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[crimsonrose99]

Had a dream not too long ago about Sebastian. He sat on the edge of my bed and had me sitting in his lap so he could brush and style my hair. As he was finishing up, something startled me, (Probably Baldroy blowing up the kitchen again) and I ended up clenching down on his member. He was shocked but quickly became flustered and left in a hurry to check on the mess. I was left flustered as well, wondering if that really just happened.

[crimsonrose99]

Repost from peach-cream-enmu-archive

Self indulgent grell reader and Ronald smut in the second part because my brain is gone and pus.sy has taken full control. Ronald never verbally says yes to participating but he’s doing so willingly. Pre transition grell I guess you’d say? She has a dick

Want to sit under Grell’s desk when she’s left with overtime work, kissing and nipping her soft thighs, hand caressing her pretty cock. She has her signature coat hanging off the desk in just the right spot to hide me from view. I can hear as Ronald comes up to make small talk, avoiding work like we all are. Want to take her in my mouth and hear her composure falter just a hair as her hand comes to my head.

Want to hike up my skirt and rut my wet pussy on her perfectly shined, immaculately kept heels as I whine when she sends Ronald away to look for me. Want her to giggle as she looks at my face, blood running hot and eyes watery. She tilts her foot back on her heel bumping my clit and I cry out as I rub my clit against its glossy leather.

The slightest bump to my clit has me pulling off her cock, drool dripping down my face and connecting my lips to her dripping head. It has me squealing and panting on her tip, slick with spit and beading with precum. My thighs tremble as I rub my soaked sex on her shoe and I give in to my want to be on her dick again. Licking, suckling the side of her shaft, pumping with my hand that isn’t holding me steady.

Want her superior facade to crack as she lifts her hips, twitching once, twice, before coming hard and heavy. I writhe against her, my pussy desperate as my hand finishes me off, to not ruin her heel completely. It lands on my glasses, my nose, my lips as I pull away and let it land on me in thick creamy ropes. Want her to pet my hair as we both breathe. Smiling warmly down at me, oh so aroused by the sight of me.

Honestly I want it to just be her, Ronald, and me left doing overtime when she suggests I help her with a little problem, and Ronald too as she’s noticed, pointing to him as he leans back in his chair with an aggravated groan. His cock strains in his well pressed work pants. I look back to her eagerly and she nods with a suggestive smile. To the side, many feet away, I can see Ronald turn at hearing the sound of a belt unbuckling.

He almost falls from his chair, glasses knocked off when he jolted. “WOAH, OK. UH” he shouts and I look at him as I lick up Grell’s shaft slowly. He steps behind his chair after standing, trying to hide how he adjusts his trousers while his face flushes. “Well I should probably, um, get goin now.”

Grells chuckle accompanies her ungloved hand patting my cheek. “She doesn’t mind if you stay and watch, do you baby?” I gaze up at her eyes and shake my head, tongue still on her shaft now moving back and forth. Ronald contemplates for a moment before silently rolling his chair over and sitting. His eyes flit nervously between mine, Grell’s, and my mouth on her cock.

As I take her cock in my mouth I look at him and clearly shift my gaze to his pants before slowly moving my hand under my skirt. He seems to get the message, first stroking himself harder through his pants before they become too tight. I take Grell as far as I can in my mouth, whimpering at the strain in my throat. I cant see him but I hear Ronald’s belt coming undone and a zipper lowering and can’t help but wiggle my hips into my hand that’s trying so hard to get me off.

I pull back to breathe and Grell catches my gaze, looking straight into Ronald’s eyes as he slowly strokes his gorgeous looking cock. She hums and gets his attention enough to wrap her hand around his tie, leaning over significantly to pull him to the floor. He gasps, face now so close to mine, looking at me in my mussed up state. Hair a mess, lips and chin wet, lashes clinging to beads of tears.

“You want him to touch you?” Ronald’s startled face turns to Grell then to me, looking for confirmation. I look at him as I continue to please the woman before me and slowly lift my skirt, letting him see the skimpy underwear I wear beneath my tights. He cautiously moves behind me and slots his knees between mine. Feeling his hands travel up my warm skin, from the backs of my thighs to my ass, around to my tummy, the front of my thighs, and finally his cold hands cup my pussy.

I moan around Grell’s cock, eyes closing as Ronald's fingers push just enough to get past my lips, shuddering breaths hitting my ears. “Come on darling, help him out a little~” I reach behind me and rip my tights open to give him easy access. A breathy ‘fuck…’ passes his lips when he pushes aside my panties and slips a finger inside with how wet I already am.

Working me open, watching me tremble, his dick twitching so hard from wanting to fuck me. As another fingers eventually accompanies the first I’m riding his fingers, ass moving back far enough to bump his dick. I reach behind me for it, stroking it, feeling the differences between the one in my hand and the one in my mouth.

Grell whispers down to me, so soft Ronald doesn’t even hear. “Can he?” I nod.

“Ronald?” He looks up but continues stroking my walls and touching my clit. “She says…you…can fuck her.” His eyes flutter closed with a groan before his fingers retreat. I whine as I wait, trembling when I feel the tip of his dick rub against my folds. He’s gentle as he eases in, and soft as he thrusts, his hips hitting mine with the quietest of ‘pap’s.

The whine in my chest builds up so much I have to stop sucking off the woman before me and rest my head on her thigh. I try to keep a steady rhythm with my hand as I stroke her shaft, but the electrifying please from Ronald behind me and the gentle soothing of Grell’s pretty nails lightly scratching my head as she pets me has me so close to coming that I have to put my hand on Ronald’s hip, telling him to hold on.

I stroke Grell’s thigh as I breathe and when it steadies Grell leans down and takes my lips in a searing kiss. I open my mouth for her and let her do as she pleases and try to keep up with her. I can’t help but squirm before bouncing my hips back against Ronald who responds with much harder thrusts. His hand creeps down to my clit and I’m seeing stars. Grell’s sharp teeth take my bottom lip and gently pierce it and she moans as her tongue licks up the blood.

I pull Ronald shirt as hard as I can as I cum on his thick cock, wanting him to cum in me but he pulls out just before and hot cum lands in ropes on my pussy, ass, and back of my skirt.

All of our glasses struggle to stay up our noses with how sweat slicked we are. Grell puts herself back together, smoothing down her shirt before telling me to sit back. I rest against Ronald cautiously, unsure whether he’d be ok with keeping me up. But his arms encircle my waist as if we’d done this a thousand times.

Grell comes back with paper towels and takes my face gently. Wiping up the cum and spit, my eyes flutter closed and her soft touch. My thighs jolt slightly as Ronald takes care of me from behind. They both help me stand, gathering all our things before walking me out, Grell leading the way and Ronald’s arm around my waist, intent on getting me home.

I’ll offer that they can stay the night if they wish~

[crimsonrose99]

[18+] What a Woman! | Ronald Knox/reader

Contains: smut, milf undertones, office s*x, blowjobs, eating out, “female friendly”, tougue f-ing

"And then I said, 'sorry sweet, you're just gonna have to wait a bit longer!" The women sweeper with orange and black hair bragged with all the other male reapers as they awed in fascination.

"Knox," A droning and stern voice was heard as a slight chill was felt across the room. His looks contained of simple things such as jet black hair, neatly combed to the right. "Yes, sir!" The same oranged haired young man stood up from the table swiftly with a slight grin. "Have you finished that paperwork about the upcoming soul collection this week?" The supervisor asked as he straighten his rectangled spectacles. "Uh, not yet." He replied, chuckled nervously. "Well, get it done today or I'll place you in a room with another reaper where you will have no break privileges." His supervisor ordered and left, giving the laid back reaper, Ronald Knox nothing to say other then 'yes, sir...'

"Are you sure I'm not a bother to you, Miss (Name)?" A worrisome tone brought up by a brown haired reaper, twiching his glasses a bit. "Of course not, Alan. What kind of grim reaper would I be if I never help out a colleague in need." She replied, giving a smile of determination.

"Right, right." The reaper named Alan muttered.

"See! Finished in no time." She chimed. "And that paperwork would've taken you hours and hours of overtime." She added. "It truly is nice of you to help me out in such short notice, (Name)." Alan smiled faintly. "Maybe I could treat you for lunch?" He inquired politely. "Oh no, I think I'm fine for now." She declined. "Well if you need anything, reach me." Alan said by the doorway, holding a stack of finished papers. "Will do!" She shouted as he left.

The women closed her hands together, feeling a little proud that she helped someone. Then again, she can't help it. Mainly due to the fact that everyone keeps to themselves and so reserved that maybe some rookies are afraid of asking for a little help once in awhile.

But this was no mystery to her. She took the test, she saw how the higher-ranked said to the new recruits everytime. Saying how it wasn't going to be easy and you can't be too sure about these demons running around, hidden in the shadows. Pretty scary.

Being one of the most influential people in the Grim Reaper Association, She was known to be a well-respected veteran around the English branch. Some praised her for how much she was so passionate about her job and for how she always gave new recruits advice.

As she got older, people viewed her as a mother figure because of how supportive she was when it came to everyone.

-

A few hours rolled in and almost done with her paperwork! This was just a good day for you, huh?

"Finally, take that Mr. Spears! I can get my paperwork done with five minutes left to spare!" She said in her empty office. Great, you're talking to yourself..Hopefully no one heard me...

You peaked out of your window with the blinds, seeing most of your colleagues leaving one by one. You smiled, and started to pack up your things with no hesitation, gleefully and swiftly. Putting your bag over your shoulder, your heels turned around until you stopped by the doorway.

"Miss (L/n), I'd like a word with you." Great, you heard that droning, yet sophisticated voice anywhere. "Yes, Mr. Spears?" You rasied your eyebrows curiously. "I'm afraid your going to have to stay here for overtime."

"What?" You blankly asked. Before you could asked even more, a young reaper with an orange cowlick and dyed black hair walked behind him a little tirelessly, as if he didn't want to be there.

"This here, is Ronald Knox, Knox this (Y/n) (L/n), she's one of our best females in the British Branch. I'm sure you know of her." He introduced us.

"Not at all, old man Spears. But I'm sure I'll do my best." His tiresome look went away in a flash. Shaking your hand as he playfully winked at his comment.

Meanwhile as this Ronald shaked your hand, you could've sworn he smirked a little. Did William even notice or does he not care anymore? Especially since it's the last day of the week.

Your eyes rasied a little in confusion by this. "Is there something I'm missing here?" You asked your supervisor. "My apologies but Ronald has incomplete work and needs some type of supervision. Especially one that has a good track record. Which is why I ask of you (Y/n), to let Ronald stay in your office until he has finished his work."

"Do I have a choice?" You said. "No, unless you want a more paperwork flooding your way soon." He droned.

"Don't fail me now, miss (Y/n)." He left, leaving only you and Ronald.

-

Only a couple of minutes have passed since you've seen Ronald do anything. Of course, you just used your computer in the office to pass the time.

"Hey, (Y/n) isn't it? Uh, how is it that someone as beautiful as you isn't with anyone yet?" He charmed across the room. "Aren't you supposed to be working?" You commented.

"I'll get to that. Just that talking wouldn't hurt a little." He replied. The room became filled with silence. You sighed, I supposed having a bit of chat wouldn't hurt even a little..

"Fine, but only if its work-related." You articulated harshly at him. Ronald smirked a little. "Alright, when was the last time you took a break from work and settled down." He asked curiously. You blinked. "I said 'work-related'." You stated. "Taking a break IS work-related." He responded back.

You pinched the bridge of your nose in annoyance. "Is this why William put my hands on you?" You mumbled.

"Hey now, I'm just as confused as you are, love." Ronald said in defense. "Like, how could my mind just brush the fact that I haven't heard of such a beautiful lady like yourself!" He exclaimed proudly. You just rolled your eyes. Although the compliments were shamelessly getting to you, just a little...ok maybe alot.

"Say, how 'bout a little help? You are my supervisor for tonight after all." He effused. You breathed from your nose, stood from your chair and walked to the orange haired charmer.

You bent down a little. "What do you need help with?" You shamelessly asked.

Ronald didn't think that would actually work. He expected you to scold him and tell him to leave you alone.

But now he was mere inches from your body, and dare his dirty mind peak at your chest pushing up a little whenever you exhaled.

And the perfume you were wearing was no help either, it was basically a walking cloud following you.

"Ronald?" His face lit up a little, unaware of what time had past. "Oh sorry, love. Your scent distracted me a little, what smell is that anyway?" He chuckled lighty. "Erm, vanilla." You cleared your throat a little with all this closeness. "Man, that is one scent I wouldn't mind waking up to everyday!" He exclaimed. "Wouldn't hurt being around often."

"What exactly are you hinting at?" You questioned. "I'm just saying that since we've met and all, it wouldn't hurt hanging around you more then supervising."

"Please, I know what you're intentions are, Ronald. I'm aware of your past "nights" with the ladies around here." You huffed.

"Come on, you're not jealous are you?" He playfully winked. "What? Why would I be jealous, I'm just saying that your tricks don't work on me." You replied harshy.

"Then prove it."

"What?"

"Kiss me." He said. "How will that prove anything?" You protested. "Prove that my tricks won't swoon you from one kiss." He explained simply.

"I can't believe I'm hearing this." You said in disbelief, turning your head away from the young reaper. "If you kiss me, I'll go back to finishing my paperwork in time." He added. You shot your head up a little, you looked at your watch, it appeared that almost 40 minutes have been wasted from you and Ronald talking.

"Go on." You demanded, obviously curious as to what else he had to say.

"And if my tricks work on you, you'll have no choice but to join me for lunch and after work for a month." He smirked.

"And if it doesn't?" You responded. "Then, I'll go back to working and I won't bother you again." He gulped.

This was one unbreakable deal. Although in the back of your mind, you feel as though you might swoon over to what he holds in his sleeves.

You sighed effortlessly. "Alright, but you better get right on your paperwork." You stated. "In a heartbeat." He replied quickly, he almost look like a boy excited for his mother's homemade cooking. You couldn't help but smirk at the thought of how Ronald was happy in this moment.

"Say, what's with the smile there, Miss (Y/n)." He asked curiously. You laughed a little. "Oh nothing, just looking at the way you're so excited right now."

"Can't help it, I've never been with experienced woman before." He admitted happily. "Experienced, huh?" You smirked. "Yes ma'am!"

You went back to Ronald's desk, leaned over and pushed your lips on his soft ones. As both of your lips touched, both each pushed together, fighting which one was going to dominate. Your cheeks were getting a bit warm from all this steam going on between your lips. You both broke apart. Breathing heavily for more air. Ronald couldn't take it! The sight of you right now was just too much to handle in his little mind.

He didn't know what to think right now. His body was taking over, next thing he knew, his arm reached out and glided his hand up and down your leg to thigh, almost reaching underneath your pencil skirt.

You were so hot and bothered that even you couldn't think straight! Just feeling his touch on you made your body give a little tingling sensation.

You slapped his hand away, Ronald opened his eyes a little in surprised at your sudden action. You pushed his shoulders back, and made your way to sit on his lap. Straddling his hips, arms giving you support, you pushed your lips on his again, his mouth opened a little and so you followed what he wanted.

Your tougue making traveling to his, now colliding together. Both his hands wondered, gliding your legs again, fully enjoying it.

You cupped his face, pushing more into the kiss. Ronald's hands wandered to your legs, and gave your bottom a good squeeze. You gasped a little, making Ronald smirk into the kiss.

You took a break from his lips and traveled towards his neck. Giving small pecks here and there, Ronald sat back and held your head as you gave small little marks. You couldn't help but obliged.

You pulled back, breathing heavily from all this work. Ronald just admired your features and body. He ran his hand up to your chest groping them a little. You just responded with your fingers gliding through his orange locks, faintly smiling at his curiosity.

Ronald took this as a chance to unbutton your silky dress shirt. Before he could get a chance to unbuttoned the forth button, you stopped his hand from going further, teasing him a little. "You're driving me mad, woman!" He cursed as you smirked seeing him flustered. "We'll get to that in a little while, but I want to do something a little more bold." You then kissed his chest from top to bottom, he knew what was coming for him, and he knew he was gonna enjoy every last part of it.

You got down on your knees and moved your hands up and down his thighs for a bit, he groned at your touch. You unzipped his pants, seeing his member twich a little. You bit your lip a little in anticipation.

You licked tip and his shaft a little. He grabbed your hair, pushing your head down in response. Bobbing your head up and down on his member, Ronald groned just feeling your mouth around him and wetness. He gasped, those lips were just wonders to him.

You left your mouth away from his member and licked your lips, staring into his eyes again. He was out of breath with words until, "That was amazing! Now I'm really glad you're supervising little ol' me." He grinned. You stood up and ran your fingers through his scalp.

"You can make it up to me by making me feel good."

You then felt your back press against the wooden desk, legs bended and spread apart. Ronald was just looking at the position you were in. He pushed your skirt out of the way, taking off those panties of yours now seeing your wet core.

He licked his fingers and rubbed his thumb at your core a little to see you squirm a little at his touch. Your mouth opened a little, while quiet moans escaped your lips. And let me tell you, those moans made him weak to his knees but of course he wasn't gonna show that.

"Fuck ~!"

You cursed. Ronald looked up at you, he wished that if only you saw yourself right now. Sexy, sweating, and touching yourself from time to time, truly a sight Ronald approved of. His face got closer to your heat, you felt his breath in your heat a little as you bit your lip, wondering what his tougue would feel inside you.

He lick the outside of your core, your breath hiched at the wetness of his tongue, lathering on the outside. "Ronald, stop teasing ~~!" You moaned.

All he did was smirk at you before going back down on you. More aroused at hearing you moan out his name.

Without warning, you grabbed a fistful of his orange locks, running your fingers through, tangled up. You pushed his mouth further into you. As he was smothered, his hands wandered around your body, giving your hips a squeeze.

A few curse words and quiet moans came out of your lips, as Ronald fucked you with his tougue. You getting even more wet by the second. "Fuck, Ronald! I-I think I'm gonna cum!" It was hard to even get a sentence out without moaning like crazy. Ronald just continued to plunge his tongue into your clit.

Your moaning was like ecstasy each second. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

You felt hot, your core felt like a wet cavern that exploded. Ronald broke away, now on your level. You sat up from the desk, and got Ronald by his loose tie. The kissing was just passionate and tender. Your slender fingers were getting tangled by his hair again. His hands wandered at your chest, he broke the kiss and decided to give attention to your chest area. His mouth explored around your breasts. You favored him by bringing him more closer in, arms around his neck, your hands patting behind his head.

"Keep going, Ronald ~" You said as in encouragement. His licks going around your nipples. You sighed in pleasure as you kept petting behind his hair.

Your eyes met with his. He went back to your level to give you another passionate kiss. "Was that worth getting your work done?" You smirked. "If I get all my work done, can we possibly do that again sometime?"

"Fine, let's continue back at my place." You said

"Yes ma'am!"

[crimsonrose99]

𖤐 Sebastian Michaelis NSFW Alphabet 𖤐

⚠️: minors dni, AFAB + GN reader, rough sex, corruption kink, mentions of religion, kinda gaslighting/manipulation, etc.

> word count:  2.4k words

A: Aftercare (what is he like after sex)

he will treat you delicately after having caused such a mess in the bedroom. we know that despite being a demon, Sebastian was trained enough to act like a gentleman and in addition he is very loyal to his "butler aesthetic". so, you can expect him to begin caressing your shoulders or back, leaving kisses in any love bite, cleaning you up with a warm towel and offering you a bath or a light drink. it's up to you if he stays right by your side while you sleep or not, because he'll only follow your commands.

B: Body part (favorite body part of his and also his partner's)

his favorite part of his body is his eyes. if you watched the series then you know what i'm talking about: Sebastian is a very expressive being. throughout the anime and manga you can see that his body language is normally expressed with his eyes and face lol, from sarcasm to even a threat. he knows the weight that his eyes have with his words and -for your bad or good luck- he also knows how to annoy or tease you with that. you can expect off-color comments said with the sweetest look and so on, escalating to a look that eats you alive, his feline eyes mocking your vulnerability to his touches and the slit on his eyes reaching deep into your soul, reminding you that he is not human.

his favorite part of you is your neck and back. he likes to leave bites, marks and kisses in discreet places. You don't want other people to find out that you're doing wrong things with your butler. how indecent of you, right? He can spend hours nibbling and sucking your skin, wanting to leave it as a witness to how much he pleases you. he's not pleased that you only carry the mark of the contract, he chuckles knowing that your skin wants him.

C: Cum (anything to do with it)

he really doesn't care. Sebastian knows that you both can't reproduce because of the difference between species, so many times he takes the liberty of cumming inside you. he loves the sight of his cum spilling out of your body while you try to catch your breath, but if you have a problem with that he will listen to you. he has no complaints about doing it outside because he doesn't mind cleaning you up afterwards either. just keep in mind that your face, torso and legs can be possible destinations to end up smeared with his sticky liquid.

so whether you want it or not, you're always going to end up with his cum somewhere <3

D: Dirty secret

Sebastian is known for being someone who is quite calm and collected... when it comes to sexual situations. but his dirty secret is that he likes to impregnate his scent on you. being by your side for a long time it is normal for the smell of his cologne to stick to you. obviously this happens when you're not wearing perfume. he likes it when people say to you "hey, your smell is very strong. have you been with Sebastian for a long time?" he LAUGHS because he knows it's something you can't blame him for, it's his way of marking his territory with his favorite food.

E: Experience (how experienced is he? does he knows what he is doing?)

we all know this one,, please who are we to lie to ourselves. he already fucked a nun, a beast tamer and probably a nurse in BoA. we don't know certainly about his preferences since this bastard can shape shift so he can be a woman, a man and basically do whatever he wants. but back to the main point, he has a LOT of experience. so you don't have to be afraid of this man to be an amateur because he isn't. he. is. so. gifted. he knows exactly how to move and place his tongue, fingers or dick to make you scream and cry in pleasure.

F: Favorite position

the pretzel. he just likes the idea of ​​having you with no chance to escape, turn around, or stop seeing your face. when he's on top of you he can see how you squirm with each thrust he gives you and how your hips can barely move due to how trapped they are between his, so you can only wait to receive his thrusts and slowly lose control. however, i think he is also a big fan of doggy. our friend beast can confirm that :))

G: Goofy (is he more serious in the moment? is he humorous? etc.)

we all know that this man is so silly but when it comes to sex he is serious. like he puts his shit together and tease you but in a provocative/sensual way.

H: Hair (how well groomed he is?)

it's obviously black like the rest of his hair. and even if it doesn't grow much down there, he still shaves it to make things easier.

I: Intimacy (how is he during the moment? the romantic aspect)

okay since he is a hell's creature,, come on we can't pretend anymore that he has deep human feelings, like i'm trying to stick to canon with this shit so im sorry if i break your fanon sebastian but this man is mean. he obviously knows how to treat his bedroom partner, so you can wait for him to kiss you, whisper pleasant things and praise you and your body. that's how it is when he is slow. but when he is wild he will make fun of you, humiliate you and even more things but ONLY IF you allow him to.

J: Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

to be honest, i don't think Sebastian has a need to masturbate. he sees it as something that will not fully satisfy him and that can put him in a worse mood. that is, he can easily hold out until he can be with you. i'd like to talk about his libido later, so I'll hold back a bit on this point.

K: Kink (one or more of their kinks)

okay i've been into black butler fandom for so long and maybe y'all can expect him to be into pet play just becuase he likes cats but im sorry i don't think so. this man has a corruption kink. he likes to see you lose yourself with his body, he wants you to forget everything you know and give yourself to him. even forgetting about the god you used to worship, so he is willingly open to teach you all about hell, pleasure and all that his demonic being can give.

he has also creampie?? kink. bassy enjoys filling you up with his cum if you don't have problems with it. he likes to make a mess with you.

L: Location (favorite places to do the do)

another thing he doesn't really care. it's more like you choose where and when, but if you are a fan of exhibitionism remember he is a butler and has to look after your public image. so he will suggest you to do it in a more private place. but speaking of his preferences, his favourite place would be your room, as it is more comfortable than a butler's room...

M: Motivation (what turns him on?)

boldness. he finds funny and teasing when you're mad at him and yell. unlike Ciel (whom OBVIOUSLY he has no attraction whatsoever), he finds your tantrums or insults attractive. especially when you seem to forget that you're talking to the devil, treating him like he's something less than you. he likes how cheeky your words are, because he knows that he is capable of leaving you in tears and your body completely lost in pleasure with his simple touch. he likes to show you that he is the one who will always win, but he likes to give you your moment.

N: No (something he wouldn't do, turn offs)

Sebastian won't disobey you. an order is an order and he is there to fulfil yours. he maybe try to manipulate you to change your opinion in a discreet way, but if you don't give up with your decision/command he wouldn't interfere unless there's a serious matter or something he don't be fully comfortable with.

one of his turn offs is when you're goofy. like okay he can stand a joke but he doesn't like when you're so unserious in the bed.

O: Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

HE. IS. THE. ULTIMATE. ORAL. GIVER.

oh my god i'm so glad we all sebastian stans agree that his tongue is REALLY something. he even said in season one that he can can roll a cherry cookie with his tongue and i don't fucking care if the dolls chapter it's not canon. but anyway, that shit is long as fuuuuck. he even needs to hold your legs so you don't close them when he is working on you. he likes to tease you while sucking, licking or biting in your sweet zone. he makes louder (slurping and wet) noises to embarrass you, looking at you smirking with his 🤨 face and even more things that secretly makes him chuckle like the mf he is.

oh and did i mention?? that he loves??? when you grab his hair and pull him closer??? well if you're not tied you SHOULD do something come on.

ah, yes.

he also likes see you struggling with his dick.

"my my, sounds like someone's having trouble. oh dear, be careful not to choke"

but when you get used to it he gently will grab your hair and move your head at his own pace.

P: Pace (is he fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

no way this man can go slow at least is your first time; once he starts the main act he left his polite side and release the beast inside of him. it will go at a fast and merciless pace, raising one of your legs for better access and won't hesitate to pound on your entrance until you lose your senses. take for sure that you'll end up crying of pleasure and this mf couldn't care less, he'll stop until you beg him for it. we can say that he'd be into rough sex.

Q: Quickie (his opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

remember his dirty secret? well, he likes the possibility of others knowing about your little secret. you probably have to ask for it because he is so busy with his butler duties, u know.

but he won't deny it to you since he can make it fastly, so you don't have to worry that much 👍

R: Risk (is he game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

since there is no risk of pregnancy, the only one he MAYBE take is public sex. because if we remember in book of murder he said that he showed his body to humans so shamelessly. so i don't think he is into that, and like i said before even if youre into exhibitionism he'll always suggest a private and quieter place.

S: Stamina (how many rounds can he go for? how long do they last?)

this is more like "how many rounds can YOU go for" because he is full of energy and he won't stop until you ask him for it. like after hours of making it he'd be completely normal while you're exhausted.

T: Toys (does he own toys? does he use them? on a partner or himself?)

he don't use them that often but he doesn't mind them and he probably uses them more on you than him. Sebastian likes to see your different reactions to them, and maybe he'd even like to add them while you fuck.

U: Unfair (how much he like to tease)

oh my fucking god this dude is the definition of tease and provocation. do i need to mention how this man rizz with people? playing with his hand and fingers running along their bodies and whispering into their ears with a sweet tone.

also you can look for DIRTY TALK. this bitch won't shut up and will leave you completely shocked or scared like "what does he means with this??" "why does he just said that seriously??"

V: Volume (how loud he is, what sounds he make, etc.)

he is not very loud, but not quiet either. he usually lets out a few sighs, but what comes out the most are grunts and gasps.

W: Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

even though he can't feel love, i could say that he cares about his master. therefore, he does not want other possible demons to take possession of his human. so yes, Sebastian is (extremely) jealous but only of other demons, because he doesn't give a fuck about other humans lol so i think it would be better defined as marking his territory.

X: X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

i need a big boy, you need a big boy, we need a big boy and fortunately for all of us Sebastian is there for that. he is almost 2 meters and you can't tell me that you expect to that shit to be small. is thick and long, with a sensitive spot on the base ;) you'll probably whine and mewl struggling with it even when it's not fully inside.

Y: Yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

it's complicated to explain... okay he is a demon that can't feel libido by himself since he isn't attracted to humans' body but their souls. but does that stops him to feel pleasure? absolutely not. this man probably won't wants to fuck you himself, you NEED to ask him for it because he is your butler after all. he only follow your orders.

but there are days when his human body wants to make it with you, so he'll insists so you can give him the command. so we can say that is low but when you turn him on he's gonna behave like the playboy he is.

Z: Zzz (how quickly he fall asleep afterwards)

who told you that demons sleep? Sebastian sees that as a luxury. he doesn't need sleep, it's more like you want him to stay by your side hugging you and pretending to sleep, but like almost everything Sebastian does, this also depends on his master's boundaries :)

this is my first time writing something spicy lol so i really doubt i did it well and english isn't my first language but i really hope y'all can like this shit 😭😭 i hope i can bring more mature content about bassy :))

[crimsonrose99]

Disobedient. (Sebastian Michaelis.)

Synopsis: Maybe you shouldn’t have teased Sebastian like you did…

Word count: 0.4k (drabble)

Warns: Dom! Sebastian, Sub!Reader, unprotected sex, use of petnames, degradation, mentions of overstimulation,rough sex.

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“You’re so cute kitten, begging like you anything could get you out of this~”

You let out a choked whimper as a gloved hand snaked it’s way around your neck, squeezing gently.

The room was quiet aside from the quiet rocking of the bed, coupled with your pitiful sounding moans and whimpers, You tried your best not to let any loud noises slip past your lips but a broken sob earned a chuckle from the man who was causing you to make them.

“Ah ah, what happened to that slutty little attitude of yours?” He teases, lowering himself to hover slightly over your lips, them ghosting against yours.

“You were practically begging for me to fuck you silly. And put you back in your place.”

Sebastian smirked down at you as you struggled to keep your noises down. His hips snapped into yours, causing a mixture of yours and his juices to pool under you onto the bed. His thrusts were brutal and punishing, fit for a naughty little thing like you. Each one was abusing your cunt more and more and all you could do was sob out in pleasure, knowing full well he was no where near stopping.

“P-please..s-slow do-Ah~!”

“I told you to stop testing me darling…” He interrupted your words with a harsh thrust.

“But you had to be a disobedient. Little. Whore.” He growled, his thrust punctuating his words. His hand around your throat squeezed harder, leaving you light headed and clenching around his cock. 

Your 4th orgasm of the night was fast approaching, but you knew when it approached that nothing was going to change. Sebastian was going to use and abuse your sopping, wet cunt until he was satisfied with his work.

His grip on your hip tightened as he felt you clench around him, “Aw…is my little slut about to cum again?” He asked in a taunting way, and you nodded your head, a sadistic smirk on crawling onto his face, you only saw his eyes flash pink for a quick second before you were flipped on your stomach, ass in the air.

You whined as he had interrupted your orgasm, but a swift smack to your ass made you yelp in pain.

“You wanted to be a bad girl…” You heard him shuffling around behind you before he slammed back into you, earning a near pornographic shriek from you.

“So be fucking quiet and take what I give you darling.”

[crimsonrose99]

Hello how are you can I request Ronald with at frist shy looking and inocennt s/o,but she is actually really nasty and freaky and like some smut in there to i would be most thankfull i love your blog,lots of love😘😘

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Ronald Knox x Female Reader

word count: 4,000+

disclaimer/content warning: 18+ content! minors dni! smut, reader is described as being/dressing feminine, reader is called “good girl, baby” and referred to as "princess", the nickname “daddy” is used for Ron, sub/dom dynamics, size difference, finger sucking, reader is carried, minimal prep, masochist reader, rough sex, biting, choking, hair pulling, nipple play, cock warming, aftercare.

***

It always starts this way, it seems.

What begins as otherwise harmless kissing quickly evolves into something much more explicit. Much more obscene.

Because, just before things start to get a little more heated, you find yourself straddling Ron’s lap, your mouth hovering over his as you both breathe in each other’s air, panting like dogs left out in the afternoon heat.

You, his precious baby with the face of an angel and the mind of a little devil only he’s allowed to know.

You, his own personal little porn star.

And you’re shameless. Eager. So enticing that it takes every ounce of will he has not to just hook his thumbs into the waistband of those pretty lace panties he knows you love to wear and tear them to shreds, to push you back and pin you down to the couch and fuck you until there’s tears in your eyes and your voice has gone raspy and raw from all the sounds of pleasure he’s forced from your throat.

You, his shy little sex kitten, always teasing him in those skirts that are just a little too short, those necklines that are just a little too low, your body’s soft curves the kind that the ancient Greeks used to sculpt statues of, chipping away at cold marble until a woman was found somewhere among the jagged rock. Reverent. Ethereal. Sacred.

Only for him.

Only, you do feel a little bit of shame, if you were being completely honest with yourself. It makes itself known in the way your cheeks heat, in the way your blood goes icy-hot with embarrassment at how you must look like this. How debauched and needy and on your way to no doubt becoming a complete and utter mess by the time this session is over.

But that’s the thing about you.

The more shy you acted now, the more desperate and dirty you’d be for him later.

“What’s the matter, baby?” Ron asked with one of those soft, charming grins spreading across his spit-shined lips, his voice low and soothing. He gently gripped your chin between his fingers and turned your face, which you’d momentarily tried to hide by nuzzling it into your shoulder, back up towards him, coaxing your nervous gaze to follow. “What is it?” he further questioned, though with a lilt of an amused chuckle laced into his hushed tone. “Things movin’ a little too fast for ya?”

In response, all you could manage was a squeak and another attempt to retreat and hide your shy little expressions from him again, but he was faster that time and caught you before you could really escape. When his smile refused to falter you knew he wasn’t going to let you off easy.

“No, no, no,” he said, tone woven with mischievous mirth. “Don’t hide…” Then, leaning in close to whisper in your ear, his lips nearly brushing the shell of it as his warm breath wafted against your neck, he murmured, “Seeing you get all flustered is one of my favorite parts…”

Ron knew that your whole sweet-and-innocent act was merely a mask to cover what you both knew was really true about you. And that was the undeniable fact that you were quite the little masochist. You liked it when he got rough with you. Left you a trembling mess by the end of the night after covering you in the shape of his bite and several shades of bruises from the press of his fingertips.

But, even so, it wasn’t like that shyer side of you was entirely fake, either.

Your innocence, whether it was surface level or not, was one of the things that had drawn Ron towards you in the first place, after all. Because who didn’t love a girl who seemed like a little darling on the outside only to discover what a little devil she was hiding underneath all those coy smiles and cute little dresses and lacy lingerie.

Your tender sweetness also happened to pair well with Ron’s proclivity to tease.

“Don’t be mean…” you whined, the corners of your mouth pulling down into one of those adorable little pouts Ron loved to be the cause of.

At this, Ron merely let out another one of those low, borderline sinister chuckles under his breath. He placed both his hands on your hips, readjusted your position over his lap to spread your thighs a little further, pulling where you were no doubt becoming more sensitive and needy down to brush against where his own arousal was growing from under his trousers.

Upon feeling him rubbing against your core you couldn’t help but let out a helpless little whimper, the first flare of impatient need coming to life inside of you.

“Y’know…” Ron reminded you, reveling in every little wiggle or squirm he felt wrack through your body as he pressed you even closer against him, “if you just tell Daddy what you want, it’ll be a whole lot easier for him to give it to you…”

You were shy…

Until you weren’t.

“I want…” you began, voice a shaky little plea. “I want your fingers in my mouth, Daddy…”

The request came out as more whisper than words, your head feeling dizzy from the rush of blood that raced upward to burn from your chest to the tips of your ears even hotter than before, the embarrassment almost enough to cancel out your eagerness, though not quite.

“Oh yeah?” Ron taunted, a slight growl to his voice now as he felt his own desires threaten to spill over the edge, the arousal welling to the brim within him from the thought of it alone. “Well then…” He pressed the pad of his thumb to the plush of your lower lip, gently pulling down to coax your sweet little mouth open wider for him. “Guess I have no choice but to deliver on what my baby needs…”

Slipping one of his long, slender fingers along the slick warmth of your tongue, then two, feeling you sucking the digits down further until they disappeared all the way up to the seam of his palm, your throat bobbing as the tips of his fingers brushed against the back of your gag reflex, Ron couldn’t help but gulp as well, trying to keep his composure the best he could.

“God, baby…” he sighed, as if in prayer. You curled your tongue around him, coating his fingers further in your thick saliva, at which point Ron slowly pulled them free, dragging them flat across your tongue and shuddering at the thought of how your mouth would feel encasing other parts of his body, before wiping some of your spit across your kiss-swollen lips.

The more disheveled or dirty you became, the more beautiful Ron thought you were.

“Daddy…?” you asked, that syrupy shyness drizzled back over the word like you were still his innocent little angel causing his cock to twitch in his pants. You didn’t miss the way he was beginning to shift and squirm as well, likely just as impatient as you now, if not more so. “Do you wanna…?” You glanced over your shoulder at where the bedroom door was open just a crack, as if trying to tempt you with the promise of what lay inside.

Ron followed your line of sight, glancing back to you when you turned to meet his emerald gaze again. A smirk fissured across his boyishly handsome features, his own little demon stirring back to life.

He nudged your nose with his, hummed out a melodic note of affirmation, and then, the next thing you knew, he was hoisting you up to carry you, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as his big palms cushioned the backs of your soft thighs, the silky flesh spilling between his strong grip.

He nudged open the door with his foot before swinging it closed in the same manner, not wasting a second before he had you lying back on the bed, pinned beneath him like a rare butterfly he’d worked hard to collect and had no intention of letting go.

Grabbing up both your wrists in one of his fists, Ron used his free hand to begin pushing your skirt up around your waist, fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs and rising a wave of chills over you, taking a moment to knead you there as you gently writhed under his hold, trying to squeeze your legs together to create even just a little bit of friction for yourself. But Ron recognized instantly what you were trying to do and coaxed your legs back apart, wanting to be the one to get you worked up himself.

You knew your panties must be soaked by now, the expensive lace likely ruined just from his teasing alone, but it wasn’t until he slipped two of his lithe fingers in through the side to glide through your delicate, drenched folds that you truly realized just what a mess you really were.

Ron let out an amused, prideful breath of a laugh. “So wet for me…” he half praised, half teased, applying pressure to your throbbing clit, making a gasp and one of those delectable little whines escape from your throat. “Just like that…” he said, rubbing skillful circles against the tender, swollen little bud. “So good for me,” he cood. “Always such a good girl…”

He let go of your wrists to use both hands to begin removing the ruined lace from you, encouraging you to help him in discarding it along with your skirt, and once you were left bare below the waist for him, Ron took a moment to admire you like that, all spread and vulnerable for his eyes only.

“So beautiful, baby…” he sighed, entranced. “You’re perfect…”

Ron thought you had the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen, all pink and glistening like the dewy petals of a rose, but he knew that the sight of it was nothing compared to how it felt squeezing around his cock. It was a sensation he was addicted to. Just the mere memory of your most recent time together was enough to make him feel like he could lose all control, becoming more desperate to satisfy his desire by the minute.

Lucky for him though, he knew you liked it rough, so if he didn’t take the full time needed to prep you, you wouldn’t necessarily hold it against him.

You both were still half clothed, and the humidity of the room and the body heat being exchanged between you two was near stifling. You needed the rest of your clothes off soon or else you’d become so hot and frazzled you’d hardly be able to think. Not that you needed to when in Ron’s hands. He already knew what you wanted, what you liked, though, lucky for you, he also wanted the rest of your clothing off.

“Arms up,” Ron told you, already gathering the hem of your top in his hands, halfway to tugging it up your chest, eyes unable to help but catch on the sight of the pretty matching bra that currently cradled your breasts. You obeyed without hesitation and soon found yourself fully exposed, the room now feeling a few degrees cooler.

Ron began hastily unbuckling his belt, the strain of his erection having grown painful with how hard it was trying to free itself from his trousers. He quickly discarded the remainder of his clothing, biting back a groan as he took his pulsing length in his hand, though couldn’t stop the punched out, “Fuck—” that escaped his lips when he slid it between the silky petals of your dewy folds, gathering more of your slick before lining himself up with your tight little entrance.

You wanted him to take his time, allow you to feel every vein and ridge of him, but for as much as Ron usually indulged you, it seemed that tonight time was going to have to wait.

“Now be a good girl for me,” he instructed, already sounding halfway to being out of breath, “and hold still for Daddy—”

With his hands gripping your hips hard enough for bruises to bloom beneath his fingers and one quick, harsh thrust, Ron buried himself down to the hilt inside of you. You let out a broken cry, head thrown back and neck craning as you felt yourself suddenly split by the familiar aching pleasure his cock provided.

And it hurt.

It hurt so much.

But you fucking loved it.

“That’s it, baby…” Ron panted, hunching over you while you both took a moment to adjust to each other’s bodies. “Good girl… Always so good at taking my cock…”

He was peppering chaste little kisses along your temple and jaw, a feeble attempt to distract you from the stringing stretch he’d just forced your body to endure as well as an apology for the soreness he knew you’d feel tomorrow because of it, a thin sheen of sweat already beginning to break out over the both of you.

But soon, all you could focus on was the slow drip of euphoria that was on its way to taking over your brain, some of the pain numbing as it gave way to pleasure.

When Ron first began moving, it was slow and rhythmic, all prior rush gone from his intentions. But the more your cunt clenched around him, the more erratic he seemed to become, hips stuttering in their motions as he struggled to keep a consistent rhythm. And by the time you were whimpering out a pathetic little, “Choke me,” well…

Ron just about lost it.

One hand rested over the delicate curve of your throat, Ron wanting to feel the hammering of your pulse for a moment before he cut off your air supply. Your eyes glittered up at him through the low light, so much love and trust and dangerous desire all wrapped up in your gaze. He held you in suspense for a moment, waiting until the frantic rise and fall of your chest slowed to something much steadier and controlled. Then, after you took your next inhale, his grip tightened, squeezing around your neck and making your eyes roll when you realized, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t breathe.

Not unless he allowed you to.

Ron kept careful count of the time going by though, knowing your limits, having committed them to memory, and when you first gave his wrist a tap he knew you were backing out prematurely. When he refused your first request, he felt your pussy flutter around him, the adrenaline on the verge of surging through you and breaking away into panic. Your vision started to blur and you tapped again, and that time, Ron obliged.

You sucked in a gasp of air, panting in shorter, more panicked breaths for a moment while his hand still rested over your throat as he admired you like that.

He’d ruin you and you’d gladly let him.

But something then seemed to occur to him as his fingers traced down to the line of your collarbones and the supple flesh of your breasts.

Those perked little nipples of yours were looking awfully neglected. And what kind of boyfriend would Ron be if he let that stand?

You let out a squeak when his mouth found the first pebbled bud, being gentle at first, teasing you with his lips and tongue until you were arching your back to push further into the wet warmth of his mouth. Ron had to hold your hips down as you began to squirm, wanting to feel every little shiver, tremble, and twitch your body made as he granted you more pleasure, each reaction felt as your cunt massaged his girth to varying degrees.

As his mouth tended to one side, his fingers took care of the other, only switching when he felt like your reactions became less intense. You were so sensitive everywhere he touched you, it seemed, so delicate to his ministrations, he could play you like a harp. And, in return, you’d make the most beautiful, melodic music for him as his fingers pulled at your strings, your moans the prettiest sound he’d ever heard.

But once your stomach started clenching in rapid succession, Ron knew he had to take a short intermission on this song you two were composing together. Just long enough to ensure you made it through to the encore, at least.

Lifting one of your legs, Ron threw it over one of his freckled shoulders to spread you even wider for him, sinking in so deep you swore you could feel him in your tummy, the mere implication making another rolling wave of arousal course through you and causing Ron to breathe out another one of those helpless, stuttering curses. His muscles clench as he rolls his hips in to meet yours, back to being slow and controlled.

But you needed more.

You needed it rougher.

“Harder…” you pleaded, breathless and wanting. 

Ron readjusted the both of you, once again taking your wrists in his grip and pinning them both beside your head, something to anchor you down for what came next, but you coaxed him to let you lock your fingers with his. It feels more intimate his way, and already knowing how rough he can get when you ask for it you feel better knowing that this simple act of handholding will help to balance out the consequences of his strength.

Ron starts to pick up speed, each time pulling almost all the way out before spearing his cock back into you, likely hard enough to ensure he was going to have to take care of you all day tomorrow, his poor little baby too sore and raw to even get out of bed on her own. 

But that’s ok.

That’s what he’s here for, after all.

His glasses begin to fog and his breathing is reduced to shallow panting, the shimmering veil of sweat that covers you both thickening under the growing humidity emanating from your bodies.

When the next request to roll off your tongue is a slurred whine of, “Bite me, Daddy…” Ron doesn’t hesitate that time. He lets go of your wrists, leans down and sinks his teeth into the tender spot between your neck and shoulder, letting out a desperate whine of his own when you followed up with a pained, shuddering exhale of, “Harder​​—”

You let out a yelp as you thrash beneath him, Ron increasing the pressure until the skin breaks and he tastes blood. But he doesn’t let go. Not yet. Because your trembling little hands have formed tight fists in his strawberry blonde locks, pulling so hard at the roots that his scalp prickles with sharp, staticky pain. Just when it was becoming too much, you yanked his head back hard enough that he takes the cue to unlatch his bite from your flesh, pink-tinted strands of saliva keeping his mouth connected to the new wound he’s gifted you for a moment before he created enough distance to have them break.

You were both panting and shaking, like two animals on the verge of death, and when he saw the vicious red indents carved out in the shape of his mouth, saw the blood that was trying to well in the deepest parts of the injury where his incisors had pierced straight through, Ron felt a small sense of dread for a moment. Because, as much as this has become to be expected between the two of you sometimes, he couldn’t help but fear he might go too far. That he might hurt you for real, in a way you wouldn’t get some sick sense of pleasure from, and that you’d stare up at him with fear instead of love.

But, looking down at you now, all he can seem to find as he searches your gaze is that beautiful, tender adoration that he’s pretty sure he would die without at this point.

But now it was time to finish this.

You were both close to the edge.

Ron preferred when you fell together.

Once again, his motions become rhythmic and savoring, ever the master of the push and pull between control and carnality, though kept up the speed needed to match each other’s oncoming orgasms.

He’d come to know your body so well, how it reacted and responded to his, that the moment he felt your stomach return to its rapid fluttering, like a little bird taking flight, legs tensing as your cunt constricted around his cock harder than before, he knew you were mere seconds away from coming undone. After three more thrusts, he’s right there with you, spilling his balmy warmth into your tight wet heat as you gush your glistening arousal all over his cock, both of you making a mess of each other in tandem before all that heady tension begins to slowly bleed away, leaving the both of you to fall slack and satisfied, the air heavy with the scent of your unrestricted love.

But Ron doesn’t pull out just yet. He likes to feel the aftershocks, the way your pussy flutters weakly around him as he goes soft, both of your combined juices drooling out of your abused little hole and staining the bedsheets below while your bodies are still one.

Once some of his senses returned to him, Ron carefully pulled out, bringing a trail of cum along with his blushing cock, and scooped you up in his arms so you could lay draped across his damp chest, his hair a tangled, tousled mess and his glasses smudged, yet something about him being disheveled like that only added to his charm.

He liked to let you doze off, if you wanted to, gently stroking your arm or your back or your hip with one hand while your eyelids became increasingly heavier until they had no choice but to fall closed, allowing him to tend to you once you’d fallen asleep. But when his fingers lightly traced along your shoulder and you winced, sucking in a small, sharp hiss, Ron remembered the mark he left there, the blood having rusted over to glaze the wound closed, but only just barely. Now that some of the adrenaline had worn off, he knew you must feel the sting, all the cuts and bruises he’s caused you flaring back to life and pulsing with the aftermath of the pain.

“I’ll be right back, baby,” he whispers to you as he carefully shifts you over to lay your heavy head on the pillow, venturing into the bathroom to gather all the things he needs to help nurse some of those wounds born from the heat of the moment.

You wait patiently for him to return, blinking open half-lidded eyes to gaze up at him as he reclaimed his seat on the edge of the bed. He praises you as he cleans the bite, tells you what a good girl you were for him, how brave you are when he dabs some disinfectant on the imprint of his teeth and you barely even whimper at the sting of the salve. He looks over your neck, the bruises darkening, and asks you if it still hurts. You shake your head, say you can barely even feel that one, and he hums out a note that alludes to being pleased, but also hints at something secretly prideful as well.

Because who would’ve been able to guess what a high tolerance for pain his perfect little princess hid so skillfully from those around her, a dirty, sinful little secret concealed beneath cute, flouncy little outfits and pretty hair and glossy lips.

But, the best part, it was a tolerance only Ron got to test.

A standard he got to help create.

“I know it hurts, baby…” Ron murmurs as he carefully cleans your sore little hole with a warm washcloth, gently dragging it through your folds to collect all the cum that’s begun to glaze over your skin and harden into salty crystals. “But you’re being so good. Almost done…”

Once he’d dressed you in one of his oversized t-shirts and placed a goodnight kiss to your forehead, Ron tucked you in under a clean blanket and returned to the bathroom to take care of his own mess. He tried to make it quick, knowing there’s a good chance you’d already be asleep before he’s able to curl up next to you, but when he returns and you’re still awake, he can’t help but give you another one of those soft smiles.

“You didn’t have to wait for me,” he kindly reminded you, though he’s glad you did.

When his chest is pressed to your back, his warm arms wrapped around your middle, you unexpectedly shift to turn and face him. He considered you with a slightly puzzled glance, but then you were leaning forward to press your lips to his, your tongue teasing at one corner of his mouth before pulling back.

“There was a little blood,” you told him, those adorable doe-eyes of yours that could just about hypnotize him glittering in the dark, “but I got it…”

Ron sighed out a tired chuckle through his nose as he tugged you in closer to his chest, letting you get comfortable as you found the right angle to intertwine your legs.

“Night, baby,” he cooed. “I love you.”

“I love you, too…” you replied, already sounding halfway to a dream.

And, as if he ever needed a reminder, Ron falls asleep feeling like the luckiest man alive.

Lucky, because he’s the only one in the entire world who gets to call you his.

[crimsonrose99]

Pretty Little Liar | Black Butler

m.list

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

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

Demons need no rest.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Human.

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

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

And yet for you, he would do anything.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Use him, fuck him, love him.

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

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

A faint and insignificant memory of what could have been.

[crimsonrose99]

If you write smut for Sebastian and the airheaded reader, My life is yours.

Smut Week: Day Three

Devour

NSFW: MDNI

Warnings: Dub con, oral sex, cunnilingus, doggy style, unprotected sex, cum eating, overstimulation, Sebastian being a demon, afab reader

The sound of glass shattering was never a good one. Especially when it was accompanied by one of your ‘oops’. A shame May-Rin was sick today. At least then there was still half a chance everything wasn't broken. Maybe he should’ve told you to work on the garden with Finny.

There was a resounding ‘boom’ from outside.

No, Sebastian had made the right choice.

He let out a drained sigh before making his way towards you. As he rounded the corner, he could see you frantically try to pick up what you dropped. Crimson steadily leaking from your palms.

Your pain tolerance was higher than most humans. It makes him smile to see you continue on like nothing's happened. To ignore the vast amount of cuts on your hands. 

He's next to you within seconds, pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket and wrapping one of your hands. Making sure to apply pressure in order to stop the bleeding. The white fabric being stained with splotches of red.

“Did you break another glass, pet?” He questions. 

His tone is cooing as you stare up at him. He begins to tend to your other hand, watching a pout make its way to your face.

“I told you I wasn't good with anything fragile,” you reminded. 

“It would seem everything is fragile when it comes to you.” He muttered under his breath. 

You and your brutish strength. 

“Perhaps you should busy yourself elsewhere. We wouldn't want the young lord blowing a fuse, now would we? Why don't you tire out the dog?” He suggested.

Immediately your eyes lit up. Giving the demonic butler a smooch on his cheek before running off. 

“Ohhhh Pluto!!!!!” You called out.

He doesn't understand you and your brother’s connection to that mutt. Scratch that, he doesn't like your connection to that mangy beast. Especially when it takes on a more human appearance.

However, he can't afford to dwell on that now. There's a mess that needs cleaning. The broken shards you'd left behind. He picks up a piece and inspects it. 

He can smell your blood. The sweet metallic aroma infiltrates his senses. A scent that's marked with his. All thanks to the sigil over your heart. It takes everything in him not to hunt you down and sink his teeth in. 

You've left him wanting and you don't even know it.

Your soul calls to him in a way that others don't. It's pure. So very sweet thanks to your naivety. It's a beacon of light compared to his master’s. But it's also strong. Pumped full of your determination and need to persevere. 

It's…Delectable.

It has him yearning for the feast. When he inevitably bores of you and devours your soul. He'd have his meal, and in a few centuries he'd have his desert too. 

He discards the mess you made into the bin. Catching a glimpse of you outside from the window. You and Finny were laughing while you played fetch with Pluto. The two of you tossing a tree back and forth as the demon hound tried to catch it.

Sebastian doesn't mind your closeness with Finny. But he doesn't exactly like it either. It means he has to earn the gardener’s respect when courting you. A pesky human custom. 

If he had it his way, he'd have already swept you away to his nest. Where you'd remain for all eternity until he's had his fill of your antics. 

He wonders then, if your soul would darken seeing your loved ones wither away. How you'd feel being frozen in time whilst those around you changed with age. Watching until they were nothing but dust.

Would it become tainted by grief seeing your brother’s lifetime pass by before your very eyes?

Would it weep with sorrow?

Would it brim with fire and hatred when the young Lord's contract was up? Witnessing him scream in agony whilst his soul was ripped from its mortal flesh.

Or would you be none the wiser?

He would expect nothing less from you. You precious naive fool. No matter. Whether your soul remained sweet with ignorance or steadily darkened with anguish, he'd enjoy his meal all the same.

For now, there are other ways to satisfy his hunger. 

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It was a long while before he got you alone. The end of the day in fact. When both yours and his duties had been completed. Such a shame, he was hoping to ravish you sooner. Oh well, he supposed he would just have to make due.

He enters your shared room, courtesy of the young lord. You turned around and beamed up at him. You're so cute he could just devour you whole. Like a dog whose master has just arrived home.

“Getting settled in for bed?” He asked.

You nod, still in today's uniform. A clean set of clothes in your hands.

“I was just about to change. I'm all dirtied up from earlier. Maybe even take a shower.” You informed before making your way towards the bathroom.

You're stopped just before you reach the door, feeling Sebastian's presence from behind you. There's a flash of white from your peripherals. Before you realize what's happening, your breasts are enveloped by a searing warmth.

He holds your chest firmly, squeezing the pliable flesh between his fingers. He gauges your reaction. And when there's nothing besides shock, he grins. It's become one of his most favorite games as of late. Seeing how far he can push boundaries before you catch on to what he wants. Or before you give in to your own desires.

“My sweet pet, it seems your uniform has grown tight on you. Hardly the appropriate look for a Phantomhive servant.” He tuts disapprovingly. 

You turn your head up at him, catching his dark gaze. None the wiser yet to his true intentions.

“Really? I think it fits just fine,” you brush off.

“Will you allow me to inspect further?”

How he enjoyed this game of cat and mouse. Your naivety made it all the more enjoyable. And like the moth to the flame, you'd agreed without a second thought.

“I don't see why not.”

He turns you around in his grasp, carefully unbuttoning the front of your uniform. He reveals your bodice that laid underneath first. And layer by layer he exposes you. The sight of your bare skin finally greeting him. His eyes can't help but glow seeing the sigil over your heart. 

Such a good pet you were being for him.

He gropes you once more. The only thing separating him from your bare flesh are his gloves. They'd be gone soon enough. You lean forward on him, arms resting on his shoulders while he continued to toy with your soft skin. He can see your face heat up. Unsure about the sensations he's giving you.

“Your bust seems to have grown a few centimeters.” He noted.

“Has it?” You questioned.

It's getting harder and harder for you to focus on his voice. A feeling of want starting to course through you. 

“Why don't I just make sure?”

Without warning, he sinks down on his knees in front of you. Eyeing your breast with a certain hunger. He takes one of your nipples into his mouth and sucks. The feeling has you letting out a noise of surprise. Arousal beginning to pool in your stomach.

“S-Sebastian!”

He pays no mind to your cries. Running his tongue over the perky bud and taking in your skin's taste. It hardens in his mouth while his hand kneads the flesh of your other breast. He can smell your slick from his place on the ground. He knows then that he's won. The dots finally connecting in your brain.

“Oh! Is this-Do you want to-!” You gasp out, gently bringing a hand to tangle in his hair.

He gives an approving hum against your skin. Releasing your nipple from his mouth before attaching to the other one. You were much quicker than the previous time. Last time he had to place your hand against his hardened cock for you to get it. Seems you were getting better at understanding his cues.

He pulls away completely at the feeling of your fingers tightening against his scalp. You'd hurt him if you weren't careful. As if. Your expression is flustered when it meets his. Truly you were an adorable little thing.

“My dearest pet, will you allow me to bed you.” His eyes burn a bright shade of fuchsia, beckoning you to say yes. 

The word is barely a whisper under your breath, but that's all he needs. His fingers quickly looping under your bottoms and tugging them down. You step out of the rest of your uniform, leaving you in only your underwear. 

Sebastian can smell you fully now. The sweet scent your slick gives out. He thinks he'll start there first. He'll prepare you nice and slow for him. Get you worked up until the only thing you know is his name.

“Lay down for me.” He orders.

There's something about the way you respond so obediently to him. Getting on your mattress and slightly spreading your legs. Perhaps it's being able to hold power over another after being reduced to nothing but a servant. Or maybe it's just the way you submit to him. Your strength and reliance going out the window with a mere look from him.

He relishes it all the same. 

Your eyes staring wide at him while he undresses. The way your pupils seemed to dilate when he took off his coat. There's a certain innocence despite having done this before. It's refreshing.

He unbuttons his vest before moving on to his dress shirt, the crisp white distorting on his frame. He knows his appearance is one desired by women and men alike. Lecherous stares followed him everywhere he went. Yet you always looked at him differently. As if he were an equal. Nothing less.

It's one of the many reasons you're so entertaining. Especially when you self-consciously cross your legs at the sight of him pulling his gloves off with his teeth. He wants to chastise you for getting shy on him now, just to fluster you impossibly more.

On his left hand is his master's sigil, on his right is yours. He uses both to engage in this act of sin. Unbuckling his belt and pulling his trousers down. With his aching shaft free, he crawls towards you on the bed.

He places his hands on your thighs and slowly pulls them apart. A notable wet splotch in the middle of your underwear. He thinks he'll have his meal right now. 

“May I?” He asked. His fingers looping under the thin fabric.

“Please,” you responded.

Oh how cute. You were begging for him. Well since you'd asked so nicely~

He rips the flimsy fabric off of you, tossing your legs over his shoulders and diving in. He laps at your sweet hole first. Letting your juices cover his tongue entirely. Your taste is absolutely divine. 

He hears you cry out at the sudden stimulation. Your hands once again finding their way to his hair. You could push and pull to your heart’s desire, but he wasn't stopping until he got what he wanted.

Feeling like you were slick enough, he stretches you open with two fingers. Redirecting his attention to your clit. He laps on the sensitive nub with fervor, giving a harsh suck when you let out a moan.

His fingers work in tandem. Thrusting in and out at a steady pace. Every now and then curving up into that spongy spot inside you. A noise of satisfaction escapes him when your hips raise to chase after his digits.

Such a needy thing you were. Grinding against his fingers to seek out more friction. He feels you start to clench around them. Your cries rising in pitch as you gave his scalp a tug.

He wants you to cum on his tongue. He wants to taste you in full. Your sweetness that was only for him. He lets you continue to ride his fingers, crooking them up to repeatedly hit your sweet spot. Not a second later, you're cumming on his face.

He eagerly removes his fingers and cleans them with his tongue. He wouldn't be wasting a drop of his hard-earned meal. He pulls you closer by your hips when he's done. His tongue darting out to finish the rest of your release.

“W-wait! I'm sensitive!” You plead, arching your body away from him.

He parts from you briefly, watching as you squirm from under his gaze.

“My dear, the night has barely begun. I suggest you find a little of that endurance you have in battle. I don't plan on finishing with you anytime soon.” His voice is stern, as if lecturing you.

He quickly dives back in to finish cleaning you. This time, lapping a little more softly to soothe the waves of overstimulation. Humans are fragile in every sense of the word.

He lifts himself up when he's satisfied. Eyeing you with a look that only spells out danger. Such a shame you couldn't see it.

“Be a good pet and get on your knees for me.” Sebastian coos, cupping your cheek and lightly slapping at it.

Wordlessly, you do as he asks. Turning over and resting your hands and knees on the bed. The sight of your glistening cunt makes him feral. Displayed so prettily for him.

He'll have to make you take the day off from tomorrow. He doubts you'll be able to walk when he's done with you. But then again, you were always full of surprises.

He lines himself up to your entrance. Rubbing the tip of his shaft against your hole to tease you. And when he hears the hitch in your breath, he pushes in.

He doesn't bother stretching you inch by inch. He knows you can take everything he gives you without complaint. You always do. Still, he lets out a hiss feeling your cunt envelop his cock. Your walls wrapping tight around him. 

He didn't usually take pleasure in these sorts of things. Using his body as a means to gain information in some cases. But you- you made it worth his while. Thinking in that dull little head of yours he was making love to you.

Fool. Demons didn't have hearts. They could not love…That doesn't mean he won't indulge in your innocent fantasy.

He leans his body over yours until his chest touches your back. Wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you near while he thrusted into you. His pace unrelenting.

You can practically feel him in your stomach. The way his cock makes a place for itself inside you. Stretching you out deliciously before disappearing. You can't help but want to chase after the feeling of being completely stuffed. For him to stay snug inside you.

If anybody were to see you now, you'd be dubbed a harlot. Sleeping with a man who was not your spouse. Shunned from society for engaging in such a promiscuous act.

And it makes you tighten around him. Moaning filthy into the pillows while he fucks you into the mattress. A coil starting to form in your stomach.

Maybe you understand now why he's so desired. You'd admit Sebastian was beautiful. But you were never tripping over your feet for him. Turning into a stuttery mess in his presence. No, you were not with him for his appearance, and you don't think you'd ever be.

But now you just might be with him for his cock.

You can feel his pace stutter. His arm tightening around you. You can even hear him let out a few soft grunts. He was close. You both were. The coil in your stomach wound with tension.

Then you feel it. Sebastian moving his mouth right over your pulse before biting down. The pain mixing with pleasure was enough to send you towards the edge. Clenching and spasming around him as you came.

A white hot pleasure overtakes you, making you blank out. Sebastian keeps moving inside you in an attempt to chase his own high. Feeling his cock throbbing and pulling out before he has a chance to finish inside. He cums on your back, sticky ropes of white staining your skin. Marked so nicely for him. 

He can taste your blood on his tongue. Watching as you collapsed on the bed. The crimson on his taste buds makes him want more. Your dazed out state lets him know of what.

He flips you onto your back, ignoring your protests about laying in his seed. The candlelight flickers into nothingness. A telltale sign of what he's about to do.

Sebastian lets himself become bare in every sense of the word. He wants to know. He craves seeing your reaction to his true form. The way your debauched expression would surely turn into one of fear. 

He wants to push the furthest he can. To test the utmost limits of your sanity. He wants to frighten you. Show you exactly what you're messing with. A lowly demon.

You stare up at the figure of darkness above you in shock. Black wings unfurling to cage you in. And despite the hunger, the unmasked malintent in his eyes, you can't help but think he's beautiful. This monster who had presented himself as otherwise.

“What's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghoul.” His voice is deep and mocking.

It feels like it's rumbling off the walls. You've never heard anything like it. Nothing quite as…foreboding. But you've always been one to ignore warning signs.

“Have you always been so pretty Sebastian?”

It's said with so much honesty that it gives him pause. Your eyes had been filled with wonder instead of fear. The grin he gives you then spells out nothing but danger.

He won't ever let you go now. Not until his very being ceased to exist. And even then he'd find a way to drag you into damnation with him. He's going to keep you as long as he can. 

“I'll devour you whole if you keep talking like that. My precious sweetling. Let's see if you'll be able to keep up with me.” He warns before hooking your legs over his shoulder and sliding in once more.

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An: Me seeing Book of Atlantis’ Sebastian’s collarbones: I'm no better than a man 😞😞😞

Also, I got this request when I was halfway through with the Hiei smut. Brilliant minds think alike 😈😈😈

[crimsonrose99]

EA 'conveniently forgot' that stuff packs exist again and made an EXPANSION pack for 3 hobbies?! Disappointing but sadly not surprising 😕 They drove the Sims 4 into a grave immediately after its release. 91 DLC?! What happened to the pack refreshes? Bugs and glitches that are years old but were never fixed? Apologies for the rant but I had to get it out of my system.

[crimsonrose99]

WALKING ON GLASS.

#!WHO; SEBASTIAN MICHAELIS x fem!reader

#!CC: power play, o.sex (receiving), implications of demonic entities

NETWORKS @angelshub @bitchcraftinc @planetonet

The sound of dishes smashing against the floors was deafening as it carried throughout the manor. The splintering shatter of an expensive set caused the three three other house aids to grimace. In the upper room of Ciel Phantomhive, his eyes closed and he sighed, for regret was starting to cloud his mind in hiring you— the new maid. The help to what he’d already deemed, ‘A full house.’

Sebastian bowed gracefully, his head cocked slightly as he smiled.

“I will see to it that the mess will be cleaned young master.”

“Make sure that you do. I have very little patience left.” Phantomhive waved off. Sebastian then walked out shutting the door behind him with a soft click. He pulled at his pristine gloves as he walked down the hallways, a devilish grin splitting his face.

When he’d arrived at the kitchen door he’d picked up on quips of complaints from you and Mei-Ren.

“I’m going to be done for sure this time...” You whined, brushing glass pieces onto a dustpan.

“I’m sure you won’t. The young master is lenient. During my recent years I was such a klutz and Sebastian had to—”

The butler opened the door and the conversation halted with unease in the air. Mei-Ren stood nervously and you kept your head low as your fingers trembled to pick up the rest of the glass. The heat of eyes boring into the side of your head didn’t go unnoticed as they clinked softly together in the pile.

“You may go. I shall handle this.” Sebastian’s velvety voice remained low, his eyes glued on your crouched form. Mei-Ren gave a reassuring glance towards you and bowed quickly. After the haste retreating footsteps, the room was quiet except for the soft sound of tinkling glass shards.

“Stand please,” Sebastian hummed, his red eyes trailing your straned movements; your chest rose and fell slightly and he could hear the quickening tapping of your beating heart. Your eyes looked everywhere but at him, which he found a bit rude but another lesson to be made at a later date.

You clasped your hands in front of your body, ready to endure whatever verbal penalty was sure to be made. This wasn’t your first offense.

Countless of glassware had been destroyed by your hand, not to mention the mistakes you’ve made since you were hired by the young master. From nearly burning down the manor due to attempted meals, to using the wrong chemicals in the garden. All resulting in Sebastian’s stern dispraises. Phantomhive pegged you to be just as bad as his other servants put together.

Sebastian began to snake towards you, his movements precise and elegant. With ease, he’s stepped through the shards of remaining glass, not even trailing it behind him. As he got closer, you subconsciously shrunk back until you hit the far wall with a small gasp.

Sabastian brought his hand to his mouth, swiftly biting the fingertip of his glove and pulling it off, all the while his gaze never left yours. Leaving the glove on his left hand, he pressed both palms against the wall on either side of your head, effectively caging you in. He picked out the accelerated beating in your chest as his face lowered towards yours.

Sebastian was never going to admit this to any mortal, but he a part of him was looking forward to another slip up from you. Ever since the young lord hired you, your entire essence intrigued him. On more accounts than one, the need for self restraint became nearly intangible whenever you were around. He knew humans were creatures who could not reject temptation. Never had he thought he’d be acting just like them.

His eyes held a dark glint in them as his lips stretched into a grin.

“That set was a favorite of the young lord,”

“I’m sorry! I slipped and I really tried to catch my fall, but I only ended up making things worse.”

“Yes, the ordeal is quite unfortunate,” He continued. “The entire glass set was a precious family heirloom.” The demon lied, which was proven to be effective given the horror stricken look on your face. You were on the verge of tears and your lips parted to let out a soft sigh.

Sebastian brought a finger under your chin, pulling your head up in his direction. For the first time, you were made to look into his piercing eyes and you gulped.

“I’m sure I can come up with a reason for the destruction of the valuables.” His eyes shone mischievously and a second later, it hit you. And he knew that you were not going to reject the offer. In return, his knee slid upwards, dragging out a gasp from you at the sudden movement and the friction against your core. He smirked and lowered his sight to the rise and fall of your chest, zeroing in on your breasts.

“Lift your uniform and turn around.” His order was low and straight to the point, sending a shiver down your spine. He stepped back, allowing you to do so and once you were facing the wall, your cheeks heated up in how vulnerable you were now before the butler. A second or so later, you felt cool air hitting your heat and you whimpered, turning your head slightly. You then felt strong hands taking hold on your hips, gripping them in a way that sent dull pain throughout your legs.

“Face the wall.”

Sebastian moved closer, licking his lips at the scent of your femininity. It was different and he was intrigued. His finger hooked through the side of your panties, pulling them taut and exposing your glistening lower lips. He leaned forward, giving you a quick and experimental lick, causing you to release a not-so-quiet cry.

“I would strongly suggest keeping your voice down, yes? We wouldn’t want an audience.” He chuckled before returning his mouth to your pussy. You quickly clenched your uniform dress in one hand as the other covered your mouth, muffling your moans in your gloved hand.

His tongue flattened against you, teasing your clit before trailing back until it disappeared inside of you, writhing and thrusting against your gummy walls. Your body was growing flush as he worked his mouth against you, drawing more and more of your slick.

Sebastian’s movements started off as sensual and graceful, much like his surface personality. But each second his senses spent engulfed in your heat ignited something primal in him. His refined technique was abandoned and replaced with one less coordinated but more enthusiastic nonetheless.

Subconsciously, his fingers dug deeper into your hips releasing more added pleasure than pain. Obscene wet noises arose, synchronizing with your low moans. A hand left your hip to push past your folds and curled upwards, effectively sending a shock through your body resulting in a cry this time.

Sebastian hummed, taking the action into memory and his ministrations seemingly went lazy. At this point, it wouldn’t take much more for you to come and he knew this, doing it again.

His face pushed deeper against you, his tongue nudging your clit and at the same time curling his finger and this is what sent you over the edge.

The noise that escaped wasn’t suppressed behind your palm this time. Your thighs quivered as you calmed down, whimpering as the butler gave you a final few laps before standing. Now more than before, you wanted to feel him, see him, touch him as he ravaged you with what he had to offer.

Turning around slightly, you caught a glimpse of darkness, the air around you suddenly cold. Murkiness surrounded you, as you only caught a flash of his twisted face in a snarl—a stark contrast to his typical refined features. A shiver ran down your spine, his grip returning but tighter than the last.

“You still refuse to listen.” His breath was ticking your ear, tone menacing but the same velvet that compelled your limbs to relax.

Before you could come up with some half thought out apology, he sheathed his dick into you, grunting softly when he was flush against your ass. Not knowing when he had the time to release himself, you keened at the sudden intrusion as you shifted and tightened around him.

He sighed, strumming his fingers on your hips before pulling out and pushing into you firmly. His movements formed a rhythm as you were rocked against the wall. By now, your hand had fallen from your mouth and was instead placed on the surface in front of you. Movements increasing in speed as well as forcefulness, moans poured from you, wafting through the kitchen and you could only hope that’s where they’ll remain.

Sebastian grunted before yanking your hands behind you, wrists gripped under his one hand with precision at the small of your back. He’s reverted to fucking you with reckless abandon, his own breathing just barely ragged.

You, however were a mess, your vision blurred with wetness, voice producing a low mantra of the butler’s name as a desired pressure began to build up within you. Over and over, his thrusts hit that sweet spot within you that pushed you closer and closer to that moment of bliss.

“What do you think of this lesson?” It was a strange question, at the even most strangest time. It barely processed in your ears and you’re only half inclined to answer in the state you’re in. However, his hand reaches to tilt your head back, face ethereally perfect as golden pools stare into your soul.

“Hnn..?” You couldn’t think, much less articulate any response he was looking but that was alright. He just wanted to drink in the gloss in your eyes as your mouth moves, no words escaping. Your cunt pulsated around him, each stroke drawing more and more of your essence from your body. Perhaps, he thought, it would be wrong to indulge in a bit of the human soul. Not when you were so vulnerable and pliant under his mere gaze. You didn’t see him now. You didn’t see what he’d become again, as the only thing you that surrounded you was the grip of the cold and your cunt being stretched out.

Only when he released you with a low chuckle did the static disipitate and the pressure snaps, his hand quick to hold your cries.

Delicious aftershocks took hold of you, controlling your convulsions as you clenched repeatedly around Sebastian’s cock. You couldn’t see the subtle twist of his features as he approached euphoria as well, his grip icy as he held you against the wall. Following suit soon after, his hot come spilled into you in copious amounts, filling you until it trickled down your thighs.

He pulled out and your legs buckled slightly beneath you before he chuckled and you were spun around.

“Hey now,”

Sebastian was altogether neat. His uniform remained as immaculate as they were when he walked in, white gloves on and pristine. His face retained its usual fair skinned complexion, void of sweat or any indication of vigorous activity.

Meanwhile, you knew you looked a complete mess if it wasn’t obvious. Sebastian cocked his head and smiled warmly, a bright expression that contrasted the devil in his eye.

“Despite how pleasurable this lesson has been, I implore you to exercise caution and heighten your awareness. The young master would not appreciate any more recklessness from you and neither will I.” As he spoke his teeth gleamed only adding to the weight of his words engraved in your mind.

Still you straightened, your hands clasping tightly over your uniform as you nodded curtly.

“Yes Sebastian!”

After that encounter in the kitchen, your mistakes and slip-ups had been reduced to very little occurrences to absolutely none.

“See I knew you’d get the hang of things!” Mei-Ren beamed.

“Maybe I’ll let you cook something small again. Seeing how much you improved and all.” Baldroy had praised, fanning a smoking pot.

Each of the house aids were ultimately pleased you were doing better than you had been before.

Even Phantomhive seemed content, but not at all surprised knowing Sebastian had a hand in it. The butler was delighted as well, rewarding your improvements with favorable pleasures every now and again.

He still needed to teach you a lesson about listening after all.

DILFOS. do not plagiarize my content— current or archival.

[crimsonrose99]

Sebastian Michaelis

— : [nsfw] unprotected sex, slight teasing

— : kink :: sensory deprivation (blind folding)

sebastian loved your blind faith in him. he’s never had anyone or anything trust him quite like you do and it’s jarring as it is empowering.

he takes pride in knowing you’d gladly let him do as he pleases and he tends to take advantage of that but only because you’re more than okay with it. more than happy to let him take the lead sometimes.

“there’s no need to be so nervous darling” he chuckles, watching you careful as he ties the blindfold over your eyes.

the soft silk is comfortable and not too tight but it’s secured and you can’t see anything even if you tried to open your eyes underneath.

“i’m not nervous” you lie and he sees right through you but instead of teasing, he kisses you, wrapping a gloved hand around your throat to keep you in place.

his kisses are always sweet and addicting, tasting like the tea he often likes to drink.

you feel goosebumps all over your naked skin when he presses his chest against yours. he’s still dressed while you’re completely naked but it doesn’t make you feel any less aroused, as embarrassing as it might seem.

“do you remember your word love?” he asks, turning you onto your hands and knees. he admires how beautiful you look like this and he resists the urge to take a picture. that could be for a different time, when he wasn’t in such a rush to take you.

“yes” you say, “butler”

he smirks as he unties his own shirt, leaving it open instead of fully undressing. he knows you like the feeling of his pants against the back your thighs when he fucks you.

you can only rely on your hearing to figure out what he’s doing. this isn’t the first time you’ve used a blindfold but it still makes you feel shy.

you moan, biting your lip when he slaps your ass once and then twice. he couldn’t help himself when you presented yourself to him like this, a meal all for him and he was very greedy after all.

he runs his fingers up your spine and you shiver, suppressing a whine when you hear his deep chuckle right next to your ear.

he slides into you slowly, stretching you out around his cock. despite how many times you’ve done this, it burns and you bite into the pillow as he takes his time filling you up.

he knows you’d beg if you weren’t so hyper focused on everything happening around you. he can only imagine how intense everything feels.

“feels good darling?” he whispers, biting your earlobe.

you whimper, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck. it does feel good, better than you thought it would and you know he’s enjoying it as much as you are by the way he groans softly and thrusts a little faster.

he wants to savour it, the feeling of you wrapped up all around him and he knows there’s plenty of time to try this again in future but in the moment, all he can think about is you and how much you trust him and how good it feels to be inside you.

“such a good girl” he sighs, “you’re always so good for me”

you nod, kissing his jaw and any place you can reach without being able to see anything.

he easily indulges you as he speeds up his pace, kissing you hard and fucking you deeper. it’s just the way you always like it and he’s always been the one to give you everything you’ve ever wanted.

[crimsonrose99]

If you feel comfortable can you femdom x needy Sebastian in heat 👀 thank you.

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Spawn (Femdom! Reader x Needy! Sub! Sebastian Michaelis)

Fandom: black Butler/Kuroshitsuji

Rated: M

Warnings: Fellatio, Dirty Talk, Dom x Sub Dynamics

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His skin was flushed all over. 

It was certainly a rare sight to see. 

Normally, Sebastian was cool, calm and collected, but not when  he is in heat. 

You placed your hand on his cheek, which he leaned into your touch once you placed it there. “You’re so warm.” You told him, your voice soft, almost a whisper. 

“Please touch me, my love..” He was already begging for your touch which was usually the other way around. 

It was a nice change in pace. 

“Of course I will, I will touch you all over.”  You chuckled as you began to kiss his cheek. His breath hitched as he felt you plush lips against his warm blushed cheek. “P-please don’t tease… you know how I get when it is that time….” You nodded, he was more submissive and desperate when it was spawning time for demons. 

You grazed your lips all over his bare chest,  making sure to nip him every so often to claim him as yours. 

Sebastian moaned, the feeling of your lips was sweet and hot, stinging his skin. You could tell that he was already hard and all you did was just touch him.  You couldn’t help but chuckle, taking your lips and sucking on his nipples, which caused him to moan louder. You nipped and bit at it, making sure to give the other one the same treatment. 

“Darling… you’re doing too much..” Sebastian moaned out pathetically which caused you to giggle. 

“All I am doing is giving you kisses my love, nothing to it.” You kissed his flushed skin all the way down to his cock, which twitched. 

“S-shit..” Sebastian growled. 

You can only chuckle, “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.” You smiled, taking your lips and kissing all over his thick, hardness. He twitched again, and he moaned out in pleasure. 

“S-stop teasing…” He hissed. 

“I think I can and  I will. Now, stop complaining and let me do my magic.” You grinned, leaning forward to lick his shaft. Sebastian glared at you, he wouldn’t dare to defy you not at this state, instead he moaned louder as you teased his cock with your tongue. You llcked his tip teasingly, you could already taste his pre-cum that was profusely leaking from his tip. Tiny moans escaped his lips as you licked his pre from his tip. Then, you wrapped your lips around him fully, bobbing your head and sucking his cock, making sure to puff your cheeks as you pleasured him. You took your dominant hand and gripped his cock, stroking your hand and bobbing your head as you gave him fellatio. You heard a beautiful cacophony of moans coming from the pathetic demon’s mouth. He was so vocal, and  he was very erotic.  You moaned as you bobbed your head faster, gripping his cock tighter as you felt his cock twitching in your mouth. You knew he was about to cum, so you took your hand off of his cock and slowly slid your mouth further down his cock completely deep throating him.  Sebastian moaned out in pleasure, his hips thrusting upward, fucking into your throat, his thrusts, first became slow but he picked up the pace quickly te closer he was to come. Then, a thick load of his cum went down your throat. You moaned loudly, swallowing every drop of it.. After a few moments, you pulled your mouth away from Sebastian,  you begin to pant out loud staring into his flushed face. 

“Tsk tsk your cock is still hard and needy.” You teased, touching it, your fingers, grazing his tip. 

Sebastian gasped loudly, the pain and pleasure from your touch almost too much to bare.. 

“Please Darling… fuck me… I need to be inside of you…” He sounded pathetic, his begging was too erotic. 

“That is so sweet, I love it when you beg for me, of course I am going to fuck you.  I am going to ravish you.” You said seductively, taking off all of your clothes. You could see Sebasiton’s eyes filled with lust as his stares at your delicious nude figure. He looked like he wanted to devour you, licking his lips as his eyes glowed red.  

You got up on top of him, straddling him as you grind your pussy onto his cock. Sebastian moaned out in frustration.

“T-that’s not what I meant…” He whined. 

“Shhhh I am going to take my time with you, and if you complain again I will gag you.” Sebastian growls, he was getting irritated  and you grinned. “Is that an attitude?” You sneered at him, Sebastian let out another pathetic whimper. “N-no darling…”

“You’re such a good boy, now take what I give you.” You begin to rub your wet, pussy on his thick hardened bulge, your hips moving erotically as you took your time to pleasure the both of you. Sebastian whimpers were louder, the feeling of your slickness only made him want to come sooner.  

You were very aroused by how fast  Sebastian can come now, it’s never usually like this, so seeing him about to come just by you grinding on him made you extra aroused and ready to fully take him. You grinded against him faster, your eyes never leaving his face as you watched his face contort in pain and pleasure, his cock twitching and pulsating against your bare pussy lips. 

“You’re about to come aren’t you? You might as well.” You grinned, watching Sebastian whine extra loud as he came several spurts of his come all over your pussy and his stomach. You only tsked, shaking your head in a teasing manner. 

“You are so messy and distressed, This is a treat to the eyes.” You grinned, “Now I am so horny for you. I need you inside of me.” Sebastian’s eyes widened, excitent appeared on his face as you said that. He was still hard as rock but extra sensitive due to his previous two oragasms. 

“P-please… I need you…. fuck me..” Sebastian whimpered out. 

“Shhhh I will baby.” You patted his cheek, which he leaned into it. You then gripped his sensitive cock which he  gasped, as you aligned him at your entrance. You slid his cock inside of you, both of you simultaneously moaned as your pussy stretched around his sensitive thick member. You begin to bounce one his cock, slow at first, then you gradually went faster, you stared at him, watching him moan from arousal. “You like this don’t you?  You love it when I  fuck you like this?” You giggled as you move your hips vigorously, moaning out as his cock hit your g-spot. Sebastian was a mess, his whole body was feverish, he was sweating like and crazy and he was whimpering like  a puppy. His cock was pulsing rapidly as if he was about to come. “Are you going to come already?” He nodded his head, panting feverishly. “You are such a mess… You are never like this but since I love you, you can come inside of me.” You teased, bouncing on his cock vigorously moaning out in pleasure your arousal slicking his cock even more. A few seconds later Sebastian obliged, his cum spurting several loads into your pussy, filling you all the way up. You moaned out in arousal, enjoying the feeling of his warm thick seed inside of you, you clenched around his cock,  squirting all over his cock, your orgasm intense and lasted much longer than usual. You were spent and tired, you carefully got off the demon, and you looked at his cock, luckily his cock softened.  You were mentally sighed with relief. You needed a break after all of that. You laid next to Sebastian as he panted as well, clearly overwhelmed  by his powerful  orgasm. You rubbed your hands over his  bare chest, and smiled at him. He only chuckled, “Ah, don’t get too touchy with me my dear, If you do that then  I will have to take matters into my own hands…”  You looked down to  see his cock twitching from arousal again. You eyes widened incredulously, you couldn't believe how fast he was getting turned on by you. 

This was going to be a very long week for you.

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[crimsonrose99]

Demon In The Mirror [Sebastian Michaelis]

an: this is a rework of an old fic for a different character/fandom. I liked this fic idea and lovely Sebby really fit it, or at least I think so! I've been hyperfixated on the world's best butler so this scratched an itch for me.

pairing: Sebastian Michaelis x female reader

warnings: canon Sebastian, mirror sex, rough touching, praise, light degradation, biting, mark marking, dirty talk, pussy fingering, overstimulation, unprotected sex, mentions of blood (tiny)

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A mirror–polished and unassuming as it stood in the corner of the room. It never lied, never hid the truth behind a veil of deceit. All it could do was reflect what it hungrily absorbed.

Truth laid bare for all who peered into its depths. The reflection of not only your physical reactions–the jerk of your limbs, soft quiver of your stomach–but your emotions poured into the surface and were somehow magnified back. Magic, perhaps?

On its own, the mirror was a beautiful thing, decoratively ornate and standing on claw feet. You gazed into it every morning to peruse your outfit and ensure your hair was coiffed exactly as intended. However, when you added what was showing on the calm surface at this moment, the mirror became a truly magnificent beast.

Two bodies entwined in a lover’s embrace.

Every detail was laid bare in exquisite detail, and this outcome was entirely your doing. Slender fingers with midnight nails flexed deliberately into your jaw, testing the strength you had long known against the delicate frame of your mortal body. The angle forced you to stare straight ahead, to witness what was happening to you in such clarity it stole the little air remaining from your lungs.

“You wanted this, did you not?” He lilted with an air of amusement that curled your toes. “I believe you were rather forthright with your desires this evening, at least you were once I coaxed them out of you.”

Sebastian Michaelis, the head butler and right-hand man to your father was a demon. As the eldest daughter in the family and well into your twenties, you were an anomaly to your father. He would have married you off years ago if it weren’t for your ability to chase away every suitor that called. The only person who had been able to get close to you was Sebastian if you could even call him a person. Except, you liked that he wasn’t human—humans were boring.

You cared not for whatever mysterious and demonic bond had been formed between him and your father. All that mattered was that he saw the real you beneath the prickly exterior you presented to the world. It had taken many months of flirtatious glances, heated whispers promising you all manner of carnal pleasure and touches that only grew in intimacy, but you considered Sebastian to be your lover for close to half a year now.

The only problem… he treated you with kid gloves.

“Sebastian… You know, it would be okay if you held me a bit tighter. If you wish to, that is.”

That was what had started it all, the words that led to this path of twisted pleasure. 

You recalled the delicate touch of white-gloved fingers, how they curled around your biceps to draw you into his lap. His carefully fastened tie and top buttons were messily undone by your hasty fingers and his midnight hair was just the tiniest bit dishevelled from where you had brushed through it.

The demon gently pawing at you was more than capable of tearing people apart with his hands, the white of his gloves rarely soiled by the crimson remnants of the deaths he bestowed, and yet he held you as if you were fine china. Didn’t he know that the times you bore witness to his feats of strength had resulted in ruined undergarments beneath your gown? He was a sight to behold, tall and lithe with a presence that demanded respect despite being a servant by occupation. What you wouldn’t give for him to direct some of that power and strength towards you, on those intimate late-night visits to your quarters.

“But, my dear, you are so soft. I wouldn’t wish to hurt you.” The sentiment was huffed into the sweet crook of your neck, his warm breath fanning across your skin whilst he smeared lazy, wet kisses to your jaw and the pulse hammering beneath the surface. It sounded almost bemused, and that irritated you.

You were no porcelain doll only to be taken out when it suited and arranged delicately upon pristine sheets. You were no silly girl. You were a woman, goddammit, and you wished above all else to be treated as such. Apparently, your expression gave away your frustration, either that or Sebastion was simply well-tuned to the emotions swirling in your complex mind.

“Have I said something wrong, darling girl?”

With today’s gown laid neatly atop your dresser, the petticoats beneath bunched around your thighs and hips, you sat back on your haunches to glower at him. His finger idled with the lace fastens of your bodice, doing little to stop you from moving away from his embrace.

A petulant huff passed your lips, arms folded across your chest, and his easy smile dimmed in response. It should have been your first warning, but ire had a way of dulling your senses to danger. 

“I will remind you that I am not made of glass, nor will I break if you…” The remaining words of your tirade seemed to become stuck in the back of your throat as your gaze met with Sebastian’s. The subtle carmine of his irises caught fire, glowing coals of ember that spoke of something… unknown? Worryingly unknown.

Maybe you had misspoken, your tone a little more harsh than you intended but it was too late to remedy. Your shoulders sagged, your body deflating rapidly from the hot air that filled you only moments ago. 

The room charged with electricity, you could feel it press atop your head like a physical manifestation of a weight trying to crush you against your bedspread. Something was most assuredly wrong and it wouldn’t be long before you found out the consequences of your little outburst.

“If I what?” he hissed from between gritted teeth, white and gleaming.

Your eyes snapped to his face, and the stark lines of displeasure traced his cheekbones and brow. No longer were you gazing into the face of Sebastian, your lover, this was the demon that lurked beneath. The one you longed for and were going to suffer his wrath no matter if you tried to back peddle or not.

He sat up straight with a start, forcing you further back and almost tumbling you right out of his lap. A palm anchored around your wrist, tightening against the fragile tendons until they nearly popped and wrenching you forward until you were nose to nose. His breathing was harsh, your own picking up pace to match it perfectly. For a moment you thought he would speak but after many moments of staring back and forth, he pushed back and looked towards the periphery. 

With a precision no man or demon should have, he caught the fingertip of his virginal white gloves between his teeth and slowly pulled each one free in turn. You squirmed watching him reveal his hands, the intricate design that you always did your best to ignore caught your attention but it was quickly stolen away.

That same hand shot forward to wrap around your hair, yanking on the length in one swift motion until your roots tugged painfully and your throat bared in front of his eyes. The breathless whine you expressed sounded truly pathetic, only matched by the arousal pooling in your underwear.

“Hm, so you won’t break if I do this?”

Sebastian reared back and bit around the slender column of your throat, not enough to break the skin but it hurt—it hurt bad enough to spark tears in your eyes. The sweep of his hot, wet tongue licked across the mark he made, tracing the indents his teeth had created along with a low grunt that sounded from the depths of his chest.

Cool, nimble fingers reached into the front of your bodice, teasing against your heated flesh before rending the garment clean in two. The noise of expensive fabric ripping thundered in the room and you gasped at the sudden chill covering your naked breasts. 

It was hard to navigate the sudden flip in his demeanour, although you had all but asked for it. You braced your trembling hands over the lapels of his double-breasted jacket in an attempt to find grounding and solace, but there was none to be found. It appeared that your demon lover was bowing to your whims, you should be pleased, and yet there was a beat of trepidation in your heart. What had you let yourself in for?

As if sensing your wayward conviction, Sebastian moved with alarming ease to the edge of the bed. It was evident that your added weight meant nothing to him, and that alone made you moan into the shell of his ear.

He placed you down in a puffy cloud of your petticoats and stood to shrug out of his jacket and waistcoat but annoyingly left his shirt in place. It didn’t stop you from ogling him openly, knowing what lay beneath even if it was rare to spend the night with him completely nude.

A finger and thumb pinched into the fat of your cheeks, lifting your gaze from the blatant lust-filled staring to meet his eyes that had mellowed to a sparkling fuschia. He was so pretty, so devastatingly pretty that you clung to his wrist, blinking up at him with heat-filled cheeks.

“You will direct your eyes up here, and wherever I instruct, is that clear?”

Only when he was satisfied he had captured your attention and you had given your clear understanding did he release the grip of his fingers, settling beside you. He patted his lap in invitation and you were crawling before he could even raise a sleek black eyebrow.

Smooth palms decorated your sides, pausing to grope your breasts. Sebastian exhaled a laugh when the excess spill from your breasts squished between his splayed fingers, pebbled nipples grazing the hearts of his palms. You whined and rocked against the bulge beneath his tailored trousers, only feeding the frenzy of his wandering hands and how roughly he was exploring your smooth skin. It was a perfect storm of demonic lust and ardent excitement, the result of which resided in the pit of your stomach. You were drooling between your thighs, flushed by the thought of it and you knew he’d tease you when he discovered how wet you were.

“A needy little thing, aren’t you? Darling, surely you aren’t this desperate for my cock?” His hand was beneath the plumes of petticoats, zeroing in on your soaked panties before you could blink. Sebastian tsked whilst his finger stroked the sizeable wet stain that traced the length of your slit. “Deary me, you’re already soaked. One might think that this side of me excites you.”

Without warning, he bounced you from his knee, your feet found the plush rug by your bed but your balance was not to be trusted and you were thankful for the firm hands at your waist keeping you steady. That was until those ruthless hands were twisted in your petticoats and tugging them down your legs to pool around your twisting feet, followed by the sudden removal of the final piece of clothing.

You tried to shield your modesty–an arm slung across your breasts and a hand cupping your sex whilst stepping out of your panties when suddenly you were dwarfed by Sebastian’s taller frame. He appeared even taller than usual, though you weren’t sure if it was an illusion aided by the long shadows cast by the candles on your bedside.

A mere flick of his wrist and your hand dislodged from protecting your decency. He stepped right into your personal space to force his hand exactly where yours had once been and began to dig deeper. Your nails scrambled against the stiff white starch of his shirt, blinking up at him much too fast whilst he took no care to spread you apart with his fingers.

“A-ah, Sebastian!”

Again, he tsked you and clicked his tongue against his teeth in admonishment when a slick covered finger rose into your vision, sparking a fresh wave of heat in every inch of your body.

“Clean it off like a good girl,” he cooed, his voice dripping in honeyed sweetness that you did not trust.

This was not something you had participated in before, but you were determined to meet the challenge in his eyes and earn a sliver of praise that would bow your spine. The taste was surprisingly sweet, a little heavy on your tastebuds but you sucked the long digit between your lips and twirled your tongue around and around to better understand why Sebastian so loved to lay between your thighs and indulge.

He patted your head affectionately, lowering his hand to caress your cheek and smirked when you turned your face to press a kiss to his palm. Unknown to you his attention had snared on the standing mirror in the far corner of your bedroom, eyeing it with first curiosity and then wicked amusement.

You were uncertain why he was interested in the mirror, leaving you by the bed naked and vulnerable, to examine the gold-gilded frame and moving it with ease towards you. What on Earth..?

“What are you–?”

Sebastian cut you off, turning you roughly and sitting with you on full display for the mirror. It made you uncomfortable to see yourself this exposed, you barely looked at yourself in this state whilst bathing or dressing so to see the thick strands of lust hanging from your parted lips was jarring. A sensation writhed in your chest, a mixture of embarrassment mingling with a little pride. Your demon that stared from over your shoulder was here of his own free will, no contract or binding bid him to your side and that was an empowering thought.

He chuckled, pressing a chaste kiss to your flushed cheek. “I am merely doing what you asked of me. You wished me to hold you tighter and be used like a pretty whore for the night, so I am doing just that.”

“I didn’t say that!”

“Ah, but you may as well have, my darling. Your body speaks far more readily than your mouth and I can hear it loud and clear.”

Before he had finished speaking, his thumb found your eager little pearl, stroking around and around in maddening circles without touching it directly. Sebastian shuffled beneath you and you felt the blunt tip of his cock trace along your cunt for the first time that night. 

A thread of power pulled through the length of your spine, straightening it and you knew deep down that it was his doing. Your eyes flickered to his blazing ones, biting your lip enough to cause blood to bead. A heated kiss cleaned the offending crimson from your plump bottom lip. The scene was like nothing you could ever dream of. No book or play could conjure such images. It was enough for sweat to roll from your temples and he hadn’t even slipped inside yet.

“Can you see what I see?” He cooed, stroking the curve of your jaw with his thumb.

You weren’t sure you did. Sure, you were a carnal feast for the eyes but wouldn’t any woman be in this position? Evidently, he disliked your silent uncertainty.

“A strong woman who stood against her family and chose to take a demon as a lover instead of marrying into dazzling wealth.”

Your chin rose as the words hit home, the cool ferocity of his tone enough to make you clench around nothing but air and the promise of what was to come.

“You are mine. No one else could hope to take you from me. I speak these words now and I will die by them. Mine. Do you understand?”

Nodding weakly, you watched his features twist in the reflection of the mirror. The desperate hunger and possession stoked the fires of the demon. It was at that moment that he pushed the bulging tip into your leaking cunt, pushing deeper past the tight ring of muscles with an exalted sigh of triumph. Sebastian held you still, fingers gripping the meat at your waist to prevent you from trying to run from the stretch you were sure to be experiencing.

It only took one forceful rut of his hips to sheath himself halfway, forcing your silken walls apart, to accept him as you always did. The remaining air from your lungs expired from the sudden pressure and overwhelming feeling of fullness.

Steady hands braced on the inside of your knees to prevent you from closing your thighs and it only made your whimpers sound all the more desperate. You were met with a warning growl directed into your ear, fiery pain following from the sharp teeth that tore at your shoulder until the marks were clear in the watery image in the mirror.

You blinked through tears, struggling in the clutches of a beast you had never mated with before. This was different, and you knew that when he stroked himself to the hilt in your cunt, he felt bigger, wider even, and the tip of his cock knocked painfully at your cervix.

It was near impossible to keep your eyes open, not when they were filled with unspilled tears and your head and heart were pounding from the lack of movement. Scrunching your eyes closed was natural when all you wanted to do was roll your hips and surrender to the build of friction but you couldn’t.

“Watch.” He demanded, wetting two fingers in his mouth and smacking them against your jumping clit as punishment for daring to close your eyes. “This is what you wanted and you’ll see just how rough I can be.”

Here you were. Nude and being used for pleasure. Wrapped in a strong embrace that forced you to witness what you had brought about. Expert fingers pinched at your tender nipples and rolled the taut buds between finger and thumb whilst the other hand abused your puffy clit.

Your body trembled as another orgasm neared–you had no idea what number this one was and it certainly wasn’t the first.

“Oh. Oh, fuck.”

The words tumbled out in velvet tones, eliciting a dark chuckle from Sebastian. He delighted when you cussed, knowing that your usual etiquette was entirely lost and your decency stolen away by how he fucked your pliant body.

With every new wave of pleasure, you understood more and more about the monster holding you tight and you didn’t believe you could love him any more than you did right now. He could destroy you without so much as breaking a sweat and yet he chose to hold you like this. Yes, it was rougher than ever before but you knew there was still a gentleness to his ministrations.

This demon had found a mortal interesting enough that for the first time in his long existence, he had no desire to ever see his contract fulfilled. 

His pistoning hips stopped; twitching cockhead buried against your cervix and the pulsing veins that ran the length of his thick shaft throbbed for release. He had assaulted the softy tissue buried behind your clit for long enough, it was time for him to find release too.

You were witnessing the birth of a million stars–a fucking cosmos--behind your eyelids as Sebastian massaged your insides in slow, deliberate circles. Every time you found the reflection in the mirror and met his potent stare, it made you whimper and rut even harder against him.

He was close, you could feel it with every laboured breath at the nape of your marked neck.

“What a picture you make, my dear, one I would love to hang in my room. You are all blissed out and ready for me to spill. Should I cum inside or paint your pretty stomach?”

Your head fell to his shoulder, and for the first time, he let you take your eyes off the show in front of you. Instead, he narrated it to you and that was almost worse. The seductive silky smooth tone of his words heated your blood beyond the boiling point.

“Oh my... look at this thick creamy ring around my cock… I could watch your pretty pussy drool over me all day.”

With a final shove of his hips, jets of heat coated your walls and you were spared from the embarrassment of begging for him to cum inside you. Sebastian grunted into your neck, the sensation of his hot mouth on your skin and the continued lazy pumps deep in your cunt tripped you over the cliff edge and into freefall.

Boneless, panting and mind blank except for the pleasure, your dazed eyes lifted to stare at the mirror.

Hair as black as a starless sky fell over your shoulder, strong arms clinging to your midriff and a mixture of viscous arousal dripped from between your trembling thighs.

Flushed and shivering, you bit your lip at the sight—your demon in the mirror.

[crimsonrose99]

A Maid's Dream Come True- Sebastian Michaelis Fanfic

Working as a maid of Ciel Phantomhive, you found yourself having feelings for the boy's butler, Sebastian. "He's so hot", you drool. You followed the demon around every chance you got, hoping he would notice you. Because you weren’t a clumsy maid, like Mey-rin, your efforts for the demon butler to look at you were slim.

Cleaning up in the kitchen, you gazed over at the door, getting a glimpse of Sebastian. “Huh? Where is he going?”, you grinned. Putting away the cleaning supplies, you quickly hurried along, following behind discreetly. “What matters does he have in the guest room?”, you questioned, watching him enter the room. “I have to get a closer look…of him, of course”, you giggled. Tiptoeing to the entrance, you poke your head in slightly. 

"Why have you been following me?", Sebastian hissed. Getting caught by him standing right in front of the door, you jumped. "N-no reason. I was checking to make sure things were nice and tidy", you smile nervously. "Huh!", his crimson pupils bore into you. With a smirk, he replied, "You've been looking at me, haven't you?". With your reddened face, you tried to stammer out a reply but were interrupted by Sebastian, "You want my attention, is that it?". 

Gulping down another lie, "Me? No way! I'm not a stalker. It's not like I'm desperate to have you touch-". Quickly covering your mouth, you feel embarrassed. Staring at you with a sly grin, he walked closer and reached for your mouth, taking away your covering. With a soft smirk, he looked into your eyes and said, "I think you're trying to tell me something", his fingers slowly running across your face. Shaking your head rapidly, "No!", you yell. 

As you turned to run away, all you felt was Sebastian's tight embrace. "Oh, you think you're going to get away that easily?", he smirked. His hands tightened around your waist, pinning your body and arms to him while pressing the side of his face against you. “What the hell?”, you shrieked, feeling his warm body against you. “Oh, a strong reaction. Looks like I'm onto something", he chuckled. "You really are... cute, aren't you?", his crimson eyes slowly trailed you and back up to meet your frightened gaze. Sebastian softly lifted your chin up, "Look at me.", he commanded. 

Doing so, you blush. "I-I really need to finish cleaning". "May we do this another t-time?".  "I wasn't asking your permission", his lips curled into an amused smile. "But, since you're so cute...", he paused, "I'll allow it", his eyes wandered down once more before his lips met yours. Pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss, Sebastian's hand ran along your back as he held a tight grip on your waist. "Mmph", you moaned. His lips were soft like feathers. Letting you go, Sebastian whispered something into your ear. His hot breath against your throat sent shivers down your spine. "Meet me here", he said, his mouth almost grazing your neck. "Midnight tonight”. "Yes, sir", you reply, stuck in a daze.

Seeing Sebastian walk away, you zone out for a few minutes. "I can't believe what just happened". You couldn't help but replay the vivid moments in your head, your mouth moving silently to retell what had transpired. Sebastian's hands on your waist and your lips in a deep, fiery kiss. “He touched me….”, you paused. “HE TOUCHED ME!”. Doing a small happy dance, you remembered something. “Oh right, I’m not done cleaning”.

After cleaning up, you decided to make preparations. You would surely make yourself presentable for Sebastian. You were determined to make sure he found you attractive at midnight. “I definitely need a shower”, you huffed, wiping away the sweat from your forehead. “That’d be embarrassing if I smelled bad”. Removing your clothes, you set them aside as you headed towards the servants’ washroom. “What a long d-”.

Suddenly, you stopped, surprised to see Sebastian standing in front of one of the sinks, naked. "Oh, what a surprise", he chuckled. He watched you staring at his naked body and grinned. "Like what you see?", he said while his hand traced across his chest, his muscles tight. Sebastian took in your reaction before saying, "You may join me if you'd like. I'm sure we both need to clean up before midnight," his voice was like honey, a sensual draw which demanded your attention. “Fuck, fuck,, fuck!”, you internally scream.

Walking over to one of the unused showers, you turn on the water, ignoring him. Watching you, Sebastian smirked before following you in and closing the sliding door behind him. With your back towards him, he grabbed you by the waist to turn you around, "I'm sure I can persuade you to share the shower with me...", he winked at you, his words dripping with flirtatiousness. Pretending not to hear him, you proceed to reach for your washcloth to bathe.

As you began scrubbing your body with the washcloth, the demon took the opportunity to admire your form. With his eyes running a trail up and down your curves, he began to move closer.  "You know," his voice was low and sultry, every word making your body shake. "There's a much better way to get clean", he stepped forward and gently pressed you against the tiled wall. "A better way?", you questioned. "L-like what?". 

Sebastian chuckled darkly as he replied, "You don't really need a washcloth, do you?". Grabbing your hand that held the washcloth, he slipped it out of your hands, and onto the floor. “Now look at me”, he said seductively. Turning around, you did as told. His hands ran across your face before they moved down your body, his caress making you shiver. "I'll make sure you never need a washcloth again”. Gasping, you felt him rub your cunt’s lips. “Open”, he demanded, staring into your soul with his lustful eyes. Spreading your legs apart, the butler played with your clit, gently massaging it. 

Trying your best not to moan, you bite your lip. “I don’t want us to get caught”, you thought, shutting your eyes. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”, the demon asked, leaning into your ear. Slightly shaking your head, you didn’t want to use your voice to answer him. “No? Well it surely doesn’t seem like it”, he chuckled. Moving down to your neck, he licked the water off your skin, wettening it with his saliva. “You have pleasant skin, little maid”, he commented. Feeling your cunt get wetter, he inserted two of his fingers in you. Letting out a small whine, “Sebast-”. Covering your mouth with a kiss, Sebastian stuck his tongue inside. “It’s so warm and slick”, you blush. 

“Cum for me”, he whispered, penetrating you harder. You grab his arm, grinding against it as your forehead rests on his chest. “I’m close”, you whimper. Smirking, the butler said, “No need to rush. I have all night”. He kissed your forehead, feeling you shake with ecstasy. As you came on his hand, you climaxed so hard your knees began to feel weak. “I can’t stand much longer”, you pant. Holding you up, Sebastian lifts you, placing your back against the wall. “Don’t give up just yet”, he said. “I’m just getting started”.

He kissed your neck, slow and passionately. Taking a handful of his soft black hair, you run your fingers through it as he begins to mark your neck. The sound of your moaning flooded the washroom. “I don’t care if we get caught”, you say to yourself. “I need this….I need him”. Giving you one last hickey, Sebastian kissed your cheek, then moved to your lips. Making out with you, the butler slid his hand down to his cock, positioning it near your cunt’s entrance. He gently and slowly thrusted into you, making you moan in his mouth. He pushed his lower half upwards, causing your breasts to jump.

“Harder…please”, you beg. Satisfying your needs, he pounded you harder, adding more speed to his thrusts. The two of you make sweet love to each other, feeling one another’s body heat hit your torsos. “I’m gonna cum”, you say. Hearing you say that, Sebastian stopped, putting you down. “What are you-”, interrupting your speech, he took hold of your waist, turning you around.

The demon pressed you against the wall once again with your back facing him. His hands travel to your ass, giving it a small squeeze. “You have a soft bottom, little maid”, he said, right before slapping it harshly. You wince in pain, making him force your legs apart. “Sebastian?”, you call out. Giving you his attention he replied back. “Yes?”. “Can we keep this a secret?”. Sebastian smirked before speaking, "This is just our sweet little secret". He placed a hand gently on your face and said, "I promise, nobody will know,” he whispered into your ear. "Not even your master".

Sticking his fingers in your mouth, he held your mouth open, while he thrusted back into your pussy. You sucked on his fingers, having drools leak down from your chin to your breast. Feeling his digits wet enough, he averted his attention back to your clit. “You’re so good with your hands”, you moan, face pressed against the tile wall. He went deeper and faster, making him grunt beside your ear. You felt his warm breath hit your neck. “I never want this night to end”, you thought. “I finally got what I wanted”.

[crimsonrose99]

Kinks HC ~ Sebastian Michaelis

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

Warnings: It's in the name. This will contain filthy smut. Minors DNI! Read at your own risk. Discussing types of kinks

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~The list of kinks of Sebastian is a bit long

~Major Sir Kink

~Moan Sir out and he will immediately take you wherever you two are

~Call him Sir outside the bedroom and a lustful kiss will be placed on your lips 

~Will only allow you to call him Sir unless you want to be edged

~Which if you are a bad girl, it brings out another kink of edging

~He would make it torturous 

~He will find ways to make it through the day

~Making sure to edge you all day and all night

~Sometimes he will do it longer if you refuse to call him Sir

~You've lasted a week once

~While you are talking to Ciel, he'll bring you to an almost orgasm

~Before he backs off

~Loves seeing your cum drip down your legs

~Your soaked panties

~Until the next night and you are begging for some sort of attention

~Begging for him to take you

~Another kink of his is marking your body

~You are his

~No other damn demon will take you away

~So he leaves nasty purple hickies up and down your neck

~And always leave a mark on your shoulder to tell demons to back the fuck off

~Would you believe another kink is just him buried deep in your pussy?

~The hot cavern holding his large and thick cock tight makes his head spin

~He loves when your pussy automatically milks him and has the need for his seed

~So he'll make sure that he is deep in you before spurting his seed

~Cock warming is another kink

~Anytime he is finished with his duties with Ciel, he'll be balls deep in your pussy

~And wont thrust but just hold you

~Which actually makes you fall asleep faster 

~A different kink of his is when you dig your nails in his hair or back

~Sure it causes him some pain

~But damn

~Your eyes are rolled back

~And you have your nails dug in

~Just causes him to pound you harder 

~Where he can hear your moans

~Another major kink is a mix between public masturbation and public humiliation 

~Basically it is the morning after you two had sex and you are physically limping around the manor

~You are whimpering softly 

~You are still extremely sensitive from the night

~And your eyes are still blown wide with lust

~Just for him

~He can touch you and you immediately want more

~He loves seeing other demons growling in jealousy 

~Because you have no underwear on and his cum is dripping down your legs 

~Your nipples are erect under your dress

~His scent all over you 

~To show you are his

~And your pussy is still soaked in your own cum and his

~Ready for the next round 

~He's played with bondage with you

~But only likes when you are tied to the bed where you cant touch him

~And you are pleading to hold on

~So not a major kink

~The last kink is lace

~He loves when you wear lace bras, lace thongs, lace lingerie 

~Sometimes will make you wear lace outfits around the manor

~Ciel is clueless why you have been wearing more lace

~But Sebastian is horny and hard

~Just waiting to pound you deep while you wear your lace outfit

~Looking so innocent

~But saying such vulgar things

[crimsonrose99]

“You’re my nasty girl, aren’t you?” -Sebastian

Imagine Sebastian unhinged and in full on demon mode. The traditional formalities are over with.

y'all hoes asked for this prompt TWICE so get ready for the meal!

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The candlelight's weeping wax slid down the metal holster as the sounds of your bed's squeaks echoed in the engrossed bedroom. You could barely contain yourself as Sebastian positioned himself behind you, his palms molded around your hips, fingernails embedded in your supple, glistening flesh, and his athletic frame suited behind you.

It was a maiden's fantasy come true. To feel the entirety of Sebastian's dick inside of you, stretching your walls and pulling on your perverted flesh. His balls slapping against your quivering cunt as your moans echoed from wall to wall. You tried to run from his thrusts, you attempted to bounce forward as he rammed inside of you, but he wasn't having any of that.

Sebastian was there to fuck. Sebastian was there to fuck you, and it wasn't going to go any differently than what he planned for inside of his head.

"My my my..." his words sounded stiffened as he felt your pussy clench against him. The heated vibrations of your honeypot reverberating against his pole, sending shockwaves up and down his flesh. He was about to fucking lose it.

"Maybe I should refrain from fucking you more often. Look how much she misses me." He repositioned one of his hand to trace the lower portion of your spine with a smile, continuously drilling inside of you. his pace never faltered, but each thrust felt deeper and deeper. He french kissed your cervix, further marking your womb as his own. Both of your bodies were drenched in sweat, the candle wick coming closer and closer to its base but neither of you wanted to stop. Neither of you were going to stop, to be quite honest.

"Look how she pulls on me. She wants me here, huh? She absolutely adores what I do to her. Look-" he pushed deeper, making you cry out into an orgasm. As your hips convulsed on their own accord, he reached forward and grabbed you by the front of your neck, pulling you to his chest with one hand and wrapping his arm around your hips with the other, perfecting his stance to pound in you rigorously.

"Such a dirty girl. Constantly ravishing for me." He kissed your neck, growling in your ear as he felt all of you at his mercy.

"That's right. That's fucking right. Release all over me." his hand found its way to your clit, rubbing it vigorously back and forth, wanting to take it a step further.

"Oh, Sebastian, pleaaaaase!" You couldn't hold it! Your animal like cries bellowed in your bedroom as the clear liquid escaped from your crevices and soaked the bed. A smile of accomplishment spread across Sebastian's face.

"That's right." he was so pleased with you and himself. But his pounding didn't stop. Mixtures of your fluid, eachother's sweat, and the sticky viscosity escaping your pussy stained your pussy and ass as he continued to fuck the living daylights out of your begging pussy.

“You’re my nasty girl, aren’t you, Y/N? I bloody love it. Every fucking bit of it.”

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[crimsonrose99]

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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