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SMUT PROMPT ↷ "you're my nasty girl, aren't you?"

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♤;SYNOPSIS ↷ the time of keeping up appearances were nearing a close. sebastian was at his limits with you, and now it was time for you to practice your methods of deceit.

♤;ABOUT WHO? ↷ sebastian michaelis x fem!reader

♤;CONTENT WARNING ↷ minors DNI.

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Sebastian couldn’t help himself anymore. How could you do this to him? Walking around the manor without a care in the world. Your cheery disposition inherently masking what he knew underneath. The core of your very being. Like an apple freshly bitten into, its juices coating your hand down to your forearm. He wanted to, no, needed to have a bite of you again.

And you knew this. You tortured him on purpose. You felt like he didn’t fuck you hard enough, he didn't make you cum and lose your fucking mind like he normally did after a long day catering to the brat. And so now, you would punish him. By fucking your own self silly.

Leaving your door slightly cracked on purpose, your bedroom light would peer through the crack just enough to reveal yourself selfishly massaging your clit and squeezing your breasts to the thoughts of Sebastian on top of you, pounding away at you, moaning in your ear and filling Your begging pussy with his seed.

Night after night you would perform, and night after night you could feel a presence outside of your door, looking in. Observing. Waiting to strike. And in the day, when you knew you’d be stationed near him, you would purposely dab your neck with your essence. It drove him fucking insane. The second you would pass by him, he would clear his throat, adjust his shirt collar, and go the opposite way.

Eventually he'll break. But until eventually comes, the mouse will play.

Ciel was keeping everyone busy around the manor till the evening sun landed across the horizon, and today was no different. From the little bit of information you were able to gather from maid gossip, someone important was coming. Family maybe? Or the queen? You couldn't really figure it out. Nor did you really care. Between Mei Rin, Mr. Tanaka, Finny and Baldroy... did the manor really need more company?

You carried the laundry down the hall, humming a cheerful tune to yourself. You saw neither Ciel or Sebastian today which was a silent relief for you. Not only did you manage to squeeze in a morning orgasm, you could take your time in the laundry, possibly all day if you were smart about it. Nobody ventured that far to the laundry room. If you were stationed there nobody would expect to see you again till supper. Which was perfectly fine for you. At the least, you wouldn't feel embarassed about skipping out on wearing bloomers.

You dropped the large basket to your feet and readied the water to begin cleaning the linen. The room was already steamy, leaving you no choice but to toss your apron and hike up your dress.

You cinched one side and pulled it just below your garter, giving your maid outfit a dramatic transition from conservative to sultry in seconds. Your boots clicked across the moistened cobblestone, gathering inventory of what you need to bring tot he center of the room. The steam was getting to you second by second, so much that you needed to fix your hair out of your face and off your neck.

"My word." you sighed, fanning yourself. "Was it always this hot in here?" Your eyes scanned the room for the source until-

"No bloody wonder. Someone has the boiler turnt incredibly high." With a suck of your teeth and a stomp of your feet, you gripped the boiler handle and pulled it down to a more comfortable setting. You grinned in accomplishment as you cleaned your hands of the handle's dust and grime.

Returning back to your designated station, you looked around for any disturbances. Everything seemed to be normal for the most part. Well... As normal as a Phantomhive mansion has been since you've been there.

You rolled up your sleeves, bent over the washing station and got to work. You finished the linens and the whites with zest, silently satisfied with your efforts this morning. Maybe I should pleasure myself more. My productivity is to the roof!

You wiped your forehead free of sweat. Your back and arms were starting to tense up, but you didn't want to stop. Because if you finished early, you could sneak to the kitchen and find a spare bowl of sweets Baldroy made excess of and hideaway until it was suppertime. With that idea in mind, you reached down and poured in an odorless powder that's known for lightening the whites.

You stood for a moment, turned your back to the clothes, and stretched your arms high into the air. The only noises around you were the sounds of water splashing in the neighboring basins, the chirping birds outside and the occasional neigh of the Master's horses. You couldn't wait to take your break right after-

"Huh?! Oh no. No no no no!" Your eyes bulged out of your head the second you turned around. The lightening powder was actually red! All of Ciel's finest whites were now stained a blood red.

"Such a disappointing sight, isn't it?" even with a bemused smirk on his face, his hardened eyes remained focused on you. With Ciel's clothes clutched in your trembling hands, you turned around with a flustered yet annoyed glare.

"Why did you do this! I'm going to get into so much trouble with the Master!"

"Trouble?" that tickled him. "The only trouble you should worry about is your attire." what? "The Phantomhive workers, especially the women, don't parade around here like mistresses of the night." Sebastian began to walk forward, his steady pace quickened, leaving you little opportunity to move to the side. Before you knew it, he was inches away from you. You could see the embers in his eyes flickering a lustful gleam underneath his everyday calm yet cold demeanor.

"Its such a shame, considering I Trained You. Do you not remember those days? Or better yet-" Sebastian pinned you at the edge of the wash basin, your upper back bending over the edge of the basin until your torso was nearly hovering over the scalding hot red water.

"Don't you remember those nights? How I would spend hours on hours teaching you the ways of the Phantomhive? Just for you to-" his hand snaked up the slit of your dress. With that same gloved finger, he traced your inner thigh upwards, his breath hitching the higher and higher it went. For someone as slim as Sebastian, he was strong. He was firm. He was.

"Just as I thought." he surmised. He pushed the fabric of your dress to the side, exposing your cunt for anyone to see if they strolled inside of the washroom. "Over all the washing detergent and imported bleach, I know your scent anywhere." without announcement, he outlined the slit of your plump lips. As he did so, he looked back up at you, a playful raise of an eyebrow on his face. You were wet, you knew this, and to feel him analyzing the viscosity with his finger made you squirm underneath him.

"Aren't you going to stop me?"

"Why would I?" his face softened. Was he disappointed?

"Its no fun chasing a mouse that just lays there to be eaten." again with his riddles.

"Well," you took a breath, feeling his fingers slip inside of you with no further movement. The pressure made you flinch, but you adjusted to his length with a moan. "What if i'm tired of playing and just want to be consumed?"

He enjoyed your form of wordplay. "Consumed you say?" he pushed further in. "And what makes you think I'm so hungry for you?" he leaned down to your neck, sending kisses up and down your neck as he pushed further inside of you. He groaned in your ear. He missed how wet you would get for him. Silently being taunted wasn't enough anymore. He needed to feel you.

"Its not like a Phantomhive to leave their guests unsatisfied, remember?" the fanged smile on his face got wider and wider as he heard your question.

"My my, Y/N, I must say." he pushed the clothes out of your hand, turned you around, and lifted your dress over your hips to expose your rear to him. "As a butler of the Phantomhive manor, I'm impressed. But as your lover, I'm Devilishly ravished." he spread your lips open, admiring the sticky stream of fluids connecting your lips together. With his tongue extended wide, he flicked his tongue back and forth on your clit, purposely making more noise than normal as he suckled and slurped on your throbbing button. You gripped on the edge of the basin, nipples hardening underneath your blouse as he continued on.

His licks were sloppy, hungry, meaningful, and wanting. He had to wait so long for you. To taste you. To hear your voice cry his name. To see you as a bashful mess underneath you. He couldn't wait any longer! He used two fingers and stuffed you just how you likeed it, pumping in and out as he latched onto your clit. Your pussy made squishing and sloshing noises that indicated you were more than ready for entry, but Sebastian never let up. He kissed your pussy, sucked your clit, and swallowed every drop of your essence down his throat with zest.

Deciding to up the ante, he motioned his crooked fingers up and down inside of you, making your pussy slosh your fluids over his face and down your legs. Your cries became uncontrollable, hips bucking back and forth as his pace continued on at a consistent pace. One final buck, and his mission was accomplished. You squirted all over his hand, sending streams of fluid down both of your thighs and down his wrist.

He kissed one of your buttcheeks, giving it a firm slap and grab. "You're still as alluring as ever." he unleashed his beast out of his trousers, rubbing it to full mast. He rubbed the precum over the tip of hs dick and pushed you forward once more.

"I'm going to enjoy you now." reaching to the front, he roughly pulled your blouse, ripping the fabric to expose your beautiful breasts, he grabbed a cup full as he pushed inside of you. His jaw clenched, brows furrrowing as he familiarized himself with his own personal paradise.

"How can you be so tight?" he groaned. You knew the obvious answer, but his dick felt too good for logic to take its course. He squeezed your breasts again and began to pump. At first, his pacing was even, careful, calculated and slow. But after a few moans and a grip of his wrist, he knew it was time.

"How does the lady want it?" he growled, pushing further and further inside of you. Your pussy clenched onto him, making him clear his throat to restrain from letting out another moan. The mix between your warmth, your wetness, and your cries made it hard for him to focus. His eyes wanted to roll back so badly, but he kept his composure.

"How you give it best, Sebastian." You moaned lowly. By then he began to slam his hips into you. His hot dick thrashed back and forth inside of you, reclaiming your walls as his wonderland. He reached his same hand that gripped your breasts up to your neck, arching you back to his chest.

"Open." he demanded. You opened your mouth just enough for him to stick his tongue inside, roughly kissing you as he continued to drill inside of you. With your lips still together, you moaned in his mouth and bit his lip. With a smile, he let you bite as hard as you could before letting the kiss go. And in return, he pried his fangs and bit onto your neck, prying down just enough so he wouldn't draw blood but enough to have goosepimples scatter across your body.

The sounds of his hips slamming into your ass and your animalistic moans became the melody of the washroom. You tilted your headback so he had a firm grip of your neck as his dick playfully grazed your gspot.

"I'm close, Sebastian~" you cried out, arms buckling from the pressure. The sensation was building in your pelvic area. You were about to orgasm again. With a smile, he quickly pulled out and repositioned himself so that you were facing him and your legs were wrapped around his waist.

"Wrap your arms around my neck." he hoisted you up to slide you down the length of his engorged member. With little to no effort, he bounced you up and down, drilling into you like he was going away for even longer this time.

"Sebastian! Shit!"

"Say it again." he bounced you up and down harder, making you feel all of him.

"Sebastian!" your breasts pressed against his chest as he took full control. Your face twisted and contorted at the rapid waves of pleasure overcoming your body. You whined, you moaned, you cursed, and you screamed, but you never wanted him to stop. You missed his dick just too much.

"Again." he brought you up, all the way up, so that only the tip of his dick was inside of you. And, in an instant, he dropped you back down. Lather, rinse, repeat, you were on a seesaw of lust you just didn't want to get off of.

"Dammit! Sebastian! Yes!" you cried out, whimpers escaping your perfect lips. "Yes. God, yes!"

Sebastian chuckled, pushing you down one final time before his seed shot inside of you. As he slid you up, he held you in midair, purposely allowing his seed to drip out of you and onto his polished shoes.

"You and I can both agree that there was no God here, correct?" he playfully winked at you, planting his lips on yours. He hoisted you up bridal style and smiled back down at you.

"Lets get you cleaned up." as you looked up at him, his warm smile was overshadowed by his burning demonic glare.

"I haven't even shown you what I wanted to do to you for teasing me so much the other night."

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crimsonrose99 · 19 days ago

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— yes, my lady : sebastian michaelis x f!reader

content warnings! reader is a descendant of the phantomhive family, power imbalance (master/servant) but also (human/demon), somewhat monsterfucking if you squint (i wanted to make use of his ‘true form’ a little), smut, size difference, manhandling, praise, pet names (my lady, darling, dear), orgasm control, sacrilege, a tiny bit of blood, topics of loneliness

summary: after another tiresome day out in the world, you are greeted with your recent mistake—sebastian. a hand-me-down from your ancestors that you summoned by chance and who now apparently has a contract with you. yet this modern world, working women, independence, and your awfully bratty attitude are challenges that are entirely new to him. however, he did swear to serve you. so, allow him to take care of his tired "mistress"

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It’s not every day that your job becomes stressful enough to fully tire you out. But today, today was even more draining than you had anticipated. Deep red eyes watch your tired form from across the hallway, raking over your figure as the owner remains quiet. Sebastian hasn't quite understood the fulfilment behind humans working themselves to the bone, nor the desire for young women to eagerly venture out to conquer “corporate,” as you once called it.

Yet, understanding or not, he is sworn to serve you and look after you. You are in his care until the contract is completed.

For this, he steps forward, his touch as sultry and gentle as his voice that welcomes you home. “My Lady,” the demon begins, as strength returns to your figure upon the stabilising hold of his hands on the small of your back while you remove your heels. You meet his smile with a glare from your pretty eyes, still wary of your newly added décor.

“I can handle myself just fine, Sebastian.” Yes, you’re a feisty one. Sebastian has been well aware of that fact since the moment you met. You dislike men staring at you in the street, loathe the forced small talk with them at work, or having to humour one of them when all you want is to be in the safety and comfort of your home. The once safe haven you now share with some sort of butler, or so he proclaimed. Never would you have expected such an outcome from your family’s antiques.

But here you are, the independent woman from before, now with a handsome devil at your beck and call. “You appear particularly exhausted tonight. Why not let me take care of you and help you to a restful night?” Sebastian proposes with gentle calmness to your vervour as his hands return to rest behind his back.

He irritates you. His act of concern for you when all he truly cares for is your soul. The motive is clear, yet he play-pretends to be something you cannot wrap your head around. “And what could you do for me?” you challenge in return, crossing your arms in front of your chest as the tip of your nose lifts a little higher to meet Sebastian’s gaze. “Anything you wish,” replies the butler, without a hint of malice in his words. “I would propose running a hot bath, brewing a warm cup of tea, and—” he pauses, clearly having caught himself with an idea you would despise.

The proposal sounds pleasing, almost exactly what you would do if you weren’t feeling too lazy to run a bath for yourself. But he doesn't need to know that. Your expression remains unfaltering, almost challenging. “And what? Speak, Sebastian.” The quirk of your brow ticks Sebastian off in just the right way, your confidence and demand a challenge he secretly enjoys.

The distance between your bodies grows smaller, and a gloved hand tips your chin up as red hues draw near. “A massage for your exhausted figure, my Lady.” He drawls the title, a pinch of condescension hidden in his words. You can’t resist the idea of standing on your toes, leaning further into his space to see him shrink away as your lips almost brush Sebastian’s while you speak: “Carry me, Sebastian.”

Yet, he does not shy away. He feels your pulse quicken, hears your heart drumming a beat of bravery, while your sweet lips could offer a relief he hasn’t felt in millennia. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth upon your demand and, without hesitation, you find yourself in his embrace. Knees and shoulders pressed firmly against his body, Sebastian carries you to your bedroom.

He knows tonight won’t be easy on him. Sebastian is well aware of the mischief you try to conceal, to seem more mature than you actually are. But tonight you appear different; tonight, you bring new challenges to your rendezvous once your head finds its rest on his shoulder. The tease of your breath against his neck, your smaller fingers playing with his necktie as you wet your lips. Nothing good comes from those pretty lips, Sebastian notes.

“Sebastian?” How can you suddenly say his name so softly? He looks down to you, the crimson tinge to his eyes making him appear like a starved hunter under the faint lights of the streetlamps and mood lights in your apartment. “The water is already set and at the perfect temperature for the female body.” Of course, he had heard your footsteps from afar and decided that tonight would be perfect for a bath. He is an expert at planning, at being one step ahead of everyone else. That is, until you continue speaking. A simple command, short and to the point, too alluring: “Undress me.”

You need to try harder if you wish to get a rise from him. For now, you find yourself seated on your bathroom counter with a newly found frown adorning your face. It doesn’t suit you, but it entertains Sebastian. “Your wish is my command,” he speaks an octave lower, honey almost dripping from his words before skilled fingers smooth out the fabric of your blouse. Sebastian’s gaze does not meet yours while he unbuttons it; he stays focused on the task without lusting over your exposed skin.

Suddenly, you wish he would want to devour you. The gloved touch that teases your upper body is not enough, yet so close to the fulfilling feeling of desire that you miss.

The clothing item is pushed off your shoulders before his touch ghosts along your waist. “May I continue?” The question is accompanied by one hand held out to you, palm facing up for you to grasp and rise to your feet. In one swift move, you find yourself staring at your reflection in the mirror as Sebastian spins you around to undo the intricate buttons of your skirt you had struggled with this morning—why must designers place them in such difficult spots?

To nobody’s surprise, they are undone as quickly as your blouse, before your silk dress follows suit and pools around your ankles, leaving you in nothing but a tantalising set of underwear—dark red, almost a perfect match to Sebastian’s eyes. You eyes meet through the mirror and you refuse to shy away. No, like the little vixen that you are, you lean forward just enough to expose yourself further to your demon as you pretend to busy yourself by wiping off your lipstick.

It feels humbling to witness his gaze remain unfaltering; Sebastian continues to look into your eyes rather than the places you want his greed to be. “I will prepare your tea now,” he states as business continues as usual before leaving you alone.

A sigh is all you allow yourself as your shoulders slump. You really tried to seduce him. At the thought, you find a smile tugging at your mouth, the lust to be desired something that has been missing for a while now in your life. You know work, you know how to overwork yourself, and you have no time for flings or meaningless encounters. That was when he entered the picture.

Upon Sebastian’s return, he finds you seated in the bathtub; You’ve made sure to keep your hair out of the water and expose your neck, for hungry eyes to appreciate the shein layer of damp on your skin. The plate beneath the teacup meets the ceramic of your bathtub as your widened—nearly pleading—eyes shoot up to challenge his. If only you had acted a second quicker, you would have caught him staring at your cleavage, barely covered by the water and foam.

“Is there anything else you may need?” Sebastian inquires. He hates to admit it, but tonight seems like a greater challenge than he anticipated. How the simple word “You” could weaken a demon of his calibre is something for future Sebastian to concern himself with. Present Sebastian relishes the desire tugging at his stomach, the way you stare at him so submissively. Until you continue speaking: “Massage me, my butler.”

You turn your back to him as he takes his place behind you on the edge of the bathtub. Would you still be so smug if he grabbed your cheeks between his fingertips? If he forced you to look deep into his eyes while coaxing the cutest sounds past your lips? How can you act this way when at night you hump your pillow and beg for more, something better? Yet in the daylight, you behave like a spoiled princess, and he only adds to that imaginary status of yours. How badly he would love to ruin it. One or two more slip-ups, and he might find a loophole in your contract and commands.

To your dismay, gloved hands meet the skin of your neck. “Take them off, Sebastian. Touch me fully.” Your words bounce off the bathroom tiles, and his reply of “Yes, my lady,” echoes back. Shivers elicit along your neck as his skin touches yours, and the strength behind Sebastian’s touch massages the knots and the sorrow from your shoulders.

The moment is sweet enough to let your eyes fall closed, your head resting against Sebastian’s thigh as you sigh a gentle moan of relief. The sound snaps Sebastian’s attention to your face. With your eyes closed, he allows himself a moment to admire your features. Even a demon can admit that some humans are indeed beautiful. Sometimes, that beauty doesn’t surpass their soul, but in your case, there is something so unique about you that captivates Sebastian’s attention and lust.

You catch him staring as your eyes flutter open, the position you find yourself in so vulnerable, with him leaning above you. “Naughty butler…” you tease, and Sebastian wants to wipe that cheeky smirk right off your face. “If you have so much time to stare at me, you might as well wash my body for me.” The disrespectful teasing, as if he were nothing more than a pet, reminds Sebastian of someone else, someone he couldn’t wait to devour many years ago. But what else could he do but make himself useful for now?

In a swift move, Sebastian shrugs off his jacket and pushes up the sleeves of his buttoned shirt before kneeling beside your bathtub. He appears disinterested again, putting on a perfect mask of nonchalance as he runs the washcloth along your shoulders and arms, warming your figure and letting rose-scented water wash the sorrows away.

Until you’ve had enough of this act. Until you grow overly confident as you lean into his proximity: Your fingers lace around Sebastian’s wrist like a personal handcuff, your eyes locking onto his. “Be more thorough, Sebastian. Wash away the filth.” You go as far as to help him run the cloth over your chest. The drag of his nails against your sensitive skin sends shivers down your spine, and Sebastian watches you attentively, to witness your pupils dilate, the pink tip of your tongue darting out to wet your lips as your noses almost touch. He has never obeyed such a troublesome person before.

You start to bring out the worst in him—something that wants to teach you a lesson, something to remind you how different the roles could be if it weren't for this contract. The washcloth is pushed over your breasts and dips beneath the surface of the water to run along your stomach before being abandoned entirely as Sebastian’s fingers dip into the supple flesh of your thighs. Blunt nails drag along your inner thighs, and he loves to watch the shift in your demeanour; how you grow shy beneath his touch, your stare faltering as he draws dangerously close to your sacred area.

There is no bite to your bark as you cry out his name, your need for him too evident while you try to maintain a pretence. "S-Sebastian!" Finally, you act as your thighs press shut around his hand, panic ever so evident in your pretty eyes he can't stop the devilish smirk from spreading across his features. "My dear, don’t tell me you expect to play with fire and come out unharmed…"

The next moment, your back meets the cold stone as Sebastian races forward, hands placed left and right from your figure on the edge of the bathtub. The impact forces a puff of air to escape your lips as your eyes snap up to meet your butler’s dark pair, searching for a trace of humanity in those pools of crimson. "Behave…" you attempt to regain control, which is met with a chuckle. "I only follow your commands," he challenges as the cloth returns to clean your body. "You wanted me to be thorough, let me be thorough."

However, the lips that crash against the racing pulse in your neck have nothing to do with the command of cleaning your body. Sebastian acts upon his own selfish accord, upon the lust you’ve ignited by teetering too close to the dangerous territories of demonic desires.

And he makes you feel too good as he ravages you, suckling and nipping at your skin until you can't help but moan, your head falling back to offer him more space. You can't even think of a fitting command, the sweet words for him to "Don’t stop, please," a much more natural reaction as his palms cup your breasts, pinching and pulling at your nipples until you whimper ever so prettily.

"Who would have thought you could turn into such a sweet darling?" Sebastian teases with whispered words against the shell of your ear, the hum that follows so deep and low it has your stomach fluttering. Your fingers lace between his dark strands, effectively holding him in place as you return to being face-to-face with Sebastian. Shamelessly, you allow yourself to rake your eyes over his sharp features. You've never wanted anything more than him. But the thought evaporates upon the sharp sensation of nails against your waistline and hips, upon the pair of fingers pushing between your folds before rubbing against your clit.

Oh? How willingly you part your legs now, Sebastian muses.

"Is this thorough enough, my lady?" he mocks as his fingertips press against the opening of your pussy, your eager hole giving way slightly as he pushes past. He knows what he’s doing to you. He sees it in the crease of your brow, feels it as your hips buck against his touch. "More, Sebastian, I need more tonight." Like the greedy thing you are, you take it upon yourself to play with your breasts, yet the silent plea in your eyes tells your butler all you want is for him to take care of you.

“Oh dear,” he whispers gently, but smiles victoriously as your moans tumble from your trembling lips when two of his fingers push inside you. "Do you give yourself to me? Allow me full reign, hm?"

The idea sounds great, perfect, until you manage to flutter your heavy eyes open and see the devious apparition in front of you. Sebastian’s eyes are more slanted, set ablaze, deep pink hues now replacing his usual red, with lust overflowing past his thick lashes as pointed teeth hide behind his full lips. Giving yourself to a demon doesn’t seem like the best idea, but the fingers stimulating your gummy spot have you nodding regardless. How lucky you are that you need to use words under these circumstances.

“Darling, tell me,” Sebastian urges as his thrusts become harsher, uncaring for the water or your comfort as your tits bounce and your walls clamp so promisingly. “N-no, no, Sebastian! Just, ah—” you falter as you try your best to stay present, to keep control over this demon while he fingerfucks you. “Think, speak, quickly, little Lady,” he further pressures you. What he wouldn’t give to do with your body whatever he wants. “Just-, just tonight! Sebastian—” the way you moan his name makes you a sinner itself, it should send you to all seven hells as the echoes ring inside his mind. “Look after me, tonight,” you finally manage to cry out as your walls pull in desperate need. “Make me feel good,” your final demand.

But instead of sweet release, you feel the disappointing emptiness as he retracts his fingers, leaving you a heaving mess in your bathtub—only now do you notice how cold the water has turned. “You can ask more nicely than that, my dear.” There is little consideration to be spared for the length of your bath once a strong arm wraps around your waist. Sebastian wastes no time in having you seated on his lap, your wet form drenching his clothing as he spreads your legs over his thighs and presses you flush against his chest. “I will look after you until the day you die,” he whispers into your ear, and maybe if the words weren’t so true and less intimidating, you could consider them romantic.

You notice that Sebastian’s form has returned to fully human, with almost tender eyes meeting yours this time around, turning your desire mellow and seasoned with sweetness. “Kiss me, please.”

He follows suit as your lips crash together a moment later, his palms stabilising your back in his hold. “More…” you breathe. Your fingers reach out to guide one of his hands on your back, between the valley of your tits, down your stomach, until you ultimately buck your hips against his, seeking further friction in desperate need. He tightens his hold on your body, tugging gently at your frame as he leans forward to suck on your wet skin, leaving marks in his wake. A small grin tugs at his lips as a soft whimper escapes you. “What’s wrong?” The whispered question makes goosebumps spread over your skin as the chill of his breath battles with the warmth of your bathroom.

“Want to be ruined by you.” The words that fall past your lips seal your fate. “Please, make me feel good, Sebastian.” You sound so desperate, only a fool would resist. “Taint me,” you shamelessly sigh against his ear, “Let me feel you.”

“Taint you…” he murmurs, halting his movements momentarily to witness you grow impatient before one of his arms holds a firm grip around your waist, restricting your movements as you’re now fully pressed against his chest. “How much more does my little Lady want to be tainted?” His free hand ghosts along your puffy lips, your slick making the drag too easy, too appealing to not draw circles into your clit, only pulling back any time he feels you squirm on his lap. Your little cries are music to Sebastian’s ears. It’s so good, too good, the way his fingers move, almost as if he already knows all your weak spots. “Do you wish to experience bliss only I could give you, and ruin yourself for all eternity?” His questions urge you to wrap your arms around him, to hide your face in the gentle embrace of a monster, as though you’re trying to hide from judgement itself upon your immoral fantasies. “I wish for that, Sebastian.”

No further words are needed, not when your lips convey more as they meet Sebastian's. A kiss so fierce, he may steal the air from your lungs and drag you to hell himself. Teeth pull at your bottom lip unapologetically, his tongue meeting with your own, entwining with another until you taste him. Meanwhile, the familiar stretch of his fingers, accompanied by the filthy squelching of your arousal, threatens to overload your senses. The teasing returns as your lips part to allow Sebastian a front row seat to your desperate play, as his thumb presses into your clit. You really yearn for this orgasm, don’t you? Of course, you do, with how tightly you clench around his digits, pulsing as though you’re trying to keep him inside—as if he couldn’t offer you a much better alternative.

“Let go, my dear, you look so beautiful right now, I want to see you come undone for me.” Sebastian encourages, as his fingers expertly curl against your walls, each time pushing past the limits of what you’re able to take. So you let go, finally, allowing your eyes to shut as your fingers fist the fabric of his dress shirt. He’s never received praise in a prayer-like form, the sighing thank-yous tumbling free between your moans, so unlike the feisty thing you pretend to be. You are adorable. “Very good, my darling, just like that.” Sebastian whispers, as the movements slow down until his fingers still inside you, until the heaving of your chest and the trembling of your thighs calms, and you fall into his embrace.

But much to Sebastian's surprise, and despite his predictions about your exhaustion, you return his previous affections. Your lips kiss along his neck as you undo his necktie, fingertips already so eager to free him from the confines of his clothes, it makes Sebastian wonder who the real glutton between you two is. “My Lady,” he innocently halts your advances as he entwines his fingers with your own, kissing each tip while holding eye contact. “Shouldn’t we proceed to your chambers? I don’t wish to bring needless discomfort upon you—you need your strength to handle me.” At that, you feel his tongue drag along your pointer finger before a final kiss is placed on its tip, while a devious smile returns to Sebastian’s lips. If only you wouldn’t look so adorable each time he teases you. But you are already too far gone to keep up pretences, when you can instead allow someone else to finally be your resolve.

So it's only natural for you to command Sebastian once more. “Bring me to my bed,” you mumble while your arms already lace around his neck. He follows.

Yet it catches you by surprise once you’re simply dropped into your bouncy mattress and sea of pillows. However, in the next moment, you find yourself caged underneath Sebastian. Your hands roam free to undo his dress shirt and shrug it off his figure, allowing your nails to drag over his pearly skin until you reach his pants and finally feel what lies hidden behind the dark fabrics.

You seem in control, until firm hands spread your thighs and Sebastian leans in, to nibble along your inner legs, shining in the moonlight as he dives between your thighs to lap at your cunt, his tongue pushing past the tight ring of your entrance before dragging all over your hot and puffy pussy. He then licks and kisses his way up your stomach, sternum, and nipples, while the surprising satisfaction of his cock—hot, hard, and leaking with pre-cum—coats itself with your juices. He grinds against you until you writhe for more, until his hands find rest on the back of your knees so he can press your legs up against your sides, fully opening you to thrust into you without struggle, without restraint, as lust overcomes him.

You shake your head at the stretch of his girth welcoming your pussy, sweet pleas mixed with whiny complaints escaping your lips without much thought. “‘S too much, Sebastian… can’t…” you admit. The chuckle that follows is devious, before a soft sigh in satisfaction follows as tender lips place an adoring kiss to your cheek. “You will,” Sebastian whispers, followed by the command “Now just surrender to me.” His lips seek out your own once more as he picks up a relentless pace.

Your nails dig into his back, leaving red streaks that run deep. You can’t look at anything but him—his strong body on top of yours, the visible strain to his muscles while he ruts into you—until you find yourself once more captivated by his eyes. He almost looks at you lovingly, no hungrily. But Sebastian doesn't just want to consume your soul; no, his desires reach beyond basic greed. He wants to own you, to keep you to himself, to reign over you until your best years are over. You can see it clearly while swimming in crimson. But with the delicious drag of his cock inside your walls, you might just let him. Who would have expected you to be tamed this well by getting fucked?

“Please, please, please,” you exhale as your head lolls from side to side, writhing beneath your very own demon. Oh? You’re quick to beg. Quick to turn desperate, so eager to have more of something that should never have been yours. “Sebastian, Sebastian,” you repeat like a mantra as his hands hold your fragile body, digging into your hips to force you into a perfect arch for Sebastian to ravage your skin. He litters kisses over your chest, laps at your nipples, and drags your hips back down to snap against his while he is guided by gluttony.

“Give yourself to me,” you demand with no trace of shame in your bones, finally giving him a task worthy of your beautiful soul. “Stay with me, be mine…”

You almost feel dizzy with how easily Sebastian hoists you up until you’re on all fours, ass perfectly exposed for him to fully sheath his cock inside you, effectively pushing your upper body into your sea of pillows. But in stark contrast to his rather harsh handling of your body, his lips return to press soft kisses along your back. “I am yours if you are mine, my darling.” The words flow like honey before your blood coats Sebastian’s tongue as he breaks the skin, engraving himself on your skin.

Your fingers dig into the cushions, searching for support as you struggle. But the strong arm lacing around your body is all the comfort you will need from now on; his cold touch will soon set you ablaze.

Sebastian is deep inside you, the head of his cock finding your sweet spot almost naturally as he perfectly curves against your velvet walls, hips snapping against your arse cheeks with unforeseen fervour. His hands dig into your hips, surely bruising your hip bones for the coming days, but you’ve never felt this good before. Never so full, never as cared for as by the monster that is in love with your soul. You moan his name in delight, making Sebastian proud once you eagerly bounce back into his thrusts.

The husky sounds of pleasure grow clearer as his movements slow down. You feel yourself being further pushed against the mattress, to spread your legs to spread wider and arch deeper, for his penetration to slowly steal your sanity. Who would have expected the pressure of his palm against your stomach would make you clamp around him this much? Moaning, whimpering, pleading as you beg for mercy, trying to tell him it’s too… “Too good, Sebastian, I’m—”

His movements are slow but precise, accentuating the way you desperately clamp around him in an attempt to hold him inside you for eternity. “Yes, fall apart. Let go for me,” Sebastian’s eyes roam over your smaller body beneath him, a sweaty, shaking mess. He will take care of that right after you are done. For now, instead of worrying, his hands grab at your ass almost aggressively, spreading your lower lips even further as he ruts into you.

The high-pitched squeal that escapes your throat when he picks up his pace again serves as a perfect display of your misery. Tears prick at the sides of your eyes as your hips are pushed back to meet Sebastian’s relentless thrusts. “Make me proud, little Lady...” is his final demand, with sneaky fingers returning to play with your clit as he hoists you off the bed, holding you tightly against his chest.

You’re fully seated on his cock, entirely engulfed by his embrace and consumed by the same demon, just as you bask in the sweet release coursing through your veins. Sebastian allows himself to be lost in your pretty cries and the way your pussy practically drips from both of your orgasms. True to his nature, he watches you like a devil on your shoulder; dark red eyes witnessing your fucked-out expression with the cutest smile illuminates your features.

His lips caress your neck as he whispers, “Do you feel better now?” You hum and let your fingers card through his hair, a tired “I do. Thank you, Sebastian” exchanged from your mouth to his ear.

Swiftly, Sebastian moves to carry you back to your spacious bathtub and lets it refill with warmth. “How about my Lady actually relaxes this time around?”

dividers by @/cafekitsune

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crimsonrose99 · 25 days ago

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# 18+ smut, virginity loss, mentions of switch! reader and sebastian, kink exploration, bottom! reader, mdni.

YOUR FIRST TIME WITH SEBASTIAN MICHAELIS, was nothing but pure soft, slow, and passionate. Or so on how it started before it became even more. Your lover knows that it will take some time before you feel comfortable in exploring your desires, you have pinpointed that you want to experience vanilla sex first, in which he respected.

Slow thrusts, sweaty naked bodies mingled together on the cotton sheets of your mattress. Clothes were scattered all over the floor while Sebastian focuses on making you feel good. He needs to be gentle, his demon heart wants to feel the passion humans crave during sex—not just pure lust, but actually feel the connection with the human under him. He didn’t want his sadistic side to take over. Yet.

His crimson eyes were hooded with such longing and desire, other of his kind will berate for making such expressions, for feeling such disgusting emotions yet he was not one to comply with the rules in their world.

His moans sound so beautiful, he was not afraid being loud. He wants you to know that you are also making him feel good. He grips your hips firmly, driving deeper inside you while his eyes ogle around the sweat dripping over your body.

Your scent mixed with his drives him wild, a tiny breathy whine escaped him that made him bury his head on the crook of your neck. “You smell so good..”

He seethes when he feels your warmth clenching around his cock, he cannot help but lean away and press his lips against yours to swallow your whines and moans. Saliva dripped at the side of your mouth, he was engulfing your mouth on his with so much hunger.

That teasing tongue of his, slowly dragged on the skin of your neck—the feeling of his fangs, gently scratching over it makes your eyes roll back ‘cause of the sensation.

He took pride in making you let out such sounds, his warm breath fanning over your ear. “Taking me so well, sweetheart… Oh, you’re doing so good f’ me.” Sebastian praised out with a fond grin, kissing your pulse point before sinking his teeth onto the skin.

How can you ever resist such words?

It made your back arch, your fingers gripping the sheets tightly. So this is how sex feels like, this is how a cock feels when it is buried inside you. The squelching noises did not even blurred out under the blanket, mixed with the breathy moans of the demon above you.

Were you able to break down the walls of a demon? Was your physical consumation with the butler did wonders to his body? Were you different from the other humans or demons he previously mated with?

A long, high-pitched whine was forced out of your mouth when you felt his cock grazed over that sensitive spot of yours. “Don’t think so much, my darling—hah. Just focus on me.” His fingers, that are usually covered with gloves, were now laced with yours. It brings you warmth.

“Right there, Sebastian..!” You whimpered making his ears perk up while letting out a pleased and determined, seductive hum when you tighten around him.

He cannot take it anymore, he hoped you would forgive him for this.

A confused noise came out of your mouth when he suddenly stopped while he raised your legs over your chest, then suddenly thrust his fat cock once again inside you making you squeal in ecstacy at the new angle—he was much deeper than before, the overwhelming stimulation brought sting to your eyes which teared up. He rolled hips, while grinning drunk from the pleasure.

“Ah.. Mhmph.. Nngh..! You’re so deep..!” You slurred out, your eyes once again rolled back in pleasure.

The idea of having slow, vanilla sex with him was already thrown out of the window with how delicious his cock pounds inside you making you see stars. Your mind was already mushy from how it grazes every single spot inside you. It made your core throb.

His thrusts were getting harder, faster, he had already caught on the pace you like. Sebastian feels himself getting close, murmuring into your ear. “ ‘m gonna cum, sweetheart. I’m going to fill you up, hm? A reward for being so good f’ me—mmph, fuck..”

He leaned in as you both shared a kiss once again before moaning when you feel his thick, creamy cum filling your walls. Lots of it pours inside, not wasting his time with pumping you full of his seed—it didn’t help that he didn’t stop his thrusts, making you quiver in sensitivity. Of course, he does not want to waste his hardwork. He wants you to take it all deep inside you.

It made both of your bodies shudder when you reach your climax as well. Was it even possible for him to even cum harder as you do so? The demon was still hard inside you, yet neither of you wished to stop.

The day where it all started, the very first day you lost your virginity brought a whole new side of you.

And now, you were gradually begin to take the reigns of the situation. After years of being married to him, you were now experienced, you knew what makes you orgasm, you knew all of your sensitive spots.

His favorite position, when you ride his cock like there is no tomorrow. He knew you became addicted with it, and he can say the same with you as well.

“Hngh… keep going. That’s right, use me as you please—haah..! My goodness, you’re so t—tight..!”

He showed you everything, he lets you feel everything. How it feels to be in control, how it feels to give in—how thrilling it is when pain is inflicted on your body, how it makes your heart clench when he becomes soft and wander his hands all over your body like you are made of glass.

Sex with him is an endless adventure that you gladly accept.

“Right there, yeah. Oh that feels so good, mhm. I taught you so well..”

SEBASTIAN MICHAELIS did not complain once, his love and desire for you begin to grow stronger. He is so into you that he will do anything that will please you, there was no need for him to swallow his pride because he does not have a problem exploring—loves an adventure, he says. He guides you through it.

“All for you, dear. I’m all yours.”

An imaginary tail of his wags seeing the collar and whip on your hands, he purred in excitement and anticipation seeing the love of his life easily bring him into submission.

Humans are really unpredictable.

Devilish, crimson eyes meet with amused, lovesick eyes. You’re so irresistible, it makes him sigh in pleasure.

author’s note: herrghrhdhfj hi ig, long time no write y’all. heres a smut fic *leaves again*

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crimsonrose99 · 25 days ago

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Kinktober 2024.

Day 27 - With pleasure.

Sebastian Michaelis x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for Kinktober, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for Kinktober and if you want to see a character please let me know...

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Summary: there’s information you have and so Ciel gives his Demon butler permission to get the information needed at any means necessary.

Word count: 1.3k

CW: NSFW and adult content, noble!reader, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), fingering, belly bulge, slight size difference, biting, blood, mention of doggie style, missionary, riding, slight master/servant dynamic.

“Thank you for the meal lord Phantomhive, but I should really be retiring to bed now” you hummed and placed your napkins on the table, the young boy nodded and then signalled for his butler, “take the young lady to her room, make sure she’s comfortable” he demanded and you almost wanted to protest but you noticed the looked the two shared, this made you want to see where this was going, what they were planning.

You walked beside the tall man in silence before he stopped at a door, “this is your room my lady, allow me to help you ready for bed” Sebastian offered and you looked at him as if he had sprouted another head, “are you mad! You a servant asked to accompany a noble woman into her room” you scolded and turned quickly, you entered the room swiftly though before you could close the door the man forced himself in the doorway, “what is the meaning of this? You must return to your master at once” you demanded however the butler only stepped forward into the room and closed the door behind him.

“My master has given me permission to be here, I’m sure you’ll find my company most pleasant my lady” Sebastian smiled and walked over to you before slowly reaching for your cheek, you shifted slightly and looked over at the door before pulling away from the man, you walked over to the bed and sat down, “so then what’s your price?” You asked and Sebastian’s smile deepened before he walked over to the bed and knelt before you, “you, my dear lady will only have to pay me with secrets” he hummed and grabbed one of your legs before he began removing your shoe, then moving to the next.

Sebastian made quick work of your clothes and soon enough you were left in your shift, laying on the bed with the butler standing at the end of the bed watching your body, “I must admit you have quite lovely assets my lady” he chuckled and began removing his blazer and vest before rolling up his sleeve, Sebastian climbed into the bed and leaned over you before his gloved hands ran up your legs to your most private part where little to few men have ever ventured, you hummed as the softness of his gloved fingers rubbed light circles over your clit, “so you were a whore before your were a butler?” You chuckled and the man also chuckled before leaning down and lifting you shift up over your hips, then leaning in and licking over your wet folds, “no my lady, I was no whore, though I’m well experienced in pleasing men and women alike” he hummed and you smiled before moaning and running your fingers into his soft black hair, “I see you’re one of those types” you watched as he mouth and tongue worked over your folds and bud, “I’m simply one hell of a butler, my lady” he chuckled and buried his face between your plush thighs, while pressing his gloved fingers into your eager open.

You moaned loudly at Sebastian worked a third finger into you as he ravaged you with his tongue and lips, however just as you reached completion he pulled back suddenly and moved over you fully, “tell me all your uncle’s trade partners” he hummed and you instantly began listing out names, once he was satisfied he began working his fingers back into you, however this time he also began unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants, he released his semi hard length and began pumping it slowly, “now my lady, are you brave enough to take me inside you, or shell I finally finish you off on my fingers” he smiled and began seductively curling his fingers into you, you moaned and looked down as his large dangling cock simply hanging comfortably between his legs, you shuddered at the thought of taking in, maybe even grinding on the handsome butler all while his monstrous cock was nestled inside you, or perhaps having the man bending you over on all fours and thrusting slowly into you as he slapped your ass, though the last one just fell so right.

You open your legs and lifted them up and over his shoulders, “I want that thing inside me, don’t bother taking it easy on me” you moaned feeling his fingers slowly pulling out of you before he roughly thrusted his solid length into you, “so bold… I like that” he smiled and you gasped at the fullness however the butler gave you no time to adjust before he began thrusting in and out of you, his entire length would completely disappear inside you, his tip bulging in your lower belly before he’d pull out almost completely, he’d continue this in a rapid speed causing you to grab his shoulder with one hand, while the other reaching up and rested on the headboard in hopes it’d stop you from moving up.

“My lady, you’re so sweet… your smell, your feel, and especially your taste…” Sebastian hummed in your ear as he licked his lips and moved into your neck, his teeth grazing over your skin, “so taste, I’d eat you completely” he chuckled and you moaned, not understanding the real meaning behind his words, his hips continued their quick, rough pace as he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up into his lap, your legs and arms wrapped around him and your head hung back as you took everything he gave you.

Hours, it had been hours since you both started and now you were sat atop Sebastian, grinding on his cock, your hands ran up into your hair as you body winded and rolled above him, the butler had undone his shirt by this point and discarded his soiled gloves, he’s hands held your hips and he watched you intensely, “you look so delicious” he hummed and you giggled before you began bouncing on him, “what part looks the most delicious?” You asked through a moan and he chuckled, “I wouldn’t lived a single drop of you left” he smiled and leant up before biting your breast, you moaned loudly now certainly the entire manner could hear what was happening, “Sebastian, I’m going to release again… will you join me?” You cried as your cunt squeezed around him, he chuckled with the skin of your breast still between his teeth, he released your flesh droplets of your blood staining his teeth before his licked them clean, “with pleasure, my lady” he smiled, eyes narrowing into slits, before he groaned while your moaned and cried, you released before feeling Sebastian pull himself from you and suddenly release all over your swollen and abused entrance.

You sat on the edge of the bed as the butler wiped your body clean, he was knelt before you and slowly wiped the damp rag over your cunt, “do you believe you were paid justly for your services butler?” You asked remember at the information he got out of you, he nodded but paused for a moment and looked at the bite mark on your breast before he leant up and bit down hard on your other breast, now drawing blood, you yelped and he laughed as he licked up all the droplets of blood, “now you have payed for me services” he smiled and you rolled your eyes before placing your foot on his shoulder and pulling him back, opening your legs while, “if a small bite is all it takes, you wanna eat me so bad then get eating” you hummed spreading your lips apart, he grinned and sharp tooth grin as his eyes flashed a quick red before he leant in.

“With pleasure” Sebastian smirked, you were yet to figure out the beast you had let into your bed.

Kinktober Masterlist (coming soon)

Day 26 - Keishin Ukai: Toys.

Day 28 - Eijiro Kirishima: A Hero’s ‘Actress’.

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