
His eyes traced your body once more and his cock twitched painfully as your whimpers grew in volume, some ending in a subtle pet name youâve given him. âOh, Sebâ I need this done by the evening.â or âSebby, can you fetch me a cup of tea?â lived in his mind rent free as you pranced around the space in which you two resided. And it followed you into your dreams, because of course it did. Just to taunt him when he walked by to make sure you were sleeping soundly, not a wink of disruption shone on your face.
He couldnât just sit here and watch youâ he had things to do.
âSeb, please⌠need you.â And well⌠an order is an order.
Your head had been tilted against the pillow, your back arching as you tried to keep your fingers at a steady pace when you felt his presence at the foot of your bedâ and before you could even think to close your legs, his gloved hands were skimming down your thighs and bracing them lightly. Nothing could have prepared you for the accidental summon of his name, his tongue darting out to lick as he bent down in between your legs.
His eyes had laid lax on your face this entire time, hoping to get something out of you besides a shocked inhaleâ âYes, my lady?â Sebastian purred, a sultry tone evident in his voice. âDo you need me?âÂ
You nodded, his hands coming to push at your nightgown and slim it over your waistâ he wanted to see you in your entirety and not be weighed down by the incessant fabric you humans wore. You were already so wet from what he noticed, your arousal practically dripping down the backs of your thighs.Â
Reveling in the way your body shook when he brought his tongue down flat against your clit, he hummed in unison with your whine as he finally tasted you. The sweet, sweet nectar of your flesh made him much more innate than he ever imagined and he had to have you now. You let out a desperate breath as his hands clasped your knees, spreading you fully open to delve his tongue more into your core. Sebastian hummed in tune to your whimpers, a light chuckle erupting from him when your legs almost clamped shut on him when he slowly nudged at your clit.
âPlease, Sebastianâ pleaseâŚâ You whispered, a high pitch taunting your throat as you felt his sleek hands pry apart your legs, holding them there deftly. You just tasted so good to him, he wanted to sink his demonic fangs into that bud of yoursâ it made him absolutely livid that he wasnât able to do this until right now.
Your orgasm came spilling out of you, arousal coating Sebastianâs chin as he lapped it up. âSo needy today~ Perhaps I should be at your beck and call more often.â
âM-More than you already are?â You managed to say as you propped yourself up on your elbows, staring up at him as he went to undo his trousers.Â
âDonât act so surprised, my love.â He smiled, kneeling before you. âHavenât you been trying to silently pursue me this entire time? Youâre quite obvious with it.â
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I was listening to the Dead Space ost, and a modern AU idea popped in my head. Gregory would be desensitized/indifferent to gore in media and would casually play horror games, such as Dead Space, with little to no emotion, while the other 3 would be incredibly disturbed and react in utter shock as he played on. They might even get nauseous at some points while Gregory plays through the game with ease, only jumping a few times at certain scares.
Shadows in the Sapphire house and the housemaster's private pupil
*There is sexual content in this post read at your own will*
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These one shot transplants the gothic romance into the setting of dark academia. It transforms the Weston College Arc from a mystery investigation into a thrilling, illicit boarding school romance where you are the only girl in a sea of aristocratic boys, and the terrifyingly attractive housemaster is entirely, obsessively yours.
Sebastian forges documents from the Queen herself, he presents you as a 'special scholar' or a distant Phantomhive relative whose intellect is so formidable that the gender rules had to be bent. He threatened the board of governors or simply hypnotized them with his demonic charm.
Sebastian tailors a custom version of the Weston uniform for you. A fitted blazer in the Sapphire Owl blue, a pleated skirt that is modest yet flattering, and high socks. The first time he sees you in it his eyes glow with lust. "Dangerous" He murmurs, straightening your tie. "You look innocent, we both know that is a lie. I shall have to keep you very close, or the boys will lose their minds, including myself"
You are sorted into the Blue House (Studious/Academic). The students are terrified and fascinated. They try to carry your books, they try to open doors. Professor Michaelis is always watching, if a boy stares at you too long in the dining hall, Sebastian appears behind him silently. "Is the stew unsatisfactory, McMillan?" He asks with a chilling smile. "Or are your eyes wandering where they do not belong?" The boy usually drops his spoon and flees.
The Prefects (P4) treat you with courtly respect. You are the 'flower of the school'. Sebastian hates how much attention you get, he compensates by being excessively possessive in private.
When Soma joins, the dynamic shifts from tense mystery to chaotic sitcom. Soma sees you in the hallway, he screams your name and tackles you in a hug. Sebastian is holding a stack of papers, he crushes them. "Prince Soma" He says, his voice tight. "Please unhand the student. Public displays of affection are against school rules" (Note: Sebastian breaks this rule constantly with you).
Soma appoints himself your bodyguard. "I will protect you from these english snobs!" Sebastian finds this amusing. "The puppy thinks he is guarding the dragon's treasure" He whispers to you later. "It is cute, let him try"
When you help Ciel expose the lying prefect Maurice Cole, Soma and you are the distraction. Sebastian watches you scheming and whispering with Ciel and Soma. He feels a swell of pride. 'My little conspirator" He thinks with a smirk crossing the hallway you're hanging out with the others.
This is Sebastianâs favorite part of the arc, he takes the role of The stern tutor and plays it with wicked delight. He passes you a note in class. "See me after hours" You go to the Housemasterâs private office., he locks the door, the blinds are drawn. He sits on the edge of his desk, crossing his arms. "You were distracted in Latin today" He scolds softly, beckoning you closer between his legs. "I saw you looking out the window, do you need... remedial discipline?" He lifts you onto the heavy oak desk, scattering graded papers. You ask what's got into him "Quiet" He commands, unbuttoning your blouse. "We must ensure you understand the anatomy lesson my darling student. After all, what kind of professor would I be if I couldn't spoil my favorite student probably?"
He pleasures you right there in the office, with the threat of students walking down the hall adding a delicious spike of adrenaline to the mix. Sebastian pushes the stack of graded Latin essays aside with a sweep of his arm, not caring if they scatter on the floor, he steps between your knees as you sit on the edge of the heavy mahogany desk, his hands resting on your thighs, thumbs rubbing the fabric of your uniform skirt. "You have been a distraction" He murmurs, his eyes gleaming behind the spectacles he wears for the role. "Walking through the quad...laughing with the prince. You have the entire student body looking at you. But I am the only one allowed to touch"
Sebastian slowly bunches your pleated skirt up to your waist, the fabric rustling softly in the quiet room, he exposes your legs, your thighs, and the small scrap of lace covering your center to the cool air of the office. He leans down, his breath hot against your skin, his hands gripping your thighs with possessive firmness, without them feeling painful of course. "Lesson number one" He whispers, his voice dropping to a vibration that hums against your legs. "Silence, the walls of Weston College are thin. If you cry out...if anyone hears you, they will know exactly what the housemaster does to his favorite student"
He nudges your legs wider, he doesn't kneel, he takes a seat on his chair and bends at the waist, perfectly positioned to feast while you sit on the desk right before him. He slides your underwear aside and presses his mouth to you with a starving, wet desperation that contrasts with his pristine suit. He eats you out with long, deep strokes of his tongue, savoring the taste of your arousal.
He makes wet, appreciative noises against your skin. Slurp, hum. "Delicious" He murmurs against your clitoris. "You taste ike a secret I want to keep" Suddenly, footsteps echo in the hallway, voices of students laughing. You tense up, gasping. Sebastian doesn't stop, he presses his hand over your mouth, his leather glove stifling your cry. He looks up at you, eyes glowing, grinning around your flesh. "Shhh~" He commands silently. "Do be quiet please, do not let them hear your sweet moans, they must be strictly only for my ears to enjoy hearing because"
He increases the speed of his tongue while the students walk past the door, the thrill of the danger, combined with his relentless mouth, pushes you over the edge. You cum hard, your body shaking on the desk, your heels drumming against the wood. Sebastian absorbs your tremors, drinking your release, his hand keeping your screams contained behind his palm. When the hallway is silent again, he pulls back. He stands up, licking his lips, looking incredibly smug.
He straightens your skirt, the silence of the office is heavy, charged with the scent of old paper, ink, and the undeniable, electric musk of your arousal. Sebastian stands between your legs, adjusting his trousers, his eyes fixed on you with a look of starving, focused intent. He is not satisfied with just a taste, he wants the full meal. He reaches out, his large hands sliding under your back he gently lays you back across the wide, sturdy oak desk. He sweeps the remaining books and an inkwell aside with a careless backhand clearing the rest of the altar for his worship.
He doesn't want anything obstructing his view, his fingers fly to the buttons of your blouse, he undoes them with supernatural speed, parting the fabric and unhooking your bra. He exposes your breasts to the cool air and his heated gaze. "Beautiful~" He murmurs, tracing the curve of one breast with a fingertip. "I want to see them move along with your lower body"
He takes off your underwear in a loving manner and steps in, pressing his hips against yours. He enters you, tt is a smooth, gliding invasion. He fills you completely, the sensation so intense and perfect that your breath hitches in a high, sweet sound. "Oh..." You gasp, your eyes rolling back. "Yes..." Sebastian groans, his hands gripping the edge of the desk to anchor his thrusts. "Perfect, the fit is... mathematical perfection and it feels so good~"
He begins to move, he sets a pace that is rhythmic, deep, and relentless. Thrust, drag, thrust. Because you are lying flat on the hard desk, the impact of his hips ripples through your entire body. Sebastian lifts his head to watch, with every deep thrust, your small, well-shaped breasts bounce. They jiggle with a mesmerizing, perfect cadence, the motion soft and hypnotic. He is entranced, he reaches out a hand to cup one as it moves, squeezing it gently in time with his thrusts. "Look at the physics" He whispers, his voice thick with lust and amusement, his cheeks flushed red, clearly enjoying himself so very much right now. "Bouncing for me, dancing to my rhythm, you look absolutely delectable my lovely mate" Sebastian closes his eyes and smiles in pleasure and ecstasy.
The pleasure is building too fast. It is the best you have ever felt, a combination of the illicit location, his size, and the overwhelming love pouring through the bond. You instinctively curl inward, you bring your hands up, your fists clenching tight right next to your flushed cheeks. You squeeze your eyes shut, biting your lip, looking like a overwhelmed, precious shaking doll.
Sebastian sees this, It breaks him. "Your hands" He chokes out, a laugh bubbling up under the groan. "Curled up like a sleeping kitten, you are trying to hold onto yourself, aren't you?" He leans down, covering your body with his. He kisses your clenched fists, then kisses your cheeks right next to them as he takes your tight firsts to both his hands. "Don't hide little one" He murmurs into your ear, driving deeper, hitting that sweet spot with unerring accuracy. "Let go for me, please. Show your professor what you learnt today!"
The chemistry in the room is explosive. It isn't just sex, it is a fusion of souls in a forbidden place. With closed eyes you are moaning loudly now, uncaring of the hallway, Sebastian is moaning with you joyfully, a low, constant rumble of contentment with his cheek pressing against yours, his hot breath hiting your neck with every thrust. He isn't just relieving tension, he is making love to you with a ferocity that shakes the desk legs against the floor. The bouncing, the friction, and his voice in your ear push you over, you shatter harshly Sebastian follows you instantly, he grinds his hips into yours, pinning you to the wood, pouring himself into you with a shuddering roar that he barely stifles against your neck. He is so very grateful that no one heard you dirty late night activities.
He collapses on top of you, careful to take his weight on his elbows. He is panting, his hair sticking to his forehead, looking thoroughly, happily wrecked. He kisses your nose, he gently uncurls your fists, kissing your palms and signs out in satisfaction. "Well that was one hell of a private lesson with your professor, don't you think my love?" He questions playfully, smiling down to your still panting form. "Though I believe...that marvelous performance deserves full marks, the best sex we ever had so far"
Sebastian lingers over your lips in a making out session, savoring the taste of your shared breath for a moment longer before pulling back. He stands, adjusting his attire and puts back his glasses, he is wearing the long, flowing black academic gown of a Housemaster. He opens the heavy fabric like a pair of wings. "Come here" He whispers, lifting your exhausted, boneless body into his arms. "Let's get you back to your dorm, you need your beauty night rest my wrecked queen"
He wraps the heavy folds of the gown around you, you are pressed against his chest, your legs wrapped around his waist, completely concealed by the black wool. To any student passing by in the dim corridors, he simply looks like a broad-shouldered professor walking with his hands clasped inside his sleeves (while actually supporting your bottom).
He moves through the corridors of Weston College, you can hear the muffled sounds of students talking in the dorms, footsteps echoing on stone. Sebastianâs heart beats steady and slow against your ear. He kisses the top of your head through the fabric, a secret reassurance. "Silent as a mouse" He breathes against the top of your head.
He slips into your private room, a privilege he secured for you and locks the door. He unveils you, letting the robe fall open, you tumble onto your bed, messy and sleepy. He peels the rest of your disheveled uniform off. He treats it with care, folding it even though itâs dirty, simply because it touched you. He opens your wardrobe, he lays out a fresh shirt, a pressed skirt, and polished shoes for the morning. "You will wake up, and everything will be ready" He turns back to you, you are naked on the sheets, sticky and tired. He kneels at the foot of the bed. "One last duty" He whispers, spreading your legs gently. "I cannot leave you untended"
He spends exactly ten minutes cleaning you with long, broad, soothing licks of his tongue. He cleans your inner thighs, the sensitive folds of your pussy. He finds a slow, lulling rhythm on your clitoris, he isn't trying to make you scream, he is trying to make you melt. Sebastian coaxes one final, soft, shuddering release out of you, it feels like a warm wave washing you out to sea. You drift into sleep as the pleasure hits you softly. When you are clean and spent, he presses his lips firmly against your vulva. Smack, a final, loving kiss to say goodnight to the part of you he loves so very much. "Goodnight, my pretty flower" He whispers against your skin.
He crawls up the bed and pulls the blankets up, tucking them tight around your shoulders, smoothing the hair from your face. He lingers, looking down at you fondly. "Sleep well, my scholar" He murmurs, kissing your forehead. "I will be listening from down the hall. If you need me...just whisper my name" He vanishes into the shadows, leaving you clean, prepared, and perfectly loved.
The morning sun streams through the high, gothic windows of the Sapphire Owl classroom, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. The room smells of chalk, old parchment, and the faint, underlying scent of Earl Grey tea. You are sitting at your desk, your uniform pristine (thanks to Sebastian), your pens aligned perfectly (thanks to him as well). You feel a pleasant, heavy ache in your muscles, a secret reminder of being pressed against his desk and carried through the halls the night before.
Professor Michaelis enters, he strides to the chalkboard, his black academic gown billowing behind him like wings. He turns, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose with a gloved finger, he looks severe, intellectual, and devastatingly handsome. "Good morning, gentlemen" He says, his voice crisp and projecting to the back of the room, his eyes slide over the rows of boys, disinterested, until they land on you. "And, of course, our lady"
For a fraction of a second, his eyes crinkle at the corners, he doesn't smile fully, but the warmth in his gaze hits you like a physical touch. He is looking at you not as a student, but as the woman he tucked in bed eight hours ago.
He begins the lesson. It is Latin. "Today" He announces, writing on the board in elegant script, "Amor vincit omnia. Love conquers all. A clichĂŠ, perhaps. But effective" While everyone writes down to their books, including you, he walks down the aisle between the desks, his boots tapping rhythmically against the floorboards. Tap... tap... tap. The sound triggers a flash of memory, the wet slapping rhythm of his hips from last night along with your shared loud moans. Your cheeks flush, looking down at your notes.
He stops at your desk, the air around you grows hotter as his shadow falls over your paper. "How is your translation coming along?" He asks, his voice dropping to a volume that is professional but intimate. Sebastian leans down, placing one hand on the corner of your desk. He isn't looking at your paper, he is looking at the collar of your shirt, checking to make sure the love bite he left on your neck is properly covered. He leans in as if to correct a word. "You look well rested" He murmurs, his breath tickling your ear, invisible to the rest of the class. "I trust the...evening tutorials were effective?"
You nod, unable to speak, your face burning. He straightens up, looking satisfied. He taps your notebook with a gloved finger. "Excellent work. See me after class to collect your...revised schedule"
Prince Soma, sitting next to you, whispers loudly. "He is so strict! Why is he hovering over you? Do you need me to defend you?" Sebastian demonic ears hears this, he doesn't turn around, he just smirks at the chalkboard. "Prince Soma" He calls out effortlessly. "Unless you wish to translate the next stanza, I suggest you focus on your own paper. The lady is doing perfectly fine"
Professor Michaelis returns to the front of the classroom, as he lectures, his eyes keep flicking back to you. Every time you catch his gaze, he touches his lips or adjusts his glasses small, secret signals that sends dirty promising signals for the following night's private session in more exercising hard work for you in order to get top marks, though something in your mind tells you that you won't disappoint him. Not tonight, not ever. For you are and will always be professor Michaelis's absolute favorite, and for a good reason.
Last night, I thought of a Black Butler scenario during the Public School Arc. You're accompanying Ciel and Sebastian on this mission. You and Sebastian are mates. (So technically married in demon terms, lol)
You pose as a teacher or student and end up seducing one of the prefects for information on Derrick. It worked like a charm. Sebastian finds you both shortly afterwards in said prefect's bed. While it was strictly business, he couldn't help but want to bash the young man's skull in. Your sweet smell was replaced with that "gentleman's" acrid one. The way he curled up against you made Sebastian's clenched fists tremble in jealous rage. He's able to sneak you back into your room before sunrise with no issue. As he watched you sleep, all he wanted to do was remark every inch of your body with his scent. Replace the purple marks that horny bastard left on your neck with his own love bites. The next evening, Sebastian makes a plan to cleanse you of the previous nights' activities in his office, after hours of course. Nothing would be left untouched.
Might post more about this if I can try and think of decent smut material.
âż Here is a deep dive into Sebastianâs sexual psychology, his preferences, and the specific kinks that arise from his nature as a demon utterly obsessed with you his mate. Sebastianâs absolute favorite position is the mating press (Modified missionary). You are on your back. He pushes your legs up and bends your knees back toward your chest (or drapes your legs over his broad shoulders). He lowers his entire upper body weight over yours. He is literally covering you from head to toe. You disappear beneath him. It satisfies his primal instinct to hoard and shield you. This angle allows him the deepest possible penetration. He wants to feel like he is touching your very core. He wants his face inches from yours. He wants to see your pupils dilate, watch your lips part, and breathe your air. He needs to witness the exact moment he breaks your composure, often pulling you into a deep wet kiss.
âż He prefers Oral (giving) above all else, with Anal as a highly prized, specific indulgence. As established, eating you out is his primary form of communion. It is how he 'tastes' your emotions and consumes your pleasure directly. He views it as a service he must provide to keep you healthy and satisfied. It is the baseline of your intimacy. He does not do anal casually. He reserves anal for times when he feels particularly possessive, or when he wants to emphasize the power dynamic. It requires immense trust and relaxation from you. When you yield that hidden, tight space to him, it proves your absolute submission to his care. He loves the physical sensation of being gripped so tightly by a muscle you cannot consciously control as easily as others.
âż Making-out sessions on his lap are happening multiple times a day. It is his equivalent of a human giving a passing hug. When you straddle his lap (facing him), you are seated on him like a throne. He loves the physical feeling of you choosing his body as your resting place. He is fully dressed (often working), and you are brought down to his level, totally focused on his mouth. He can control the entire interaction with his hands on your waist or tangled in your hair. Also It is the fastest way to quiet your mind. If you are stressing over a task, he pulls you onto his lap and kisses the thoughts right out of your head. It is a highly efficient sensory override.
âż He loves to spank you playfully here and there quite often, but with demonic precision. He does not strike in anger or to cause genuine pain. He uses a 'thuddy' impact. He uses his large, heavy palm to deliver a firm, resounding smack to your buttock. It is meant to sting pleasantly and bring the blood rushing to the surface, turning your skin a lovely shade of pink. Smack. "Focus on me" or Smack. "You are dripping wet" He loves the visual of his handprint temporarily marking your soft flesh.
âż Sebastianâs ultimate kink is auditory and visual overload via squirting. He wants to make you produce fluids (squirt or heavy arousal nectar) so abundantly that it creates a literal mess. He wants you to spray over his face, entire body frame or into his mouth while you are screaming his name. Demons are gluttons, they consume. Seeing your body physically overflow because of his skill is the ultimate ego boost. He loves the degradation (in human terms) of having his pristine, handsome face covered in your essence. It proves that beneath the perfect butler is a starving beast, and you are the only one who can feed it. He will proudly lick it off his lips and smile at you with feral fuchsia glowing eyes and a dark shade of red across his cheeks.
âż Sebastianâs pre-seminal fluid is not just a biological byproduct, it is saturated with his magical essence. It is thicker than a humanâs, incredibly slick, and has a mild, natural numbing/euphoria-warming effect. He uses it deliberately. Before entering you (especially anally or if you are feeling tight), he coats you generously with it. It relaxes the muscles almost instantly, turning any potential pain into a heavy, spreading pleasant warmth. It tastes like his aura-spiced honey and ozone. He loves when you taste it off his fingers or directly from him.
âżâ Â As a shape-shifter, his physical form is mutable to a degree. He can consciously (or subconsciously, driven by instinct) alter his girth or length to match exactly what your body is craving or can accommodate at that specific moment. If you need to feel overwhelmingly stuffed, he swells. If you need a faster, sharper rhythm, he streamlines. He is literally the bespoke key to your lock. He does not experience a refractory period in the human sense. He only stops when he is satisfied or when he realizes your human body cannot take another climax without passing out. Sometimes he hold himself on the brink of climax for hours. He uses this to torture you sweetly, grinding deep and slow, his eyes glowing with restrained power, refusing to let go until you have screamed yourself hoarse begging for his release.
âżâ Sebastian is obsessed with seeing his claim on you. He frequently positions you in front of large mirrors (or conjures them with shadows). He forces you to keep your eyes open. "Look..." He whispers, his hand wrapped firmly yet gently around your throat (non-restricting) or gripping your hips. "Look at how perfectly you take me. See the mark I leave on you~" He loves the visual disparity, his pale, sharp-handsome form enveloping your softer, flushed, human body. He positions you on your hands and knees in front of a full-length mirror. He stands behind you. "Look at how perfectly you take me" He whispers, his hands gripping your hips. "Look at your face, so messy, so desperate. You belong on your hands and knees for me, don't you?" He uses the reflection to make you confront your own submission, finding the blush that spreads across your chest and face to be the most beautiful and deeply arousing view in the world.
âżâ During and immediately after sex, he rubs his face, neck, and chest against yours. He is physically transferring his scent. He will bury his face in your neck, inhaling so deeply it sounds like he is trying to draw your soul through your pores, then exhale his hot breath against the skin, sealing it. To any other supernatural being, you smell aggressively like a high demonâs hoarded treasure.
âżâ He often prefers to keep parts of his uniform on during quick or dominant sessions. Fucking you while still wearing his dress shirt (unbuttoned), his vest, or his gloves. It emphasizes the master/servant or predator/prey dynamic. He is the composed, powerful entity, you are the one laid bare and vulnerable. As mentioned before, the feeling of the rough cotton or leather glove gripping your soft thigh or breast while his hot skin presses against you is a sensory contrast he utilizes expertly. He doesn't just kiss you, he consumes your breath. He seals his mouth over yours and inhales, literally sucking the air from your lungs. It creates a momentary, dizzying panic that he immediately soothes by breathing his own (unnaturally hot) air back into you. It is the ultimate exercise in trust, he controls your oxygen.
âżâ He adores to have you sitting on his face, this is a variation of his oral worship that he particularly enjoys when he wants you to feel powerful, yet entirely dependent on his tongue. He lies flat, he pulls you down to straddle his face. He grips your hips like a vice, holding you firmly against his mouth. You dictate the rhythm by moving against his tongue, but he controls the suction and the intensity. He loves the feeling of your weight pressing down on his face, muffling his groans and moans. He looks up at you or closes his eyes getting lost into the pleasant, tasty sensation of your blad pink center rubbing against his face coating him entirely in your essence.
âżâ He uses his shadow manipulation to enhance the sex. He weaves a blindfold of pure, cool shadow over your eyes. Soft, velvet-like tendrils pin your wrists to the headboard. By removing your sight and mobility, every touch of his hands, every lick of his tongue, and every thrust of his body is magnified a hundredfold. You are lost in the dark, with him as your only tactile reality. The cleanup is never a chore, it is an extension of the sex. He cleans his own fluids from your skin with his tongue. He views it as reclaiming his essence and soothing the sensitive skin he just thoroughly utilized. He often refuses to withdraw immediately after climaxing. He stays buried deep inside you, his heavy body collapsing onto yours, acting as a physical plug to keep his warmth and seed inside you for as long as possible while your heart rates synchronize.
âż Sebastianâs hearing is so acute that he can be overwhelmed by ambient noise. Sometimes, he needs absolute silence to focus solely on your body. He will pull you into a kiss so deep and perfectly sealed that it creates a vacuum. He physically blocks your ears with his large elegant hands, cupping your skull. You canât hear the fire, the rain, or even your own voice. You can only hear the rushing of your own blood and the deep, vibrating hum in his chest that travels through his hands into your jaw. He forces your entire sensory experience inward.
âż As mentioned, his shadows are extensions of himself. He uses them to edge you without moving his physical body. He might be sitting across from you reading a book. Invisible to humans, a velvet-soft shadow tendril snakes up your leg, tracing your inner thigh, brushing your clitoris with the exact pressure he knows makes you gasp. When you look at him, breathless and blushing, he just turns a page, a tiny, self-satisfied smirk on his lips. "Is the chapter too exciting for you, my love?"
âż He is fascinated by the physical proof of your life. During intercourse, he targets your pulse points, the throat, the inner wrists, the soft skin behind your knees. He presses open-mouthed, wet kisses there, timing them to your heartbeat. He gently bites your jugular when you climax. It is a terrifying, primal gesture of trust. He feels the blood surge against his teeth, a physical representation of the pleasure he is causing.
âż He is obsessed with the physical difference between his demon body and your human one. He loves arranging your limbs against his. He will place your hand flat against his chest or hold your pale leg against his dark trousers just to admire the visual contrast. He encourages you to bite or scratch him. He loves the feeling of your blunt human nails or teeth dragging against his indestructible skin, finding your futile attempts to mark him endearing and utterly adorable.
âż This is non-negotiable for him. Whether it is your vaginal nectar or squirt he views it as a sacrilege to let it dry on the sheets or wash it down a drain. If you climax on his stomach or chest, he will physically scrape it off with two fingers and put it in his mouth. If you come on your own hand, he will suck your fingers clean one by one in a very seducing-spicy way. He operates on a strict policy of zero waste when it comes to your essence or his.
âż Sebastian does not need sleep, but his human vessel responds to morning stimuli. He loves 'waking up' hard from his mediate state, pressing against your back, thighs or mostly between your butt cheeks. He doesn't always demand intercourse immediately. He prefers to just grind against you while you are half-asleep occasionally giving kisses to your mouth or your back, using your body heat and softness to soothe the ache. It is a lazy, utterly selfish, and incredibly intimate way for him to start the day without having to fully perform fully his lover duties yet.
âż After a marathon session (3+ hours), your human body is completely depleted of electrolytes and energy. You physically cannot move, you are jelly. He thrives on this, he cleans your pussy up with his tongue and carries you to the bathroom, he bathes your body, brings you back to the nest and feeds you a nutrient-rich broth or sweet honey milk. Then he tucks you both under the furs and the fluffy blankets and gives you a lingering good night kiss to your forehead. Staring down at you with a fond smile while stroking your hair and face, holding you in his arms for the rest of the night. He treats your physical satisfaction-exhaustion as the ultimate trophy of his duties on you perfectly executed.
Breeding Complacency || Professor! Sebastian Michaelis x Reader
[y'all this shit is literally the definition of plot with porn. i'm so sorry idk what happened. i think i was trying so hard to keep sebastian in character i got lost in the sauce. please enjoy regardless. not proofed. just trying to feed my kids.]
"He's probably the scariest and hardest professor I've ever had."
"He failed me for the entire course over a typo."
"AVOID TAKING AT ALL COSTS!!!"
Those were the reviews staring back at you for a college course you were starting tomorrow. Professor Michaelis, the only professor available for your required English Literature in the Victorian Era course.
You felt like you could cry before it even began.
So imagine your fear as you walk into the classroom, tote bag gripped so tight your knuckles are sheet white, the room suffocated by the smell of old books and varnished wood, and you're met with possibly the most handsome and ghostly man you've ever met.
You originally expected some ornery old man who was probably about to croak from one good cough.
But instead, you saw nothing but a slender figure, pale skin, black spiky hair, glasses tipped to the bridge of a Greek nose, and a man who was certainly dressed in theme for the class he taught.
You sat three rows back from the front, just enough to not look like a slacker but not enough to be in this man's constant direct line of sight.
"Good morning, everyone. I believe we might as well get started now. If you looked at your class planner, you would know that I am Professor Michaelis, and this is English Literature in the Victorian Language. If that does not sound like your class, you're welcome to quietly leave now."
Silence followed.
"Perfect. Now, I want everyone to get out a sheet of paper and a pen."
Your heart dropped to your ass. Fuck. Shit. Fuck! You only had a computer. Why the hell was this guy asking for paper and pen when he had a perfectly good online classroom portal right there? That's what all the other professors used!
You swallowed hard, ready to turn around and ask your neighbor for a pen and paper when you were met directly with the bottom half of your Professor.
You peered up wide-eyed. You hadn't even heard him walk across the ancient hardwood floor of the classroom, and yet here he was, just inches away from your desk.
"Is there a problem?" The professor called you by your last name, ember eyes sharp against your own. There was a hint of venom in his tone, laced through with disappointment.
Jesus Christ. All of the reviews from this classroom flashed before your eyes, and this guy obviously was not about to retire in less than a year. You couldn't wait him out, and you needed this course to graduate.
"I just uhm- Well... Sir, I don't have a pen and paper." You finally choked out, eyes stinging from shame.
The entire class's eyes weighed heavily on you, and yet all Professor Michaelis did was slide a piece of paper and place a pen down on your desk.
"Even with the evolution of technology, please come traditionally prepared with pen, paper, and occasionally highlighters for this class. Including your eventual assigned readings." He announced to the rest of the class, returning to his desk at the front of the room. "Now, I want everyone to give me a paragraph of what they know about the Victorian Era."
From then on, you ensured you came prepper with a binder of paper, pen, highlighter, your tote bag probably took on an extra ten pounds with how much material you lugged around campus so you would never get stuck in a situation like that ever again.
The Professor himself wasn't too bad. His personality was cut and dry, sure, and yes, his questions were hard for a 200-level course. He took an entire class period to dissect one paragraph of a reading, and he always had to assign an extra assignment here and there, but at least he was nice to look at.
So when your first assignment was graded, hand graded of course, you didn't even want to open your eyes when the paper was turned face down on your desk.
After three deep breaths, you flipped it over.
A perfect 100.
Immediately flipping it back over out of pure shock, you whipped your head around to see everyone else looking at their paper like their dog just died.
Surely you weren't that good.
You dared to glance at Professor Michaelis after class was dismissed, giving him a small but nervous smile when you met eyes.
He only nodded before looking back down at his other papers, leaving you to listen in to your classmates conversations as you left.
"A fucking 40! I filled up a whole page and he gave me a 40!"
"He docked 10 points from mine because I used the first-person point of view."
No, you certainly weren't that good.
And yet, from that day forward, every single assignment delivered back to you was a perfect 100.
You were beginning to become overconfident. It was to the point that you were trying to figure out your professor more so than the material he was teaching. He was incredibly mysterious outside of the classroom. Most professors would doddle on at the beginning of class about their weekend with their kids or how they went with their partners to some new restaurant, but Professor Michaelis made no mention of wife, husband, or kids. It was all strictly course material.
Staring at him became a regular activity. You tried to play it off as paying attention, but in reality, you were piecing him together. Asking questions to yourself that you had not even a hint of. So instead, you began to picture things you could imagine. Things you shouldn't be thinking about your professor, but damn, if he wasn't the hottest one on campus, it wouldn't be so hard. He had to at least be somewhat good in bed to be so well-versed in literature. A romantic for sure. God, maybe you should write a fanfiction.
Before you could blink, midterms were staring you in the face, and Professor Michaelis was separating paper packets to hand out to the class.
It felt simple to you at this point. In fact, you could argue that Professor Michaelis was your favorite class of the semester. Besides for his looks, of course.
You received the packet without even a blink, getting to work with your pen across the multiple choice section, short answer, and the essay at the very end.
You turned it in to him with a smile, and he gave his usual nod in return and dismissed you.
You practically skipped into class once the weekend was over, sitting down at your desk, and you decided to assign yourself a seat in the second row while eagerly awaiting to continue your streak of perfect grades in the class.
The professor routinely rose with his arm full of papers, passing each and every single one until it finally landed on you.
Paper faced down, per usual, but you were so confident in this grade you turned it over without even a beat.
0.
A big fat fucking 0.
No marks, no corrections, the entire midterm was left blank aside from the scarlet red zero at the very top right corner of the first page.
You felt sick to your stomach, jerking your head up only to meet the back of Professor Michaelis' hair. "I'm sure you're all aware of my office hours by now... But since you've all received your grades, we can continue on with our next unit of material." He spoke so casually, like he hadn't just entirely flipped your grade from a straight A to a borderline D.
You bet your ass you were showing up to those office hours.
His office hours occurred just an hour after his regular class, giving you just enough time to chug a redbull to build up some courage before returning to the oldest fucking building on campus to ask about your bogus fucking grade that you swore you have at least one fucking answer right on.
Surprisingly, no other students were crowding around Michaelis' office during his hours. Most of them must have already come to terms with the rigor of the course. Not you, though, you had been getting straight 100s. And you were about to find out why.
You knocked on the professor's door, met with a muffled "come in".
The paper between your fingers trembled the closer you got to your confrontation. Was this the part where you finally found out how truly scary he was? Would he finally live up to all of the class reviews?
You swallowed and met eyes with the raven-haired man once you closed the door, setting your midterm down on his prim and proper desk. The rest of the office was dimly lit by sodium lamps and surrounded by bookshelves packed to the brim with books older than the college itself.
"This is a first. How can I help you?" Professor Michaelis called you by your first name, bringing heat to your cheeks in a moment of hesitation. Ever since you joined the class, you have been referred to by your last name. The new, softer, first name had you taken aback.
You shook yourself out of it, pointing at your midterm. "It's about uh- my grade. My zero, to be more specific."
He peered over his glasses, down at your exam. "What about it?"
"Well, it has to be wrong."
"Has to be?"
"Yes. I know I had to have gotten at least one question right."
"You're certainly sure of yourself. Have you reviewed my marks and comments?" A smirk was evident on his lips. Oh my God, was he toying with you right now?
You took a breath, manually flipping through the pages for him. "There's just a zero."
"Ah, so you are still observant."
You blinked, dumbfounded by his comment. What did he mean by that? You still paid attention in class, but it was hard not to become complacent when you were almost guaranteed a one hundred every time.
"I gave you the zero, yes, because somewhere along the way you stopped listening to me. At first I thought it might be home troubles, or even boy problems, but no.. After research and inspection I realized you were simply complacent."
"Inspection?" You frowned, throwing your hands up. "Did you stalk me or something?"
"Stalking is far too harsh. I merely asked your other professors how you were doing in their courses, and you were doing well, so I knew it was a problem specific to my course. You were bright at first, extremely, but it seems I stumbled in aiding you in your vie for knowledge by making you over confident." He explained like he was explaining what he had for breakfast this morning, not that he specifically honed in on you the past few weeks.
"So why continue giving me one hundreds?"
"To get you here."
"Uh, in your office?"
"No, for a conversation, but in my office is convenient."
"So let me get this straight. You have played a longcon with one of your students, gave them a grade that teeters them onto failing, and scoped into their personal life just for a conversation? Forgive me if I sound disrespectful, Professor Michaelis, but it sounds downright unprofessional."
"Equally as unprofessional as the way you look at me in class."
Your jaw dropped, eyebrows furrowed as your brain crumbled at his words.
His long arm reached over the desk, his finger tipped out just enough to meet your chin. "Careful. You'll catch flies."
"I look at you in class because I'm paying attention."
Sebastian tutted your first name again, strung along by a breathless chuckle. "I said the way you looked at me. I'm not young nor naive enough to miss the lust in someone's eyes. You forget what class we're in." He stood up from his office chair, circling the desk to the forefront to stand in front of you with the midterm in hand. "Don't fret. I'm flattered."
Your breath hitched. "Flattered?" You stood up from your chair within his office, closer to him now. "Could you get any more unprofessional?"
"Quite." He answered, grabbing your wrist and pulling you flush with him, cocking his head with a cat's grin. "I would argue your own thoughts would go beyond the realm of what a student should be thinking about her professor as well... Because any student within reason would already be knocking on the dean's door by now about our little meeting. Yet you've stayed, and you've challenged me, and you're letting me speak to you this way."
His hand trailed up to your chin once more, sliding up and under your jawline. "I wonder what else you'd let me do."
You could hardly get a grip on what was unfolding right in front of you. Yes, you thought Professor Michaelis was hotter than anything. Yes, you admittedly had let your thoughts linger about him beyond things like your grades and the material of his course, and yes, you were definitely attracted to him. It all felt surreal, and sudden, and yet you didn't want him to stop.
"Why don't you find out."
That set fire to the gasoline surrounding the two of you. In a blink, Professor Michaelis had you spun around and pressed into the edge of his desk with his lips crashing into yours. It was a stun to have such a stoic and almost cold professor lose control, but it's also what made it all the more attractive.
He tasted faintly of coffee and a peppermint he possibly popped before you came to his office. He was expecting you.
You grabbed onto the front of his shirt with one hand, the other resting on his shoulder. His hand that was originally on your jaw made work of the back of your hair while the other busied itself along your waist.
When he pulled back, it was only enough to breathe, grip tightening on both your waist and hair. "Was I wrong to be so presumptuous?"
"Presumptuous enough to eat a peppermint beforehand."
He chuckled. "Luck favors the prepared."
"What if I hadn't shown up?"
"I knew you would." He replied, briefly kissing your lips once more, forming a trail down to your jawline. "You are smart and ambitious, which is why you initially earned the grades that you did, but when you started becoming comfortable, you also became complacent." He explained against your jugular, before biting just enough to earn a gasp from you. "I won't have such a bright girl be dimmed by my lack of vigorous material, so I gave you a new challenge to solve."
"An unethical challenge." You countered.
"And yet here you are, putty in my hands." He smirked, another bite before rising up. "Are you insinuating we should stop?"
"No!" You exclaimed, but paused to compose yourself. "Two things can be right at the same time."
"And those two things?" Sebastian whispered your last name at the end.
"That this is unethical." You replied, bringing him back within a breath of your lips. "And I want it."
Sebastian smirked, "I tend to be right." He took the hand on your waist to bend you over his desk, feeling up your thigh, scarily close to the hemline of your skirt. "You're trembling."
"I'm fine."
"That's not denial."
Your face turned hot, sighing. "Well, sorry that I feel flustered getting bent over my Professor's desk."
"There's that wit I missed." Sebastian purred, his breath suddenly felt against the heat of your panties.
"Professor Michaelis!" You yelped, gripping the desk. He steadied you by splaying a hand on the small of your back, multitasking you into an arch.
"You're allowed to use Sebastian in this setting, but Professor Michaelis also sounds just as divine." He replied like he wasn't inches away from your clothed cunt, mouthing at the fabric as a groan echoed from beneath you.
It was torture within itself, sighing out a quiet moan.
"Now let me rid you of it in a way I want." He muttered, pulling the flimsy fabric to the side before devouring all of your cunt in one swipe of the tongue.
Thank God for Sebastian's hand still holding you in place and the security of the desk, because if you had neither, your knees would have buckled you to the floor.
He didn't stop, licking you up and down from the tip of your clit all the way to where your slit ended, digging his tongue inside of you before moving up to take pleasure in sucking on your clit. It had been months since you had anything even close to this, and the vibrator was beginning to overstay its welcome in your dorm bed.
This was euphoria, and from none other than the most terrifying professor on campus.
Which is what brought you all the more closer to your climax at lightning speed.
"Oh my God, holy shit, I think- haa- I think I'm gonna cum." You whimpered, gently grinding back onto Sebastian's tongue.
That just wouldn't do for the professor. He instead stood from his crouched position, rubbing his hand over the globe of your ass before pulling at the waistband of your panties until they dropped down to your ankles. "Then I suppose it's about time we go over your exam."
You blinked, glaring back at him. "Right now?!"
"Well of course." He mused, grabbing your head and manually turning it down to the midterm in front of you. "Go ahead and read number one for me."
You wanted to argue, to throw a fuss that you had gotten this far and he was starving you of your well deserved climax for enduring all of the ridiculous tension and stress of your 0 for this long. But you couldn't bring yourself to, sucking on your bottom lip.
"Question One. Which of the following best describes the Victorian approach to class representation?"
A warmth was reintroduced to your heat, gently gliding up your cunt. The tip of Sebastian's cock prodded at you. "And you answered?"
Your eyes stung with tears, not scared but overwhelmed with anticipation and disbelief. The thought of someone catching you hadn't even flew by your mind in the fog of how entranced you were by your professor.
"I answered D."
The entirety of his cock speared inside of you, giving you hardly any time to adjust or comfortably stretch around his impossible length. His hand came around to encapsulate your mouth and muffle your agonized moan, eyes screwed shut.
"C is the much more sensible answer. It explores tensions and mobility within the class system, and only few pieces focuses intentionally on aristocratic life like you chose in answer B." He said it like he was completely unbothered by the fact he was entirely sheathed inside of you. He removed his hand once you were comfortable. "Continue onto question two."
You swallowed hard, nervous about what his next move might be. "How did the influence of science, such as Darwinism, appear in Victorian literature?"
Sebastian began to move in gentle thrusts, contrasting with his initial harsh entrance. His hands pulled your shirt out from your skirt, reaching up to fondle your boobs. "Much better. You answered that they began to pivot towards a style that created tension between faith and empirical understanding."
Regardless of his gentle thrusts, each movement he made was a stretch to your poor tight cunt. Your toes curled in your shoes and your head hung just below the view of your midterm. "I-I don't think we need to go over every single question."
A stinging sensation overcame your right ass cheek, spurring a sharp yelp. His gaze behind you simmered, rougher with his thrusts. "There's the aforementioned complacency. You want the grade, do you not?"
You whimpered, glancing at him over your shoulder. He looked at you as if you were one of the poor students who had answered an obvious question dead wrong.
"Yes sir."
"Good girl. Continue on. Question three."
And you dragged yourself throughout the entire midterm with Sebastian incrementally picking up and slowing down his speed, usually based on what he considered right or wrong. Some answers even earned you another stinging slap to the ass. Regardless, none of it was enough to bring you back to the edge.
After an extenuating discussion about your long-form final answer, your professor simply smiled. Not a catty one, nor a mischievous one, but a genuine smile. His back pressed flush to yourself, grabbing your hand in his to guide it over to a pen on the desk. "You've exerted yourself well," Sebastian said your name, hips grinding into your ass to pepper kisses to your cervix by the tip of his cock. "Let's see what I can do about a curve to your grade."
Guiding the pen in your hand, he place a neat 10 beside the initial 0 on your midterm.
A perfect 100, despite him arguing some of your answers as wrong.
"But-" He shushed you, and if you thought you were being fucked in the first place, you were sorely wrong. "Extra credit is also applied, of course."
The snarky bastard.
You had no time to engage in your usual battle of quips, as soon enough Sebastian had you shoving papers and pens off of his prim and proper desk with how hard he was shaking it by his hips meeting yours.
You could hardly hold yourself together, skirt hanging lopsided off your hips with your panties still clinging onto you by one ankle. Your shirt had come untucked by him slithering his hands up to cup your breasts. You were sure your hair was a nest as well.
But none of it seemed to matter, only your and Sebastian's pleasure was the focus now.
"I expect this effort to be steadfast after this, do you understand?" Sebastian asked between his thrusts, cock twitching angrily inside of you.
"Yes sir!" You mewled, feeling your climax finally begin to rekindle inside of you.
"Good girl."
That was it. Everything you had been teased with for the past hour came unraveled right there on your professor's desk. It must have been far past the time for any professor to be lingering in the halls, as he let your moans fly freely. The last thing on your mind was the possible consequences of getting caught.
During your fit of clenching and contracting around Sebastian's cock, you felt the familiar warmth of white ribbons spilling inside of you. It was unmistakable, your professor had just cum inside of you.
And through every single move, Professor Michaelis was calculated. He hardly shown any sign of losing control, or even of intense pleasure. All of it was a game to him, the pleasure was simply a plus. Watching you fall to pieces was the real prize.
And a grade hard earned.
Sebastian lifted you up from the desk to put you back together. Your panties were immediately soaked by the cocktail of your and his cum, but part of you knew that's what he wanted. He fixed your skirt, tucked your shirt back into it, and finally brought you into his arms, walking around his desk and taking a seat at his regular office chair with you sat comfortably on his lap.
"Were you left satisfied from these office hours?" Sebastian asked, his hands twirling the ends of your hair.
"Hm, I don't know, I might have to come back at another time to make sure." You managed to reply, still breathless and beyond exhausted.
He hummed, then chirped a sound of realization. "Yes that does remind me. I concocted extra material to keep you on course for academic greatness within my class."
You cocked a brow, resting your cheek in the dip of his shoulder. "And what might this extra material be?"
He chuckled. "Well, it's rather vigorous." He whispered into your early, adding on. "Join me after my office hours here, every Wednesday."
âHeâs just a friendâ you keep telling yourself.
After all, heâs just one of your friends being nice, being overly funny by only the way he acts around people. Clumsy around you, smiles betraying his idiotic self. Because he is, he acts so stupid, so goofy all the time.
But itâs what makes him so comfortable and easy to be around. This is what makes your boyfriend trust him to be around you.
Whenever you accompany your boyfriend to his âbuddy hang out nightâ, of course heâs here. And he has his eyes on you, he sees how your face light up when you spot him among the bunch of friends. And he loves it â youâre his best friend along with your boyfriend.
He goes to hug you right away, his hand swirling around your waist with more respect than any other guys your boyfriend hangs out with. Placing a kiss on your cheek when you ask him how heâs been doing.
From the outside, it looks like thereâs nothing else than friendship between you two. And no one from your friends nor your own boyfriend suspects anything because no one sees anything else in him than his goofiness.
Really. Really though ?
No one sees how he smiles lightly when you praise him ?
No one sees the way his tongue pokes into his cheek when your boyfriend kisses you ?
No one sees the way he adjusts and sits back when your attention is finally all his ? His arm spreading behind your seat to let his eyes long into yours ?
The way his eyes drop to your lips when you look away to think for a second, the way he leans closer to laugh with you.
And all he wants is grab your neck and kiss your lips messy, needy, desperately, like itâs unbearable to hold back anymore.
No one notices anything ? Is it just you ?
Just you thatâs getting a weird feeling about him that since your boyfriend had to leave for business matters⌠heâs different.
His clothes are different, his cologne is different, his eyes and every single part of him is different somehow. Itâs like he studied your every tastes.
But thereâs more to itâ heâs different.
Different in the way he speaks to you. Different in the way he smiles at you. Different in the way he looks at you. Different in the way he acts around you. Speaks to you.
But⌠itâs not him. Itâs how you feel about him.
Being around him feels different â comfortable, comforting but strangely appealing.
You just donât know, he looks better and better each day you hang out with him.
He has always smelled good but his scent feels intoxicating, like the mere wind of his perfume just sends your mind into panic. A positive one, one that forces butterflies into your stomach and soaks your panties.
And god knows itâs been a while since you felt like this. You were so used to the feeling your boyfriend gave you.
Itâs when you were talking with him about the weather and whatsoever and he stared at you a little too long after the conversation ended a split second, that you felt it.
That tight knot in your stomach.
The one that practically makes you jump at him, lips desperately searching for his willing one. He kisses back, hungrier. Hands already on your waist before you even feel them.
His tongue licking your lips for access, but he barely even kisses your lips before his patience ticks and itâs all about your jaw and neck that he so longed for.
You know you canât push him away anymore, and⌠itâs not like you really want to.
If anything, you want more. You crave more. You crave him.
His intoxicating cologne envelopes your conscience, you know itâs wrong but who fucking cares at this point.
Heâs not here. Your boyfriend isnât here. And both you and him know none of you two will ever snitch about whatever will happen from now on.
Not when his hands sliding under your shirt feel so good, so gentle and warm. God, you were both desperate for this.
Both needing to get your hands on each other, discover each otherâs bodies. Feel each other, touch each other, taste each other.
His gentle hands travel under your shirt, one circling behind your back and the other finding way at the edge of your bra â where his favorite view shyly hides under those damn layers of clothes.
âFuckâ
You almost hit him, he sounds so needy, so deprived. Like the softness of your round boobs under your bra was all he needed tonight to get his mind at peace.
But he needs you. More. His body does.
His cock already rock hard from the moment you greeted him today, barely hidden in those grey sweatpants.
Before you know it, heâs over you, needy hips buckling into yours. He kisses you, barely even caring whether or not heâs on your lips or just anywhere on your skin.
Fuck it. He knows itâs wrong, youâre his best friendâs girlfriend but how is he supposed to hold back when you feel this good. This warm and welcoming around his cock.
His hands are trembling to find where to touch you. One is fisting the sheets next to your head and the other hovering over your soft skin, thumb finding one of your perked up nipple, rewarding him a beautiful sound from you that he promises to keep in his mind for when he wonât be able to touch you anymore.
He swears under his breath when you clench around when he hits the right spot. Desperate and aching to fill you up at the very moment you finally moan just a little louder into his ears.
Poor guy doesnât even know how long heâll be able to last and hold it back.
You just feel better than he has ever imagined.
And you look even more beautiful when youâre under him taking everything he gives you so well.
After all, you canât blame him for being a little needier than usual. Not when he has always been forced to keep his hands off such a beautiful piece of art.
â CALEB Gojo atsumu Oikawa CHILDE vere
â AND YOUR FAVS âĄ
So basically.. donât come at me but this was all bc Ericâs been looking funny these days..
i didnât really know how to finish this (as usual) but uhm.. bear with me pleasee, i hope itâs still readable babes, i reread it a 100timesâ
also, iâd be glad if someone tells me who they thought abt while reading this, Iâm curious
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To me, she's beautiful, precious, like a masterpiece painting. She can't stand her flaws & imperfections, but they make me love her so much more. She looks so cute when she gets flustered as I tell her this over & over again. I love her little pouty face, it's adorable. A sweet little kitten, purring for attention, but watch yourself when the claws come out. When that feistiness comes out in the bedroom, ooh it gives me shivers. I could cum at the mere thought of it. Embracing her from behind, sharing a few passionate kisses, carrying her like a gentleman to the bed, whispering dirty talk in her ear, nipping & sucking on her neck, nuzzling into her breasts, playing with her nipples, massaging her clit. By that point, she's already soaking wet. Entering that tight pussy of hers, watching her body quiver in pleasure. Thrusting hard & deep into her while sweat & her luscious nectar drip all over the sheets. Watching her face as her eyes roll back & lewd moans escape her throat, screaming my name over & over. Looking her in the eyes as I praise her while she cums all over my cock, raking her nails down my back. Gripping her soft thighs, lapping up her juices, running my tongue in & all around that honey-soaked cunt of hers, ready for more. Doing some neck biting & sucking of her own, pulling my hair, tracing my chest & abdomen with her delicate fingers, gently caressing my sensitive balls while she sucks me off. I cum strongly into her warm mouth & all the way down her throat. Ahh, I love it when she takes charge. Flipping positions with her on top, riding me hard like a stallion, watching her massive tits bounce, hearing her moan like a whore, listening to her issue rather sinful words in my ear, seeing her delicious body rise up & down on my throbbing cock, before finally grabbing her hips & pounding into her viciously, we climax together & fall into each other's embrace. I quickly clean both of us off with a soft cloth and toss it aside with the rest of our clothes. I pull her closer, stroking her hair & kissing her forehead as she drifts off to sleep. As I look at her resting peacefully, I can't help but wonder how I got so lucky. She's so sweet, so soft, so pure. In my eyes, she's perfect, my crimson rose.
Made this a while back and figured I'd share it here. You can imagine this is told by any character you like. Apologies if the writing isn't done well or is inaccurate in certain places.
Sebastian takes you out on a date to the theatre but the act on stage shall not be the only entertainment for the evening as your mischievous escort craves attention towards him and his performance as well.
CW: MDNI, explicit sexual content, (semi-) public sex, don't ask me why I implemented 'comedy'...
Sebastian had been in a foul mood all day.
Not only had his Master been snatched away for the whole weekend but he was yet again scolded for almost an hour by Lady Francis Midford for various things- just to be informed that he would not be welcome to join them.
With no other choice but to oblige to an order Sebastian had been left behind as the rest of the Phantomhive staff was packed up and dragged off to the Midford's mansion for educational purposes and some lecturing in etiquette.
To put the cherry on top of Sebastian's damaged pride you had been praised to the highest in adequate looks and flawless behaviour as a maid to the house Phantomhive.
It came with the side note to hopefully rub off on Sebastian some day as you are his wife after all by now.
The hell of a spicy butler had not taken it all too well.
Deciding it would be hell on earth to just spend the time at the manor with a deeply insulted and soon endlessly bored demon, you had suggested to go out.
After some strokes to Sebastian's ego -how grateful and honoured you would be to have such a handsome gentleman escort you to a delightful date with sophisticated entertainment- he agreed to dress up and take you out to a popular theatre play in London City.
Were you sure he had seen through your distraction? Absolutely.
But he seemed less hostile after your proposal and you just thought he would display his best manners to -at least- sweep you off your feet with his elegance.
Sebastian surely delivered nothing less than a breathtaking sight in his refined suit with combed back and styled hair as he gracefully bowed and offered a hand to begin the evening together.
"You look ravishing, my lady." Sebastian purred as he placed a faint kiss on the back of your hand, his crimson eyes fixated on yours.
Hope sprouted in you that he would just use the night to flaunt his sublime skills in captivating with every ounce of his being while you both enjoyed the free time and entertainment.
You should have known better by now that a dent in Sebastian's perfect record of his 'charms' would cause an aftermath.
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Arriving early at the 'Theatre Royal Drury Lane' you evaded the larger crowd and Sebastian had even made the effort to reserve seats on one of the balconies next to the stage with a premium view.
Eyes beaming with excitement at the sight, you flung your arms around his neck and rewarded Sebastian with a sweet kiss after you had been escorted to your seats. Never had you been treated to something so luxurious before.
The gruesome morning seemed to be left in the past as he returned your kiss with passion and held you close.
"E-excuse me.. I-I 'm so sorry." Someone nervously cleared their throat behind the two of you.
"I really didn't mean to disturb you.. uhm.. I just-"
Sebastian and you parted and turned around. A young man stood in the archway of the balcony. Blushing and fumbling on his hat, he pointed to the third seat.
"I- I mean I can maybe look for another..." He trailed off as he stared at the floor.
"Sir Arthur?" You recognised the young businessman.
He had been a guest from time to time at the Manor or other events. A kind gentleman who had always been treating you and other staff well.
"Ah! My lady! I didn't recognise you in that dress. I- I had only seen you in your uniform as of now. Good evening. You.. you look beautiful. I-I mean.."
Furiously blushing in embarrassment Sir Arthur looked from you to Sebastian straight back to the floor.
"Good evening. Please have a seat! You paid for this view after all, Sir." You kindly smiled, trying to make the young man more comfortable.
"T-thank you, my lady." After a quick bow, he sat down next to you.
A delightful conversation about recent new plays and stage acts was sparked as you both had already engaged in talks of your similar interests in such theatre acts before.
And Sebastian? Just watched. Seemingly stoic and indifferent as always.
As the lights were dimmed, the crowd which had gathered by then -down in the stalls and some up on the Grand& Royal Circles- got quiet. The play was about to begin.
One last shared giggle in excitement between you and Sir Arthur before your attention shifted to the stage.
Just not Sebastian's. His gaze turned to you.
It was dark and you were far too thrilled to notice as you had leaned forward to the railing with your eyes fixed on the actors and the orchestra.
Sebastian moved his chair closer to yours and wrapped one arm around your waist, urging you to lean back and closer to him. You took the offer and rested against his side with your eyes still focused on the performance.
As you felt him place one of his gloves in your lap, your attention was diverted for a moment but it was just a irritated quick glance before you got captured by the play again.
That changed as you heard a subtle ripping sound down on your left side and a warm hand swiftly snuck through the sewn-in dress pocket onto your bare thigh.
Shocked your eyes shot to meet Sebastian's but they now had found their way to the stage. Yet the hand started to gently caress over the soft skin of your inner thigh.
Inconspicuous you tried to stop the hand through the dress but Sebastian turned from drawing small circles to rougher massaging as you hindered free movement.
You suppressed a faint moan and quickly checked if Sir Arthur had noticed anything but thankfully the businessman was enthralled by the show.
Sebastian turned his head to you. The mischievous grin and sparkling ember eyes shamelessly represented his amusement as you stared at him with anger. He moved his lips to your ear.
"Remove your hands and concentrate on being quiet or your little friend will surely be our guest to watch this play."
As Sebastian purred into your ear, his hand had roamed up and two of his fingers slid across your clothed pussy. Quickly you covered your mouth with your hands to hide the surprised moan.
Sir Arthur turned at your motion but he thought it a reaction the the performance.
"It's so good, isn't it?" He whispered before his eyes went back to the stage.
Your eyes had almost rolled back into your head at those fitting words while your husbands fingers pressed through your folds with your panties still inbetween.
"Yes, sweetheart... Isn't it so good?" Sebastian chuckled.
A frustrated whimper was stuck in your lungs as you tried to shift your focus on breathing and the act on stage. A hopeless attempt at ignoring Sebastian's hand in between your legs.
Skilfully he slipped under your undergarments and continued to slid his palm over your pussy.
Slowly but with enough pressure to slip his fingers past your fold from time to time. Circling your clit whenever he felt you got to used to his moves or didn't show enough reaction for his taste.
You kept one hand slightly over your mouth while fighting the urge to moan and roll your hips into his hand.
Sebastian took his sweet time with you and relished every minute teasing you. Soaking his fingers as he faintly dipped into you just to withdraw and get back to drawing circles over your clit. Repeating the motion over and over with no intention to push them inside.
You had no idea how long this went on but the slick wet noises now coming from your drenched pussy as Sebastian's fingers slid over it, signaled your need for more.
Carefully you tried to lift and roll your hips without Sir Arthur noticing the movement.
"Need something, my lady?" Sebastian purred into your ear as he denied you to push his fingers deeper into you.
"Please.." You quietly whimpered back, looking into his eyes with need and despair.
"Please what?" He just smirked as he went back to dragging his palm and fingers over your soaked pussy.
"I need you inside." You softly moaned as you pressed your thighs together hoping to get more of his touch.
"Right here?" Sebastian asked cheekily, sliding two fingers over your core again with the slightest pressure to push in ever so faintly.
"Yes!" You gasped out.
Sebastian's finger tips finally pushed inside but immediately withdrew again. He repeated the motion. Just two of his finger tips slid into you drawing wet and slick sounds from it but hardly promising any satisfaction.
As you tried to roll your hips into his fingers again, his hand on your waist gripped you tightly and held you in place.
This was his game. His pace. And you were at his mercy.
You quickly glanced over to Sir Arthur but the young man leaned over the railing completely taken away by the play on stage.
Sebastian suddenly plunged his fingers deeper, almost making you cry out.
"Eyes on me." He commanded firmly. "Spread you legs."
Quickly you met your husbands eyes and nodded before you obeyed and opened your legs for him.
Sebastian's two fingers finally slid deeper into you, stroking over your walls while his thumb carefully rubbed over your clit.
Your head fell on his shoulder. You were tempted to close your eyes but if someone saw, you were sure it was easy to see what was going on. So you looked into the direction of the stage as your husband lazily fingered you at his own pace.
When Sebastian felt you softly twitch, he added another finger. He saw you lose control. Hips pushing up into him and your hand sliding from your mouth. He was quick to release your waist and hold his hand over your lips instead.
The heat in your core was spreading and all you craved was more of Sebastian's touch. No longer capable of caution as fingers deep inside your pussy curled and twisted as they pushed in and out.
As the break of the play approached so did your climax and Sebastian showed you the mercy to have you fall apart only for his eyes.
Pushing his fingers deep and fast into your soaked core as the slick noises were covered by the music of the orchestra. As the final notes were played, you arched your back and came into Sebastian's hand.
Flushed red face and panting heavy you sunk onto your husbands chest and into his embrace.
Mr. Arthur turned to you with bright sparking eyes not even noticing anything even now in his excitement.
"What a marvellous act! I can't wait for the break to be over for more!" He cheered.
You could hear Sebastian chuckle under his breath at the man's enthusiastic declaration.
"Neither can I." Sebastian answered- more to you than the thrilled man who left to get some beverages.
"You brute." You murmured against his neck.
"What now, sweetheart. I think you enjoyed yourself the most." Your husband teased.
He held his soaked hand up to show you the mess you had made. Before you could hide your face in shame, he lifted his fingers to his mouth and licked it off.
"Sebastian!" You whimpered.
"Delightful." Sebastian smirked at you.
"Wasn't it?" And Sir Arthur had returned, too...
You groaned and cuddled into Sebastian's chest while even the demon struggled to maintain decorum and not break out in a fit of laughter.
Fighting yourself through a conversation with the enthusiastic businessman, you prayed for the play to continue so it wouldn't become obvious that you had not seen much of it.
You sighed in relief as the lights were dimmed once again for the final act. To your surprise Sebastian got up from his seat after a while and excused himself.
"Follow me soon, my lady." He whispered to you, trapping you in a passionate kiss before he parted his lips from you and left the balcony.
Restless you shifted around on your chair in anticipation, wondering what Sebastian was up to now.
You tried to stay for a few more minutes but soon you got up too and excused yourself as well. Not that Sir Arthur noticed as he had been deeply captured by the play again.
Exiting the balcony, you looked around but Sebastian was no where to be seen. Theatre staff hurried towards you to ask if you needed anything so you let them help you find the women's bathroom on the upper floor as an excuse to be out.
Impatiently you waited until their footsteps faded to slip out and look around but you were grabbed from behind. A hand covered your mouth to keep you from screaming while a strong arm wrapped around your waist to hold you close.
"What took you so long?" Sebastian's hot breath grazed your neck.
He placed a few kisses on your pulsating artery as you slowly recovered from the sudden scare.
"Follow me, my lovely lady." He hummed before he eased his grip on you and freed your mouth but gave you no time to complain.
He took your hand and guided you unto another balcony. Since the upper gallery was only for standing with no chairs supplied and not too good of a view of the stage, nobody was around tonight.
Behind you Sebastian closed the drapes, closing of the view from the hallway onto the balcony. A few spectators from the Royal Circle -a broad gallery below your current stay- were to be seen.
These people could also see anyone close to the railing up on your position.
At first you didn't realise but as Sebastian came up behind you, pressing you to the railing, you knew why he had brought you up here.
"You can't be serious, Sebastian!" You gasped as he caged you with his chest and arms against the balustrade.
"Does this not feel serious to you, my love?"
As Sebastian pressed himself closer, you could feel his hard cock throbbing against you.
"It's my turn now to enjoy the show." He groaned as he trailed more kisses along your neck.
"Turn around."
Still wildly blushing at this public location Sebastian had chosen, you did obey and turned around to him. But you didn't meet your husbands eyes as you had expected.
Sebastian had knelt down and was now lifting your dress. He had made swift work of your panties and dragged down down to your ankles.
Leaving them on, restraining some movement from you, he sneaked his head between your legs as he lifted your thighs unto his shoulders.
Now your husband had neatly positioned his face right in front of your pussy as your legs were partially bound behind his head, leaving no way to escape as you were pressed against the high barrier of the balcony, clinging onto the railing. The only other support being Sebastian's grip on your thighs.
"Better hold your tongue and hold on even tighter, sweetheart." Sebastian mused before his own tongue lapped over your core.
Restrained from moaning and arching your back, you were helplessly exposed while he was in full control while savouring you.
His flattened tongue pressed over your lips, making his way to your clit, planting a velvety kiss before softly sucking on it. The tip of his tongue circled around before dragging it all over your pussy again.
Motions he repeated until you were a whimpering mess above him. Soaked and needy for more.
He hummed as he tasted you, sending a gentle vibration against your sensitive skin. Mad with lust for him and more of his touch, you rolled your hips into his tongue.
"So impatient..." Sebastian chuckled amused as he removed his mouth from you.
Your legs were trembling as he put you back on them and got up.
"Impatient to let them see you, too? Turn around, love." He ordered.
Mind hazy, craving for more you obeyed without a second thought.
"Hands on the railing."
As Sebastian pulled your waist back, you came to realise his words.
For them to see you. Not them.
The wicked devil had put you on display for any spectator below while the angle didn't give himself away- hidden by some curtains hanging on the sides of your balcony.
Just as you opened your mouth to curse at him, Sebastian's throbbing tip parted your folds and pushed inside, turning your complaint into a moan.
Quickly you bit on your lower lip. The orchestra was playing but you were sure they could still hear you up here.
All while again Sebastian was tormentingly slow in his movements. He pushed his thick tip inside just enough to slightly slip in and right back out.
"Aren't you watching your play?" He teased you as you threw your head back in frustration after a while.
"You are quite the sight yourself, love. Those sweet needy whimpers are the most beautiful symphony to me."
"Please- Sebastian..." You begged him for more.
"Hmm yes. Beg and say my name while your wet pussy makes such wonderful music for me, too."
Blushing at his obscene comment, you pleaded for more.
"Sadly the public performance is way too short." Sebastian hummed.
He was right. The play on stage was getting to its end. Your heart started racing.
They would hear and see everything soon.
And Sebastian knew. With one hard thrust he pushed his cock deep in to your dripping pussy.
The feeling of Sebastian inside -filling all of you- washed all doubts away. As the orchestra got louder to end the scene, you moaned with no more hesitation.
With a fast and deep rhythm he deliciously stretched and filled you. His hard cock pulsating as Sebastian moaned behind you every time he pushed back inside your twitching core.
While the play reached its finale, Sebastian increased his pace once more to push you to your very own climax.
No more care if you were seen or heard you screamed his name as you came undone, feeling your husband releasing his seed deep into you.
As the music subsided and loud applause followed, you still clung to the railing while panting heavily.
Sebastian withdrew from you and pulled up your panties.
"Let us leave no evidence." He purred. "We need to go."
He picked you up as your legs were still trembling from the aftermath. Evading another encounter with Sir Arthur in your current state, he went straight ahead into the check room to retrieve both your coats.
A crowd had already formed in front of it, so he carefully set you down in a corner and went on to fetch your items.
Shivering you leaned against the wall. You could feel Sebastian's semen trickle down you thighs and legs.
"Ah! My lady! So glad I found you again before you left. What a fulfilling and blissful act it was tonight."
Sir Arthur had found you after all. And yet again he had also found the right words.
"Indeed." You blushed, not able to look the man in the eyes.
"My I need something to drink. I am parched and drenched at the same time. Can I invite you and your company to some milk tea?"
Concealed laughter behind Sir Arthur informed you that you weren't the only one hearing these things. Sebastian walked up with coats in hand, helping you to slip into yours.
"I'm afraid we can't accept the offer, Mr. Arthur." Sebastian answered as you hid your face against his chest.
"What a shame. The cafĂŠ owner right next door always makes it fresh in house."
"We need to leave. NOW. Good evening, Sir Arthur." You insisted, pulling on Sebastian's arm.
"My wife prefers the fresh milk from home." Sebastian chuckled and was rewarded with an elbow rammed into his side. "I would ask you to join but there might not be enough left."
"Sebastian Michaelis!" You hissed at him.
"Oh well, maybe next time then. Good night!" The young man cheerfully waved good-bye and left.
"One hell of a filthy demon is what you are. Mrs. Midford was right from the start."
SYNOPSIS - curiousity has played its role well with you - leaving you in between pleasure's whirlwind with the Phantomhive's most cunning, most skilled butler. How will you handle this arrangement?
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âHaaah, Iâm so exhausted.â you slowly rolled your neck around in circles, counting your breaths starting from 5.
5âŚ
You could hear the clicks in your neck after each roll, each click quieter than the last.
4âŚ
You rolled your shoulders forward, feeling your trap muscles extend. The discomfort transforming into relief in seconds.
3âŚ
You reached forward to touch your toes, hamstrings pulling all the way from your butt to the back of your calves.
2âŚ
You turned your neck up and down, your cervical spine clinking back into place. You were in Desperate need of a massage.
And 1.
You threw your arms up, dunking yourself under the water for seconds before coming up for air. Your hair clung to your head, droplets of water bouncing off your lashes and landing on your lips.
What a Fucking day!
Everyone has been working harder than usual to maintain the manor. With Sebastian and CIel busier than ever, Baldroy has been left in charge and he - has - been - Brutal.
Scrubbing the dishes and shining the silverware in the morning, helping Finn hedge the bushes in the afternoon, gathering the laundry with mey rin at night you were starting to feel like this was a personal vendetta against you!
Did they know? Sebastian promised that nobody else would suspect a thing but you started to pick up how everyone seemed to be more engaging with you you could even say that they were going out of their way to make your job easier. If you weren't mistaken, you would sometimes catch Baldroy looking over at you, his eyes scanning your face longer than necessary.
Sigh. You told Sebastian to leave the bruises out of eyeshotâŚ
But you didn't need the extra help. You were fully capableâ although, you did start to notice how you would try to hurry through your work to make extra time for Sebastian.
He would make his rounds surveying everyone's work but he would take extra time with you; critiquing every little thing assisting you in some physical labor or even taking the load off of you entirely, just to fuck you silly afterwards.
The thought Alone of what he's been doing to you these past few nights made your stomach turn back and forth. You could feel his smooth, soft lips planting kisses up and down the nape of your neck. Caressing your skin like delicate porcelain, feasting on your nectar like a starved dog on the streets.
He was so skilled every time. Not of this world by any sort. You wondered⌠did the others know he was a demon? They had to. They simply had to.
If not, how long would Sebastian be able to keep this up until everyone knew?
Would they care?
DId you care?
âNot really.â you responded aloud, pooling the water in your hands and pouring it over your head.
âIts so quiet without him here. Its like we could feel his presence and now..â you pouted your lips, coating your skin with the warm water. The translucent shine covering your skin reflecting a pale yellow hue on account of the candle.
The small moments you and Sebastian shared were adding up and your mind began to wonder. Was this still a contract? Or was this purely for self-satisfaction?
Either way, you missed his touch.
You missed his butterfly kisses.
You missed the throbbing ache between your legs every time he came around. How you missed him savoring you like the last delicacy of this world.
You needed his touch. Espcially right now.
You snaked your hand between your legs, cupping your sex underneath the water. You were radiating such heat even when submerged. Curiosity got the best of you causing you to stick your fingers inside. You closed your eyes, silently exploring your pussy, imagining it was Sebastian.
âOh, Sebastian, IÂ miss you.â you whined.
âI want you-â you whispered, leaning your torso back.
âI want you so bad right now. Why do you have to be so far away.â
I need you.
â â˘â â°âââ˝ŕźâžâââąâ â˘â
Your hands disappeared underneath the water. The rising steam flushed your cheeks, causing you to lean back before it overtook you. With one hand on your breast, you circled it around and around as your mind traveled back one of your and Sebastianâs many rendezvous. Your fingers found your clit; the sensitivity from the water in contrast to your seemingly cool fingertips made you shudder.
Before Sebastian, you didn't even know you were masturbating incorrectly. That the bulk of your orgasm stemmed from the clitoris and not the inside of your pussy. You rubbed your clit in rhythmic circles, easing your way through your bodyâs shockwaves.
You buckled and you whined. Your hops jolted forward splashing the water back and forth in the tub. Once you caught a groove, you lowered your hand in front of the opening of your pussy. You could feel the difference between your elixir and the hot water. It made you curious to feel how thick your juices felt. How tight you were. The more you prodded yourself the better you felt. You curled your back inwards shoulders slumped and mouth open. You kept going in and out exploring yourself with zest.
âAâah! Mmhâ Sebastâ Nnh!â
You pinched your nipple throwing your head back with a gasp. Your hands motioned on its own. You imagined Sebastian there with you, his confident smile spreading on his face as he took every inch of your body as his own.
âThat's it, Y/N.â he said, âYou're doing so great. Look how well you're fitting all of me inside of you.â
Your mind went back to a time he watched you play with yourself. Your legs were wide open in the bed, your face flushed, your pussy Soaked and ready to be penetrated. But that wasn't how Sebastian played the game with you, he wanted you to wait for the great moment. He wanted you to blush from the inside out so he guided you.
He guided you on the road to your first genuine orgasm,
âTssâ Y/N/. What are you rushing for. Take the time to enjoy yourself.â he spoke in admiration of your eagerness to please. Even with your face flushed, breasts pushed together, legs spread Wide and vulnerable, you were willing. Willing to be the very slut he needed you to be.
You flicked your nipple, tilting your head to maintain eye contact with him. He fixed your clothes how he liked It. Your nightgown up around your chest, bunched up from the bottom up, no inch of your flesh hidden from his burning burgundy eyes.
He observed you like a sculptor; his thumb and index finger massaging his chin as he looked on. He was shirtless, his pants unbottonedâlazily hanging around his waist. You could see the journey to paradise trailing down until it disappeared from sight but good fucking God did you want to see the end.
âAht aht aht, Y/N. You don't get to cheat. Now keep going. Show me how wanting you are for me.â
âBut Sebast-â you protested.
âNo âbutsâ, I've felt you before. Tasted you many more. I know your body inside and out at this point. I'm curious, just how much do you Really need me.â
*â*So much.â you cooed.
Your fingers kept pumping in and out of yourself, knees tucked at your chest feet pointed his direction. Your stomach contracted and tightened as you tried to hold your orgasm. It was getting hard to but you were a greedy little thing; you switched from your clit to your pussy, savoring the viscosity on the tip of your tongue before continuing on.
The bulge in Sebastian's pants grew more and more visible. He tightened his jaw watching you practically pleading with your pussy. Your insides squelched and cried for him, your fingers slipped over your lips multiple timesâmissing its landing completely by how drenched you wereâ but he kept watching with a smirk, his arms crossed, beholding you from head to toe.
His eyes burned into you stripping you layer by layer till you were nothing but a lustful skeleton of yourself. Even as he watched you with narrowed eyes and a clenched jaw, he couldn't hide the pleasure building inside of him seeing how open and willing you were for him.
You pressed on your clit with your thumb, thick droplets of drool sliding down your face. You wanted to cum so badly but you wanted Sebastian to suffer.You wanted him to pummel you with everything he had inside of him once the opportunity struck. He knew you were holding your climax, he could pinpoint it down to the exact moment
You thought you were sneaky but he just smiled. You tried to clench your thighs together to stop the sensory overload but this time he blocked it, putting a hand between your knees to prevent them from closing.
âNu uh.â he pried them open, hovering between your legs with a hungered stare. Now he was over you, cracking a smile down at you.
âMy dear,â he sucked his teeth playfully scolding you âNow I had the fullest confidence in you that you were truly going to overwhelm me.â
âW-what do you mean? I'm doing it how you wanted to. See?â you huffed. You tried to keep going but he smacked your hand away, shaking his head in disapproval.
âYou don't think I know when you're holding back? Tsk, I thought we were closer than this~â
âI mean look here,â he used his middle and pointer finger to move up and down your plushed lips. Your nectar seeped out onto the surface, making your pussy shine and permeate Sebastian's nostrils to the max. He smelled your enticing aroma instantly, taking him back to the time he had your pussy in full display in his face, lapping up your perverse juices drop by drop. How could he forget that day? As much as you protested to continue your beautiful pussy spoke otherwise.
And who do you think Sebastian really listened to?
âSuch a shame.â it didn't even sound like Sebastian was talking to you as his eyes remained fixed on your honey. His crimson eyes quickly transitioned from purple to red and back. He rubbed your pussy in rhythmc circles, pressing onto your clit with his firm thumb.
You covered your face with your forearms as your breathing grew heavier and heavier. The pressure in your lower abdomen built up slowly but surely, sending your body into yet another sensory overload however Sebastian didn't stop. He continued to go around and around, flicking the tip of your clit with his pointer finger pressing down at random points to make you mewl.
âThere it is.â he purred, this time allowing his fangs to show. âThat's the noise I was hoping for.â
âWha-â you were breathless, your hips shook on its own and your body glistened in sweat. Sebastian's eyes snaked up to you briefly before he smiled back down at his creation. âSebastian, I cantââ
âShh, of course you can.â his buttery voice sang a sweet melody just for you. He spread open your lips, moaning aloud at how beautiful you must have looked down there.
He slid those same two fingers down the slit of your lips before entering you. Your clenched pussy took him in, latching on to each digit centimeter by centimeter. The ridges inside of you cinching onto his fingers as he moved in and out in one fluid motion. He switched out his pointer finger with his index and ring finger, turning his hand around so said fingers could anchor his hand as his fingers tunneled inside of you, your pussy practically Pleading âfuck me, fuck me, Fuck me.â
He hovered over you, his dark locks falling over his face, some hairs even clinging to his cheeks. His face remained calm, lips in a neutral position as he looked down at you; your body rocking up and down, your luscious breasts bouncing to the rhythm of his hand. He pushed deeper and deeper inside of you, causing you to arch your back into the air
âAah! Fâ Sebastian! You're so d- deâee-eeep!â
âIs that so?â He found your spot âthe rough rugged paradise that he knew for sure drove you crazy. He rubbed it over and over, leaving his impression on you for years to come. Ensuring no man would Ever hold a candle to him in this life or the next.
His thumb on your clit, his long fingers filling you up and now his lips to your collarbone, playfully nipping at your flesh bit by Delicious bit.
âAre you going to give yourself to me?â
âHnnnââ it was all you could muster to say. Both sides of your mouth globbed with drool.
*âHm? I don't think I understood that. â*His pacing increased, his wrist nearly slapping against your trembling clit, âWant to repeat that ,my dear?â
âAghâ Yâ F-fuck!â your mind was a jumbled mess but you had to pull together a coherent thought or he was going to turn you into a puddle of yourself.
âYes, Sebastian! G-god ye-e-ess~â
âYes! Oh! Sebastian! Y-Yesss!â your mind raced back to the present. Your hips thrashed in the tub, sloshing water back and forthâ- some eventually making its way out of the tub and onto the marble floors.
You threw your head back pulling your lips in with a closeed roll of your eyes.
Your pussy throbbed in your hands, nipples standing erect to the cool air that hit your upper body.
You felt the stream of your fluid leave your insides, mixing with the bathtub water. But you didn't care. As you came down from your climax, you suddenly felt a heavier sensation in the room.
You looked around dunking your body under the tub âWho was there?â You called out. Nothing but silence met you in return.
âHuh.. Strange.â you thought aloud, âHmm, I guess I should change the water out so I can actually bathe.â You laughed at yourself both out of humility and slight unease. As you climbed out of the tub the presence grew heavier.
âSebastian?â Silence again. Even the outside air halted to a Hush.
â â˘â â°âââ˝ŕźâžâââąâ â˘â
You laid back in the tub, this time fully relaxed. Your naked body completely submerged under the water as you let the steam cover your faceâopening your pores so the drops of sweat could trickle down your face, to your neck and into the water.
The heaviness in the room felt consistent but you just took it on account of the entire manor being creepy as shit. Between the sounds of your candle flickering and the droplets from the spout of your bathtub into the water, you could have easily imagined this to be your home in another life.
Relaxing from a days work while your husband was out and about taking care of the hard work while you stayed at home pampered and ready to love on him when he got home.
I wonder if Sebastian has ever been married.
The thought echoed in your head longer than expected. You even lowered yourself in the tub till the bridge of your nose and eyes were the only visible parts above water; hoping to block out the noise by covering your ears in water.
Why am IÂ thinking this?
I have to remember were under a contract. Once this is over with we go back to the regular program.. Right? You wondered.
You blew bubbles in the water, rolling your eyes at the thought.
Returning your arms to the edge of the tub, you leaned your head to one side and closed your eyes. Tomorrow would be a rest day for all of the workers in the castle so it was really no need for you to rush out.
But your mind went back to Sebastian.
You missed him. You wanted to see him. But you wouldn't dare admit to that.
Especially after almost being caught by Mey-Rin one night! You two hid away in the walk-in pantries as he took you from behind. You could still feel his gloved hand snaking up your thigh to lift up your dress.
Things must have gotten so hectic that Mey-Rin decided to check for herself. To her and your surprise, Only you stumbled out of the pantry first. When you turned around Sebastian was nowhere to be found.
The fucking demon.
You chuckled with your eyes still closed.
âYou're such a jerk Sebastian. But I miss you. A little too much if you ask me..â
The candle burned nearly 3/4ths of the way down. It was time to get out. But when you tried to get up you felt your body held down by an invisible force.
âWhat? What's going on?â
Your legs were closed at the knees but you could feel something touching your legs, something like a presence. But you didn't see anyone!
âWhat's going on! Hello?â
âHello!â
âHe- hn~ whatâs going on?â something was toying with you. Your pussy felt rubbed, it felt like- something was inside of you but nothing was there.
Is that you, Sebastian?
â â˘â â°âââ˝ŕźâžâââąâ â˘â
Even when away Sebastian and Ciel kept their traditions, when Ciel was fast asleep Sebastian took to wandering the halls or gathering as much Intel as he could without being obvious to curious eyes.
Tonight was no different.
There wasn't a need to gather any more information. The young master and Sebastian have already cracked the case and would be leaving early in the morning to return back to the manor and back to regular programming.
And good riddance, thought Sebastian.
If he had to spend another day feigning blissful ignorance and roleplaying the doting butler more than he cared he would be due to lose it.
He blew a soft tuft of air over the unlit candle. Suddenly, a brilliant light illuminated in front of him. He walked aimlessly up and down the halls, admiring the portraits and taking mental notes of any suspicious bookshelves or hallways that from the naked eye would lead to nowhere.
But this manor was as boring as it came. The wallpaper was tacky, silverwear cheap and chipped, and the smell of the carpet⌠abominable.
When he stumbled into the kitchen, he used his gloved white hand to trace the exteriorâ scoffing at the dust he immediately picked up.
I'm so thankful that our home doesn't slack on such miniscule responsibilities. This staff wouldn't last a day.
When he thought of the crew, his mind automatically picked you out of the entire staff. Your physical and facial features making him smile as he accounted every detail perfectly. Even included what you considered imperfect. Your blind ambition to complete each task to his standard with a smile on your face and a dash of cheeky commentary.
You were adjusting well, and he was relieved. The arrangement that you two had just made matters more cohesive than before. He relished in it. His kind didn't require the physical connection like regular humans but he enjoyed it nonetheless. He especially enjoyed it with you and he didn't want to be the one to admit that being away from you began to make him wonder.
What were you doing?
Who were you with?
Did you miss hi-
Sebastian!
His eyes perked open as he walked through the hall. Was that your voice that he heard? There was no way you would have followed him this far out into the country for physical pleasure. Right?
Sebastian!
There it was again.
He knew for certain he was alone in this hallway. When analytics ruled out that you weren't around he had to jump to the next logical explanation.
You were summoning him.
âOh little one,â he chuckled to himself, âif only you humans understood the loopholes when contracting with a demon.â
He hoverd his free hand in the air palm facing upwards.
âWe can hear you. We can even feel you without even being in the room.â his eyes narrowed into slitss, a cheshire grin widening across his angular face, âWe can even touch back.â
âAll you had to do was let me in~â
â â˘â â°âââ˝ŕźâžâââąâ â˘â
The presence lifted the longer you sat there. Assuming you were safe, you leaned back against the tub, angling your head upwards to count the speckles on the ceilings droplets of condensation pooled into small pearl-sized bits across your body all of them randomly descending back into the water.
I could be here forever, you thought as you dropped your shoulders; a deep exhale escaping your lips.
âI guess its time for me to get out.â regret seeped through your voice but you knew the alternative option would be to prune and nobody wanted that.
But as you sat up or atleast tried to your body felt heavier again. You tried to sit up but an imaginary force kept you pinned to the wall of the tub. This Time with more force.
âWhat the â?â
âWhat is going on here?â
âHello!â Something is wrong .
Something is â âShhh,â your eyes sprang open as the familiar voice whispered in your head.
Sebastian? You thought to yourself, What are you doing? Are you responsible for me not being able to move?
âNow why are you putting up such a fuss when you were the one that summoned me?â
Summoned yo-? shit. You did call his name when you were climaxing. But that shouldn't mean anything since you aren't even in the manor.
âOh, Y/N.â. He was amused. Even as he stood in the hallway, the smile on his face never faltered. Without responding this time, he moved his hovered hand positioning it in such a way that his ring and middle finger were straight while his pinky and pointer finger were crooked. He could sense there was an invisible resistance when he pushed forward but when he broke the impalpable barrier a smile of triumph radiated off of him. His eyes now open, he motioned his fingers back and forth.
âDoes it still not mean anything?â
Suddenly, there was a buildup of pressure in your lower abdomen. The insides of your sex on fire. You could feel something grazing against your insides but nobody was there.
Sebastian, you moaned; clenching your knees togetherâ a silly attempt to block him, âThis isn't fair, you know.â
Oh? Like its fair to be pleasuring yourself and I'm nowhere to be found. On his side, he moved his thumb around in circles; biting his lip as force pulled on his fingers.
If you're so against me touching you, why is she squeezing on me? , he pushed further against the intangible screen between his reality and yours, practically pleading for the real thing.
âIts not that-â you breathed, âthis is just so- shit! Mmh!â now your thoughts were words. You couldn't concentrate your words enough to stay focused in your head.
You covered your mouth with your hands, muffled moans vibrating against your palm.
Don't deny me, Y/N. You know what it is you want.
Its true, you thought. You knew exactly what you wanted.
You wanted Sebastian.
The roaring in her ears reverberated like ocean waves crashing against the shore. The searing sensation between her legs drowning her in bliss. She leaned her head back, her breath rasped and plsuhed lips partially open.
Your hand moved on its own accord; massaging your breasts, flicking your nipples back and forth as the surges of intensity escalated and subsided in a multitiude of patterns that you could not keep up with. You spread your legs wide, imagining Sebastian to be there in front of you, allowing him to take full control of your body without even having to touch you made this all the more forbidden; all the more taboo, all the more exciting to you.
âAgh! Sebastian! You're so- so deep! Ple-e-aase!~ it feels so good!â you tried to calm the walls, but Sebastian kept you sat put. You had no choice but to succumb.
On his end he pushed even further, this time tilting his head towards his hand to stick out his large emblembed tongue. He took one long lick, twisting his tongue around and around, smiling to himself as he heard your moans
Your slick thickened with your nectar. Your clitoris swelled from the stimulation. You couldn't hold it any further! You felt him rummage against your gspot, thrashing against it with a concise precision that almost felt mechanical. The speed never wavered, the intensity never decreased, you could barely articulate your thoughts as it spilled into the water.
âSebastian!â you mewled âI'm close! I'm going to-â
âI'm going toâ
Don't tell me, he whispered in your head, show me.
âAh- I'm going toâ ahn!~â you closed your knees together to try to stop it but it was too late. You began to squirt on yourself, shooting streams of fluid out of the tub and onto the floor. He felt you squeeze, even visibly wrinkling his gloved hand where he stood in the hallway.
When your clamps subsided he straightened his hand again, opening his eyes fully with a smile.
Have a good night, Y/N. I hope to relive this experience again in person when we return home tomorrow
He lowered the veil, sealing the boundary between parallels. The heavy presence in the room disappeared almost instantly as you laid in the tub, breathless, heart pounding in your ears and your body like jelly.
He flicked his hand, removing his glove of the viscous solution that seemed to materialize out of nowhere. And just like that, he was back on patrol.
Another night fulfulling his duty as the butler of the Phantomhive manor.
If you made it this far pls reblog or reply! â it makes my day more than you kno!
⢠Sebastian is not traditionally gentle, but he isnât careless. His âaftercareâ is practical, almost clinical â smoothing hair back into place, straightening sheets, offering water, and ensuring youâre presentable before anyone else might see you. Itâs not softness, itâs possession disguised as neatness. He doesnât cuddle, but heâll sit beside you, always watching, like a predator ensuring its prey doesnât slip away.
B â Body part (favorite)
⢠There isnât a part of you Sebastian doesnât enjoy, but if he had to pick one during sex? Your voice/throat. Heâs obsessed with how you sound: gasps, moans, even silence when youâre holding back. Heâll draw out every sound just to claim it as his. He enjoys biting and kissing the skin of your throat, wrapping a hand around itâŚÂ
On himself? His hands. He knows exactly what they can doâhe doesnât need weapons when youâll fall apart under his touch.
C â Cum
⢠Heâs too proper to be messy, but heâll happily paint your stomach or back in his cum, though Sebastian prefers to finish inside of you. Something about filling you up and then watching his seed drip out of you after is just utterly intoxicating.Â
D â Dirty Secret
⢠He keeps little things you discard: hairpins, a glove, even the faint trace of your perfume on a handkerchief. Itâs obsessive, almost shrine-like, and he relishes the intimacy of having something no one knows he has.
E â Experience
⢠Centuries of indulgence. He knows every reaction, every tell, every nervous flicker of breath before a body even realizes what itâs asking for. Youâll never outpace him in skill â only tempt him into taking you further than you intended.
F â Favorite Position
⢠Anything where he can watch your expressions. Missionary, mirror play, or taking you from behind with your face reflected back to himâhe thrives on seeing your ruin.
G â Goofy (yes/no?)
⢠Nonexistent. He does not laugh, stumble, or play. If you try to lighten the mood with humor, heâll indulge with a smirk, but his intensity never drops. Sex with him is always another kind of ritual â purposeful, consuming, and precise.
H â Hair
⢠Immaculate grooming. Always neat, never sloppy. If he lets you tug or ruin it, thatâs intentionalâa concession, never an accident. Never disheveled unless he allows it, which is rare â a strand falling across his face while he leans down to whisper something unholy in your ear.
On you? Sebastian doesnât particularly care whether youâre shaven or have a bush.Â
 He does enjoy tugging your hair, especially if it makes your head tilt back for him.
I â Intimacy
⢠With Sebastian, intimacy is not gentle in the human senseâitâs possession disguised as tenderness. Every brush of his hand, every kiss, every word whispered against your throat is calculated to unravel you, a predatorâs precision masked in devotion. Yet in those rare, disarming moments, he lets you close: stroking his hair, lying against his chest, touching the demon who allows no one else near. Sometimes it feels like being devoured, other times it feels like being cherished, but it always carries one truthâintimacy with him is the same as belonging to him.
âI am not gentle by nature. But if you crave it from me, then you shall have itâand only me.â
J â Jacking Off
⢠He doesnât. Not if youâre around. Why would he settle for his own hand when you exist to sate him? Heâd sooner appear in your room at night, looming over your bed with that velvety smile, than ever take care of it himself.
If he ever did, it wouldnât be from lack of control, but as a performanceâsomething he knows youâre watching. That kind of cruel indulgence, where he gets off on your reaction rather than the act itself.
If he ever caught you, he would never interrupt right away. Heâd lean in the doorway, silent, watching with that predatory smirk until you finally noticed. The fact that you thought you could sate yourself without him would amuse and irritate him in equal measure.
After? Heâd make it very clear that he owns that part of you, dragging out every ounce of overstimulation until youâre trembling. Softly cruel, âAh, so you thought you could manage without me?â
⢠He prefers controlled environments (bedroom, study, private chambers). But heâs also devilish enough to risk public proximity just to watch you squirm. Of course, no one would ever catch you. Heâs the only one ever to witness you in such a way.Â
M â Motivation
⢠Sebastian isnât stirred by something as simple as bare skin â heâs a demon, after all. What truly gets him going is the little cracks in your composure: the way your breath hitches when his gloved hand trails up your thigh, how your voice catches when he murmurs too close to your ear, or how you squirm when his gaze lingers too long.
Itâs the mix of control and reaction that ignites himâyour shyness, your resistance, and then the inevitable moment you melt. He thrives on contrast: the quiet innocence of your blush against the dark heat of what he intends to do with you.
Even the smallest devotionâsaying his name like a plea, reaching for him first, trembling when he unbuttons your clothesâfuels his hunger.
N â NOs
⢠Demons are notoriously possessive. Greedy, selfish creatures. Sebastian isnât going to share you with anyone.Â
O â Oral
⢠Sebastian doesnât treat oral as casualâitâs either worship or exquisite ruin. When itâs his mouth on you, itâs merciless torment disguised as devotion; his tongue and lips work with cruel precision, drawing out every sound until youâre trembling and begging. He takes his time, savoring the way you unravel under his control. But when itâs your mouth on him, thatâs where he becomes truly unholy. He doesnât just receiveâhe orchestrates. A hand tangled in your hair, his voice low as velvet, he sets the pace, the depth, the very rhythm of your breathing. He watches every expression, every tear, every struggle to please him, and he revels in it. To Sebastian, oral isnât a favorâitâs worship, and he accepts it like the god he knows he is.
P â Pace
⢠Sebastian never rushes. He is deliberate, patient, and unyielding. Every movement is calculated to break you down slowly, to draw out the anticipation until youâre trembling with need. He prefers control over chaosâhis rhythm steady, precise, almost cruel in its restraint. And yet, heâs merciless when he decides youâve had enough of his teasing. In the blink of an eye, that measured pace shifts into something relentless, overwhelming, designed to push you past the point of reason. To him, pace is another instrumentâheâll drag you along with excruciating slowness only to ruin you with sudden, consuming intensity.
Q â Quickie
⢠Sebastian considers them an appetizer, not the meal. He indulges only when absolutely necessaryâsay, a heated moment in a shadowed corridor before Ciel calls, or to sate his own gnawing hunger. Theyâre always efficient, sharp, and leave you trembling but unsatisfiedâbecause he likes you restless and needy, knowing heâll make you pay later when he has time to take you apart truly.
R â Risk
⢠Every moment with Sebastian is a risk. He thrives on pushing boundaries, whether thatâs the danger of getting caught, using a binding spell mid-act, or pulling you into places not meant for mortals. His appetite sharpens in the face of dangerâheâll whisper that itâs more thrilling when someone could walk in, or that angels would weep if they saw what you let him do.
S â Stamina
⢠Demonic. Inhuman. Youâll break long before he does, and he knows it. His stamina isnât just physicalâitâs calculated cruelty. Heâll keep you on edge for hours, dragging you through waves of bliss until your body shakes and your voice is hoarse, while he remains maddeningly composed. If he allows himself indulgence, heâll take you until you collapseâbecause your exhaustion is proof of his possession.
T â Toys
⢠He doesnât need themâhe is the toy, the torment, the pleasure. But for amusementâs sake? Heâll use restraints of silk, candles to test your tolerance for pain, or mirrors to force you to witness what he does to you. Any toy becomes an extension of his control, never truly about the object, always about how you react.
U â Unfair
⢠Infamously so. Sebastian will tease you mercilesslyâlight touches, sharp whispers, holding you just on the brink until tears form. He enjoys it when you beg, enjoys withholding what you crave until youâre undone. Heâs patient in a way no human could be, and heâll use that against you, savoring your unraveling like the finest wine.
V â Volume
⢠Sebastian is quietâcalculated in every sound. A low chuckle, a growl against your throat, a sharp hiss of breath when you do something unexpected. He wants to hear you instead, every gasp and broken moan dragged from your lips. On rare occasions, when you truly surprise him, his voice drops to a guttural snarl that betrays the demon beneath the perfect butler façade.
W â Wild Card
⢠He doesnât allow himself true vulnerabilityâbut he has a peculiar fondness for watching you sleep after. It isnât tender, not in the human senseârather, itâs possessive, reverent. You look most defenseless then, tangled in silk sheets, marked by him. Sometimes heâll trace your pulse point just to remind himself how fragile you are, and how easily you could be gone if not for his desire to keep you.
X â X-ray
⢠Everything about Sebastian is immaculate, but beneath the suit and gloves lies a body honed like a weaponâsharp lines, sculpted muscle, a perfection that isnât natural. Even stripped bare, thereâs something almost uncanny about him, a beauty too symmetrical, too refined. Heâs not obscene in size, but proportioned to leave you ruined. You feel the delicious stinging as he stretches you; every time feels like the first, and he knows itâevery inch of him is made to tempt, to destroy, to claim.
Y â Yearning
⢠Sebastianâs desire is more like hunger than lust, an ache that no indulgence can ever soothe. His composure may suggest control, but beneath the surface lies only endless want. He can never have enough of youâno matter how many times he takes you, it only makes him crave you more. Your taste, your voice, your trembling bodyâeach only deepens his obsession, leaves him starving for the next time. You are the feast he will never finish, the one delicacy he would consume until the end of eternity, and still, he would hunger for more.
Z â ZZZ (sleeping together)
⢠Sebastian doesnât truly need sleep, not in the way mortals do, but he indulges in the act when heâs with you. Rarely will he drift off firstâhe prefers to watch you, memorizing every detail of your face in the soft quiet, your breaths steady and safe in his presence. Itâs not possessive because heâs guarding you, but because heâs savoring you, as if the world might end before morning. When he does finally relent, itâs only when your warmth lulls him into something resembling peace. Youâll often wake to find him lying on his side, arm still around your waist, gaze sharp even in half-slumberâas though the act of sleeping next to you is a luxury he refuses to take for granted.
This has been in the back of my head for a while, and I just have to share it. It's a bit of reading so bear with me. I had a dream recently about being in a threesome with Virus and Trip. I was wearing an outfit similar to their own suits, except with no undershirt, in all black, tie, skirt, stockings, and boots. We were all in Virus's room, sitting on the couch, and they started making out with me, feeling up and down every part of my body. Before I knew it, I was on all fours in front of Virus and Trip was behind me. Virus held my face and continued to kiss me, while Trip was prepping me by giving a sensual back massage. Virus continued to sloppily make out with me while also playing with my breasts. Trip practically ripped my panties off of me, while both men undid their belts. I began sucking Virus off while Trip slowly entered me. My arms were about to give out, so Virus took my hands and placed them on his thighs. Trip pulled my hair a bit too hard at some point, causing my head to jerk back, which caused Virus's dick to slip out of my mouth, and was scolded by Virus to be more gentle with me. He listened and softened his grip. At some point, while still sucking Virus's dick, I slowly moved my hands from his thighs and placed them on his ass. He gasped in surprise and smirked down at me while saying "Such a fiesty girl." He caressed the side of my head while I continued pleasuring him. Trip continued pounding me from behind, thrusting almost mercilessly as he pulled my hair.
Hello again đ A while back I had a dream about Riocard pounding me doggy style in a hotel room. At some point my arms couldn't support me anymore and I ended up flat on my abdomen. He seemed rathered pleased by this so he began moving even faster. I couldn't form words anymore, only moans and heavy panting. We were both drenched in sweat, all you could here in the room was loud moans, curses, and my super wet đş being ravished, threatening to gush at any moment. The poor bed didn't stand a chance lol. Would Riocard be gentle and take things slow, or would he just go in and take you as soon as possible? Also, would he have any kinks different from his normal Alucard form, and would he provide aftercare?
Iâve always viewed Riocard as the more suave and refined part of Alucardâs personality
You could even say the more âbougieâ part
Because of that heâd be the type to make things slow and sensual
Normally he goes rough and fast, but when heâs in Rio form, he likes to make you do the work and perform for him
Heâd like to sit in a chair and watch you dance for him
In this form, heâs a little more into money and fineries
Heâd want you to wear fancy lingerie, drink expensive wine, and fuck in expensive hotels
Youâll have to do more begging and kissing up than usual
In fact, he may even make you roleplay as an escort while youâre at the hotel
Youâd be the escort, and heâd be the rich man who hired you for the night
He gives you more control in this form
You get to worship him for a change, and heâs going to enjoy every minute of it
Heâd love to pour expensive wine on you and lick it off
Hell, heâd even order room service just to play with
When itâs time for the main event though, he will be in control
Heâll put you through the mattress
But not before having you remove his clothes
Then you finally get to see his usual self
That long hair of his falls all around the two of you, and you keep your fingers tangled in it
Once again, heâll make you beg for it
You have to beg to cum, and the whole time you have to tell him how good heâs doing
In terms of aftercare, heâs pretty much the same as his other forms, but he does take advantage of the hotel
Heâll order you special room service before helping you get cleaned up
And the next morning, heâll pay for you to go to the hotelâs spa
He loves looking at the masseuse as they notice all the marks on your body
He reads their mind, loving the dirty thoughts they have as they take care of you
Then youâll be treated for the rest of the day
Heâll take you to fine places and get you whatever you like
âHere, a little reward for taking my cock like a good little slut,â Heâll purr in your ear as he takes the items to the register
